Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2004 13:48:19 +1200
From: Matthew <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: A new life for Timothy, ch 3

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:
femboynz@yahoo.com

A new life for Timothy.

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Chapter 3.

I was given a parcel and told to take it to my room, then go to My Lords
room to help him change his clothes. I think it must be more clothes in
the parcel as it feels quite soft, unfortunately I knew it wasn't for me
to open at this stage. While changing My Lord, not a word was said about
my punishment. He seemed more interested in how I felt being dressed in
girly things all day. Which I told him I really, really loved and want to
be kept this way. As I was getting his dinner ready, he went through
checking on my days work. Which, I got all finished and to My Lords
satisfaction. I also noticed how My Lord was being rather cool to towards
me. Didn't even say anything about the meal, which he has on other days.
So this is the sort of punishment I'm going to get. Being made feel
"Bad" for what I've done. While cleaning up after dinner, I started
working on a plan in my mind, to try and get back in his good books. Now
all is done, it's time to return and put my plan into action [so I
thought].

As I entered the lounge, straight away I was told to go stand facing the
wall he was pointing towards. With hands on my head, feet parted and not
to even think of saying anything. I stood in silence, My Lord was
watching something on TV and had earphones on, so I couldn't even hear
what he was watching. I noticed the TV go off. Then was being asked what
I've been doing with my cock all day. Being dressed like a little girl
did I play with it, did I spent the day with a stiff prick with slutty
pansy-boy thoughts??? To all them questions I knew I could answer, "No!
that I wanted to be good because I have upset you My Lord enough by what
I did last night. I know I have to learn to take control myself better
than I have." As I was speaking I felt the warmth of his body now
standing behind me.

Suddenly my hands were pulled down and held behind my back. At the same
time being made to take a couple of steps backward. Before being told to
push my hands into my trousers under the belt. With that done to his
satisfaction, I had to bow my head low before it was pushed forward to
rest against the wall. Leaving me in a rather uncomfortable Position.

"Do you feel comfortable now." He asked.

"No, not very My Lord," I responded.

"Well to bad, you'll stay like that till I return. That way you can't
play with yourself."

With that he left the room, but didn't fully close the door. It seemed
an age that he was gone. All the weight of my body seemed to be pressing
on the top of my head, I knew I couldn't move. Knowing My Lord could
look in at any time.

All my thoughts were on the discomfort of my body. That I didn't hear My
Lord return, till I was asked "Do you still feel uncomfortable standing
there like that, Sissy boy?"

As I went to answer, "Yes I do My Lord," I noticed a whimper in my voice,
because of the pain I was now feeling.

"OK you can stand up straight again then,"

It took a little while before I got my balance back, to stand up
straight.

I just stood waiting not knowing what he had in mind for me next. I went
to turn my head. But was quickly reminded that he hadn't given
permission for that.

"Now come over to me." He said, braking the silence.

As I walked towards him, my hands still inserted in the back of my
trouser. I noticed something like a table-tennis bat sitting next to him.
An uneasy feeling came into my stomach, realizing what it could be used
for.

"Right Pansy strip down to your pretty underwear, now!"

Without a word I did just that, folding my shirt, tie and trousers as I
went. Hoping to delay the inevitable as much as possible. [which wasn't
much] Stripped now to my pretties, I just stood with head bowed.

"Come closer and kneel down," I was ordered.

I knelt still with my head lowered and hands behind my back and feeling a
little tense. When a finger came under my chin raising my head, so I was
now looking straight into his eyes. As I was asked if I remembered what I
read in the advert I replied to. If I remembered being told how he wanted
obedience in a house-boy or be punished. How I've disappointed him so
far my constantly disobeying one small order. So the time has come for me
to taste some punishment. This has come a lot sooner than I had hoped, I
was informed. I tried to apologize for what I've done and in a weak way
begged for mercy. Because inside of me, I knew I was wanting to be
punished. Even as I was trying to talk, I was being told to stand up. I
noticed that bat thing lying on the seat beside him. Slowly my panties
were lowered and removed, while making remarks about how sweet my little
penis looked wearing a big red satin ribbon tied in a bow around it. As
he touched my cock with panties in his hand. I started getting aroused
again. Even though I was quite nervous about what is about to happen.

"I can see my pansy boy has got to learn to have self-control. NOW!! Lie
yourself across my lap." I was ordered in a harsh voice.

In doing so my body was pushed and pulled, till I was just where he
wanted me. My upper body lying right over the arm of the chair. My hands
resting on the floor, taking the weight of my body. My head just hanging
free. The rest of my body was under the control of My Lord. I felt his
fingers start to knead my cheeks, as I was told to relax. I tried, but
couldn't anymore under the circumstances. Then, without warning. Whack!
Whack! Whack! Across my backside, as this bat like thing made its mark.
After a few seconds brake in which time my rump was massaged. Then,
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The assault continued, without any rest this time. I
could feel the heating up of my cheeks. My soft moans became more of a
whimper. I could tell my eyes were watering up. My head was jerking back
and forth, I wanted to move my feet, but was unable to. They were held
firm, as the, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Seemed to keep coming. I could now
feel my whole rear burning like I was on fire down there. My whimpering
became crying, as I asked between sobs "Please have mercy on me My Lord."

After a few more strokes, I was asked. "Have you learnt how to obey now."

"Oh! Yes My Lord, I have," I said still sobbing.

My legs were pushed apart that one was now resting on the floor. My Lord
had a firm grip of the other. For a parting reminder. I received a few
more Whacks on both my inner thighs. Before being pushed to the floor and
told I can stay there till I stop crying like a stupid little girl.

I lay there feeling my rear burning. To sore to even think of touching.
Wondering what it was looking like. I knew it wasn't bleeding, but was
it bruised, or how red was it. As my crying subsided, I turned towards My
Lord on all fours and looked up to him. Then got down and kissed his feet
and thanked him for punishing me. Even though I was rather sore, I knew I
had to do it. As I knelt back up, I was handed my panties and told to
wipe the tears away and clean all that from nose. I just looked in a
questioning way. But knew better that to say anything, as I didn't want
another spanking. So I wiped my eyes and had a good clean out of my nose
using my panties.

Pulling me close and resting my head between his legs. He started
stroking my head like you would a cat or dog, telling me. A spanked
houseboy makes for a good obedient houseboy and that is what he wants me
to be. I agreed saying, "Yes My Lord, I do want to be a good houseboy for
you."

"OK. Then you know where we stand. Now get up and we'll get you of to
bed."

I looked at my watch, it was not much after 9pm. But again knew not to
protest his decision. My look must of echoed my thoughts, as I was just
told. "You'll do what you are told, Sissy-boy. Now pick up your clothes
and come upstairs." I did following like a little lamb.

On entering my bedroom I as stunned to see lying on the bed, a folded
Nappy and a pair of large plastic panties. I just stood there, looking to
My Lord with an opened mouth. But nothing would come out. These are what
were in the parcel My Lord brought home, as on the floor sat the opened
package with a lot more nappies sitting there.

"Come on put your clothes away and we'll get you undressed and ready for
bed." was all that was said. As I took of my camisole, My Lord started
unhooking my bra. Telling me how nice I look wearing it, that I must feel
very much like a young girl would. With all but my penis ribbon removed,
I now had to walk around the room so I could show how the bow swayed with
the ends of the ribbon caressing my thighs. Satisfied with my display he
undid the ribbon, telling me to now lie on the bed over the nappy. on
doing so I was told, "that from now on you will be wearing these to bed.
When I think you can be trusted we'll leave them off. Won't that be
something to look forward to in the future."

I didn't answer, I didn't know what to think or what to say. I didn't
want to be wearing nappies. But if I said that I might get another
spanking. But it might help me in controlling my masturbating. Well the
nappy was pulled up and a couple of safety pin secured it in place before
the plastic panties were pulled up my legs to sit comfortably over the
nappy. with all that now encasing my beaten backside, the heat was making
it burn even more adding to my agony.

"Now stand up till I put your pretty nighty on you Pansy-boy."

It felt very freaky standing there like so not being able to close my
legs. But feeling this bulk of material between them. Even taking a few
steps was with apprehension. But I guess I will only be sleeping in them,
so that won't be quite so bad. With nighty on, it was back to bed and to
another bigger surprise. Each wrist had a wide leather wrist-strap
buckled onto it

which in turn had a length of chain attached to them. They were fastened
to the bedhead in such a way that I still had lots of movement, but my
hands couldn't go down near my nappy wrapped penis. The final touch was
to see a small padlock closed on the wrist-straps so I was unable to even
think of trying to remove them.

I tried to protest, saying I had to wear nappies so I couldn't play with
myself. So why now have these put on. I was enlightened in no uncurtain
terms, that this is just how it's going to be. The restrainers are to
keep you from touching down there. The nappies are in case you want to go
to the toilet, in which you now can't. So you'll keep the bed dry this
way.

"But how can I help you get ready for bed My Lord, if you're putting me
to bed like this?" I enquired.

"You just have a good sleep and think of what Obedience means and how
your bottom feels." was his last words before leaving and turning out my
light.

Lying there thinking of my predicament, seeing how far I can get my
restrained hands down. Which was just to the top of the nappy. Turning
over I still couldn't rub my cock that way, because of that plastic
covered nappy. I was also thinking, I'm sure My Lord wants to use me as
a slave. Otherwise I'm sure he wouldn't be treating me like this. Is it
to see how far I'll go and if I'd make a good slave for him. Should I
ask him or not, that kept going through my thoughts. I hope that is what
he wants of me. I know I do want to serve him as a slave. All these
thoughts kept running around in my head, I couldn't get to sleep
thinking. Lying there I suddenly realized, I haven't been to the toilet
since before meal some 4hours ago now, and I usually go before bed. I
just hope I can go through the night without having an accident.

At last I drop off to sleep, only to keep waking because of these
restrains plus the heat of my punished backside. After what seemed a very
long uncomfortable night, I was awakened my the feel of my wrist straps
being released. There was My Lord standing over me with a big smile on
his face. "Have you had a good nights sleep with on touching?"

"No not really My Lord, I kept waking up because of these restrains."

"Well that's just to bad, if you can't do as you're told, you'll have
to learn another way. Now are you still dry?" he asked.

I suddenly realized Yes! I was, thankfully. That was till I was told to
get up. Then it all happened. "Oh My Lord I must go to the toilet," I
said.

Seizing my arm holding me back, I was told.

"Do it in your nappies like a good girl, Pansyboy."

I couldn't move as he held me firm, then it just all started to run out.
I didn't think it was going to stop. I was also getting quite
embarrassed by being humiliated this way. As I finished it felt like at
least a litre of urine sitting in there.

"Does that feel better now? lift your nighty so I can see if any has
leaked out or not."

I hung my head as I raised the nighty. My face still a bright red with
the embarrassment of it all.

"That looks good and secure in there, So you can stay like that till you
have your shower." he said patting over my soaked penis.

It seemed to take forever before My Lord had finished his shower, so I
could get out of this wet nappy. At last that time came. As I lay in the
bath to remove the plastic pant and nappy, My Lord stood over me watching
keeping my embarrassment level high. A chap going on twenty having to
wear and wet his nappies, is not a thing I ever thought I'd be doing. I
was informed to take note of how they are folded, before I was left to
get on with my shower. Which was a great relieve to clean off all that
urine and its smell. But! Did it make me take notice again of the reason
for all this my battered backside of last night, which was still sore.
Just seemed to burn again as the hot water ran over it. I just had to
take a deep gasp and hope the burning pain would retreat soon. Which it
did, sort of.

After saying goodbye to My Lord, in the now normal manner. I was told,
that I'm to have a nappy folded, lying on my bed with a pair of plastics
and the pins next to them. As soon as I make my bed, plus remember why
you have a sore bottom today. Hence this was to be another painful day.
After seeing the deep redness and bruising of my rear, feeling the
soreness as I moved around or tried to sit down. Again forbidden from
wanking and I was getting a hard cock that often, just thinking of
everything that is happening. Even thinking of my punishment and that
I'll be getting a lot more, I'm sure. Well that was making my cock go
hard. A couple of time I just had to put my hand around it, to feel that
warmth. But was carful not to stay there to long, knowing what could
happen. When I was questioned that night about my day. I had to confess
to my touching, but insisted there was no wrong doing with it. I was now
informed that from tomorrow, that will also be taken care of. When asked
in what way I was quickly told, "you'll find out all in good time." and
it was left at that. Any other questions were just ignored.

That night, I again had the pleasure of helping My Lord prepare for bed.
Before being taken into my bedroom. Once stripped to only my bra and
panties. My Lord proceeded to remove the rest, taking great delight to
inspect the remaining signs of last nights spanking. All the while
telling me how he wants to teach me to be a good obedient houseboy. Or
he'll have to let me go back to where and what I was. I didn't want
that either, so kept saying how much I am trying to be good and I'm
pleased he is helping me. That I'm happy here and want to stay with him
as his houseboy. I was turned to face him, as my panties were removed so
the inspection of under my foreskin could take place. Knowing I hadn't
done anything, but still, I was to nervous to even get an erection with
him playing with it. Just in case he decided I need another spanking,
which he didn't. Just told me I'm learning to be a good Pansy-boy, as
my ribbon was pulled open. Naked I now just stood waiting. Then told
we'll get ready for bed now. I knew to go and lie up over the layed out
nappy, ready for the embarrassment of being pinned into them for the
night, again my wrists cuffed and secured to the bedhead keeping me safe
for the night.

The next morning to see my clothes layed out for me. Which included a
white lace bra, pretty baby blue satin penis garter that had two long
narrow white ribbons that tied in bows and to help keep it in place. A
white suspender and light tan stockings. That was to be worn under a
white shirt and Navy suit. Realizing I'm going out, I questioned the
wearing of a bra. Saying how it would be seen under my shirt. I was
quickly reminded that I agreed to wearing a bra ALL the time and that
meant going out wearing one. That I'm only apprehensive about it,
because of it being the first time. I guess that was true, as I'll be
wearing a tie and suit coat, so who will really see it.

I was to meet My Lord outside his Tube station at 12-30pm. As the time
came closer to leaving the more hesitant I became. But knew there was
nothing I could do about it. looking in the mirror, the bra seemed to
stand out, or am I just imagining it. Will anyone really be looking at me
like that. Must sit in the train that no one can see, will be my first
objective. I was thinking to myself. The time arrived, I had to go out
now and face the world. Timothy, this feminine boy out wearing what he
has alway wanted to be wearing. But out in public all alone now, walking
towards the station. In the underground I'm sure the ticket seller
noticed by the way he looked at me. In the train, Damn, only the side
facing seat were vacant. As I sat thinking can they see I'm wearing a
bra, Oh! What about my legs. Did that chap notice I don't have socks on
only tan stockings, is that why he smiled at me. Oh Shit! Am I becoming
hysterical or what. Thankfully we have arrived at Charing Cross, time to
get out of here. Now for about a ten minute wait. Then I saw him walking
towards me, that gave me a real safe feeling. Then for him to say, "You
look very nice wearing your bra." Well, I felt just so self-conscious
again. Everyone must of seen, even though it was a hot day, I straight
away did up the buttons of my jacket. Which I was told straight away, to
undo again.

"People are to busy to be looking at you, you know," My Lord informed me.

"Yes My Lord, but I have that feeling everyone was looking at it or my
stockings," I said softly. Which he assured was just all in my mind, and
it was just that he knew what I was wearing, that he made the remark.

It was now back down into the tube and of to Camden Road. Walking down
that Road I felt like a fish in a fish bowl. Every body looking at me,
being dressed in a suite Etc. The first time I've ever been there. Yes a
real different type of person. Just pleased I wasn't alone, as we walked
down the Street, to arrive at a Gay Sex shot. On entering, I again felt
I'm in a different World. It was not like any I had been into before. I
couldn't help noticing all the leather gear hanging. Whips, canes,
straps, face masks, dog collars and so on. I just looked, then looked to
My Lord with an open mouth, nothing would come out of it. He just looked
at me with a slight grin, then patted me on the head, saying

"don't worry about it all."

"No I'm not My Lord," I said which wasn't quite true. My stomach was
starting to turn after seeing those whips and canes. And I haven't seen
everything there yet.

Seems we were expected, as one of the shop assistance summoned another
from out back. He wasn't much older than myself, by the looks of him.
Then I was told to have a look around while My Lord and this chap went
out the back again. Well as I looked around there was stuff I'd never
ever seen before, little alone know what a lot of it would ever be used
for. Seems they cater for just about every Kink and fetish imageable. I
also saw some baby stuff, made me think this is where my nappies and
plastic panties came from. It seemed no time and my name "Timothy!" being
called. Yes Timothy, the first time I've been called that since I went
to live with My Lord. Yes it was me, it was My Lord calling. I still
hadn't seen half of what this place has to offer. I went and followed My
Lord to a room at the back of the shop.

"James, this is Timothy, he's a bit of a pansy boy, as you can see." I
felt my face going hot and scarlet with the embarrassment of hearing that
being told to this chap, not much older than myself. I hung my head and
softly said "Hello". James acknowledge, by saying "Hello Timothy don't
be shy" in a friendly, self-assured manner.

"Now take off your jacket and hang it over there" My Lord pointed to a
hook behind the door. As I was turning back I noticed James eyeing me up
and down with a slight grin on his face. I could just imagine what he was
thinking, but I tried not to look at him. My next order came as quite a
shock. "Now take off your trousers." I just looked up at My Lord with
that look in my eyes, then said, "Please no, not my trousers." Knowing
how feminized I was under them, plus wondering what is going to happen to
me. Seeing that covered tray on the table also now had me wondering why
am I here. Then in a stern voice, I was told to hurry up and get them
off, we don't have all day you know!! I slowly unbuckled and lowered the
zipper, but held them up and closed my eyes so I couldn't see James as I
then lowered the trousers. The shirt hid my panties, but I knew he could
see the stocking being held up by white suspenders. As I removed my
trousers from the floor, I couldn't help but show my panties. Which got
a remark from James "don't you look pretty under there." I could feel my
face going red again, even my eyes watered a little, I didn't know where
to look. My Lord just took my trousers, telling me to hold up my shirt. I
knew there was no way out after all, so I obeyed with my eyes closed, to
show my pretty pale blue satin panties with the word SISSY written boldly
across the left leg in a deeper shade of blue. I felt James touching the
panties then said,

"I bet they feel lovely on?"

My Lord then told me why I was there, Seen as I have trouble controlling
myself. I'm going to have to wear a little something during the day when
I'm alone. With that James told me to remove my panties for him, so he
could see what can be done. I knew there was no use in protesting again.
So slowly I lowered and removed my panties from my legs, I watched to see
James's reaction to my pretty penis garter. All he said as his hand went
under my penis to lift it for a better look and touch was.

"My isn't that just so pretty."

I said nothing, till My Lord told me to answer the question.

"yes it is thank you, Sir," I responded in a low voice.

I was now told to hold up my shirt. With that up out of the way, James
sprayed something over my penis that was freezing cold. What ever it was,
was to stop me getting an erection while he worked on it. Like, I was now
having different size rings tried under the foreskin to find the best
fit. Yes, from now on I'll be wearing a ring under there each day. So if
I started to get an erection, the ring would soon let me know, it's not
going to be in my best interest. My Lord said it's like a chastity belt,
only smaller.

With the size ring found, My Lord was given a small pliers for its
removal, plus a can of the spray to use when it was being fitted to me.
With that all done, I could dress again. But not before lifting my shirt
to show James the bra I was wearing. Which he said looked very nice and
how lovely it must feel for a sissy to be wearing all these girly undies.
I knew I'd have to answer, so I said.

"Yes I do feel lovely wearing them, thank you sir." my head still bowed
and the embarrassment not wanting to leave me. Even thou James was very
nice.

With that, we said our goodbyes and James said how he was looking forward
to seeing us again soon.

"You sure will James," My Lord replied with a big smile.

Walking down the street I couldn't help but notice the feeling coming
back into my cock and the ring sitting comfortable down there. That was
until I started thinking about it and the feel of the garter, panties and
stocking on my legs. Then the ring was feeling very uncomfortable down
there. I told My Lord about it, but he just said "you'll get use to it"
and kept walking on. As I left My Lord at Charing Cross, I was just told

"I'll see you at home later and keep your coat open all the way home."

I knew why he said that, but I had more to think about now, with that
ring reminding me of its presence.

Once back home I knew I had a lot to do. I didn't dare look at my cock
to see that ring sitting around its neck. So it was off with coat and on
with pinafore and back to my days duties of cleaning. All the while I
kept thinking, Tonight I must ask My Lord if I am going to become his
slave. After going to that shop and being ringed, Im sure that if he
keeps me that's what I'll be. I hadn't even finished the cleaning when
I heard the front door opening and being called for. I apologised for not
having his meal ready, but he said he came home a little earlier today.
He asked how I felt going out dressed in all my pretty undies and said
how the bra did show out very nicely under the shirt. I told him how
self-conscious I felt going out. But coming home I had this ring on my
mind, so it wasn't so bad. "Would you like me to take it off for you
now," he asked.

"Oh, yes please My Lord."

"No I think it can wait till after dinner, then I'll see." as he ran his
hand over my trouser front.

"Now take my jacket and tie off, then get me a drink."

After I had done that, I was asked to have dinner ready about 6-30. I was
dismissed then to finish my work, and prepare the meal.

Everything cleaned up after dinner, I returned to My Lord in the Lounge.
Where I was to be relieved of this ring. But not quite so soon I found
out. As My Lord was finishing reading a book. I stood waiting for
permission to sit or kneel by him. But I was ignored till he had finished
reading. Then I was told to go get a small bowl with warm water and
disinfectant in it. Returning I had to take off my trouser and panties to
have this ring removed. My Lord made quite a play of doing it, making out
he couldn't get the pliers into the holes or saying how nice it looked
and should stay pulling the skin back over it again. I thought he was
just playing with me, but didn't like to say anything just in case.
Looking at me he said "OK. We'll take it off for now, is that alright
with you?"

"Oh Yes! My Lord, that is fine with me."

The relieve of seeing it come off was great, as was the feel of the
disinfectant being wiped under my foreskin. The ring was then dropped
into the bowl of disinfectant water and left there.

It was back on with panties but not trousers, as I knelt there in front
of My Lord. While he questioned me bout my first week and what I thought
about the shop we went to today. I told him how happy I was being here
with him. How I enjoyed being his houseboy and I'm so happy to be
wearing all these lovely clothes. But am upset that I'm disappointing
him my lack of control. Because I don't want to be released from his
service. Yes the shop, well I didn't see that much, but what I did I
quite liked. Then I asked the big question.

"If you keep me on My Lord, I am going to be your Slave, aren't I?" I
asked with a hoping look on my face.

"Are you sure that's what you want," I was asked.

"Yes, very much. Even reading your advert I was hoping that is what it
was going to be. Since I've been here this is what I feel I'm to be." I
replied.

"Well there is still a few weeks to go, and I don't want to rush you
into anything. Do you understand?"

"Yes I do My Lord. But I do feel a slave is what I am and how I want to
be treated." I said in a pleading voice.

With that My Lord put his hand behind my head, pulled me towards him. My
head was now resting on his lap, being stroked in a caring manner. I
tried to put my arms around his waist, put was told to keep them down. I
stayed like that for some time. The warmth of his lap and the musky smell
of his odour down there, was just so intoxicating that I didn't want to
move.

As My Lord had things he wanted to do, I was put to bed in the now
customary manner of Nappies and restrains. Only this time before I was
left, My Lord bent over and kissed me on the forehead. I looked to him
with a lovely smile on my face and thanked him for doing that. I got a
kind smile in return, as he said "have a good sleep now won't you."

The next morning was Saturday and it wasn't till after 9am. That My Lord
came to release me. I had been awake for sometime, thinking over
everything from last night. Even lying there in now very wet nappies
didn't diminish my need to be under the complete control of this man.
Even though my nappies were so wet, I still had to stay in them. But this
morning at it was Saturday he likes to lie in the bath. So I had to get
it ready for him, plus it is my duty to bath him. Which I must say
pleased me no end, being able to wash him ALL OVER, wiping the soap
covered cloth slowly up over his arse making sure it was nice and clean.
Then being able to just soap up my hands as he lifted up so I could clean
his beautiful cock and balls. I cleaned his shaft with a soft gentle
massages, caressing his ball sac as if I had the most precious gem stones
in my hands. My Lord noticed my gentleness with them, as he said,

"they won't crack you know."

"I know My Lord, but they feel just so beautiful, I want to treat them
with care." as I smiled at him.

Washing and rinsing his body was like I caressing the most beautiful
sheet of Silk. Once I had finished, I helped him stand to get out. But
just watched as he then urinated straight into the bath water before
stepping out. I then dried him down, put this deodorant Etc. on him. Was
then told to have my bath while he shaves. As I went to release the water
after his bath. I was quickly informed that I use the same water. Slaves
always clean in their Masters water, Understand?

It's the first time he's referred to me as a slave, I'm so pleased. I
took off my nighty, then was to stand in the bath to remove my soaking
wet nappies. I was very happy to use Masters water, as I think any slave
would be, specially with the addition of his urine in it. It was the same
when I went to have my shave. The water was left in the basin, only this
time with the added of My Lords spitting out after cleaning his teeth.

Arriving back to my room naked, with nighty in hand. There was My Lord
sorting out my attires for the day. To my astonishment there was only
underwear. Bra of course, the lovely soft blue penis petty which I
haven't worn as yet, stay up tan stockings and a lovely blue
satin`n'lace garter for each leg. They would be a good 1 ½" wide and
they have a nice white bow on the side. Then there was my panties, the
normal bloomer type, white nylon with wide lace around the legs and of
course between two flower buds on the leg standing out boldly Violet is
"SISSY". Next was a to the knee length Lavender satin petticoat with
narrow straps and matching lace around the hem. On top of it all was to
go my pinafore, also saying that I'm a Sissy Boy. To by surprise My Lord
decided even though he would be home with me. I should still wear my new
Ring, so I can get use to it. So before I could put anything on. I had to
stand have my cock sprayed, skin pulled back, then on with my controller.

"Now what do you say," as My Lord looked up at me.

"Thank you My Lord for helping me learn to control myself."

My bra was fastened for me, then I had my little petty put on for me. I
could tell he liked putting that on me, the way he played around with it.
The rest was left for me to put on, while he sat admiring his Pansy boy.

After Breakfast I had to dress My lord, as he was going to do the
shopping. In the meantime I was to start my cleaning. Getting around in
only my pretties was so exciting, feeling my little petty caressing over
my inner thighs under my bloomer type panties. The hem of my petticoat
swaying as I moved touching my stocking covered legs so softly. I felt
just so feminine, so much like a girl. But that Ring kept its control
over me, the way My Lord wanted.

It was a couple of hours later that My Lord returned. I was in the
process of doing the hand washing. So my progress was noticed and pleased
him. With the washing hung out, it was in to put all the groceries away
and get My Lord something for lunch. I was told I didn't need anything
at this time of day. Doing my work should take my mind of the need for
food. There was one concession made to me, that is I could go the rest of
the day without this torturous Ring. I was just so grateful as I watched
its removal.

The rest of the weekend went much the same, until after dinner on Sunday.
When it was decided a little more Punishment would be in order for me.
Only this time it was of to my bedroom, where I recognized an article
lying patently atop my layed out nappy. Yes, about 2ft long by 1 ½inches
wide, a black leather strap lay waiting. Looking at it made me fearful of
what it can and will do. But I knew I wanted it, I needed it, with my
cock now inflating in anticipation of what is about to happen to me. I
didn't have time to think of anything else, as I was told to strip and
lie over the bed face down. My wrists were put into there restrainers and
pulled up, tied securely to the headboard. Each ankle was strapped and
tied so I was lying spread eagle. This punishment is for no other reason
than to show me that, Yes!! I'm going to be his slave-boy. Blow after
blow this instrument of correction landed its stinging painful marks
across my backside. I think it was after about a dozen I started moaning.
My eyes started to water up also with the pain. Because of that I'd get
another dozen with some landing across my upper legs as well. This bought
me to muffled screams, as my face was buried firmly into my pillow.
Fortunately my nappy still lay under my midriff, all this burning pain
sent my cock to full pulsating hardness. I couldn't help but try to rub
myself off on the nappy, I could feel the pre cum wetness between nappy
and cock. It was also noticed what I was doing. So had to raise my butt
till the tip of my cock could be seen. Even after the last painful blow
struck, I could not rest. Face still buried in the pillow as I cried from
the intense burning pain. A few minutes past before the restraints were
released from my ankles. Slowly I tried to close my legs, the precision I
found myself made it impossible. Taking his time left then right wrist
were freed. I was able to collapse on the bed closing my tender burning
legs. My pecker was still rigid as I fell on it. Turning my head still
weeping, I thanked My Lord for the punishment he had given me.

As I looked towards him, My Lord then came and sat beside me, a hand came
caressing lightly over my head. Pulling myself closer to him, I rested my
head in his lap, soaking up his tender touch. All of a sudden I felt
myself being helped to turn over. I now lay with head resting face up at
his chest. His left arm holding me to him, his right hand stroking softly
over my face before taking hold of my hands in his. With that I was asked
"Do you feel better now, my little Pansy boy?"

"Yes thank you My Lord. I don't know why, but I do need this," I said
still whimpering.

I remained in his arms for a few more minutes without a word being
spoken. But in a firm, warm manner as I listened to the soft beating of
his heart.

The tranquillity was broken as I was told.

"I think we can get you ready for bed now."

I asked if I could go and pee first as I felt really full. Yes! I was
permitted. But if I played with it, I would have to have that punished
for the night. I didn't know how and didn't want to find out either, so
was a good boy. It took a while before I would really settle for the
night. With my backside still smarting, now wrapped in a nappy and
plastic panties. The heat and rubbing of the cloth around my crotch was
making for a very uncomfortable night. In time I did drop off to sleep,
as the next thing I knew My Lord was there releasing my wrists for me to
get up.

I felt the markings as I tried to walk. But it wasn't till I started
peeing in the nappy that the heat of it hit my burning backside. I
realized how sore it was down there. That was also to intensify once I
got under the shower, which it did. Adding to that, as I got stripped. My
Lord couldn't help but pinch, squeeze even a couple of slaps over the
deep red bruised butt. Generating a little whine from me. Asked why the
noise, I told him I was still feeling very sore.

"Well a nice hot shower will fix that," as I was told to get in and bend
over. In doing so the hot water was just aimed straight onto my burning
rear. My head was held down so I couldn't move, I could only scream in
agony. Then at last I was freed from his grip and allowed to continue
cleaning myself.

Kneeling to kiss My Lords feet before he left, I could again feel the
pain as I bent over. Now with my Ring back on to add to my discomfort. I
was informed that he was having a visitor tonight. So to have his meal
ready when he got home. All day then I kept wondering if they knew about
me or how I would have to perform. As I haven't been in this situation
before, so got quite nerves about it.

I had no need to worry myself over it. As when My Lord arrived home, he
first went and took his car out of the garage. Then we had dinner, it was
at this time I was also told. That from now on I'd be having my meal in
the kitchen after My Lord had finished his. I also noticed my training or
testing of my aptitude to my enslavement was beginning to escalate. The
first sign was when there wasn't any mention of the meal. I was just
told to move his chair as he got up, his napkin was just dropped onto his
plate. Where as before tonight I'd be told how nice the meal was Etc. I
returned after cleaning up in the kitchen, only to be told.

"Go straight up to your room."

I did without question, it was just about7pm. Am I going to be punished
again, I was wondering. Then My Lord entered, telling me it was going to
be an early night for me. He was having a visitor and didn't want me
hanging around. So bed would be the best and safest place for me. Even
though I thought it to early, I knew better than to say anything.

My Lord just sat watching my undressing and putting everything away in
its place. As I was doing so he asked how my backside was feeling now, as
it looks a little bruised.

"It's still quite sore My Lord,"

"That's good give you something to think about why you lie there."

"Yes thank you My Lord," I said before lying to have my nappy and
plastics put on. Then into my nighty before getting on my knees. Once
restrained in bed I asked if I could read.

"Have you got something to read?" He asked.

"No My Lord, I thought you may have a book I could read,"

I realised I had gone a bit far in asking just by the look on his face.
So I quickly apologised for what I had said.

"And so you should apologise. If I wanted you to read there would of been
children's books here for you. And is there!!"

"No My Lord," I quickly replied.

With that, I was patted on the head and told to be a good girl, as he
left. Turning out the light and closing the door behind him. Lying there
at this early hour. I was wondering how many other boys my age were being
made go to bed at this hour. But then how many others were wanting to
serve a Master as his slave as I do.

It was not much later that I heard a car arriving, sounded like it went
into the garage, as the doors round up then down again. I heard My Lord
and another man's voice for just a little while then all went quiet. I
lay there just thinking, what My Lord and this other man were doing so
quietly downstairs. Thinking also of all that possible lay ahead of me.
If I'm kept on I'll just be a slave, something for my Master to use and
abuse for his pleasure. Lying on my bruised backside, knowing there will
be a lot more of that. The changes that have happened since I was Ringed.
It's making me horny just thinking of it all. Try as I do I can't get a
hand down there. I turned over to rub against the mattress, all of little
use. The nappy and plastic panties do nothing to help with any relieve. I
must of drifted off to sleep in that position. As next thing I felt
something touching the side of my face. I woke with a sudden shock trying
to brush something away. Only to find it was much bigger than any creepy
crawly thing. I turned to find My Lord sitting next to me. Still not
awake, I didn't know what to say, as I looked at him. The only light
came via the doorway, till the light beside my bed was flicked on. I
noticed My Lord was now wearing a Black Satin shirt opened to show all
his lovely chest. His shirt was tucked into black trousers. He looked
stunning, he looked so much a Master. His hand started stroking gently
through my hair. I suddenly thought, has he got someone with him. I
urgently tried to look around to see. My movement was noticed as I was
asked what was I looking for?

"I just thought your visitor might be there,"

"Would that bother you somewhat," he asked.

"No properly not My Lord, I'm sorry,"

"Well if you must know there is only the two of us now," I was informed.

I was helped get a little more comfortable, another pillow went under my
head. My chains were untangled after my quick turn around. Still
caressing over my hair and face. I was asked if his little Nancy-boy was
having a nice dream, seen as I was in bed so early. I said I hadn't, but
told him what I'd been thinking of when he left me. He looked at me with
a big smile,

"Two more weeks and we'll see what will happen to you," was the only
remarks made. His left hand still cradling and stroking my head. The
right was now beginning to caress lower down over my nighty, over each
nipple. I tried to touch his arm, to show how I wanted him so much. But
was just told not to touch, put your hands down and caress over your
pretty nighty like a good Sissy-boy. I did, but couldn't take my eyes of
My Lord, with a look of `Please use me' in my eyes. My bed covers were
soon removed, as he worked further down my nighty covered body. His soft
tender hand came to rest atop of my nappy covered genitals. Turning his
head towards me, he asked

"are we wet or dry under there."

"I'm dry My Lord," I said in a wantoned subdued voice.

"Would you like me to have a look at it, as it seems to be swelling up
under there."

"Oh, yes please I would really love that,"

Trying to also move closer to him. But was just as quickly told DON'T
MOVE!! Or do you want another spanking. I used my head and just lay
still.

"Lift up," I was told as my bottom was patted.

As I raised my bottom, my nighty was pulled up to expose the plastic
panties, which were the next thing to be removed. Touching over the dry
nappy and squeezing the erect cock underneath.

"All this time in bed and my pansy boy hasn't wet him self, isn't that
good." he remarked

I just said "Yes My Lord," I knew he was saying this as a form of
humiliation for me. With the removal of the pins, my nappy was opened up
to expose one now stiff penis.

I just moaned with the feeling of the cool air down there. Plus the
eagerness of having it played with again. I could feel it twitching,
throbbing with the expectation of what is about to happen. My eyes
closed, my breathing became heavier as I felt a finger touch and stroke
slowly up my shaft. My restrained hands again tried to move to touch My
Lord, but I know I couldn't. I just continued caressing with my nighty
over my upper body tweaking on each sensitive nipple. While doing this,
the finger became a full hand encircling that pulsating appendage. Long
slow strokes, gently pulling the skin right back, then up again. Each
time long and slow, again and again his warm hand caressed the length of
my rampant penis. Sending me craze with excitement, the pleasure he was
giving me. My whole body felt so emotionally alive. Pre cum started
coming from my piss slit. That was not to be wasted, as he took it off on
a finger and fed it between my lips to suck off. I did with pleasure.
Holding my penis firmly with his left hand, the right went under to
massage my balls. They felt so full, heavy and tight. That I could only
push my head back into the pillow, lifting my whole body as I whimpered.
My eyes closing then opening again looking to My Lord with the most
passionate emotions. My heart was pounding faster and faster. My
breathing became shorter and deeper with the beautiful feeling building
up within my ball sac. But My Lord was not deterred, for a little longer
my balls were in his hot hand to be played with. The hand worked its way
back to resume its stoking of my throbbing cock. As the left started
kneading over my stomach, around that whole lower area. I just started
begging for him to use me, do what he liked with me. A finger came back
into my mouth to be sucked clean of pre cum again. In a quiet voice he
said.

"Just stay quiet and enjoy."

All of a sudden his hand came of my cock. I could only look in disbelieve
as he stood up. Am I going to be left now in this state, so highly
aroused. Yet unable to touch myself. Is this how I've got to learn
self-control.

My Lord just got into his trouser pocket took out his handkerchief. Sat
back on the bed beside me, holding the handkerchief around my throbbing
penis. I just groaned out loud with undisputed pleasure as it felt so
wonderfully beautiful. I'm sure my cock grow even larger and harder with
that beautiful feeling he was giving me. As it was being used between his
hand and my pulsating cock to masturbate me. My Lord also noticed as he
said,

"I think I know now what turns a Sissy-boy on, by the way he's reacting.
Would I be right?"

"Oh Yes! My Lord, that feels just so wonderful stimulating. Please don't
stop."

I at last got out between heavy breaths and trying to push my hips up
hoping to increase the pleasure I was getting. My restrains frustrated
any attempt I had in trying to touch My Lord. Or even put my hand down to
touch what was giving me this new desirable pleasure. I could only hold
my nighty up to my face feeling and kissing it, as I enjoyed this erotic
stimulation. My breathing was getting deeper and fasted. I could feel my
heavy balls get tighter. I was looking at My Lord, I was looking at his
beautiful white handkerchief being worked up and down, up and down my hot
shaft. Faster and fasted he worked on me. My whole body was beginning to
tremble with the tension building within me. Not a word was being spoken,
I could even hear my own breathing and feel my heart beating in the
silence. Then! I just moaned out loud, OH MASTER!! MY MASTER!! I'M
CUMMMIINGGG, I'M CUMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!. OOHHH GOOOODDDDDDD!!
YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!! As my whole body just jerked uncontrollably, as I
jettisoned shot after shot of hot spank up all over my chest. I didn't
think I was going to stop shooting my juice out. As My Lord kept stroking
and squeezing every last drop from deep down within my balls. I just lay
there exhausted, still breathing deeply. As My Lord put his thumb to my
mouth, telling me to suck the cum off. I did with much pleasure. Then he
had a teaspoon, which he used to remove the juice from my chest and fed
it to me. there were four good helping of cum for me to enjoy.

As I lay there he stroked my head helping me calm down. My penis was
taking some time to start deflating again. As it hadn't had so much lewd
excitement for a long, long time.

"I think Pansy boy really enjoyed all of that play didn't he,"

"Oh Yes My Lord, Thank you. It was the most wonderful feeling I could
ever of wished for." I told him.

Noticing he had his handkerchief in is hand. I couldn't help put my hand
over, asking if it would be alright for me to hold it. My Lord smiled at
me, letting me take hold of it.

"You really liked having me use it on you, Didn't you?" he asked.

"Yes My Lord, it was a beautiful feeling, I loved it" I said blushing as
I say it.

"That's OK. Little Sissies don't have to get shy now," he said.

"Why don't you kiss it, to let me see how you like it." he then told me.

I did, I just straight away put it to my lips and kissing it all over.
And yes, enjoying it. Not caring what he thought, it was his so that made
it even delightful.

After patting me on the forehead, My Lord stood up. I thought he was
about to leave me, till I noticed the Bulge in his trousers. I watched as
he lowered his zipper, undid his trousers letting them fall around his
ankles. Stroking over his Boxer shorts a few times, before going in to
put out that beautiful 8in uncut hot cock. I begged of him to let me
have, to feel it. I wanted to suck it, have it deep down my pussy throat.
To be fed his lovely sperm. But no, I was just told.

"Shut up Bitch, your sort have to earn such delights."

So I could only watch as he continued working himself off with one hand
while the other caressed over his stunning body. In no time his eyes
closed, soft moans came from his mouth, his whole body tensed up, he
started jerking forward, his hand worked faster, the other came down
playing with his balls, before going back up to finger his nipples. His
dribbles were just wiped over the head of that hot nob. As he continued
stroking on it. Then started long groaning noises, his mouth opened
gasping OOOOOHHHHH!!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!! I opened my mouth hoping for some of
the juice to be fed my way. But he knew where he wanted it to land, as he
leaned over me. His left hand resting on my chest for balance. Then the
last couple of strokes on his quivering hot meat. I could only watch as
he then started shooting volleys of his precious cum down all over my
genitals. YEESSSS!! TAKE THIS YOU BITCCHHHH!!!! I felt the heat of each
discharge as it landed. Thanks also for being shaven down there. With the
last drops of cum being squeezed out onto his fingers, they were also
just wiped over my crutch area. My nappy was now pulled back to once
again to be pinned in place. But before the final folds, My Lord just
spat a big thick one from his mouth to deposit it with his cum. Pinned
and plastics back on, he lightly rubbed over the front, so I could feel
all his discharge sitting there. I had to lift up till he pulled down my
nighty.

"Now what have you got to say?" he asked looking straight at me.

"Thank you My Lord for all this pleasure you have just given me," I said.

"Now get some sleep, it's very late," I was told.

I had no idea how late, since I was in bed so early. My Lord left then
leaving me still with his handkerchief in hand.

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From the next morning I was to notice a big increase in the way I'm
being treated on my path to becoming his slave. That's the next chapter,
coming in about a month. Please let me know if you like or dislike what
I'm writing. Matthew.