Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2004 23:58:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew O'Shea <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: A New Life for Timothy Chapter 7.   transgender authoritarian

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. 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 7.

This man whose name is Mr Lucas, then stood took my hand helping me to
stand facing him. He took a clean handkerchief from his pocket handing it
to me to wipe my eyes and clean out my nose. I did in silence, then stood
and listened, while Master and Mr Lucas explained a few things of the
past month or so to me.

They have been very close friends for a few years, both are into the
Bondage & Discipline scene and thought it would be great to have there
own slave. After being to a party and seeing these two rented TV slaves,
it was decided that's the sort Master should advertize for. Someone who
could be made dress in female clothes and treated as a Sissy slave at all
times. They received six replies that were of interest to them. After Mr
Lucas read mine, he realized who I was, remembering me as the Sissy-boy
from collage. By what I said in the letter, they knew I was a sissy-boy
who wanted to be dominated and used completely by a Master. On the first
visit to Masters house, Mr Lucas sat over the road in this car watching
me arrive. Said how I stood outside the gate fixing my cravat, hanky in
my top pocket, then my hair, making sure I look neat and tidy before
going up to the door. I got embarrassed then, as that is just what I did,
I wanted to look my best. Once Master had interviewed me, he was also
satisfied that I was what he wanted. Ever since I've been with Master,
Mr Lucas has known everything that has happened. I was now informed how
nice it is to see me out of bed. Yes it was he who stayed last weekend
with Master, while I had to sleep. That seems an age ago now as so much
has happened to me, in this short time of a week.

Mr Lucas made me kneel between his legs, as I was told to forget
everything of the past. Like him being a teacher at the collage I went
to, he doesn't teach there now either. He knew the way other boys
talked. Also told me how he would of loved to of given my brother a good
caning. For letting others in his class talk and treat me the way they
did. Yes he heard that I had to satisfy a couple. But didn't know just
how much. I told him how I had to masturbate or suck them off and drink
their cum. Because Jason told them I'm a faggot and have a girls mouth.
At that, I asked him please don't mention him again, because I don't
have any other family now except my Master, who owns me. Mr Lucas just
put his hands on either side of my face pulling me to him. Kissing me on
the forehead, in what I thought was a caring way. I just looked to him
saying, "Thank you." He then made me stand so as to have a good look at
this Sissy. Sheepishly I stood, lowered my head so I couldn't watch him
eyeing me over. Without a word I got pushed and pulled, my skirts raised
right up, my panties pulled down to have a good look at my little petty
under there. After which I was told, I look like a very pretty slut. I
wasn't quite ready to hear him call me that, as I just looked at him.
But didn't say anything.

"Well that is all you are you know, a Slut!" he said looking into my
eyes.

"Yes I know, Sir," I quietly replied.

Partway through this conversation Master left to go and start their meal.
As they weren't prepared for my outburst at the start, so time was now
moving on. Now that I'd settled down or more to the point, got over the
shock of who Masters visiting friend was. I had to put on my pinafore
then go finish the meal, which didn't take to long. While in the kitchen
I kept thinking about Mr Lucas, how close it could of been had I spent
another year at collage, then finished up with him teaching me. Now
meeting him today as my Masters lover and I guess able to dominate me.

Once I served their Dinner I had to stand behind and to the side of
Master, with head bowed, waiting for any orders from him. At one stage Mr
Lucas noticed me raising my head a little and looking at him. Quickly I
was asked by him, why I had raised my head. I felt my face going a bright
red with embarrassment. In a stutter I tried to apologise, knowing I had
done wrong. Only I couldn't get words out, so finished up again just
saying.

"I'm sorry Mr Lucas for staring like I did."

Master yelled at me to go kneel beside him. I did knowing it's not going
to be a pleasant time. Plus for the first time, someone watching me being
chastised for my impertinence. It's at times like these that I wish my
hair was a lot shorter. As Master crabbed a handful pulling me this
way`n'that, asking what right I had to raise my eyes from the floor. No
one wants a slave looking at them while their eating, Do they! Plus you
never again say MR!! From now on you will address him as SIR! Or if I'm
not around it'll be MASTER! Get that into your thick head you scum.
After a couple of hard slaps across my face. I was sent to kneel facing
the far wall with hands on my lowered head and legs wide apart.

After awhile Master called me to him, asking if I was hungry, which I
was.

"Would you like some of mine, before you go to your bowl," he asked.

"Oh yes, thank you Master," knowing what's waiting for me in the
kitchen.

This will take my mind off of it. But I didn't know I would be eating it
from the palm of his hand. After he had chewed it up he dropped it out
onto his hand, then put it in front of my mouth, telling me to eat up. I
looked to Master in hope he wasn't really going to have me eat it. When
I got told this or nothing till tomorrow night. My mind promptly changed
without another word. Once I started licking it up, I could hear Sir
laughing. Saying how disgusting I am, but how good it is to see I'm
being well trained as a slave. It seemed disgusting for a start, even my
eyes watered thinking of having to do it. But it was my Master's and I
don't care what I eat of his. When finished I said, "Thank you Master
for feeding me your food like this." again lowing my head. Master
informed Sir that he'd see me doing a lot more before the weekend was
over. I just cringed thinking what other humiliating things would I be
made do in front of Sir.

Later, after I'd finished all my cleaning up. I was back in the lounge
kneeling to the side of the couch. On which Master and Sir were resting
comfortably with an arm over each others shoulder, drinking their wine.
It looked so nice and romantic. I wished I could of been up there also.
Every so often they would talk about something they had in store for me.
Or what they'd like to do with me, most of which sounded so degrading or
completely depraved. I could tell my burning face had gone a deep red. I
hung my head feeling very humiliated by what is in store for me. I could
only listen, it would be more than this new slaves life is worth to
speak, or ever look towards my Masters. As they poured another wine,
Master was asked if it would be alright to give me some. I couldn't help
looking towards Master in hope, as I hadn't had any alcoholic drink for
sometime now. Master looked at me, then said, "yes that'll be OK." I
felt pleased and happy to know I could have a drink at last. Sir called
me to him, having me kneel right between his legs.

"Now open that mouth and don't spill any, do you hear?"

I knelt with mouth open waiting for the glass to touch my lips. I will
learn soon that a slave never gets what it hopes for. Instead, Sir put
two fingers into his wine glass, then into my mouth. Telling me to suck
and saver such beautiful wine they were having. There I knelt sucking
wine off Sir's fingers in this humiliating way. Plus to hear them
laughing about it, as I did so. I only had that one `drink' in which I
also had to thank him for. But not before Master struck at me for not
saying `thank you' quick enough.

When it came to bedtime for me, Sir was asked if he'd like to get me
into bed. Yes, he jumped at the idea. In no time I was being led up
stairs to my room. After kissing Masters feet before I left. I had to
underdress in front of him, which by now I didn't mind doing. As he'd
seen everything I was wearing and what I was like under my panties
anyway. But it made me a little embarrassed hearing his remarks about me
being in girls clothes, specially about having my clit looking graceful,
as he put it. While I took off the make up, Sir decided to look through
the draws at what I had. Fortunately there was only the clothes Master
had bought for me to wear. But all the same they were taken out, I'd be
told how he was looking forward to having me dressed like a proper whore
and used like one. Once I'd cleaned the make up off and brushed out my
hair. Now it was time for more humiliation. Knowing I'd now have to lie
over that nappy for Sir to pin it on me. Lying there waiting, I was asked
where the baby powder was?

"I don't have powder Sir, Master just puts me in the nappy as is," I
said.

"Oh, babies always are powdered under there nappies." I was told.

"I'm not a baby Sir, I just have to wear them because Master keeps me
tied up so I can't touch myself down below," I tried to explain.

"You wear nappies, only babies wear nappies, hence you must be a baby. So
we'll have to see about getting some baby powder for you. Won't that be
nice." as he rubbed over my stomach.

I didn't answer his question, knowing I don't have a say in anything
anyway. The look I gave mustn't of been the sort of look he wanted, as
he slapped my face. Reminding me that I'm only a Fucken slave bitch.

Once I had my nighty on, I had to stand while he eyed me over. Even
making me walk around a little, caress myself over my upper body. As I
did so I couldn't help what was happening under the nappy. It was also
noticed, as he asked what the problem was. I had to just quietly say,
that fondling myself in my nighty gets me excited and my clit aroused.

"Well get into bed now so I can tie you down, with hopes that'll also
keep you excited all night. To think you won't be able to touch, won't
that be good."

"Yes Sir," I said getting into bed.

Once my wrists were put in there restraints. Sir then gave me the back of
his hand to kiss before patted my head saying. Have a good sleep, as
tomorrow is going to be a real electrifying day for all. He then just
smiled at me, then left turning out the light, but leaving open the door.
I lay wondering what tomorrow had in store for me, that it was going to
be so electrifying.

I woke in the morning by Sir pulling the covers off me and slapping
lightly on my face. The restraints came off my wrist, next thing I
noticed his hand going under my nighty, up to feel the nappy. Good Sissy
you're been all night without wetting yourself. Hearing him say that
really made me feel like the baby he said I was last night. So I quickly
said, I don't wet myself in bed Sir. For my unwanted response, his hand
went just as quickly back, to squeeze over my nappy covered clit and nuts
as hard as he could. Causing me to squeal and squirm in pain.

"Did anyone ask you to comment," he asked, still with hand firmly on
clit.

"No they didn't Sir."

"So keep that fucken mouth shut! Now get down stairs and make us a nice
hot cup of Tea. Don't forget to knock before bringing it in."

As I got up, I went to put slippers on. Only to be told, No! Bare feet is
good enough for a slave. I was also wanting to wear a dressing gown, as
it was a little cold. But again that was denied me. I was just told,

"Normal slave wear nothing at all except there collar. So think yourself
lucky that your Master lets his Bitch wear sissy clothes."

I didn't reply, but took of smartly for the kitchen. Oh damn! it was
there that it happened. The build up over night in my bladder, now
decided to flow freely.

There was nothing I could do to stop the flow either. If I'd tried to go
to the toilet, that would of been very painful for me later. Plus Master
would of known if I went a time without going. So there I now was, making
Tea taking it up stairs, offering it to Master and Sir while I was in a
wet nappy.

On entering Masters bedroom I was confronted my Master and his lover in a
deep passionate embrace. I didn't quite know what to do, as it's the
first time I've been in such a situation. Watching others making love, I
just stood there. Eyes glued on the two beautiful bodies entangled in
each others arms. As I watched my little wet clit started to come alive.
I know I couldn't touch or show any signs of my arousal in front of
Master. Then I thought what do I do, just put their Tea down and leave.
They must know I'm here as Master told me to enter. Do I tell them I've
got their Tea, so yes that's what I did, quietly. Only to be told, "Put
the fucken Tea on the side table and kneel beside the bed facing the
door." Master told me without lifting his head from his lovers chest that
he was licking over. As I knelt there, I could only listen to their love
making. One didn't have to use much imagination to know what they were
doing. It sounded so beautiful, I wished I could of been apart of it.
With the low soft moaning I wasn't sure which one was taking it. Till I
heard Master saying "Yes! Fuck me harder man." Shortly after I heard Sir
low grunting cries, as he unloaded his man juice into my Master. There
was only their deep breathing I could hear for a minute or so. Then
Master saying, God that was fucken good. As they lay there engrossed in
each other, my presence was ignored. I didn't mind as I knelt there
listening to their lovemaking. My little clit was really getting strained
by it all, as it fought against the wet nappy.

By the time they were finished the Tea had gone cold. Master sent me of
to make them another cup, but don't throw these cup out, just leave them
on the bench. On my return with fresh Teas, this time they were ready to
drink. As I handed Master his cup, he could smell the stink of my wet
nappy. So I was made go stand over at the door, but facing them with head
bowed and hands at my side. I just had to stay like that till they
decided to get up to go and shower. As they went past me Master lifted my
nighty, so they could feel how wet I was. Which caused them to laugh
about my child like behaviour. I could do nothing but stand there,
letting them do as they wish, but feeling very humiliated.

While my Masters showed I had to go down to prepare their breakfast,
feeling quite sad. That I wasn't going to have the pleasure of being in
there with Master and towelling him down afterwards. Or even now helping
him dress. Once they were finished, I was summoned to bathroom my Master
yelling out. "You faggot BITCH! Get up here Now!" on my arrival Master
informed me I was to be clean inside and out. So had to then strip naked,
that meant taking off the soaking wet nappy in front of Sir as well.
Again he made remarks about only babies wetting there nappies. Again I
could feel my face going beet red with embarrassment. Now stripped, nappy
and plastics in the bucket to wash later. It was now on the floor face up
for me on a wet towel, that one of my Masters had just used. Holding my
legs back as far as possible to give easy passage to my butt hole. I
could only watch as Master came, smeared some grease on my hole, before
inserting the long nozzle connected to the rubber tube attached to a
large enema bag. In no time I could feel warm water entering and
inflating my bowels, as he squeezed the bulb forcing all of the liquid
into me. My stomach felt and looked like a pregnant woman once the
contents was emptied into me. I just had to lie flat on the floor, with a
stern warning not to let any seep out. As I lay I began getting cramp
down below which forced me to moan in agony, I begged to Master to let me
discharge it. He didn't hear me. The more I tried not to loss any, the
greater the cramps became. My moaning continued bringing Master down to
massage over my stomach, which was of no help to my situation. Realizing
I couldn't go much longer Master helped me up and onto the toilet. The
pain of the cramp was such, that I now had great trouble trying to empty
my bowels. Suddenly, trickle after trickle, relief came as the dirty
smelly mess started cascading from my rear hole. The cramp pains were
decreasing and I was able at last force out all that shity mess with a
thunderous and smelly discharge. All the while I was being watched over,
with remarks being made about how I seem to enjoy having an enema. Like
it does wearing its wet nappies all this adding to my humiliation. Now
empty I wiped myself clean. Only to be told to lie down again, but this
time on my stomach. The procedure was repeated only with cold water this
time. Then it was up on all fours and to have my stomach smacked as they
laughed at how it wobbled about. It did seem easier to hold the water in
this way up. But the cramps still came strong before I was allowed to
empty myself out again. With very little smell this time.

By now the bath water in which my Masters had showered had gone quite
cold. So Master relented and added some more hot water, just warming it
up a little. Master also informed me, that I should like my bath because
they have both pissed in it for me. After I had finished bathing, shaving
wherever was in need of it, cleaning my teeth. I went back to my room,
only to find Master hadn't put anything out for me to wear. Having his
lover here must of taken pride of place to my dressing. I didn't want to
suffer the wroth of Master my deciding myself what I should wear. So put
on my nighty and went down to ask Master in the now normal way for
permission to speak. Once that was granted and I asked what I`m to wear.
I was informed, "what you have on is good enough for you to do your work
in today. But bring me the ring, I think you should wear that also."
Master said.

With a look of sadness on my face, I returned carrying the ring and
spray.

Only to have my face slapped hard a few times, then spat on for
displaying such a look. Master knew why I was looking sad as he told me,
I'll wear the ring whenever he wants it on me. That I'm nothing but a
slave who'll do what it's told without showing any hint of displeasure.
If it gives Master pleasure to see me wearing the ring or any other item
he wants on me. I'll just wear it, knowing it's making Master happy
having me this way. I just stood there, raised up my nighty to be sprayed
then ringed. Firstly Master inspected to see for any missed hairs after
the shaving. Fortunately all was fine. All the while Sir was sitting at
the table watching with a big smirk on this face. Possible thinking, the
Sissy boy he knew from collage is now being degraded in this humiliating
way. But I now didn't care what he or anyone thought, I'm only Masters
slave, that's all I that matters to me. Now ringed, I was pushed over
towards Sir, so he could have a closer look at my attachment. I just had
to stand hands at my side, as Sir proceeded to lift my nighty to inspect
how my clit is restrained. I had to hold the nighty then, so he could
have a real good look and feel of my clit and the sac below. By the look
on his face you could tell he was really enjoying pulling back and forth
on my skin. His hands were cold, but so soft, that I was beginning to get
aroused. I closed my eyes thinking how nice this felt. Even the pain
coming as my clit fought against the ring didn't deter how I was
beginning to feel. A hand went under encasing my jewels lightly massaging
them. All of a sudden I realized it was to good to be true. Yes! That
hand that was feeling so gentle without warning. Just squeezed my sac
hard causing me to SCREAM!! out in agonizing pain. My eyes quickly opened
and watered, the pleasant thoughts I was having quickly evaporated. My
body felt vulnerable, my legs were starting to tremble, my hands opened
wide in fear, coursing the nighty to drop over Sir's arms.

"Didn't I tell you to hold that nighty up?" he asked in a stern voice.

"Oh yes Sir, I couldn't help dropping it, Sir." my voice still quivering

as I looked towards my Master. Who was talking to Sir about the fun they
were going to have today with this `thing' referring to me. I took hold
of the nighty again, pulling it back up to expose myself again to Sir.
But now told to just turn around, lift up the back of the nighty, open my
legs wide and bend over as far as I can. Nervously I obeyed wondering
what is going to happen. Then realizing not long before I'd been cleaned
out up there. Is this where and how I'm to lose my virginity. My cheeks
were parted giving a greater view of my cherry, as they talked about how
I'm still a virgin and wondering why no one has taken it from me. I was
just left in that precession as they talked about my feeble body, about
the lack of colour in it. I was beginning to feel fear listening to their
conversation and laughter.

Once they had finished degrading me verbally, they both spat on my hole
before letting me stand again. I was sent to kneel facing away from them
as they finished their breakfast. All this time I could feel the wetness
of their spittle trickling down my thighs. I must say, I liked the feel
of it, but wished it was something else. As they finished their
breakfast, I now had two plates to lick clean before being sent out to my
bowl of mush. As I got down to it, I noticed the bread had been mixed up
with some of the tea that my Masters didn't have earlier. The remaining
tea was in my other bowl for drinking later. My list of chores for the
day sat on the table. As I read I noticed there was nothing after getting
their lunch. I didn't quite know what to think of that, until time came
to get their lunch. When I was told I could have a drink from my bowl.
Then go to my room and I'd find some clothes on the bed for me to wear.
I was to change my nail polish, and put some make up on.

Waiting there for me was this beautiful deep red satin with black lace
trimmed bra, panties, camisole. To my surprise I was going to wear a
suspender belt with a pair of fine black stockings. But missing is
anything to wear on my little clit this time. After I changed my nail
polish to a vixen shade [which is a real deep red] I did my make up. I
looked at myself in the mirror, and must say I looked very pretty and
feminine and felt the same also. Just wished this ring wasn't
controlling my feelings down below. For my comfort I left my room, made
my way daintily down the stairs to my Masters waiting in the lounge.
Noticing he was alone, I stood waiting for some comment about the way I
looked, but none came in that regards. But I was asked why I hadn't
curtsied, if I want to dress and look like a Bitch. I'll have to learn
to act like one and Bitches curtsy to their Masters. "So Do It Bitch!!"
not expecting that sort of remark, I nervously attempted to do a curtsy
to him. Never done this before, my effort left much to be worked on
later. As Master said, there are ways to train Sluts to do things right.

As I stood, Master pulled my panties down, pleasing me as he removed this
tortuous ring from my clit.

"Does that feel better," he asked.

"Oh yes, Thank you so much Master," I said with much relief.

Without another word, I was led down and through the doorway past the
inside entrance of the garage. Then to stop at a door a little further
down, on the opposite side of the hallway. This is the door to the room
I'd been told about on my first visit to the house. I could only look up
fearfully to Master, realizing the room I was being taken into. What I
thought it contained. I stood with apprehension while he took the keys
from his pocket and placed it in the lock. Master looked to me, asking if
I was alright. I told him I felt a little nervous about where I could be
going. The door was unlocked and opened, at the same time, ordered me to
get in there. Going through the first door, I realised where we were
headed. But as Master opened this last door and ordered me in. I all of a
sudden felt very hesitant of where I was heading, my mouth got dry, my
hands became sweaty, my stomach started to turn. As I stood knowing what
lay ahead of me, Master put his hand on my shoulder in a comforting way
saying.

"Don't be affrayed, you're only a slave now." his hand then guided me
in.

I entered, finding I had to walk down a dimly lit wooden stairway of
about 12 steps. At the bottom of the stairs Master parted two full length
heavy black drapes for me to walk through. The first thing to hit me was
a smell of stale urine, I wonder how long ago that happened. The room was
lit by one central light over a frightening looking table. Something like
you might of seen in an operating theatre a some years ago. Leather
straps hanging from it, either end could be raised or lowered, metal tube
like things, that things can be locked into. Standing over at a bench I
noticed Sir wearing only a pair of black trousers and shoes. I guess in
its earlier life this would of been some ones decent size wine cellar.
But as I looked around wide eyed, it's far from any wine cellar now. Yes
I was standing in a dungeon for want of a better word. But Master calls
it a `Training or Playroom'. Hanging on the wall were quite a few
straps, canes, cat'n'nines. Even a long looking horse whip. Shit, I
hope that isn't used on me, I thought as I felt its end. At this time I
couldn't take in all that was in there. But what I saw and the over view
was scarey, but also exciting in a way. Knowing how I want to be treated
and punished. I noticed in the far corner a steel grill cage about 75m/m
wide and high and about a metre and a bit long. The floor of it was a
steel tray like. Sitting next to it was a toilet seat on this low clear
perspex box. Maybe that's were the smell is coming from, I guess. As I
continued looking around, under the stairway was a couple of draws.
Between that and a cupboard was another small cell set in under the
steps. Not much bigger than the cage on the floor over all, but just had
a thick steel mesh door. Hanging from the ceiling towards the far wall
was a black leather sling or harness, with steel rings attached to it.
Surveying it all, suddenly made me very nervous, my whole body started to
shake. There were things I'd never seen before, other things I'd seen
when Master took me to have my ring fitted. I couldn't help but ask
Master to please hold me, as I took hold of his hand. He did, then pulled
me close to him with an arm around comforting me. Knowing some of the
things I saw looked frightening. I asked Master if that was all to be
used on me. I was pleased when he said no, not all. Other Masters use the
room to punish their slaves or someone whose needs are to just be tied up
and punished. At this stage of my life I didn't know much about S&M. Or
even that others really thought and wanted the same as I do. All I knew
was, I wanted to be dominated, kept under strict control and punished.
Yes, as a feminized slave. [I don't know if that makes sense to you, but
it really did to me]

After a couple of minutes I was again quite at easy. Master also noticed
that as he asked if I was ready for my next step into my life as his
slave.

"Yes Master I am, I just couldn't help it seeing all this gear so
suddenly was a little scary. But I know this is what I am, what I need,"
I told him.

I was then asked if I remembered my safe word?

"Yes it's `Red rose' Master."

"Good now if you have to use it don't feel you've failed or be ashamed
about it," he told me.

All of a sudden I got pushed over to a chair with some ropes sitting on a
table next to it. Master pushed me down onto it, I was pulled right back
by Sir who was standing behind it. He took a rope wrapped it a few times
around my chest tying me firmly to the chair. Each arm had the same
treatment, followed by a wide belt around my waist holding me firmly to
the back of the chair. My legs were now the only thing I could move.

"This won't hurt if you don't move." Master informed me taking a bit of
cottonwool with detergent on it. My right earlobe got wiped, Sir held my
head firmly to one side, then something was held behind it. I then felt a
needle being forced through into what was being held behind. I couldn't
help letting out a sharp cry why the needle was finding its way through.
It felt like minutes, but was only seconds I guess before it was pulled
through. Then followed by a stud being set in there. Without a word, my
head was just pulled to the other side. For the procedure to be repeated
on the other ear. With being so restrained and the shape pain of it, my
body started to sweat, even the palms of my hands as I clinched them
tight. Before the ropes were removed they felt around the centre lobe of
my nostril. Talking about putting a large ring through there to pull me
around by. Like another slave has got. Thankfully that wasn't to be done
now. I got told the rings will stay in there for at least two weeks and
to turn them each day.

Standing now before Master, I had to repeat my plea to be used as his
slave. To be treated as he wished to treat me. That I have no rights,
I'm now nothing, I own nothing, I'm just a feminized slave. I felt a
little nervous and embarrassed repeating these words. Knowing Sir was
also listening to me giving myself up as a person. To now be just a bit
of Masters property, something to just be used. Yes, a slave. But knew
this is all I wanted to be, a submissive controlled sissy-boy. To be
dressed as a girl, made work and be punished for my Masters pleasure.
After I even felt happy, that Sir was here to witness me say it. With
that, Master took a 40m/m wide black leather studded collar placed it
around my neck and buckled it closed. Without Master saying a word, I
knew this was to ratify my statist as his slave, his property. I looked
up to Master with a smile just to show that I'm happy to be his sissy
slave. Before getting down to kiss his feet and thank him for making me
what I now am. As I got back up, I had to turn to face Sir. Who proceeded
to strip me of all I wore, except my new collar. I was disrobed in a very
suggestive manner, his hands caressing gently over each item as it was
being removed. I would be asked what I was, am I a girl or a boy. I
didn't quite know what to say. Because Master has told me I'm not a
real boy, as real boys don't want to wear girls clothes. Yet I didn't
want to say I'm a girl, as I don't want to be a real girl. After a
little prompting, I knew I had to answer. So softly I said, I'm nothing
but just a sissy, Sir. With that Master told me to say it out loud, tell
us what you are again, he said.

"I'm just a sissy, Master," I said loudly and to Sirs amusement. As he
took hold of my clit, vice like between two fingers, squeezing and
twisting it coursing me to whine and squeal, as he pulled on me. That
brought laughter from them both, as Sir said in a mocking way. "Oh, I'm
just a little sissy and I don't like having my clity pulled."

At the same time Master was over picking out a strap or something I knew
was to be used on me. I stood watching as Sir lowered a pulley from
above, before having me stand under it. Leather wrist straps connected to
the ropes were fastened on my wrists. I looked nervously as it began
raising my arms above my head. While this was going back up, Master was
now down fastening each ankle to a ring about a half metre apart. My
whole body was now at their mercy as I felt the pulling of each arm. My
feet were just flat on the floor and that's all. I had very little
movement without causing pain. My lowered head was lifted up by Master,
as he held a short handle in one hand playing the other end of about 6 or
8 lengths of narrow leather straps of a good half a metre long through
his hand. Telling me, I'm about to get just what I deserve and learn to
enjoy it, as it will be not be the last time. Again he asked what my safe
word was. Satisfied, my head was let drop again, as he went slowly behind
me. I felt his warm body now standing right at my back, his hands came
around touching me everywhere gently, over my nipples, down caressing my
stomach, a finger circled my bellybutton. I could feel his warm breath on
my neck, as a hand wondered down to fonder my balls and clit. Which my
now had stood firmly before me. My eyes were closed as I savoured the
moment of his soft touch. All to soon that gentleness turned into taking
and squeeze tightly on each nipple. Causing me to again let out a deep
long whine. Releasing his grip, his hands slowly caressed there way back
under my touchy up stretched arms. Causing me to try and wiggle away, but
was so imprisoned that I was unable to move. Seeing my predicament,
Master asked, "did I want to go somewhere."

"No Master, I'm just very touchy under there, Master."

"Well we'll see if there is anywhere else that you may be touchy," he
said.

I was left standing there feeling all alone, I turned my head to try and
see what my Masters were doing. When I was just told in a demanding tone.

"Don't you dare turn that head anywhere, just keep looking down at the
floor that you'll be licking clean later, you bit of shit!" Master
yelled.

I had no option but to obey. Then without any sort of warning the first
of many strokes of the `cat' landed firmly across my back. I'll never
forget those first few strokes. As I just twisted my body as much as I
could, throw my head back crying out, Oh!.... Yes!! Before dropping my
head again and closing my eyes, ready for the next painful blow to make
its mark. As it did very quickly. Each of the first blows I felt left
there mark, ready for the later ones to home in on, as they did. It
wasn't long either before my cries of excitement [if you can call it
that] soon became moans of agony, as each stroke seemed to cut in over
the other.

With a short brake, after I don't really no how many lashes. Sir came in
front of me, lifting my head to see my watery eyes, but not crying eyes.
I could tell as my blurry eyes looked at him, that he was enjoying
watching the assault on my sissy-boy body. I was shown a couple of
clamps, as he squeezed them open and closed in front of me. Then went to
each nipple closing one on each, causing me to moan and body to tremble
under there pressure. But he wasn't finished, I watched as he took a
long thin leather thong. Pulling down on my ball sac before trying this
thong around it then hung a couple of weights to it. As he let it drop,
the swinging and weight brought more pain to my ever increasing painful
body. looking at me he asked, "how does that feel slag."

"They hurt Sir," was all I could painfully say.

As he swung on the weights, Master flicked on each nipple clamp. My body
was just twitching around uncontrollable not able to go anywhere from
this attack. All the time being told to stand still. I couldn't, I said
I can't Master. That just caused Master to grab a hand full of my hair,
pulling my head back to say. "We thought you would like having your
nipples and balls played with. You seem to enjoy playing with them
yourself." My head was then pushed forward again, as they laughed over my
predicament.

Sir remained in front of me watching, as Master restarted his onslaught
over my sore burning back. Each stroke now had my head jerking backwards,
closing my eyes with each muffled moan. I didn't realize it, till it was
to late. I began to wet myself, I felt it run down my leg onto the floor
till I was standing in it. Knowing what I'd done and hearing there
remarks about, how I would be cleaning it up. Made me start to cry, as I
also tried to say I'm sorry I could help it, I didn't even know it was
happening. Nothing more was said about it, but I was left standing in it
for the remains of my punishment session. I just screamed out as the next
lash struck, then another land quickly over the one before. Again I
screamed out, as it seemed to land even harder. With me now screaming
out, Sir took a blue scarf from a draw, rolled it up from opposite
corners, tried a knot in the centre. "Now open your mouth bitch," he said
then pushed it in. Handing the ends to Master who tried it firmly behind
my head. I was now gagged, any noise from me was surly muffled. Master
again asked what my safe word was. I was able to let him know in a
muffled tearful voice, that it was `Red Rose'.

After a few stinging blows of the `cat' under each armpit, it was put
aside. Only to be replaced by the paddle across my backside, between the
thighs. My crying and muffled screams continued. As I was feeling its
burning reminder of the first time I was punished with this same object.
I could also feel my clit was beginning to twitch again. It seemed no
time till it was standing proudly before me again. Sir told Master how I
must enjoy being punished, as it gives it an erection. With that Master
told Sir that it must be a bloody kinky faggot. Because it loved licking
my two day old dirty underpants that I'd also slept in. How I also got
that turned on, having him work me off with his soiled handkerchief. You
see the way it loves to be licking my feet. Now a good whipping and it's
standing up again.

"Can't wait to see what else will do this to it." He said as they both
talked about things they want to do to me. Just hearing them saying those
things, was making me jerk in anticipation. I cried out again, as I felt
the paddle then leaving its marks under my arms, down my sides. At the
same time Sir removed and undid the thong around my ball sac. Which was a
painful exercise, but let blood flow freely down there again. Next thing
he told me, this is going to hurt a little. Taking hold of each nipple
clamp, he just looked at me. Suddenly, squeezed them open and pulled then
off. I think that caused greater pain than the flogging I'd just been
given from Master. As I just throw my head back crying and screaming out
loud the best I could, through my gagged mouth. Twisting and pulling
against all my restrains. I could feel my eyes now burning as the tears
rolled out down my cheeks. My nose was also running, my face must of
looked a real mess. So much for my make up. Yet with it all, I still had
a full blown erection. I felt Masters hands come from behind to cup each
breast, squeezing in a gentle massaging way. I think to help the blood
flow back, as I did feel relief from it. I put my head back, with hope of
just touching Master and yes I did. To my surprise, he asked if I was
feeling better now. Still being gagged and sobbing, I could only nod to
say yes I do, Thank you Master.

His hands then proceeded to work there way down caressing my front as
they went. I let out a welcoming moan, as I felt his hand encase my hot
throbbing clit. With his gentle touch, I felt my clit stand like a rod of
hot Iron.

"I think you could do with a little relief right now, don't you," he
said.

Again I could only nod my head as I tried to look at Master to say
`Please'

"No don't look at me, just keep looking down at the floor," I was told.

Looking down I noticed his hand take a firmer grip of my rampant
pulsating clit. He then jerked me hard and fast. Trying as I did, I
couldn't keep looking down. As the agonizing assault on my throbbing
meat was causing my head to go in all directions. I could feel my
foreskin going up over its swollen gland head, then being pulled straight
back down. It felt like he was trying to rip my skin right off. Moaning,
whimpering through my gag with all the pain. I knew I wasn't far from
spilling a load from my sissy clit. My body started twitching, jerking
back and forth, I was pulling against the restraints, in all causing me
more pain as I did so. Then it happened, I tensed up, I jerking
violently, my body just seemed to convolutes. I tried the best I could to
cry out "UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM, FUUCCCKKK I'M GOING TO CUUUUMMMMMMMM!! GOD
I'M COOMMMIIINNNGGGGG, " as I began shooting my juice. But I knew it
couldn't be heard. At the same time, with the beautiful feelings I was
having. All the pain I was enduring seemed to disappear from my thrashed
body. I felt like I was in heaven. Not a slave in a dungeon being
whipped, as part of its training. Master was behind me, holding me firmly
by one hand, as the other remained working my clit. While my sissy juice
jettisoned from me, volley after volley it shot forth. I then noticed
through my blurry eyes, Sirs hand right there to catch it all, as it came
out. Master continued holding me and massaging gently now till the last
drop dribbled free. Completely spent I just fell against the restraints.
They were all that kept me from falling to the floor. I felt so weak and
exhausted now, sweat running from every part of my body. Master undid and
removed the soggy gag as more sliver ran from my mouth. I couldn't help
it, my mouth was so full, I tried to swallow but couldn't take it all
down so quickly. I looked to Master, but he must of known I didn't mean
to made a mess. He just held my head as I fell forward. Telling me to now
lick up all sissy juice from Sirs hand. Show him how a pansy enjoys its
own spillage. Sir put his juice filled hand up towards my mouth. As I
leaned forward to lick it all off like my life depended upon it.

As each ankle was released and my feet could come together again. I still
had no strength to just stand without help. With the lowering now of the
pulley, all I could do was flop onto the floor. To finish up lying
prostate over my spilt urine. I lay there eyes closed, exhausted. I felt
each wrist being released from its bonds that held me up so secure just
moments before. Masters hand stroked tenderly over my head as he asked
how I was feeling. Seeing me lying here like this, must of been nothing
new to Master. I was to find out later, as other submissive's have
fallen the same way.

"Very sore Master, my legs just feel a little weak at the moment," was
all I could say, I just wanted to rest a little. Master turned me over,
resting my head against his leg. Softly telling me to open my mouth, as
he held a small glass of water to my lips. I sipped slowly on it looking
up to Master, I gave him a small weak smile. Somehow I didn't seem to
have the strength to speak. Once I'd finished the water my Masters
lifted me up and lay me face down on this cold cream coloured vinyl
covered table. Seeing all those straps hanging from it earlier. I thought
I was in for some more discipline. I let my arms just fall to the sides,
waiting for them to be pulled up and restrained into those straps. But
no, they were let lie there as Master wiped something over my batted
rear. It felt so good as it took some of the burning away, for a short
time anyway.

I would of been quite happy to just lie there to let my body recover. But
Master had other ideas, as I was pulled of the table to stand easily now.
His hand went under my chin, lifting my head to face my Master. Showing
no concern of how I'm feeling after the whipping I've just received.
Instead I was told how this room is filthy and smells of piss. That I
have to have everything sparking clean, the floor washed and smelling
clean before I'll be allowed out. With that Master just spat in my face,
grabbed me my the hair turning me to face Sir. Who I had to ask, if he
would like to also spit on me also. Which he took great delight in doing,
making me open my mouth as they both then spat into it. I felt so
degraded now having them both filling my mouth this way. But it seemed to
humour them, as they laughed about it and made a contest of it. Seeing
who could get there spit straight into my mouth. As I stood in front of
them with my mouth open, waiting.

Once they had finished there spitting game with me and Master making a
point in saying. How I love having my mouth used for his waste. I knew he
was referring to using it as his urinal the other day. I had to put my
bra back on, which didn't feel to nice over my still tender titties and
back. Now it was stand in front of Master, to have a small chain attached
around the base of my clit. Then a weight hung on it, fortunately it
wasn't as heavy as during my punishment.

"Now slag you can stay like this while you do your cleaning. Don't
forget, it's on your hands and knees to wash the floor." I was informed.

With that I was sent of to get the cleaning gear I needed, plus take my
underwear to my room. Going up stairs I thought how different I felt
earlier coming down made up and feeling so very feminine. Not realizing
what I was walking so daintily down to be getting.

As I was doing my cleaning, it gave me a good chance to look at
everything. Thinking of how some of it is to be used. Even just handling
some items started to get me excited. Like the black rubber pump up
dildo, the different size leather straps. Yes I know I was still sore,
but the thought of still being punished with these excited me. That I
just had to kiss then saying I hope I can feel you soon. Hanging in the
cupboard under the stairs, were two full length black hooded capes. Also
a pair of black latex rubber pants. Plus a straight jacket, which looked
like it had a lot of use. I was also quite intrigued as I looked at the
perspex box in the corner with the toilet seat on it. But in a few days
time I was to find out its true purpose. As I went to inspect the cage, I
noticed a strong smell of urine and the tray looked a little strange in
colour. All I could think of was they must of had someone here last
weekend while I was kept drugged in bed.

So as well as my own piss to clean up, there is now someone else's also.
That made me wonder if it was a sissy like me, or how old it would of
been. Was it kept in this cage for very long. At least these thoughts
took my mind away from the mess I was cleaning up.

It was a very painful experience, being down on hands and knees washing
the floor. The pain of my whipped back along with the weight hanging now
heavily at the base of my clit pushing down also on my ball sac. No
matter what I tried, I couldn't seem to relieve myself from the pressure
it was forcing on me. Thereby it seemed to prolong the time it took to
wash the floor in a way that would satisfy Master. I was so pleased once
I had washed that last corner of floor. I could stand again, stretch my
legs, arms, letting the blood flow again the way it should. Yes all
looked clean now, even if it smells mainly of disinfectant at least
that's better than the smell of stale urine. When Masters came to
inspect, they were also satisfied with my effort. Saying I have to keep
it clean like this all the time from now on. I wonder who had cleaned it
before I arrived, was there another slave that had to do it. These things
I'll properly never find out.

I had lost track of all time since being in the `training room'. That
when I had finished the day had well moved on to early evening. Before
being sent to put my underwear back on, plus the pretty pinafore that was
waiting for me. Master removed that dreaded weight and chain, which gave
me great relief at last. Masters had got their own dinner ready, plus
there was some food in my bowl waiting for me. But before I started
eating Master informed me, I'm to squat and use my fingers to eat with.
This again gave them great amusement as they sat watching the mess I was
making of it. I don't know which way is the hardest way to eat, from my
bowl like an animal or squatting using ones fingers. I still made a big
mess of myself and dog roll still tasted like dog roll, even with mashed
up vegies.

Before being put to bed for the night, it was down on my knees to thank
Master for the punishment I had received. For having him pierce my ears.
I also had to thank Sir for helping Master punish me. Then I had to ask
him if he would like to bed again. I dreaded that after last nights
humiliation of being told constantly that I'm just a baby. Yes I knew he
would be keen to do it, as he said with a big grin over his face. The
thing is also I've been wanting to use the bathroom, but haven't been
allowed so far. So on the way up to my room I asked Sir if I could go
clean my teeth. As that was OK. With him, I thought I'd use the toilet
at the same time. I went into the bathroom closing the door behind me. OH
SHIT!! as I heard Master just yell out at me.

"What the FUCK are you doing, you dumb Bitch!!" as the door was just
pushed open. Before I had a chance to even turn around.

"I'm sorry Master I forgot," was all I could think to say. But knowing I
didn't forget, I was just hoping I could get a quick piss in before bed.

"You didn't forget. You know you're not allowed to close a door behind
you. Why would a slave want privacy?" he asked in a stern voice.

Nervously I stood, hanging my head, not knowing what to say.

"I asked you a question!!" he again yelled at me, while raising my head
high with his two fingers firmly under my chin.

I could feel my eyes starting to water up in fear, as I didn't know how
to answer. In fear of another whipping so soon, on a body that is still
feeling the pain. No longer could I hold back as the tears just rolled
from my eyes as I cried. I could only fall to my knees begging Masters
forgiveness for the wrong I've done. Begging him not to whip me again so
soon, trying to say my body just couldn't take it right now. As I was
down licking at his feet grovelling, begging for mercy. I just lost
control of my bladder, right there on the bathroom floor I started
urinating. The second time today I've humiliated myself this way. That I
knew would not help my situation in any way. Still crying, I just
collapsed into the wet mess I had made. Feeling humiliated and
embarrassed, as Master and Sir just stood over me looking. Then to hear
Sir say, I knew it was just a baby, we'll have to keep it that way now.

I lay in my cold wet panties, camisole and stockinged legs. My mind was
still too engrossed in my degrading exhibition, to think of what
punishment I would be getting for this disaster. When Master got down,
patted me on the head saying. You better get this cleaned up, now. Then
he and Sir left me to it, only to return a short time later with nappy
and plastic panties in hand. They both stood and watched as I finished
cleaning the floor. As I looked up to Master, he just asked, "Who gave
you permission to remove your clothes?"

"No body Master, I just thought they were to be cleaned also. I was going
to do that once I'd finished the floor."

"Well I have other ideas, you wet them, you can now stay in them. So! put
your panties and camisole back on," Master ordered.

Taking them from the bath, I was about to put on colder and wetter
underwear than I'd removed. As I'd mopped up most of the mess with them
and just throw into the bath ready for washing. Once I'd put my panties
on, Master lay the nappy down ordering me to now lie on it. Yes, I was to
wear the wet panties to bed under my nappy and plastic panties. Now I had
to take up the cold very wet camisole and put that on also. Master must
of read my mind as he said, "no you're not going to bed in it." And no I
didn't. A leash was attached to my collar before I was lead down stairs
again for what I thought was going to be another whipping. Fortunately it
wasn't, I noticed the cage had been pulled out, the door was open. There
was a canvas cover on the floor of it. I knew not to say anything, I just
looked to Master, then to Sir knowing what this meant.

"You want to perform like an animal, well you can now be caged like one
also," Master informed me while removing the leash and collar.

I asked if I could please keep the collar on. But no, he won't have me
sleep in it. Leather straps were attached to each wrist before Master
just pushed me down to a kneeling position. I knelt with head bowled, as
Master informed me that I'll be spending the night in the cage and to
get used to it. As from now on any misbehaviour this is were I'll be
kept.

I tried to plead the best I could with Master not to put me in there.
Saying how I couldn't help what happened in the bathroom. As my bladder
was just so full. He didn't want to hear as he told me to just `shut my
Fucken sissy mouth'. I knelt in silence not knowing what else I could
do.

"Kiss your Masters feet scum, then get that pansy body in were it
belongs,"

I got right down kissing at his beautiful feet, staying even longer
kissing, licking at them. Hoping in this time Master may relent on caging
me. Once my head was pushed away, I knew my time was up. I just lay were
I'd been pushed, I didn't want to put myself in that cage. Without
warning my Masters just took hold of my body pushing it in, as I cried
and screamed out pleading not to do this to me. "Please, please Master
No! don't keep me in here." I kept saying as the door was closed behind
me, then I heard the padlock click shut. I felt worse than an animal at
the Zoo, the way I was, was the way I would have to stay. I was looking
through steel bars, I couldn't even kneel up, straighten my legs. On all
fours I was and that was how I'd have to stay. Yes I could lie curled up
on my side, as I would find out later I could also turn around. But for
now I just remained on all fours, tears dripping from my eyes onto the
canvas covered floor. Master and Sir stood remarking how at home I looked
in here, in its own special training room. It wanted the door closed
behind it, now it's crying because the is doors closed behind it. Being
so confined I couldn't even look at them, till Master came squatting
before me with a chain in hand.

"Now give me your wrist," he ordered.

Passively, I raised my left arm to him, knowing that chain is about to be
attached to my wrist strap. Then the right wrist was wanted for
restraining. In the position I was kneeling, my arms now taken from me.
Coursed me to then fall to my final resting place for the night. As I lay
looking to Master, he pulled at the chains saying. "How safe I was now,
that my little hands wouldn't be able to do naughty things. I can just
lie and savour the smell of my little accident."

As Master stood up, I was shocked. As I was all of a sudden in total
darkness, when a large thick cover fell over the whole cage. I panicked,
crying and calling for Master. "Please! what are you going to do to me,"
I kept asking with the fear of something worse to come for my
misbehaviour. To add to the pain my body was already suffering. Master
realised I was panicking badly, not feeling to secure when he raised the
cover to reaffirm nothing is going to happen to me. The cover is just to
keep me warm over night. I felt better then, as I thanked him for that.
His hand came between the bars and whipped the tears from my eyes, before
he stood and again I was back in total darkness. I was OK. this time
knowing nothing is to happen. I lay trying to find some way to get
comfortable, without adding to the soreness of my back, as I heard my
Masters leaving the room. There must of been a bit of light shining as,
all of a sudden it got darker, the room light was turned off. Followed by
the sound of the door closing. I'm now all alone lying uncomfortably in
this cage, wearing only wet and smelly camisole and panties under a
nappy. Which I guess by morning will also be very wet.

I don't know how, but I seemed to drift of to sleep in no time. Next
thing I was waking up, still not knowing what time it was in this
darkness. With the cover over my cage it had got rather hot, the smell of
urine had become quite strong with the heat build up. Trying the best I
could, I was unable to lift that cover to let a little fresh air in.
Resolute in the situation I would just have to lie here and wait for
Master to release me. I tried the best I could to move around, but my
restrains kept control of how I could move. I would lie back thinking of
my situation, of my punishment yesterday. Knowing that was just the first
of many more and possible worse to come. The hard way Master milked me,
so different to the previous times. But I wasn't a proper slave then,
god all this thinking is making me hard again. I turned to lie the best I
could with my clit under me, trying to rub it with the thoughts of being
punished again. Having others seeing me and treating me just as the pansy
slave I am. Wearing my pretty underwear, make up and ribbon tied in a big
bow in my hear. I got so hard yet I couldn't rub myself I couldn't
touch myself either. I started whimpering in frustration, I took my
already sore nipples between my forefingers and thumbs squeezing on them.

That wasn't much help, it gave me more pain but no sexual relief because
of it. I felt at my new ear studs, thinking of lovely ear rings I'd seen
and would like to wear. Hoping Master will let me buy ones I like. Then I
thought of them saying about a ring through my nose. That frightened me a
little, as I've seen punks with them and could never imaging myself to
look like that. OK. I'll be wearing a collar but that is different, I'm
a slave. All these thoughts I was having at times also drifting off to
sleep again.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, it was my Masters. The cover
came off the cage, the heat buildup just disappeared as I was hit with
the cold air. But at least the strong smell of urine also drifted out. I
could see my bowl on the floor as Master got down to release my wrists
and asking.

"Did my Pansy have a good comfortable sleep."

"I kept waking up sore and uncomfortable, Master," I said kneeling now
the best I could.

"Well this is what happens to disobedient slaves, So think about it. Now
here's your breakfast, feed yourself through the bars," Master told me.

They stood and watched me for a while finger feeding myself. Then saying
they'll be back soon to let me out.

I'd lost all track of time, but it seemed a good half hour before Sir
returned and unlocked my cage. With a little effort I found I was able to
turn around to crawl out. Not knowing whether I was allowed to stand or
not. I just knelt there looking up to Sir.

"Kiss my feet Bitch," he said pointing to them.

They smelt and tasted clean as I kissed them as I do Masters, which
satisfied him. I was then told to get up as he started to walk towards
the stair. I just stood and asked Sir if I could have my collar put on me
first, please. A blunt "NO! Not yet," Was his answer. I followed uneasily
and painfully behind, up the stairs out of the `training room' and
finishing at the bathroom. Master had run me a nice warm bath. It looked
so inviting, as I was feeling so very dirty, smelly and hoped it would
help relieve some of the soreness. It was just so nice to be able to take
of these wet smelly clothes I've had to stay in. As I got in the bath
the warmth made my body sting. I could feel each of the stroke marks as I
lay myself down. Master offered to wash my back for me. That felt just so
good, he was very gentle and just the thought of having his caring hands
on me, cleaning me as I leaned forward.

Once I'd finished my bath cleaning my teeth at last. I had my collar put
back on, then sent to get dressed just in my pretty underwear and
pinafore.

That's how I'd stay for the rest of the day. I noticed on the clock it
was now almost 11am. So the rest of my day would be busy doing all I had
to get down. After I had got Masters lunch I was sent to put my make up
on. As Sir wanted to see me looking pretty before he had to leave. When
that time did arrive not to long after. I had to kneel and thank him for
helping Master discipline me. Also to apologize for the bad display I put
on the night he arrived and promised it would never happen again. Which I
know it wouldn't as I'm now quite happy for any of Masters friends to
see me as a slave.

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The next chapter will be early New Year. So to all that read this hope
you have a Happy Christmas and New Year. Matthew.