Date: Thu, 12 May 2005 15:15:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: A new Life for Timothy, ch 8  Transgender Authoritarian

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on a great part of my life as a
submissive Sissy-boy. All names or places are of no living person
connected to my life. If you don't like male on male sexual activities
or under 18yr old. Please leave. But if choose to read on I hope you
enjoy it. It is of a young Sissy males transgression into becoming a
Slave boy with cross dressing to enforce his Sissy self. I do hope
you'll read and send any comments to Matthew at femboynz@yahoo.com

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For those who have been reading my story. I sorry for the delay in this
chapter. It's amazing how work can take up so much of your time. Keeping
you from doing other things like writing the next chapter.

A new life for Timothy.

Chapter 8

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Master then took Sir to the station to catch his train back to Luton. As
they were leaving, Sir firmly squeezed on my nipples, causing me to
squeal and twitch about. With a big smile on their faces because of my
agony. Sir told me how he was looking forward to seeing this little pansy
again next weekend. "Won't that be nice for you?" he asked imitating my
feminie voice.

"Oh yes Sir, I'm looking forward to seeing you again also Sir," I knew
to say quickly or take Masters wroth on his return. I must say I didn't
mind seeing Sir again now, and having him also controlling me.

While Master was gone I had to make his bed and clean the room, then have
his meal ready on his return. I decided to prepare the meal first, so
when Master arrived home it would be all but ready for him.

On entering Masters bedroom there was that distinct sexual odour of male
body. My mind ran wild thinking of what must of been happening in that
bed over night. While I was restrained like an animal in my cage. I
walked over and knelt beside the bed resting my head on it, taking in
that beautiful male aroma, working my hands between the sheets. Just to
feel were my Masters bodies had been lying. I could all but feel their
warmth still, as my mind wondered, coursing a stirring under my panties.
I wanted to just touch it, but somehow I now knew better. Or was it that
I could still feel the marks of yesterdays session in the `Training'
room holding me back, I guess so.

As I somehow got myself up from the bed and went about cleaning the room.
Going to the other side of the bed, I found three used rubbers wrapped in
a small towel beside the bed. Still containing cumjuice, I wondered whose
was whose, as I smelled at each. Wishing also that one at least had been
used in my virgin sissy hole. I knelt back beside the bed, the three
rubbers still resting on the towel. Taking one at a time in my hand,
kissing it, smelling the shit that coated it. Before putting a finger in
it, then into my waiting mouth, to taste and savour there love juice.
They were all now cold and runny, plus lost that distinctive salty taste
of newly ejected hot cum. I didn't care I was still tasting my Masters
cum, that's all that mattered to me. The only thing is, again I was
become aroused below. My willpower had all but left me, my hands weren't
the cleanest after handling the rubbers. So used my wrist over the soft
nylon panties to stroke my hot ridged clit the best I could. My eyes
stayed focussed on those three used limb rubber lying before me. For some
reason as I looked down to check on my wrist work. Damn!! Through the
pinafore I noticed a telltale wet spot from precum. Shit! I know that
will be the first thing Master will notice. Just as quickly I came back
to earth and ran to the bathroom, wiping over with a damp cloth.
Hopefully it'll be dry before Master returns, fortunately it was.

Going back to Masters room, I decided the safest thing for me would be to
dispose of those little temptations. Lifting the towel in both hands, I
carried these three bit of stretched, warn out, shit covered thin rubber
sheathes in a dignified manner down to the kitchen. Taking each one in
turn, I gently kissed and licked along its full length Before placing
them in the trash can.

Time was moving on quickly I guess. So just as quickly I went back to
Masters bedroom to finish. On looking in the mirror, I realized I better
do something about the state of my face now. After the enjoyment of those
skins my lips had all but lost there colour of red or was smeared. So a
quick touch up was called for. There was only the bed to make, but the
dilemma I faced, should I just make it up, or should I change the sheets
and pillowcases. I know if it were me, I'd want to sleep in the bed as
is, just so I could still enjoy the thoughts and smell of my lovers odour
with me for another night. I decided then to just fold the duvet down
ready to change quickly if need be, after asking Master.

I had no sooner got back to the kitchen, when Master returned and I must
say with a very happy satisfied look on his face. I couldn't help
looking and giving a small knowing smile to him.

"What's that smile for," he asked, still with a grin on his face.

"It's just because you look so happy now that you've had your lo .....
Sorry Master. I mean that Sir has been here with you," I said.

With that he came put an arm over my shoulder, pulling me a little closer
to him. Telling me, yes he was happy, but not just because his lover had
been there. But also because Sir was very pleased with the way I am, as a
sissy slave. He thinks we made a very good choice in choosing you. Then
said don't you think I look happy at other times with you.

"Oh! Yes Master but Sir is different, I'm only your slave ........." I
got that I didn't quite know what to say, encase I said the wrong thing.

"Yes I know what you mean, but you know I like you a lot also, but you
are different," he leaned towards me kissing me softly on the forehead.

"Oh! Master, thank you for that."

I reckoned this would be the best time to mention the bed and how I've
left it and why. So I went on saying, that I hadn't changed the bed. But
left the duvet turned down just encase, because I didn't know whether
he'd like to sleep in it again the same way after he and Sir had been in
it. Adding that I know my opinion doesn't count for anything. But if it
were me, I'd just love to be sleeping in it again after I'd had a lover
in there with me the night before. I'm sorry Master if I'm out of line,
I said finishing and waiting a response with my head lowered.

Yes, he was pleased I hadn't changed the sheets, but make sure you do
tomorrow I was told.

When I took his dinner into the diningroom, Master said I could squat on
the floor beside him with my bowl. A few times I was given his finger to
suck some of his dinner off. He said that's for being a good girl. For
that I was very grateful, as I'm still trying to get used to the taste
of my dog roll. Which is now the main part of my daily diet.

As I was doing the dishes, I kept thinking about what I'd done with the
condoms and feeling rather guilty. I'm only a slave and have no rights
to do anything without Masters permission. That I want him to be able to
trust me. If I say anything, I guess it'll be my body that will suffer
the pain of his displeasure. So I'll say nothing and try to be more
carful in the future. At least I've now tasted my Masters cum, so be if
it were cold, and no one but me will ever know. That was until I returned
to the lounge and had to squat between Masters legs. Again I got that
guilty feeling of betraying my Master, my Owner. So without trying to
justify to myself another reason not to say anything. I quickly asked
Masters permission to speak. Then told him I had to make a confession to
him. Just as quickly then, I was ordered to turn around to face Master. I
did keeping my head bowed knowing I couldn't look at him with this guilt
feeling in me. Grasping a fistful of my hair, Master turned my head up to
look straight at him.

"Now what is this confession all about!" he asked still firmly grasping
my hair.

I could feel my face going red and hot, my watery eyes glazing over in
fear. As I had nowhere else to look, other than at my Master. My mouth
also seemed to go dry on me as I was about to tell all.

"You've been playing with that thing between your legs haven't you. You
filth little SLUT!!" he made a point of saying.

"No Master it's not quite like that." I hesitated for a second or two,
then proceeded to tell Master all. From when I started to clean his
bedroom right till I placed the used skins into the trash can. All this
time I was nervous and shaking a little in fear of how Master might
punish me for this act. I had to keep looking to Master as he kept his
vice like grip on my hair the whole time. I wasn't crying, but could
feel the tears running down my cheeks from my watery eyes. Master didn't
say a word, but kept looking straight into eyes the whole time. Even when
I stop to take in another deep breath to continue, nothing was said. I
finished and apologised to Master, begging for his forgiveness for what I
had done.

He continued to just looking at me in silence, making me wonder what he
was thinking. Again I said "Please Master forgive me, I know I did
wrong."

"You are just a Dirty Filthy SLUT!!!" he yelled in my ear before pushing
me to the floor. "Now you are down there take my shoes off and start
licking them clean. You bit of filth!"

As I started untying his shoes, I was told to stop.

"I'll punish you later, licking my shoes wouldn't be a punishment for
you would it?" I was asked.

"No Master." I said, knowing how much I would of enjoyed doing it.

I was then told to kneel back up between his legs. Master took a grip of
both ears. Telling me to listen very carefully to what I'm told. I froze
with fear of what the concur quins of this talk would lead to for me.

But no. Master was pleased with me for telling him of my sins, for that
he'll be a little lenient with me. But I was informed that, Never
Ever!!! will I again pick up a used condom and play with it in any way.
At times there'll be other here, or I'll be at some other place. Were
there'll be used condoms that I'll have to clean up. That is just what
I'm to do, Clean up! Like put them into the rubbish can. I was also
informed that I wasn't going be given Master cum juice till I had proved
I'm worthy of it. Since I've tasted some, even though it be old. I'll
have to suffer the concur quins for my actions. With that I was sent of
to retrieve the used rubbers from the trash can. Put them on a paper
towel, take them and lie them on my bed. After doing that I had to go and
kneel in front of the toilet and wait for Master. I knelt there for some
time, my knees started to get sore. I knew I dare not move about just in
case Master arrives. He did after about half an hour.

"Take your panties off, then bend over the toilet bowl and wrap your arms
around it. Show me how much you love the toilet." was all he said.
Without looking at Master, I did as I was told. Next thing I felt the
enema tube entering deep into my back passage. Then felt the luck warm
water being forced in. I don't know how much, as it just seemed to keep
flowing on in. The pressure on my padder was such that I thought at any
time it would Burst. The agony of cramp came back with a vengeance, my
mind being on the pain and not wanting to let any thing leak out to upset
Master further. I hadn't notice the removal of the tube, Till Master
told me to sit and `slowly' release it all. I was wondering how I could
do that slowly. As I know one small push and out it'll all just flow,
quickly to I am hoping. Just to relieve that pressure in there. Every so
often Master would tell me to stop forcing it and just hold on. Then was
allowed to release a little more. The agony of not being able to get rid
of the lot at once. Meant the cramp pains stayed with me each time I
tried to stop or start pushing out again. About ten minuets later I
seemed to be free of it all. But left with the frightful smell of my
discharged shit. I looked up to Master not knowing what to do next. When
I was told to clean myself then get rid of the mess and use some air
freshener. He didn't want to come back to smell a slave droppings. With
my discharge flashed away, the bathroom now smelling nice again. I just
stood and waited with panties in hand, not knowing weather I'm to put
them on or not. So thought the safest would be to wait for Masters word.

In no time Master returned with a glass of something, plus wearing a pair
of surgical cloves. I knew it wasn't his urine, as there was a lack of
colour also it looked a little thick to be just water, more like an oil.
I somehow knew to kneel and say I'm sorry Master for what I've done,
and promise it'll never happen again.

"Yes I know you are sorry and I'm very pleased with you for telling me
about it. I'm not punishing you for that, but it's to help remind you
not to play with used rubbers EVER again. Now turn around facing the
toilet."

I did so still with my panties in hand, they were quickly pulled from me
and chucked to the floor beside me. Master was now standing right behind
me. His left hand went under my chin pulling my head backwards, till I
could feel it resting at his crutch. The excitement of that wasn't to
last for long. As I was told to open my mouth and drink the whole
contents of the glass without spilling a drop. I took a sip, the taste
was revolting, I tried to turn away and plead with Master. But no, my
mouth was forcible opened, that I had no option, kneeling right up
between his legs with nowhere to go. The first mouthful was poured in, I
swallowed quickly hoping not to notice the taste. Unfortunately it had to
flow past that part of my throat, I nearly retched. After four mouthfuls
the glass was empty, it was all over so I thought. Till Master wiped his
finger around the inside, then into my mouth to be licked clean. I sure
that last cleaning of the glass was just to add to my suffering, as I
worked my tongue over his finger. This oily revolting taste remained as
Master held my mouth firmly shut. His right hand now down caressing,
kneading over my stomach, asking how it felt. Telling me this is what
happens to dirty bitches who play with things they shouldn't.

Suddenly, I started dry retching, my tummy felt like the hot pools. I
looked to Master in panic, I knew I was about to vomit. Yes, Master
noticed also as he pushed my face into the toilet bowl. "Clean yourself
out Pansy-boy."

No sooner was I over the toilet when my mouth started to water up. Then
out it flowed, one deep retch after another. Till I could give up no
more, but the dry retching continued. That I thought my whole stomach was
coming out. Master then pulled my head back, giving me a large glass of
salty water to drink straight down. As I drunk, it felt like it was
wanting to come straight back up and out again. Fortunately it didn't,
that was until Master pushed my head back over the toilet bowl. Without a
word to me, his index finger entered my mouth, I had to just suck on it.
I was quite happy doing that, thinking of it being something else of
Masters. Soon I was back in reality as the finger pushed its way down my
throat as far as it would go. Kneeling between Masters legs as I was, I
could do or say nothing. In no time it was causing me to chock and retch.
Again bring up anything that still remained inside of me. His finger
remained uncomfortably in my mouth till I had all but stopped vomiting.
Then he was back pushing at the back of my tongue. The other hand pushing
at on my stomach. I had no option but to regurgitate what still remained
within me.

Now completely empty, my inside felt so sore, my mouth tasted like god
know what. [if you have vomited lately you'll know what I mean] I felt
completely washed out. Wiping my watery eyes, I looked in the bowl to see
everything I'd eaten floating there before me. Quickly I pushed the
button to flush that away out of sight. Looking up to Master, I was just
told to wash myself, then get up to my room. I was left alone to get on
with it. Looking in the mirror, I saw a real mess. Even with the make up
that stayed with me throughout this ordeal. Wasn't enough to hide the
now pale washed-out look of my face. My lip stick had all but disserted
me, my hair looked a mess also. The ribbon in my hair looked like it had
seen better days. Quickly I washed my face with nice hot soapy water.
Then applied some face cream, hopefully putting a little colour back into
my cheeks. It did I think, I smelt better anyway, I brushed out my hair
before leaving.

Looking a little better anyway, I headed towards my room. I heard Master
call out "Get underdressed then lie on your Nappy."

"Yes Master," I quietly replied.

Lying naked over my nappy, I just had to lie and wait. My hands at my
side, I knew better than to rest them over myself. knowing they would
more than likely wonder towards my little clity. I'm in enough trouble
as it is, without being caught touching it or more than likely displaying
a stiff clit when Master comes in. I couldn't help keeping my eyes on
the three well used little rubbers beside me. I guess Master is going to
leave them with me, as a reminder, another way of punishing me. Good job
I didn't put my hands over myself. As next thing I saw Master just
standing at the doorway watching what I was doing. When he came in, he
was pleased with me for the way I just lay there, `like a good Bitch.'
Before pinning up my nappy, I had to take one of the used rubbers and put
it over my very much deflated clit. I've never really played with
condoms before. So was quite surprised to find how it would stretch out
enough to take my little balls. Which Master helped push in. The other
two condoms were then dropped beside my encased clit and the nappy then
pinned tightly into place.

"You wanted to play with them. Well you can have them with you all night.
I'm sure they'll keep you good company." with that Master put me into
my plastic panties. Then it was on with my nighty, before having to kneel
before Master to have this drink he'd brought in for me. I looked at it,
then to Master fearfully, after the last couple of drinks I'd had. It
looked like a large class of thick milk, or a very thin custard. I was
informed this one is good for me, it's to put something back into my
stomach after losing everything I'd had. I drunk it, it didn't taste to
bad either. Well after the last couple of drinks I've had, anything
would taste better.

Master then sat on the bed, now came the big lecture about condoms and
the reason for being cleaned out the way I was. I wasn't punished for
telling what I'd done, Master was proud of me for that. But it was to
show and remind me to never play with a used rubber again. That I'll be
seeing a lot of them lying around at different places I'm taken to from
now on. I'll have to dispose of them. But I'm never again to put a used
one to my mouth, as you don't know who has been using them or who has
what. Yes, I realized what Master was telling me. But at the time my
thoughts were far away from any kind of disease. The rubbers were only
something that my Masters had been using and that is all that mattered to
me, then.

"Yes you're only a slave," he said "but I think to much of you to have
anything happen to you, your health is the most important thing."

Thinking now of what I'd done, scared me a lot. I even got a little
shaky, as I lent forward resting my head between Masters legs and
wrapping my arms around them. I told him how pleased I was, now that
I've told him what I did. And that he's cleaned me out to teach me a
good lesson. I promised I'd never do anything like that again. As I lay
there, I felt Master gently stroking my head without saying a word. Just
feeling him doing that, made me feel loved and happy. I couldn't help
but say, "I love you Master."

Next thing Master undid my collar saying, it's now time for bed. I knelt
back up, looking straight at Master.

"Yes down you go," as he pointed to his feet.

In a flash I was down licking over his shoes. Before being told I could
take them off. Quickly I did just that, also his socks. So I could lick
and kiss all over Masters beautiful feet, before getting pushed away.

I got into bed, presented Master with my wrists to be restrained. Only to
be told, it's about time I started to learn a little self-control. So at
times I'll be left unrestrained. But if I fail, the punishment will be
twice as harsh to what I had yesterday. I shuddered to think, as I could
still feel where each stroke landed over my back. Slowly I put my arms
back under the covers, thanking Master for leaving me free.

"We'll just see in the morning about that. I want you up early also, you
have a lot to do before I go to work," he said before telling me to go
straight to his room and kneel beside his bed after I get up. Before
leaving, Master bent over kissing me gently and lovingly on the forehead.
Then left turning out the light as he went. That kiss felt so warm and
kind, I was wanting to touch were his lips had been. But I didn't want
to destroy the feel I still had of his lips. I was also careful not to
turn over just in case I wiped away his lip marks. I just lay there then,
thinking of all that has happened to me in this short time. I'm not even
sure of how many weeks it's been now. But I am sure of one thing, That
is I'm now very happy. From just an effeminate boy working in a menswear
shop. To being just a sissy slave without a mind of its own or even a
name anymore. I'm now nothing, just a sissy for Master to use as he
desires. God, yes this is what I wanted to be. My back is still a little
sore from yesterdays whipping. But this is how I need to feel. Wearing
pretty female underwear, even make up and painted finger nails. I'm
feeling more feminine each day. Being controlled in everything I do,
having no privacy anymore. I'm getting used to this now, as I know I'm
now only a slave. All these thoughts kept going around in my head. But I
know I wouldn't want it any other way now. I am now what I have wanted
to be for a long time.

It was so comfortable lying in a nice bed again, unrestrained also, after
spending last night in the cage. Unable to even stretch out or turn over
comfortably. With all these thoughts going through my head, I was having
trouble getting of to sleep. My hands were free and began to wonder over
my lovely nighty, down towards my nappy covered crouch. I could feel the
heat of my clit, as it was still encased in that used condom. Oh No! I
don't want to touch myself. I want to try and be good for Master, seen
as he's left me free. The touch of my nighty feels so lovely down there
over my nappy. I can feel my hot little clit starting to swell under the
condom. My hand went straight to were that beautiful feeling was. I let
my hand just lie there over it. Frightened to do anything, I'm not
allowed to play with that anymore, I know. Slowly and painfully, I took
my hand away, putting them under the pillow, as I lay on my side. Now
with a fully erect sissy clit wanting attention, I started shaking, not
knowing what to do. My sexual thoughts were getting so strong. Yet I did
want to be good. Please god let go to sleep and be good for my Master, I
kept thinking and hoping. Why did Master leave me unrestrained like this.
Is it another way of punishing me, I was thinking as I took a firm grip
of my nighty in my hands. Holding it, closing my eyes, trying to think of
other things to let me just sleep.

Somehow it must of worked, as the next thing I was waking up. It seemed
lighter and had that fresh morning feel about it. Again I went to caress
over my pretty nighty, it makes me feel just so feminine lying there
dressed this way. At the same time I knew I was very erect under the
nappy. I also felt the rubber must of come off, as I couldn't feel it as
I had last night. I knew I had to be good, I also knew I was dying to
just give my clit a few strokes. To let it know I knew it was wanting to
be played with. My hand went gently over that hot piece of sissy meat and
just lay there in two minds of what to do. Why Master did you leave me
like this I was thinking, I was so horned up. Yet I knew that is now bad
for me. Quickly I turned onto my stomach, taking my pillow to cuddle
tightly and kissing it. At the same time working my lower body up and
down on the mattress. Fortunately I heard Masters alarm ring, Oh Shit!! I
was meant to go straight to Master when I woke up.

In no time I was there standing before my Master. He was not amused on my
arrival, knowing it was the alarm that sent me in.

"Stand closer to the bed, lift your nighty," he demanded.

As I did, his hand went straight to my nappy covered clit. Oh no, I'm
still as stiff as could be. And I knew what he was thinking.

"At least you're still dry. But what is this." as he squeezed firmly on
my hardness.

"Please Master I couldn't help it going hard like that. Please Master I
wanted to be good. I know it's not mine to play with. I haven't juiced
or anything. But as my hands were free they just kept wanting to go down
there Master. Please keep me restrained in bed Master," I pleaded to him.

"No! You filthy slut, you'll have to learn to control those hands and
where they go. Do you understand me?" as he went under my now deflating
clit squeezing painfully on my little nut sack.

Pushing out his right foot, I was told to get down and start licking it
clean. As it felt all sweaty between the toes, and you better make a good
job of it. If you know what's good for you, he said.

"Oh yes I will Master," as I quickly fell to my knees, taking hold of the
foot, kissing it lovingly all over before working my tongue and mouth
over and between each toe. The pleasure of doing this inevitably had its
affect on my clit, as it wanted to stand again. I looked to Master
telling him of my problem.

"Forget about that thing, you have a job to do, my other foot is still
waiting." was all he said.

"Yes I'm sorry Master," I said and went back to work. Once satisfied
with my cleaning. The other foot came out from its warm bed, and went
straight to my waiting mouth to receive the same loving attention. By the
time I had finished and with the taste of his beautiful feet in my mouth,
my clit was as hard as could be. Master knew that, but completely ignored
it. Instead having me pull his bed cover down, to expose his beautiful
body and fully erect hot penis standing proudly from his pale blue satin
boxer shorts.

One could almost smell the strong sexual aroma coming from it. My mouth
watered, Oh! my god, is Master going to let me suck him off. I thought to
myself. Oh yes, as I saw him just looking at me. Possible knowing what I
was thinking and hoping for. But no, I was just told to stand with my
hands on my head, legs apart and watch. Still looking at me, with a
sinister smile. Master began slowly stroking his throbbing shaft, pulling
the skin back also to let me have a good look. His hand went down to
caress his balls, then further under. As the hand came out, telling me to
bend over and smell, as he put the hand up towards my nose. I could smell
that sweat from his arse, as I bend the best I could. Oh how I would of
loved to kiss it or told to lick it clean, but no such luck. Standing
back I notice the pre cum coming from his slit. As Master continued
slowly stroking, using a finger of the left hand he wiped it off. Showing
it to me before putting it in his own mouth to savour the taste. Then
telling me just how lovely it tasted and how good it is for you. I was
getting hornier and hornier as I drooled watched my Master. My balls were
feeling very heavy, full of my own cum, as I haven't been allowed to do
anything about. I was having trouble standing still, as I watch Master.
My mouth was watering up, I could feel my nipples also standing erect
under my nighty now. Slowly stroking up and down, exposing his beautiful
purple head on each downward stroke. Oh how I wanted to just go down on
him, sucking at his hot thick penis. To take all that divine cum juice
into my waiting body.

All the time, that smile never left Masters face. As he told me to remove
his shorts, but make sure I didn't touch his cock. My hands were shaking
as I did so, my eyes firmly set on that beautiful throbbing penis before
me. Once I had his shorts off, I wanted to just keep hold of them. But no
they were to stay on the bed. Knowing how much it was torturing me, just
having to stand and watch. Leaving Masters shorts behind just added to
the torture. His stroking became faster as his body also began jerking
from the bed. Then I was told to take off my nighty and lie on the floor.
As I did, I noticed his eyes now closed, his breathing becoming deeper
and faster. Masters head pushing back into he pillow, moaning softly. His
left hand was now busy caressing or squeezing with more urgence at his
erect nipples. Slowly I went to the floor, not wanting to miss watching
my Master. I lay there waiting, thinking I'm at last going to be fulled
with his divine nectar. I didn't care if I had nothing else to eat all
day, as this is all I need in my body. Masters moans became louder and
deeper, then he was down kneeling over my naked body. Knowing how much I
love to have my mouth fulled with cum. I just opened my mouth as wide as
possible and waited with eyes closed. I felt his left hand resting on my
shoulder, holding me down. Then it all came shooting out hot, from deep
down in his ball. To land over my stomach, my chest. But unfortunately
nothing went near my waiting mouth.

Now completely spent Master just remained over me, his left hand still
resting on my shoulder. Looking into my eyes, he just said. "That was
great Bitch." As his cock deflated, he squeezed out the last few drops of
cum which stayed between his thumb and forefinger. Thinking they were
coming to my mouth, I opened putting out my tongue to lick it all off.
Only again to be disappointed, as he just wiped it over my face. He knew
how much I was wanting to be fed his juice. As I looked to him, he just
said. "Who was the Bitch that tried to play with itself last night? When
my slave learns not to touch what doesn't belong to it. Master might
give it some goodies. Do you understand Bitch."

"Yes I do Master, I'm sorry for what I did, I am trying Master, really."

With that he got up stepping over me, that I got a good look up into his
sweaty crouch. Again that didn't do anything for my throbbing restrained
clit. I was wondering how long it would take before I could satisfy it or
just have it go soft for me. With that Master throw a towel at me, saying
to wipe myself clean and not let any go near my mouth.

After breakfast was over, Master informed me that today I was going to be
dressed in all my female clothes. I was then taken to my room were Master
put out all that I was to wear. Oh! I was so excited as I looked at all
these wonderful pretty things Master took out, just for me to wear. Even
my new dress which was a deep blue greenish satin crepe, with short puff
sleeves. The skirt was full and came just above the knee and had a
trimming of off-white lace around it. As did the sleeves and collar,
which was the same off white.

Before I started to do anything, Master informed me I wouldn't be wear
my clit ring. But instead I'm going to be taped back like all Sissy like
me do. I wasn't sure what he meant, as I haven't seen other Sissies
like me in dresses. I noticed in his hand was a roll of inch wide
elastoplast. Master just smiled at me, as he knew I didn't know what he
was going to do. I was sprayed the same as when I had my ring put on. I
then realized what was to happen, when I had to hold my clit out and had
the tape put around the base behind my ball sac. Then holding my little
thing back between my legs. Master cut off about 8inch length of tape
going down and taping my clit between my legs. Another length of tape on
the other side, and there I was, tucked right away. Looking at myself
down there I looked just like a girl, nothing showing at all. Even the
colour of the elastoplast is a pinkish that tones in with my skin.
Putting my hand over it felt funny also. Tears came to my eyes, as I
realized I couldn't even get an erection now. Won't be able to dress it
up with ribbons, or little petties. Then I thought and said to Master "I
won't be able to have a piss now if I need to."

"Oh yes you can, you will just have to sit and do it like all the other
girls do. And don't forget to wipe under there so you don't smell.
Girls don't like to smell do they?" he said smiling at me.

"No I guess not Master."

"Now come along get made up and dressed now, I want to see this pretty
slave girl all done before I leave. Remember you have to help dress me
then."

Master sat on my bed watching everything I put on. I felt a little
embarrassed making myself up in front of Master like this. But then I am
only his slave and I do want him to see me doing my best. But only if
that tape had a little give in it. As however I moved I felt it pulling
against me. At last I was all made up, dressed up, looking and feeling
very much the slave girl Master wanted of me. Turning around for him to
see and get his approval made me feel very submissive and controlled.
Knowing that if Master wasn't pleased with my effort I could possible be
punished and have to start again. But I passed the test as I was told, I
would pass on the Street as a girl now, but that will be another day. My
stomach turned just thinking of it. Now it is on with my slave collar and
in to Masters room to help dress him for work. As I was dressing Master,
I told him how I missed not doing these things for him when Sir was down.
Quickly I was informed that I'm nothing and I do just what ever, when
ever and he'll take care of that remark when he gets home tonight. I
tried to explain what I meant and that I liked Sir being here. My words
were all to no avail.

Kneeling to say goodbye to Master was also a struggle because of my
restrained clit. This remained with me throughout the day no matter what
I did, I knew what was between my legs. The disappointment of not able to
see or feel that bulge down there. The straining as it wanted to stand
for me, but couldn't. Then sitting on the toilet not quite knowing were
it was going, but feeling wet underneath. Oh yes, I did pat myself dry
each time. Fortunately I didn't have to do another damping, as I'd been
cleaned out my Master this morning. But I did notice that hole was still
free of any tape.

My day went rather quickly as I had a lot to catch up on after the week
end. So when Master got home I still hadn't prepared his meal. But he
did see I had everything else done. So he wasn't wild with me for that.

Later after all was done, everything cleaned up. I was sent to my room to
kneel and wait. Wait I did, my knees were getting sore I kept trying to
move my weight from one knee to the other. But knowing I had to stay down
on my knees. Eventually Master arrived ordering me to remove my dress and
panties. I took off and hung up the dress, as I was turning to remove my
panties, I noticed Master had the thick leather strap in his hand. I knew
what that was for as I knelt at Masters feet to apologise for what I said
this morning and tried to explain again what I was meaning. Master would
have non of it, as I was told to get up and lie across the bed, with feet
on the floor. My petticoat was pulled up out of the way, I tensed up
knowing what is about to happen. Even before the first stroke I felt
myself starting to whimper. All of a sudden one hard WHACK!! landed
fairly across the cheeks of my arse. I hardly had time to think of crying
out or moving when the next made its mark along side. I could only take a
firm grip of the bed cover and bite into it, as more strokes of the strap
came raining down on me. I was crying and trying not to move knowing that
would only lead to more.

"I think ten will be enough this time, now stand up."

I stood as quickly as I could crying and with great burning pain. I stood
with watery eyes and shaking, trying to look at Master. I knew I had to
thank him for punishing me, but it was so hard to try and kneel.

"It's OK. Just say how sorry you are this time."

That I did. Then it was now off with my petticoat and standing there with
hands on head and feet apart, as Master wiped some spirits over the tape.
Then quickly just pulled it off. I don't know what hurt the most, the
strapping or the tape removal.

When I got back from the bathroom. It was then on with my nappy and
plastics, then into bed. Tonight not even my nighty was allowed. I
pleaded to be at least restrained again, but no. I have to start and
learn obedience, that is not to touch. "Just think of your burning
backside should help you. Now get to sleep we have a lot to do tomorrow,"
I was told

"Oh by the way, I'll not be going to the office for the next couple of
days, as we have a lot to do." with that remark, Master patted me on the
head and left turning out the light on his way.

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Chapter 9 will be out as soon as POSSIBLE.