Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2003 16:56:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dermot V <dermotv2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ad. Chapter 2

The Ad is in Transgendered Authoritarian, It is not noted Chapter 1, is it
possble to make the title 'The Ad. Chapter 1' If not my bad.


The Ad; Chapter 2,

I did not know how long I had been in the basement. At least a few days.

I was fed cereal in a bowl and for drink there was water in another
bowl. The basement had a toilet in the corner next to a shower. I could go
to the toilet what seemed to be once a day. I had to raise my rear end over
the bowl and was to go keeping my hand on the floor, however it was
difficult to pass though peeing was OK. I was none too regular with my
bowel movements.

I did get washed in the shower, still on all fours, with only the collar
staying on. It was chained to a nearby table leg just off the ground. I had
to stay on all fours. The bondage and control never stopped. I was never
able to leave without asking to be unchained and I wasn't going to do that
yet. This was still within my submissive imagination. I had been placed
under the shower about 3 times. This was seeming more and more like a
survival adventure, I had not shaved, thought I smelt and was stiff at the
lack of exercise. After the shower, Mark put on some cream on my sores, the
wrists, ankles and groin. Of course my penis leapt to attention at the feel
of his warm hand and soothing cream. He squeezed my balls to shrink it down
for the chastity cage to go on. With the click of the padlock I turned red
with humiliation and the excitement of that humiliation. Then the wrists
and feet chained, keeping me as his pet. I noticed he did not let me touch
myself. I wanted to ask for release, but I knew it would come, (literally)
when he was ready.

There were sores on my wrists and ankles where the cuffs were and under the
collar that never came off was itchy. I had gotten good at not moving those
parts that hurt and not pulling on the chains. I felt that I couldn't wait
for this session to be over. Yet I also felt I was falling deeper and
deeper into submission. It was like reading a lot of porn, it seems less
exciting after a while and yet the mind in no less hungry for more. I was
not as turned on as I thought I would be, of course the chastity device
discouraged erotic thoughts. But I felt a constant fulfillment that I knew
I would miss something if I were anywhere else. I knew this was my destiny
and I was resigned to accept it. I'm a submissive, kinky, transvestite I
told myself. I always thought I was but I could not say it to myself, now I
could look at myself honestly and say to myself "I'm a submissive, kinky
transvestite and this is what I deserve. I wondered if I could ever go back
to my old independent way. But how long would Mark keep me? We hadn't
discussed an end time and would I want to stay? In the back of my mind was
the thought that if this is all there is I would want to get out, but how?
Would he let me out if I asked?

The cereal was boring and I lost interest in it, but then I became hungry.
That was hard to take at first, but after a while I could feel my body
getting slower and I slept more and did not even want to get up for most of
the time. After a while my stomach rumbled only a few times and seemed to
quickly stop bothering me. Even hunger seemed aware of my predicament. I
think the hunger made me feel colder and I used the blanket, but
fortunately the temperature in the basement was warm enough so I didn't
feel cold, except sometimes when I was sleeping, but I had a blanket in the
cage.

Mark was puzzling me, I was chained by hand and feet and on all fours and
had me completely in his power for at least a few days, it felt like weeks,
but he had not violated me, at least not yet. Though I could feel a surge
of electric tension building in the air. I knew something was going to
happen. I was tired of the dog thing, though I really tried not to let on.

Mark came up to me and patting me said, "What are you ready to do?" I
thought quickly, was this a trap, another excuse for punishment. I thought
I couldn't sound like I'm complaining. My mind was racing, maybe the lack
of food, whatever. Did he mean piercing, that was something I didn't want
to do. I had never drunk urine, though the thought of being forced to came
into my fantasies. What should I say? I was wondering so long, that I
received a whack on the side.

I wanted to say I was finished with the dog training, but was I. The
contradiction is that if I wanted to stop then was I really into it? I
answered, "A dog has no opinions," I said. "So, I can do anything I want?"
He asked. I thought I'd better explain myself. "Thank you for the training
master, I learnt a lot, I just want to serve you in other ways". I
shivered, expecting a wack, it didn't come. "That's a good answer, whether
you mean it, you gave the right answer, I think we can go on to the next
step, what do you want to do?" He asked. "I want to dress up for you, to
excite you, I want to serve you and be used by you." Just saying this I
felt pressure on the chastity device. He replied. "OK, we'll go to the next
stage. Though don't forget what you just learned and I will put you back in
the cage, whenever I want, understand?" I looked down demurely, nodded and
said I understood.

A chain went through the rings on the collar and was padlocked around the
neck; the other end was attached to a ring in the ceiling. The chain was
long enough to give me access to the entire basement. It was strange that I
now felt free, not being completely in bondage, chained hands, and feet on
all fours.

We went to the shower. I was told to become hairless. Yes, Mark did shave
me, under the shower. He put on shaving cream and used a razor. The hair
fell to the floor in the cream; I was more in his control. I was now a
different creature, so it seemed. I felt I could be someone else. From that
time I was to stay hairless. I would shave and use creams. I held my
breathe at the public area and the sores there when shaved hurt the
most. At the end I felt, very, very clean. I had a rock hard erection, I
could only think of release, should I make an advance, I waited. My
breathing was shallow.

"Let me explain how I want to fuck you". He said. "This is my preferences,
I like anal sex and I want to be in control. I frankly get more of a kick
out of dominating a man than a woman, though I've tried and enjoy both. Me
being in control may mean me putting you in bondage or you being submissive
enough to turn me on. High heels, corsets, make-up, fingernails are all
items of submission. It's bondage and or the bondage of fetish and
slutdom. I have a thing for sluts. When I see a whore I get excited, the
stockings, the lipstick, the shoes all say fuck-me, that turns me on. I
liked your ad now let's see if you can live up to it. From now on you call
me Master." I nodded.

Master, that's what I call him now, wanted me to understand his rules, so I
could be screwed.

First I had to clean out the rear end. I should be aware that I would
probably clean it off with my mouth, so I should clean it well and if it
was dirty I would be back in the cage. I was given 2 enemas. Since my anus
was tight, I spent most of the time fighting to relax the hole. I liked the
idea of cleaning down there; it wasn't painful when the water went in, just
a bloated feeling, like I had a load to dump. After the second, the water
coming out was still dirty. I told Master, please let me clean myself one
more time; I'm still not clean enough. Since I asked for it, Master let me
put it in myself, which was a lot harder. Kneeling on the floor with a hose
out of the butt which was raised above my head on the ground is so
submissive, this has to the `fuck-me I can't do a thing about it pose'. I
sensed Master getting aroused. The last part of this step was lubing the
entrance. I was afraid I may be tight, Master used lots of Vaseline

Second, I was to be helpless under Master's control. This time I would have
the arms, legs, mouth and nipples in bondage. I had to put on a pair of
shiny red high-heeled shoes, which I did. They fit and I wobbled on
them. Next a pair of nipple clips was put on, with a small weight attached
in the middle of the chain that went between them. This was a new
experience; I had put on heels but never nipple clamps. I could have just
stopped there had enough stimulation to jack off memorably. But this was
just the beginning of the overload; I was on a train racing out of my
control. He pulled over a mirror; I had put on bright red lipstick. I had
done this before. I could remember starring at my Mother who put it on
every day, studying how she did it. I had red heels, red lipstick, the
nipple clamps and the collar still chained to the ceiling. Master stepped
back to check. I tried to stand in a seductive yet demur pose. "The
absolute minimum level of slutiness I want to see is heels and lipstick".
He said.

I was told to spread my legs shoulder width apart and touch crouch so my
thighs came up to my chest. Then I had to bring my arms up straight, wrists
under my crotch, so my fingers were near the butt, the wrists rubbing the
crotch. I could feel the nipple chain on my arms. Whilst I was bent over,
(note for you, I'm supple I can touch my knees with my head) Master put 3
wide belts holding my lower back to my thighs which were parted, and my
arms were now pinned between the thighs. My fingers were probably going to
be massaging Master's balls while his penis was in my ass.

My wrists were now touching my erect crotch. I could feel every move. He
would not let me come now, before him. I didn't want to spoil this moment
either. I tried to not arouse myself.

This was a most unstable position, especially with the heels and I was too
low for easy entry. Master held onto me and he had some furniture to take
care of everything. It was a padded bench only a foot wide 4 feet long and
about 3 feet of the ground. I had seen it from the cage and thought it was
mainly used long ways like a horse, it had rings on the sides. This time it
was being used across the narrow side. He lifted my thighs onto it on the
wide side, my butt extended over the other end, my head would pull me
forwards off this narrow perch. To stop my front from falling forward he
dragged over a piece of furniture, which was 2 stout pieces of wood going
up 7 feet about 4 feet apart. This furniture looked like it was used to
keep someone standing and spread, there were several rings. I had been
studying this from the cage. Now this piece of furniture would be used
differently than I had thought. A rope was attached to both sides about 4
feet high and to the collar. Now I wouldn't fall forwards, I was being held
up in the front by the collar and in the back by my thighs resting on the
bench. This did not seem so good, but the weight was actually balanced
mainly on the thighs. I found myself pushing backwards to avoid being held
by the collar. My butt and hands extended over the edge.

The heels felt strange dangling in the air a few inches off the ground.
Master reached in and pulled the nipple clips down inside my spread thighs,
so the weight was hanging and swaying. He went behind and pulled out my
hard penis from between my wrists, he pulled it down it felt cooler. He
pulled the balls out too. It would be harder to come like this. He was
putting something over the top of my penis. I found out later it was a
simple plastic sandwich bag and an elastic band holding it on, a cheap
condom.

Master was now at the front, he pulled out his penis. I opened my mouth;
first kiss it as a sign of respect. It was hard, I kissed it. Then I opened
my mouth but did not reach for it. You may suck it softly. I wrapped my
lips around the head, there was the oily pre-cum, it did not taste so
strong, but the smell of the pubic area filled my senses. I was sucking and
that was all. Then he pulled out. He gave me a dildo and said to keep
sucking; the dildo was on a strap, which he put around my head. I was
gagged with the dildo. I imagined it was Master's penis and kept sucking.

Thirdly, I have to warm you up and he went to my rear. I did not
immediately realize what that meant, and then I felt the flogger. Master
was merciful, it was hard but not too hard and he did not hit my balls or
penis, which I was terrified of. I felt my rear getting warm.

Master recapped. "So, first is get clean, second is meet the level of
bondage and submission I demand, third get warmed up and fourth here it
comes. I like it when you massage my balls, for now I will just let you
touch them gently. I will teach you what I want." He put the tip of his
penis against my anus and slowly pushed, "Relax". He said. I tried to
loosen up. I think it was harder to relax not being able to breathe deeply
with the dildo gag. There was a moment of pressure at the opening, I could
feel his penis bending, then I opened, it was tight. It hurt a bit. Master
was going slowly and enjoying himself. I was glad he was starting
slowly. He waited at the end of his thrust, now relax and he gently
squeezed my balls. I felt the tightness loosen and the pain for a moment
disappeared. I must admit whenever he moved I tensed and tightened and
added to my own pain.

Master went out to the tip and pushed all the way in, harder, I could feel
his balls touching my fingers. I gently touched them, cradled them loosely,
I could the approving gasps. Master was giving something so precious to
me. The most erotic feeling of being completely dominated and abused and
yet holding Master's being in my fingers. The kind of warm feeling of trust
and love welled up; I felt a tear of affection. I wanted him to thrust
deeper into and he started pushing harder, it hurt at the anus, but it was
just one of many sensations. The collar, the gag, behind that the lipstick,
I could smell it. The bite of the clamp on the nipples and now the swinging
of the weight, the back-ache from being bent over, my penis head rubbing
against the edge of the bench, the shoes arching my feet. It added up to an
overload. I wished I could breathe deeply, I think I would have yelled.

The pace picked up, his hips were banging into my rear. It hurt but not
more than before. It was now all one level on pain. I could feel his balls
bounce in my cradled fingers. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed my penis
with his right hand and balls with his left and started pumping. He timed
it right; maybe he knew I would come so quickly. I did not know I could
come with my penis pointing down. But I was desperate. He came pumping into
me and I came too, I only had a few pumps and he let go, I wanted more.

He slowed and had a few more pushes. I could feel his tool softening
already. I was surprised that he came so quickly; maybe he was excited to
get to this point too. I had not thought that the whole dog training time
he was holding himself back. Now I felt he had been eager to get to this
point, but he had his plan. I felt respect, like for a teacher who you
realize was leading you somewhere all the while.

Master had a few more pushes and squirts. I could not feel the semen but I
could feel his member jump, like a fish in the hand, and the balls
lifted. He took the penis out.

Coming to the front, he removed the gag; lastly, this is fifth you have to
clean it up. I opened my mouth, he put in his penis, it had the Vaseline,
which was runny like oil and the semen and sweat and the pubic smell. It
wasn't obviously enjoyable, but it had to be done. I could follow the
logic. I licked and sucked and it became clean if a bit wet, though it
tasted of dried spittle. Master took the bag off my penis, the gag, and
released me from the furniture. Then he took off the nipple clamps, they
hurt, and then the straps holding my thighs, I could barely stand. The high
heels now seemed impossible.

He took the chain off from my collar and attached a leash, we walked to the
door, "Come." he said and opened the door. I had finally left the basement.