Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2007 19:51:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew O'Shea <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Life for Timothy Chapter 16  transgender authoritarin

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After receiving some Nasty emails following Chapter 15. I've taken time
to reconsider finishing that chapter. As it seems some people don't know
the meaning of the words "Pure Fantasy" I've decided not to put any more
of that chapter up. So now here is the final chapter of A New Life for
Timothy. As its taken me a lot longer to write than I had anticipated,
and there are other things I want to write.

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                                  Conclusion.



I was a slave to my Master for just over three and a half years from
1988. Then one beautiful hot Saturday afternoon early summer, my Masters
decided we'd go to the beach. Which was only a 10 minute walk down the
hill from home. We were at the beach awhile when Master sent me to get
some Ice Creams for the three of us. That short walk along the footpath
towards the shop was to suddenly end my life as a slave. This speeding
car came around the corner, up onto the footpath hitting me and the
person just behind me. All I remember is waking up in hospital some time
the next day with my Masters sitting either side of me. They had been
with me all night, which I thought was real great. My left leg was broken
in a couple of places, my right collarbone also broken, plus many other
cuts and bruises. Yes I was in a mess. Fortunately Master was able to
fill the hospital in with all my information, then inform me that my name
was once again back to Timothy Duffy, I was employed as a house keeper/
handyman. Which brought a smile to my painful face thinking of doing
"handy work" in what way, yes well. He really upset me when he said he
told the hospital, my next of kin were my mother and father. That the
hospital would contact them. I tried to protest saying he was my Master
and next of kin. That I'd signed myself over to him completely, every
part of my being was his and his alone. But seems that wouldn't mean a
thing in law, so I was stuck with having parents again.


Later that afternoon the police arrived wanting to know what happened.
Well all I knew we were at the beach, didn't even remember going to get
Ice Creams till Master told me what happened. So guess the police knew
more about it than I did, well it gave them something to do. My Masters
left then to get some a meal and clean up some, as they hadn't been home
since Saturday morning. All my food went through a tube in my arm, well
the way I was, how could I get down to my bowl. I felt honoured also that
Sir didn't go back to school till Monday, as he wanted to be there with
me. Then before he did leave, I was given a beautiful loving kiss right
on the lips. Just the look in his eyes showed he cared a lot about me.
All I could say was "Thank you Sir, I love you." That night I had a visit
from my friends [that is if a slave can have friends] Dan and Justin. I
know I wasn't that interested at the time, seems I kept dropping of to
sleep, as I was full of painkillers. Believe me when those painkillers
wore off, the pain was worse than anything Master had inflected on my
body. I couldn't move any part of my body, then there was that
uncomfortable Catheter sitting up my prick, guess it kept me dry. I
couldn't wear nappies the way I was, ah!


I had another wonderful surprise a few days later, when I got woken up to
see this bunch of flowers in the hands of David. One of the boys from
college that one Saturday, those years ago. Made me wear a schoolgirls
uniform and play with a doll for them. I hadn't been with them since,
and as I was to find out. It wasn't that they didn't want to, but the
opportunity just never arrived again. Just seeing him brought tears to my
eyes, as I hadn't seen anyone else except Dan, Justin and a few of
Masters friends. Well I didn't have any other friends did I. He read
about the accident in the paper, thought it sound like it could be me. So
rang my parents to find out it was. That made me feel good that someone
like him would take the time to find out and come visit. He seemed happy
to catch up with me again also. Before he left I made him promise to come
again, even had him leave his phone number for me. Well he did come again
and again, at least once a week he'd be there. Even got to meet Master,
but I didn't tell him that's what he was at the time. We became good
friends and I found out that he's Bi, hasn't married or anything. The
other half of that Saturday, Stuart is married living up North. As time
went on I got more comfortable talking about everything with David. I
felt he would except hearing about me just what I am. So I told Master
that I wanted to tell him that I'm a slave. He had no objections, so it
was the week before I was to be discharged when David was up that I told
him I had something very private about myself I wanted to tell him and
hoped He'd still be a friend. He sat quiet listening to every word, as I
told him I'm a full-time slave to Master, that I also cross-dress. The
only thing I didn't tell him was about Sir, yes Mr Lucas my other
Master. That would be better left at this time I thought. Once I'd
finished, all he said was, I hope then I can see you dressed up and maybe
take you out on a date. I told him I'd love that but would have to get
permission from Master first. Another thing I got to enjoy about his
visits was, he's a wonderful kisser. That first time he didn't even ask
if he could kiss me, just lent over the bed and did it.


It wasn't till the following Tuesday afternoon that I had the visit from
those that gave birth to me. Oh! How I wished I had someone else came to
visit. As this was the most uncomfortable time anyone could have. I have
nothing in common with them now, asked why it took so long before they
even came up. They thought it'd be better to let me improve a little. I
was pleased to inform them that I hadn't, `I'm just putting on a brave
face for you.' mum looked at all the cards sitting around, then said "I
don't see any form any girl." quickly I had to inform her that I'm not
a lesbian. God! you should of seen the look on both faces, at least that
made me happy. What about Jason [my brother] is he still live at home,
not that I really cared, but it filled the time. Oh! Yes and he's got
the most wonderful girlfriend, they hope to marry in a few months. "The
poor girl," was all I could say to that, which was also ignored.
"They'll try to get up one night, but Jason is so busy and playing
cricket all weekend." So I quickly told them to tell him not to bother,
that I didn't want to see him, plus "what would that wonderful girl
think when she found out his brother was a faggot?" how I wish someone
else was there to see the discussed look on their faces. I'm also sure
had I not been lying there all in plaster, tubes or wires connected
everywhere, my fathers fist would of once again struck me. At leased that
helped bring a quick end to this little visit. Talking about it with
Justin and Dan later, we were wondering what would they of said had I
been lying there with ear rings and make up on.


It was good to know every day Master came to visit me, having his meal
with me. Talk with me about normal things, not just as a slave. It was a
good couple of weeks before a lot of the bruising started to fade away.
Then that day arrived when I got given real food, OK. it was only custard
with a little Ice Cream [not the one I was going to buy either] at least
it was progress. The next morning another step, one soft boiled egg, yes
I was feeling a little like a baby being fed my food. One arm in plaster
the other full of tubes, so that also useless. Then who doesn't mind a
little pampering, even if it's just for eating. As you will know having
this stuff going into me, the next thing it has to come out and not
through ones penis. I don't think I'd make a good nurse, it's so
different to cleaning your Masters butt.


At times when Master was with me and Justin or Dan would arrive. They
would alway ask Masters permission to give me a kiss, which was so nice,
but if Master wasn't there they'd just do it. I tell you it was also,
so different seeing them in suites looking rather handsome dressed up. As
I'd only ever seen them as slaves before this. Then to see Justin with a
more conservative ring in his nose, no leash could be hooked on this one.
On one visit Dan was telling us about his caning a couple of nights
earlier. Somehow it just got to me, thinking about Master. No one to do
his washing, get his meal, do all those things I'm suppose to be doing.
I could only ask them, whose looking after my Master. Of cause they
didn't know, but Dan took my hand saying not to worry about it now. The
sooner you get better the sooner you'll be back with him. I asked Dan
then if I could have a look at his backside. So Justin went and leaned
against the door in case anyone wanted entry. Just looking at those deep
red welts also made me think of what I'm missing. "I wish that was
mine," I said looking at him. They both noticed how quiet I went, even my
eyes watered up, thinking what I should be doing. So quickly his trousers
were pulled up and the subject changed. Thinking of it, it must be hard
for someone not into discipline to realize just how you miss punishment
and need it. The pain of my broken leg and collarbone is a totally
different pain to that of getting a good thrashing from your Master.


I lay in hospital for just over 8 weeks, till the plaster came off my
shoulder area. Only to be strapped up tightly, but at least I got to use
that arm a bit more. Once back home Master had a single bed made up for
me in the lounge. Since I couldn't ride a wheelchair up and down the
stairs. It all seemed to hit me right then, I just burst out crying. More
than I had on any other occasion with Master. Here I was a slave supposed
to be the one doing for its Master. But no I'm the one getting pampered,
everything being done to make me comfortable. There was nothing I could
do for Master the way I was, not even his ironing. It was he who made me
a cup of tea, gave me a tomato sandwich on a plate. My bowls weren't on
the kitchen floor, they'd been put away. Master knelt beside me leaning
over, putting an arm around me. Asking what the problem is, what's
making me all of a sudden cry. Between sobs I tried to explain this to
him. I'm a slave but can't serve him like I should be doing. Letting me
rest my head on his chest while I cried myself out, his hand continued to
stroke gently over my hair. I knew he was saying something, but whether I
answered correctly or not, I'm not sure. But I'll never forget how
loving and caring he was at that time. Constantly using his hanky to wipe
the tears from my eyes, then giving it to me to have a good blow out.


Once I'd settled down I asked Master, "Since I can't do anything but
sit or lie around, could I at least please wear my collar." I was so
happy when he put it around my neck again. Another thing I had to miss
out on, was wearing my pretty clothes and all those things I'd become
used to. Yes even going to bed unable to put a nappy on because of the
plaster was now upsetting. As my arm got a little strength back into it I
was able to use crutches and at long last get about the place. But was
unable to go upstairs unless Master or someone was here to help me down
again. Yes, for a few weeks I had that fear of falling down each time I
took that first step. So stayed where I was, at least it gave me all that
time then to look at and hold up to me those pretty dresses and
underwear. Longing the day I could again be wearing them, having all my
body hair removed. I couldn't even have my hair done or wear make up, as
the District nurse or physio would be calling in on me at odd times. Even
though I could get about on sticks, there was still a lot I couldn't do.
That used to frustrate me greatly, just mopping about knowing there's a
lot to be done. Then seeing a woman come in once a week to clean, I kept
out of her way as much as possible. Or I would of told her she's not
doing it the way Master like. But thought it's better to keep my mouth
shut. Master did the washing, so at last I could do something. I did all
the ironing, even though most times I had to sit to finish it.


I think my Masters knew something about me, that I didn't. As a couple
of weekend after being back home. My Masters had a good talk with me
about everything. Seems my leg is going to take a long time before it's
out of plaster, or I have full use of it again. So instead of having me
moping about getting depressed, like I am right now. Come Monday I'll be
having a visit from a vocation guidance officer. As they want me to spend
my time studying. With that Master took my hand, telling me not to take
what he's about to say the wrong way. I just looked at him with an open
mouth and fear in my stomach, thinking am I going to be chucked out of
here. Or seen as I'm a slave, is he going to give me away. Master must
of sensed my fear through my hands as I began shaking like a leaf.
"Hey!! Don't get upset nothings ever going to happen to you," he said
pulling me closer to him.
"It's just that when you're up and about again, you won't be able to
do what you have been doing." Then he went on, "If you talk with this
chap on Monday and find a career that you'd like to follow. We'll see
to it that you get all the help you need."
"But Masters' I only want to serve you as your slave. That is all I am
and want to be." I said. "Plus I'm not brainy like that either, I've
only worked in Menswear shops and that's just because I have this love
for nice clothes. Otherwise who knows what I would of done." I finished
feeling rather sad about it all. Only for Master to hit the proverbial
roof, as he told me in no uncurtain terms. How I'm just as brainy and
smart as anyone else, that he never wants to hear me talk like this
again. That when I am able to get about without crutches I still won't
be able to do what I do now. We're thinking a good twelve months, he
informed me. Oh what a shock that was, I just looked at him, then to Sir
to either confirm or deny what Master had said. Damn it!!! he confirmed
what Master had said. Then put his arm around me telling me how they both
really love me and want to do want is best for me.
"Yes I know that and I really love you both very, very much also. More
than I ever remember loving my parents. But I just want to be your slave
and nothing else." I said looking from one to the other.
"Well we'll see what Monday brings," was the only response I got.


I just hung my head in silence, not quite knowing what to say or think.
Tears came to my eyes, but I didn't cry this time. As I thought about
that bloody car that has done this to me, possible recked my life for
ever. For almost three months I've not been able to do for Master, not
been punished or treaded like the slave I am. Haven't been able to wear
my girly clothes or make up, because of having those people coming to do
all the time. My body hair is all growing again and is itchy. My hair is
in a mess, a little longer, but haven't been able to set it like I've
been doing. Because of the plaster right up my leg [which weighs a ton] I
can't even wear my nappies, that I've got so used to being in at night.
Now I have to do like school work again, at least I won't be the
outcaste for being a pansy-boy. Or have a brother that didn't like me
and let the kids torment me because of it. As I sat silently, I decided,
at least it'll take my mind of feeling sorry for myself, I guess, I
hope. I looked up to Master then and said, "Yes I guess you know what is
best for me." after saying that, I thought, that's not the way I should
be speaking to Master. So quickly apologized for saying that, where I
should just except what Master says. There again since being in hospital,
I've spoken with my Masters in a way I never have before. I was over
whelmed, as they both gave me a lovely warm kiss on the cheek. Telling me
once I start studying, I'll enjoy it and wonder why I made such a fuss
over it.


That night I got carried upstairs to my bedroom and helped get changed
for bed. The first time since being home again that I've slept upstairs.
Now to be put into a nighty and helped into bed, so much more
comfortable. Given Prince to cuddle into, something to love again, as my
left hand caressed over the beautiful Ice green satin nighty, again. The
feeling was like being in heaven `if you know what I mean'. Master and
Sir both sat on the bed looking at me enjoying this time, with what meant
a lot to me. Sir asked me had I been playing with myself? I could only
look at him, saying "No Sir, I haven't and really haven't felt like it.
At times it was the furthers thing from my mind, which I know is
strange." Looking up at him I got the feeling something is about to
happen, it did. Hands came gently stroking my head, over my nighty
covered body, I closed my eyes enjoying the attention, quickly my clitty
stood erect. Master whispered in my ear, "What would you like to happen
Sissy." Oh at last I'm being spoken to the way I'm use to.
"Oh Please Master do whatever you wish, you know my body is all your."
"Would you like to have your sissy juice sucked from your clitty." As I
felt fingers softly caressing over the satin nighty covering it. Was I
hearing things, just imagining I can feel what is happening, am I going
to be sucked off by my Master. Opening my eyes, no it was not my
imagination running wild. Sirs fingers were stroking over my clit, both
were looking and smiling at me in a very sexual, seductive way.
"Oh Masters, Yes Please take my juice," I said then kissed and cuddled
Prince tightly under my chin. Leaving the rest of my body free for
Masters to do with what they wished. I must say I did feel like I had
been taken to heaven. It's the first time either had taken me in such a
way with their mouths. The working of their mouths was like soft delicate
silk over it, [yes I do know what a beautiful feeling that gives] so
warm, smooth and gentle. Their hands caressing over my sexually
electrified body, in no time had me breathing deeply, moaning in a long
soft wantoned tone. Feathering their fingertips down my sensitive sides
almost had jerking myself off in whoever's mouth. Trying the best I
could to hold of squirting my sissy juice, as I wanted to enjoy this
moment for as long as possible. After so long my balls so full of sissy
spunk, now tight and heavy there was nothing else I could do. In no time
I just had to cried out "I'MMM CUUMMMINNNGGG," with that I felt each
strong, pulsating thrust of my sissy clit as volley after volley
jettisoned into whoever's mouth was over clitty at the time. It happened
to be Sirs mouth, as I came back to earth, opening my eyes, feeling so
happy with what had just been done. I felt like a little child lying
there, cuddling Prince tightly in my arms, just had such a beautiful
thing done to me by my Masters. Before me I watched Master and Sir
kissing, sharing the sissy juice I'd just given up to them.
I thanked them both so very much for giving me the relief I've just
received. Also so hungry for more, I was hoping something would be put in
my mouth to suck on. But no, just told to have a good sleep, my nighty
pulled down again, duvet put over me. I drifted off to a happy peaceful
sleep with Prince tucked up beside me.


After three odd years living as a slave, not allowed to eat at a table
using knife, fork Etc. even a normal plate. How hard it is to again get
used to using them. It was quite embarrassing having Master watching me,
showing me how to hold them. It was the same thing with the telephone. I
was never allowed to use it, if at any time it rang a message would be
left for Master to ring someone. But now with the state I'm in, Master
would ring all the time seeing how I am. Over that time the whole system
had changed to pushbutton, plus they are a lot more sensitive in the
volume control. I remember the first time David rang and Master put me on
to speak with him. All the time he kept telling me not to yell into it,
that didn't take me long to come to terms with. But that brings me to
the Sunday of that same weekend. David rang to ask Master if he could
come Wednesday afternoon to visit me, as he has an appointment out this
way at 12:30. That was quite OK. with Master as he knows how I like to
see him, the only friend away from Masters that I have. Well after that
call Sir knew who it was and the chances of them meeting could quite
possible happen. So it was decided I'm to ask David if he'd like to
come visit next weekend. As there's someone who'd like to meet him
again. It was now up to me to invite David, plus warn him that he may be
shocked at who it is. But that is all I'm to say.


It was early Monday afternoon came a knock at the front door, my stomach
sunk, knowing who it would be. I opened the door to a man in his 40's I
guessed, of slim build. Looked very much the school teacher type, that's
all I need right now, I thought.
"Hello! you must be Tim," as he put his hand out "I'm Peter Fowler the
career adviser."
"Yes I'm Timothy," I advised him, while putting out my hand to meet his.
A nice warm firm handshake he had also. The sort which is sincere, you
feel you can trust, or is that just me?
After inviting him in and the normal small talk, wanting to know what
happened etc. which I didn't really feel like talking about now. So I
quickly asked if he'd like a Tea or Coffee, at least that'll get me
away from that line of questioning. As I was making the Coffee I thought,
I hope this is alright, me doing this without getting Master permission.
Acting like I have the run of the place. Coffee made, Oh! how am I going
to take it in to him. Here I am only able to walking with the help of two
aluminium sticks. There's only one thing for it, he'll have to come get
his own Coffee. Back in the lounge, I was offered a couple of catalogues
to browse through seen as I wasn't drinking. Gee! there was so much
stuff in them it'd take all afternoon to just read them. But that
wasn't his idea, Oh No! they were to stay with me to look over with `Mr
Johnson' my Master.


It was down to business now Coffee is drunk. Like questions about my
education, where I went to college, how long I stayed there, why did I
leave so early and so on. I was beginning to again feel like a naughty
little schoolboy who took another day off [like I often did, so I
wouldn't get bullied in some classes]
"Now to see how much you know on certain subjects, I have these test
papers I'd like you to do for me." with a bloody big smile he handed
over two full scape sheets with questions on both sides. No not just tick
the box or write yes or no. Oh no that would of been to easy, as I'm
given a pen and blank sheets of paper to write my answers on. Holy shit I
thought as I looked at them. How long does he think this is going to take
me. Well he knew, as I got informed I have two hours to answer as many
questions as possible. There I now sat at the diningroom table reading
through all this stuff, while Mr Fowler [well that's how we had to
address teachers at college, so what's different now] sat reading a book
or writing something in another book possible about me. Remember at
school how the clock always took twice as long to tick by than it did
when outside playing? Well this afternoon was just like that all over
again. I'm sure now teachers do it on prepose. I bet Sir is like this
also, must ask David on Wednesday if he is at test time. Well I got a lot
answered and with a lot of spelling mistakes, I know nothing much has
improved. The papers were mostly general knowledge, Maths, English a lot
of stuff you learn at school, well those who don't mess about do.
Thankfully that was all over, as he took the papers with him. Telling
he'll be in touch in a day or two and for me to study the catalogues. At
least he's learnt by name now, as he called me Timothy this time. Great
as I hate being called Tim, it's to butch boyish for me. The first thing
I did after closing the door, was go put my slave collar back on. At
least I know what I am now, only if I could be in a dress also.


I must of looked very depressed when Master arrived home, as the first
thing he asked was what's wrong with you, are you in pain again? Well
yes my arm was after sitting trying to answer all those question. "Well
my arm is a little sore, But Master it's just that Peter fowler the
career chap has been and I'm feeling like a little schoolboy again." as
I told him all I had to tell and do. Then to my great horror Master could
only laugh at it all. Now with a big smile on my face I said, "it wasn't
funny you know." He just messed up my hair then saying, "it's all for
the best, you'll see." I didn't answer him, but I guess so deep down
inside of me. I then asked Master if he'd like a drink and told him
about offering Peter Fowler a Coffee, "was that alright for me to do."
but quickly added that I didn't have one. Yes all was fine, but I can
also have one, that I need all the liquids I can get now. Great I thought
more liquid in, more discomfort in letting liquid out. I see I'm not
being punished now, so this is another way to punish me.
"So Master does that mean I can have one with you now?" looking
questioningly to him, as I was dying for a drink.
"Yes of course you can, have you had anything to eat since breakfast?" he
asked.
"No Master,"
"Oh God," was his response to that. "Right from now on you must eat in
the middle of the day also. You know you've lost a lot of weight and we
have to put it back. After dinner we're going to have a good talk you
and I." with that he came and gave me a big hug, kissing my forehead at
the same time. I felt so happy now as I wobbled out on my sticks to make
Tea for TWO. Again I had to ask for help, as I was unable to carry the
cups back. So much for being the slave, having to have Master do what
I'm meant to do.


While drinking his Tea, Master studied the catalogues that were left. I
noticed every so often he'd look quickly my way. Wonder what he's
thinking, but knew better than to ask. I'll find out sooner or later no
doubt. Sitting in my wheelchair having my cup of Tea, I suddenly
realized, if I had a tray on this chair. I wouldn't need any ones help
in doing what I have to do. After looking over the chair and thinking,
well babies have trays on there's don't they, so why can't I. So asked
Master if I could speak, yes I know I seem to be able to any time now.
But asking again makes me feel more the submissive slave I'm meant to be
and want to remain. I then mentioned my great idea to Master, yes he
agreed to look into it. Long and behold next day Master arrived home with
a tray for the chair. It was great, I could do lots of stuff on this now.
An idea came into my head, but thought better of it than mention that to
Master. Like wear a bib and eat my food from my bowl like a baby does in
its highchair, as you see better left in my head only, ah!!


Getting back to that `good talk' we were to have. Well I was informed
they didn't want me to keep living the life of a complete slave the way
I've been. In away they hope this setback, will give me time to ween off
from being there complete slave. Yes they know I signed myself to Master
for life. But he said I'm to young and nice a person to spend my life as
a slave the way I am. At the time three years ago it didn't seem as long
as it really is. What they have in mind for me is to get a `normal' job
and live more like Justin and Dan do. As they know how much I crave to be
punished and receive strict disciplined. Well that is just like Justin
and Dan need and get, you know how obedient they are don't you? Master
asked looking straight into my eyes.
"Yes Master I do," I said softly "But who's going to do all your
washing, cleaning the house and all those other things, if I'm out
working." then I made one big mistake my saying, "This is all I'm good
for Master." Did he hit the roof at that, I knew to keep my mouth firmly
shut after dropping that one. Later after he'd calmed downed and I was
getting ready for bed. I asked if he'd keep talking to me the way he has
and please don't start calling me Timothy. That I just want to keep
thinking of myself as your sissy and property. With that he agreed,
giving me another big hug which I'm beginning to enjoy getting from him.


Tuesday came and went without an word from Peter Fowler, thankfully. It
was fun having the tray attached to the chair, but Master wouldn't let
me use it for meals. No that was to be had at the table with him. Well
knowing David is coming tomorrow afternoon. I asked Master if it would be
alright if I could dress up for him. Since talking with him in hospital,
I know he wants to see me as a girl again. Well a lot better one than the
previous effort, that Saturday years ago, as his and Stuart's school
girl. I felt really keen to dress up properly again, even though my hair
is still a bit of a mess. At least I'll feel like the sissy I am, plus
take my mind off losing my status as a full-time slave to Master. Knowing
I couldn't wear the chastity belt now, I promised I wouldn't touch my
clittie. Yes!! Master said I could, Wonderful, now I know what is going
to fill up my morning tomorrow. Yes trying to make myself look as pretty
and feminine as possible, even with this heavy plaster-cast hanging on.


I don't know why, but all night in bed I kept waking, thinking about
David's visit. It's the first time anyone has ever visited me, what do
I talk about. Hope I won't be that same nervous sissy-boy from college,
like at his place. Will he think I'm as pretty as I feel when I'm
dressed up, will he want to know what's made me into a slave, will he
try talking me away from it. Well that's to late anyway by what Master
has planned, but what I don't want. Will he be sweet and caring as when
I saw him in hospital. All these thoughts going around in my head, all I
want to do is sleep!!! And wouldn't you know it, the time once again
seemed to be on a go slow. That was till I heard Master up and about,
waking me from a deep sleep, why does it always happen that way.


With all those morning things over, but with very little help from me.
Like being able to dry Master after his shower, helping him dress. No I
can only watch, praying for the day I can once again be doing these jobs.
Then after telling me to enjoy my day, but remember you're not! going to
juice clittie. This is another thing, all I can do now is give Master a
hug, wishing him a good day. No getting down to lick and kiss his feet,
Shit!!! Shit!! Shit!


Tiding up the best I could downstairs, then up stairs to take on the task
of once again transforming myself into a feminine looking girl. Well the
idea was there, but putting it into practice is another thing. Right from
the start, like just putting on and fastening the bra, became an effort
in it's self. My right shoulder didn't want to let me turn up my back,
so had to be fastened in front then turned and worked up. Good job I've
got a couple of hours to complete this transformation. Next it was on
with the pale blue silk petty tied secure behind the ball sac with two
narrow white satin ribbons. Did that get me aroused, just looking at it
hanging there. The soft gentle caressing on the inner thighs, well one
anyway. Now came the impossible task, trying to put one stocking on one
good leg. That along with the putting on of my silver satin boxers that
Master had prettied up with lace and bows. After some time, I decided it
was like trying the put the squire peg in the round hole. So gave that
away, thinking I might ask David if he'd like to help, hope he will. The
completion of my change went smoothly. It was so nice to once again feel
the softness of silk caressing my body. looking in the mirror to see
looking back at me, a feminine figure. But not quite as what I'd wished,
I say that because the hair was still a mess, below the hem of the dress
stood now a hairy leg. I stood wondering whether a big mistake had been
made by wanting to dress up. Also should I wear my slave collar or the
lovely satin and lace choker, decided the choker would be best. Could
help overcome the lack of femininity I see before me. I just wished I
could let David see me the way I would of loved those years ago with him
and Stuart. It's so hard trying to dress little alone do a
transformation while standing on crutches. I finished up not looking the
pretty female I have so many times before, even the weight loss could be
noticed now. Will David just think of me as another boy in a dress. Well,
will just have to wait and see, there wasn't time now for another slow
change, plus removing the make up. Decided one high heel is better than
none, so on that went. Only to finish chucking it down the stairs, as no
way was I now going to try hopping down in that. I have enough trouble as
it is getting down without help.


Looking at the clock, I didn't realize just how long this has taken. As
the next thing there came a knock on the front door. The first thing now
to come into my mind `I hope David doesn't laugh at what he sees as I
open the door.' No he didn't, but I noticed him looking me over. Was he
thinking the way I thought, it was hard to tell. So quickly I apologised
for what stood before him, trying to explain the Dilemma I found myself
in, trying to look like a pretty girl for him. As a perfect gentleman he
said I did look beautiful, putting his arms around me in a warm hug. He
also looked so stunningly handsome, his suntanned complexion showed of
his lightweight charcoal gray suit, white shirt, blue and silver mottled
satin tie and white silk in the top pocket to perfection. I could of
stayed in his embrace all afternoon, even the smell of his hair gel held
my face to his like a magnet. Before separating I gave him a light kiss
on the cheek. While telling him how handsome he looks, how I love seeing
men well dressed. He blushing, as he said "Oh thank you for the
complement." followed by, "You can do better than that can't you." as he
moved his face away to look at me pointing to the cheek I'd just kissed.
"Oh yes, I sure can," then uneasily went to turn for his lips in a rush,
hence just about fell. Don't know why I moved so quickly, he wasn't
going anywhere, was he. David then decided we close the door and move on
in. Which was a good idea, I thought also.


In the lounge I had to stand, while he had a good look at this sissy
before him. Saying how he wished I could of been dressed up more often
with him and Stuart. I told him about not being able to put on panties or
even the one stocking. Yes my plan worked, he was keen to help me out, so
up to my room we went. The first thing he noticed was Prince sitting
happily on my bed in his white satin shirt, Golden colour silk hanky
under his collar, as a scarf and navy pants. At least I'd told him all
about having Prince in the hospital, so that was no surprise to him. Just
looking to me saying, "you are a real sissy aren't you." I felt my face
going many shades of red not knowing where to look. His arm went around
me "Hey! I didn't mean to embarrass you by saying that." A little kiss
on the cheek quickly made me feel better about it. As I told him again
how I just love having Prince so much. How those years earlier I had no
one else to love, or talk to. His hand stroked throw my hair as he asked,
"Is that why you were so keen to play with my sisters doll?" without
looking at him I said quietly, "Yes I think so, I really loved that and
youse didn't laugh at me either." that earned me another we kiss, oh how
I could get used to these kisses from him.


With a little help from me one stay-up stocking went gently up my right
leg. Even a pink satin and white lace garter just above the knee, he said
it looks more feminine. He was so taken with the little penis petty, as
he played with it. Which in turn had me with an erection in on time. I
could tell he was the same way between his legs, his eyes turned up to
meet mine. We just looked at each other, not saying a word, we didn't
have to. Putting my hands on his head, closing my eyes, I felt his warm
breath right over my petty covered clit. I didn't know what to do,
remembering Master saying not to juice my clitty before he left. David's
lips were now kissing over it, as he kept saying how pretty it looked.
God! I was wanting it so bad from him, but also I didn't want Master to
think he can't trust me without my belt on. Gentle I turned his head up
to look at me and just said, "Please David not just now, please." hoping
he'd understand, but feeling a bit like a cock teasing slut.
"I'm not going to suck you off, I just wanted to kiss it, it looks so
beautiful dressed up and smells so sexy also." as he stayed on his knees,
one hand around my butt the other up under my petticoat, caressing over
my stomach.
I felt so mean stopping him, knowing what it's like when you're so
aroused. So told him I'll explain it all shortly. I couldn't even bend
down to kiss his beautiful head, so stroked it, hopefully showing I did
care about his aroused state. Slowly he stood kissed me deeply before
getting my pretty silver satin boxers to put on me. Noticing the way he
looked at them, realizing they were normal male boxers with a few
additions. "That's something else I have to explain," I told him. "You
don't have to explain anything, I know what a sissy you are." with that
he got down working them slowly up my legs, making sure to kiss clitty
before covering it. Getting up from his knees, then asked if I'd show
him all my feminine clothes. I was so pleased he showed such an interest
in what I wear. At least now all my dresses etc. are in my room now not
locked in the closet where Master would give me what he wanted me to
wear. So told David to just open the wardrobe, everything is hanging in
there or in the draws. He just looked at me, "you don't mind me going
throw your draws?" in a surprised voice.
"No I'm not allowed anything private." So I stood on my sticks while he
had a quick look, taking out a dress or blouse to get a better view of.
Holding a petticoat close to him, commenting on the beautiful softness of
it. I noticed how he liked touching the little things in the draws, and
was quite taken when he saw my embroidered pinafores and handkerchiefs in
there. Closing the last draw he told me how he can't wait till he's
able to take me out dressed as his girl. I blushed deeply and felt so
flattered that someone would ever say that to me.


Back downstairs I asked what he'd like to drink. Oh! Unfortunately I
couldn't offer what he wanted. As that belonged to Master and I don't
have permission to get into that. So the options were very limited,
Coffee or Tea it had to be, Coffee for two it was. We then sat and had a
real good talk about everything, from college till now. Firstly before I
forgot I mentioned about Master inviting him one day next weekend. As
there is someone who wants to meet him again. Of course he was keen to
know who, but I couldn't say, only said it'll be quite a surprise for
him and hopefully a pleasant one. His expectance was sealed with a lovely
kiss, and even the taste of his tongue.


I found out how he and others had a great dislike for my brother. That
some couldn't understand how a brother could treat the other the way he
did or let others treated me. He told me also, that after that Saturday,
he and Stuart played about with each-other at times. It was then he
realized how he wanted and enjoyed sex with either male or female. One
night he even stood his girlfriend up to go with a man who wanted to
"Fuck the shit out of him." His words not mine, I'll never forget him
saying that, thinking how often I tried to find a man to do it to me. And
how long I had to wait, then lose it in front of all Masters friends.


I really felt comfortable now talking with him after hearing about him
and what he's done. Not just in a sexual way either. So when he wanted
to know all about me, I now found it easy telling him. I told him about
leaving home, how I couldn't take it anymore. Living in the bedsit,
about buying Prince, as I couldn't afford a doll like I'd played with
that day and so on. Then started explaining why I couldn't let him suck
me off upstairs, what Master had said that morning. Then about being his
slave and property, signing myself completely to him. About standing
stripping naked, just so I could see what I owned, then told to take off
the watch and signet ring and drop them with my clothes. Now to be told
this body even belonged totally to him. That I don't own anything,
whatever I wear belong to Master. All this time David just sat listening
without a word. Noticing his silence, I said "You don't understand how I
could do that, do you?"
"No I don't really," he said shaking his head.
It was so hard to explain, how I had this need to be owned, completely
controlled. Then to read this advert in the Gay paper, I knew that was
me. The thought of being a house-boy, dressing in girls clothes, knowing
how feminine I was. It didn't say anything about being a slave as such
or being punished the way I have been. But how I hoped I would be,
writing my reply a couple of times trying to make it known how I wanted
to be the one. The agonizing wait till I received a reply, inviting me
for the interview. That morning, the time I spent getting ready, even
ironing everything again before putting it on, because I wanted to look
perfect, to show a good impression. How nervous I was arriving at the
front gate, standing touching everything to see it was right before
taking those last few steps. Afterwards going home and only having Prince
to talk to about it, telling just a cuddly teddy-bear my feelings of what
I hope I'll be. Going home that night after work to find the letter. Not
saying the words, but indicating to me, I'm about to become the slave
I've been wanting to be.


I stopped then as I didn't want to bore him with it all. He told me he
wanted to know everything, that he's beginning to understand. So I
promised later, then went on about now. About having Peter Fowler up on
Monday and feeling like a schoolboy again. He also thought it was funny,
so told him he has a sadistic sense of humour like Master, as he only
laughed also. David also thinks it's a good idea for me to study
something. Seems he also knows I'll be a long time with this bunged up
leg. Why everyone knows these things except me.


It was getting time that David had to go. I felt bad about upstairs not
letting him have me. So asked If I could at least wank him off now, I'd
like nothing better than to have his sperm in my mouth to savour tonight.
Pulling him close to me kissing him, promising that I'd love to do
whatever he wanted. But I'd have to run it by Master first. Telling him
how Master knew how pleased I was to see you again and he knows how I
like you. But David said No, he didn't come to see me for sex, only he
couldn't help touching my clit like he did. Then said he came because he
also likes me. There will be many more times to enjoy each others
company. I knew what he meant by that, it made me feel so good thinking
me likes me, looking to him with a `I can't wait' smile. Standing at
the door having a final hug before he left, again he asked who would be
there over the weekend. All I said was, "It'll be a big surprise for
you."
With that we had a quick goodbye hug and kiss, I stood watching him
walking down the path still thinking how pleased I am to see him again.


I was lying on the couch when Master arrived home resting one aching leg.
After talking about David's visit and sorting things out about what I
can and can't do. Which really was what I can do, even offer him to
drink, the can't do is I can't have the same sort of drink. Now he sat
opposite me, looking with a big smile. Just in doing that I knew
something was up, look what I've got, waving an A4 envelope in my face.
I knew exactly what it contained. "Should I open it now or later" Master
asked. "Later please Master, much later would be fine." I suggested.
"Think I'll get a nice long whisky, then we'll have a good inside." he
got up showing it to me again then taking the envelope with him. God
he's a big tease. On his return, I made out I'd gone to sleep. Quickly
my eyes opened as cold water trickled on my face. "The sooner you find
out what's inside the better," as I got handed a glass of water. Then
Master sat with his small glass of Whisky, putting it down to make a show
of opening this envelope. Reading it quietly to himself, every so often
looking over the pages towards me, then back again. That nervous tension
returned to my stomach, even to my hand, as I sat holding a now shaking
glass of water. Thinking to myself, `please Master say something' he
didn't even have a sip of the Whisky. Just sat reading every 7 pages of
it. Finally he had it read, still holding it as he at last had a drink.
Looking straight at me, I was told it doesn't make the best of reading.
It is suggested you do a Correspondence School course for your `A'
levels at the end of the year. My heart sunk, I have to be a school boy
again. I couldn't hold back as I just started crying, pleading with
Master not to do this to me. Trying to ask, haven't I been a good slave,
is this why. Pleading, promising I do better once I get this of my bloody
leg. Trying to make him realize a slave is all I am.


Next thing Master was sitting beside me holding me close, my head resting
on his shoulder as my sobbing continued. Lightly stroking my head,
telling me how this is really for the best. That they love me to much to
keep using me as the slave like I've been used. Again he mentioned
Justin and Dan, I told him I didn't want to me like them. Nothing more
was said, Master kept holding me close, stroking my head with the odd
kiss I felt. Till my crying subsided, then gave me his hanky to wipe my
eyes and snotty nose clean.
"Now I want you to sit quietly and read this while I get us a meal. Is
that understood,"
"Yes Master," was all I said, as he then handed me all this to read.
Believe me it didn't make the best of reading either, I can see why
Master kept looking at me as he read it. I can see why Master thinks
study would be the best thing for me, but I can't let him know I agree,
just yet.


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This Chapter is getting a little bigger than I anticipated. So am putting
it up in two parts. Easier for reading, I think and hope you enjoy. Chapter
17 in a few day I promise!!! Also, I love hearing from you with your
comments, love, Matthew.  femboynz@yahoo.com