Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2004 17:53:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew O'Shea <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: A New Life for Timothy Chapter 4  Transgender Authoritarian.

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

A new life for Timothy.

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Firstly let me say I'm sorry for the delay in writing this chapter.

Reason being I've been a most Wonderful holiday to Vancouver and
Seattle.

The only bad part about it was coming home again and not meeting any
"Lovely people" even to just talk with. Oh well, Matthew.

Chapter 4.

It was after a beautiful contented nights sleep. That I had to be woken
by My Lord coming to remove the locks of the restrains. He just smiled at
me as he saw I was still holding his handkerchief firmly in my hand.
Drawing it towards my face, to my lips, just to again feel something of
My Lord on me. I couldn't help but think of all the pleasure I was given
last night. I just had to Kiss it,

"You loved me using that on you didn't you," he asked.

"Oh yes I really did My Lord," I told him.

Quickly I came back to earth, once I was told to get down to his feet. I
knew they must need to be worshipped with my tongue, yes they did. Once
satisfied, I was sent of to prepare My Lords breakfast while he shaved
etc. On my arrival in the bathroom I noticed My Lord was finishing his
shower. But all the water was just left in the plugged bath. Once I had
finished drying, putting his deodorants Etc. on. I was informed that I
was to bath in his used water, and that's the way it'll be from now on.
I just looked at the small amount of water, then at My Lord about to ask
if I could add a little more. But was quicky told to get in and clean my
disgusting body. I knew I wasn't in no any position to question him. So
meekly I took off my nighty then removed my plastics and nappy putting
them in the bucket to wash later.

"Is it warm enough for you?" He asked.

"Yes thank you, My Lord," I said, but thinking I wish it was hotter.
Knowing what I'm on trial for, I had no rights to ask for some extra hot
water. Or even more water for that matter.

"While you're there shave around that cock and balls, I could feel
bristles their last night. I don't want that to happen again, or else.
Do you understand!!" I was asked in a very firm voice.

"Yes, I'm sorry My Lord I won't let it happen again."

"Have you ever had your nuts hit," as he looked at them.

"No My Lord."

"You will if I detect any growth there again."

I didn't answer, I just nodded my head. Which wasn't a good enough way
to answer, I soon found out as he took hold of my hair pulling my head
back.

To ask, "HAVE YOU A TONGUE IN THAT HEAD OF YOURS!"

It didn't take another breath before I agreed to have them clean shaven
at all times from now on. Again telling him how sorry I am for
disappointing him.

"Good! that also means up in your Pussy as well."

Still being a little naive to some of these things, I just looked up to
him in a questioning way.

"Oh!! Your boy pussy you're still a virgin aren't. That hole you're
sitting on is your Sissy Pussy. You will learn very quickly, what you
are."

I was then left to get on with what I had to do. Making sure the shaving
around my genitals was as close as I could possible get it. After bathing
I went to the basin to shave, again I found his used water still there
from his shaving and teeth cleaning. I could of let it out and refill. My
Lord wouldn't of known. But, I know what I'm going to be and having to
use My Lords waste water I felt honoured to use.

Heading downstairs, the smell of Bacon and eggs filled the air. Oh great,
I love Bacon and eggs. Entering the dinning room, I was straight away
ordered to remove my dressing gown to have all my cleaning inspected. My
Lords hand started feeling all over my genital area even bending over to
made sure "pussy" was clean shaven. Unfortunately it wasn't, so was
given a few very hard slats across my backside. Being told I'd be shown
how it's to be looking tonight. Next it was lifting each arm for pit
inspection. I just thought NO!!!! because I hadn't touch under them with
the raiser. I didn't please My Lord, as he just yelled.

"GET ON YOUR KNEES!! YOU LACKADAISICAL BITCH!!!"

Holding my head up by a handful of hair. So I was looking right into his
eyes. I was asked if he had to supervise my bathing, just like a child.
Don't you know how to keep a sissy body nice and CLEAN!. Then his right
hand just slapped a couple of stinging blows back n forth across my face.
My eyes began filling with tears, not because of the punishment. That I
know I deserve and need. But because I was feeling I'm failing My Lords
test and will possible be dismissed. That I don't know how I would
handle, as I so much want to be his serf. I just collapsed into his lap
crying, begging forgiveness, promising that I'll do better and how I
know that I've disappointed him so far in many ways. He just left me
lying there for a bit, while he finished his breakfast. Then I felt his
hand stroking my head, before pushing me off and handing me his plate.
Telling me to lick it clean. I took it and worked my tongue all over it
the best I knew how, checking to make sure I got everything off of it.
Satisfied with my effort, his knife and fork were then to have the same
attention shown to them. That I did with pleasure.

"Now take them into the kitchen and you'll find your breakfast on the
bench waiting for you."

I stood about to put my dressing gown back on, but.

"No!! Go just as you are," came the order.

Sure he noticed my semi erection coming up and wanted to see how I
handled it. I was determent to keep control. As that would be the last
strew if I touched it, I'm sure.

Sitting on the kitchen bench was a bowl of crushed up bread soaking in a
some milk, next to it a teaspoon to eat it with. So much for that lovely
smell and wish I had of the bacon and eggs I got a little earlier. Can't
say I enjoyed my mush, but I know better than to say anything. I was just
about finished when My Lord suddenly pushed the door open, came in had a
good look towards my penis. How pleased I was I hadn't touched it. Yet I
was now displaying a full blown erection.

"Have you been playing with it!" he firmly questioned me.

"No, I promise My Lord I haven't touched it, it just came up all my
itself"

"You haven't thought of touching it."

"Well ...... I can't My Lord, I must try to be good for you," I told
him.

"Right then, I'll help you to be good."

With that he left, to return with the spray can plus my little ring. What
ever is in that spray doesn't take long before I get a swivelled up
freezing little pecker.

"Now come here and we'll get this on straight away. You'll like that
won't you," I was asked, knowing I really had no say in the matter.

I stood watching as the we operation took place once again. Pulling the
skin back over it with a we pat. I was informed I could wear my pretty
pale Lemon silk petty on it today. "Won't that be nice," he asked.

"Oh Yes, thank you My Lord, I'll love that," knowing how much I've
loved wearing a petty also.

It was now up stairs to get My Lord Dressed, ready for work. A duty I
really love doing. Before I got to dressing My Lord. I had a pretty red
lace Bra put on, then my lovely petty fitted over my penis and tied at
the base with two long narrow deeper shade of lemon satin ribbons, that
is fed through a lace top. Yes, it looked and felt just so beautiful
hanging between my legs. But that Ring has a lot of control over how much
I enjoy its sensual feeling. With no time to dwell on myself, it was on
with dressing My Lord, getting him ready, looking immaculate as always,
before he leaves for work. With My Lord now dressed and looking the most
handsome man that he is. It's now time for me to put on my red satin and
lace topped camisole, a light pink pair of nylon blooms with "Pansy"
written boldly across the leg in dark blue. Then with my half hose on,
I'm ready to go with My Lord to the door. To get on my knees, down to
kiss his feet before he leaves. As I knelt up again, I was told there a
extra list in my room with what I'm to get done today. Plus what I'm to
wear.

Back in my room I read the list of things to do. I gather I'm going to
have a very busy day. Which is good because I hope it'll prove that I do
want to work hard and please My Lord. As I started dressing, I noticed my
red camisole showing distinctively though the while shirt. Even the
waistcoat and bow tie didn't do much in covering what I was wearing
underneath. I must confess, I did feel wonderful, I felt very pretty,
very feminine. I couldn't ponder my thoughts, I had to get on with my
chores. All this extra I'm sure is just a little test in my ability to
obey My Lords orders. In that I don't want to be a failure. I'm sure
the day would of gone a lot better had it not been for my little
controller down below. The pain it gives me each time I start having any
stimulation or sexual thoughts. It takes a minute or two before my cock
will surrender and swivel up again.

By the time My Lord arrived home I had just about everything done. Only
ironing and cleaning the inside of his car, were still to be done. Again
after his inspection nothing was said about my effort or lack of. I was
summoned to his room to change him into something more casual before
dinner. Again once serving his meal, I had to stand behind and just to
the left of My Lord as he dined. When he'd finished I was ordered to
come kneel beside him and given his plate, knife and fork to again lick
clean and told to thank him for that pleasure. Which I did before being
sent to the kitchen to get my meal and take it into My Lord. Returning
with it My Lord took it and mashed it all up again. Then sent me back to
the kitchen to eat it, do the dishes and not to be long at it either,
were the last remarks before departing his company.

On returning to the lounge, I noticed my beautiful Silver satin petticoat
a pair of stocking and garters lying over the coffee table. My Lord was
sitting comfortably in his armchair with feet up on the soft stool.

"Come here and start undressing," I was told as soon as entering the
room.

I walked over to where he was pointing in front of him and started
undressing. Being careful to fold everything as I went, placing them on
the table next to the pretty petticoat. But, was quickly told not to put
them there.

"Over by the door and on the floor is where, they belong," I was firmly
told.

"Yes My Lord,"

So as I took off and folded each item I had to walk it over to the door
and place it down neatly in a pile from shoes, trousers, waistcoat,
shirt, bow tie then camisole and the half hose being on top.

Standing now just in panties and bra in front of My Lord. I had to put
hands on my head and get closer to him, and turn around. In doing so I
felt his hand lower my panties and go under between my legs.

"What did I say about this, this morning?" He asked.

"That we'll have do take care of it tonight, My Lord."

"Well, you have remembered something you are told. Now go get the raiser
and in the cabinet you'll find a bottle of baby oil, and get a small
towel. NOW GO!"

Without hesitation, I took off. Returning soon after with items in hand.
I had to bend over with legs apart, holding each ankle. A little oil got
wiped around my "Pussy" before I felt the raiser being put to work up
there. With that done to his satisfaction. I had to wipe myself and feel
how he wants to see it from now on. It was now the turn of under the
arms. Only this I had to do myself, which was made a little more
difficult my not being able to see what I was going.

After returning raiser Etc. to the bathroom. I returned to be told to put
on my stay up stockings and garters. I picked up the stockings, they felt
just so soft, silky and beautiful. I took them in my hands, holding them
gently to my face just to have that lovely silky feeling at my lips. I
still haven't worn stocking that often so far, as My Lord doesn't want
me catching them on anything while working. Hence it took a bit longer
getting them on. But one good thing, I was able to sit at My Lords feet
as I slowly worked them up each leg. My legs looked so lovely then with
the 2in Blue satin n white lace garter that had a royal blue satin bow at
the side. Now it's time to take up that exquisite looking silver satin
Petticoat. "Oh God! This is just the most beautiful thing in the world My
Lord," I said as I took it into my arms cuddling it into me, gently
caressing it over my body. Resting my face onto it, kissing it just to
show how I'm loving having it. It's also the first time to be wearing a
petticoat, I am so looking forward to putting it on, feeling its gentle
touch on my body. I then tried to beg to My Lord to remove my Ring. Which
he has left on me. Telling him how I'll be so good, promising not to
even think of touching, I know I'd be given a good spanking if I did.
But My Lord it's really hurting and this lingerie is just so divine.
That my whole body is just getting so inflamed with its feminine
feelings. After my outburst, I was just cooly asked.

"What is it you told me you do want to be?"

"I want to be your slave My Lord," I proudly told him.

"Well do you realize a slave does just what it is told. Doesn't ask for
what it wants, or to have relief from some discomfort?" he said cooly to
me

"Now put your petticoat on without another word."

Standing facing My Lord, I slowly raised my arms letting go of the
delicate piece of clothing, slowly I felt it cascading down softly over
my emotionally charged body. The feeling of now standing there wearing
such a delightful garment was so overwhelming. Tears came to my eyes as I
knelt to thank My Lord for having me wear such beautiful things. I then
had to stand close beside him, his hands wondered all over my excited
electrified body. The pain coming from my restrained cock was now numbed
by the wonderful thoughts of what I am wearing. Plus listening to My Lord
telling me just what a little pansy boy I am. I could tell he was also
turned on by having me this way.

After caressing over my pretty Petticoat and panties for a while. I was
taken out into the hallway, OH! how wonderful that was walking out there
with the skirt swirling around touching my stocking covered legs. Which
also felt so amazing encased in beautiful silk. In the hallway My Lord
must of taken pity in the condition I was in. So with a little use of the
spray on my penis, he then took the small pliers to remove the
controlling ring. I couldn't thank him enough for the relief I now had.
Then I was allowed to admire myself in the hall mirror. Yes I looked the
way I felt, very pretty. The soft silver lace on the bodice let the red
of my bra show through and the lace around the hem. Oh! I was feeling
just so feminine. I lifted the front of the petticoat so I could get a
good look at my stocking legs as well. I was shaking with enthusiasm as I
looked, swirling around watching the skirt fan out a little feathering my
legs as I slowed. I turned to My Lord saying, how lucky girls are to be
able to wear such adorable underwear all the time. No wonder they also
like to be looking pretty.

"I think you have been looking long enough, back to the lounge," as he
turned and pushed me towards the door.

Sitting comfortably back in his armchair, I was told to sit on the floor
between his legs. I did, making sure the petticoat didn't get crushed
under me. Again I started thanking My Lord for having me wear such
adorable things. I even bent down and kissed his leg, looking up again
quickly just in case I shouldn't of done that. It was OK. As he pulled
my head into his lap, stroking my head a little. As he turned the TV on,
I was told

"You can spend some time enjoying my fingers."

With that a finger went straight into my mouth, being worked back and
forth like a wee cock. Oh yes, I enjoyed that as I sucked, licked,
tongued just like it was the real thing. My Lord realizing how I was
enjoying it, so then in went another to keep it company. At one stage I
thought he was about to pull out, so quickly wrapped my hands over his to
keep it there. Just like a baby holding its bottle. He must of known I
was quite contented sucking his fingers as they stayed there. At times
being pushed deeper towards my throat, making me reach a few times. Then
without warning, I was just pushed away, being told

"You're getting to excited, you're just a slut aren't you?"

Not knowing what to say, I just bowed my head, saying "sorry My Lord."

"Go pick up your clothes and up to your room," I was told.

Without a word I did as ordered. In my room I didn't quite know what to
do. Do I get myself ready for bed, do I wait for My Lord to come. I
decided the sound option could be the safest to take. So I put my clothes
away, then stood and waited.

In a few minutes My Lord entered with paddle in hand.

"You know what this is for," pointing the paddle at me.

"Yes My Lord, it's to punish me with."

"Do you remember why?" looking firmly at me.

All of a sudden I remembered my shaving this morning, so I told him that.

"Now, feet on the floor and lie across the bed."

As I lay there I felt my petticoat being raised up over the panties. His
hand started kneading the panty enwrapped cheeks. Without any warning,
Whack!! Whack!! Whack!! The paddle struck its stinging blows across each
cheek. A little rub before it was Whack!!! Whack!!! Whack!!! again. I
started to whine and twitch about, but was told that wouldn't stop me
getting what I deserved. The assault on my rear continued till my cheeks
were burning and eyes were weeping. The paddle then lay beside me after
15 firm blows. After a minute or so I got up and on my knees to thank My
Lord for the punishment I've just been given.

"Come on now we'll get you to bed, seen as you're nice and warm."

It felt such a shame to be taking off these lovely clothes. But at least
I knew I'll be wearing them again. Before the nappy went on, I had to
lie on my stomach while some ointment was wiped over my burning backside.

I drifted of to sleep with an erection I'm unable to touch. As I'm
thinking of how pretty I felt in my petticoat and stockings. Also with
the burning backside reminding me of what could be in store for me.

The following morning started as normal. Only I was given what I
considered to be my best or prettiest underwear to put on. It was all in
a fine white satin, the camisole also had fine lace across the bodice. My
Lord put my pale blue satin and lace penis garter on tied with white
bows. It was when at the door after having my ring put on. That I was
informed, that I'll be having a visitor about 12-30. I wasn't told who
or what for and after last night, I knew not to ask as my backside is
still sore. With that My Lord departed, leaving me wondering just who.
The rest of the morning seemed to go very quickly. Even though my stomach
was full of butterflies again. Then it happened, the doorbell rang
announcing the arrival of my visitor. Checking myself over first, then
nervously walking what seemed like a mile to open the door, but was only
down one flight of stairs and eight paces.

On opening the door, a hand of greeting came out.

"Hello I'm Stuart, I believe you're expecting me," he said very calmly.

"Yes, I was told to expect you, come on in." as I opened the door
further. He was a smartly dresses chap about late 20's the same height as
My Lord I'd say. Slim with collar length light brown hair, a good
looking face, also with a very cheeky smile and nice dimple on left his
cheek, I was to find out.

"Do you know why I've come?" he asked.

"No not at all, I was just told someone was coming at this time."

"Nothing like a good surprise is there," he said with that lovely smile.

"Shell we go and talk about it."

"Oh, yes, follow me," I said leading him into the lounge.

As we sat facing each other. I was informed he was going to teach me
about cosmetics and how to apply make up Etc. I sat up as I became very
interested in this. Not only am I to wear pretty clothes, But make up as
well. The thought made me feel even more feminine.

After a we talk about how I felt about wearing make up, plus my dressing
up. He told me this is the best thing for a Sissy boy like me. I just
blushed a deep red, but knew what he said was quite true. The enthusiasm
of being made up, suddenly had repercussions down at my restrained penis.
By his looks, I guess he knew I was having erection problems. He just
said not to worry about it. It happens all the time when a chap first
starts putting make up on. I guess he didn't know half of why I felt
uncomfortable. I couldn't say I'm wearing a chastity ring to keep me
under control, could I.

He gave me a little book on make up hints, which I was quite looking
forward to reading later. Then he got started on me. Firstly it was
shaping and filing of my finger nails. Teaching me how to apply the
polish so it's not to thick or uneven. I found out there's a lot more
to it than just painting it on. By the time I had applied the polish a
few time, I was getting quite good at it, I think. With that mastered, it
as on to the main thing, my face. So it was up to my bedroom, where he
set out all the make up, ready for the beautiful make over. I had to take
off my tie and undo my shirt, so a towel could cover the collar. Noticing
my camisole and bra, I had to undo the rest of the buttons for him. I got
all embarrassed when he told me how pretty they were and said when he's
finished I'll look a beautiful girl.

My hair was pulled back of my face and a scarf tied over it so it
wouldn't be in the way as the make up was applied. Just seeing myself
wearing the head scarf had me feeling so very pretty. With some tissues
and a cream, my face was cleaned. As he started applying the foundation,
right through to the final touch of lipstick. I was shown precisely how
to put each on, when I should wear a little make up to when I should wear
bolder shades. All the time watching as he changed my image. I was
feeling more and more feminine, wanting to stay this way forever. Once
Stuart had finished, I looked in the mirror at the face of a very pretty
girl sitting there. Yes, I felt so much that girl I was looking at.
Stuart told me what a pretty girl I was, saying how young girls can't
wait for the time to start wearing make up. "Isn't that right" he asked.
Hope he didn't think I was a girl. When he arrived he knew I was male,
I'm sure. Oh well I agreed with him anyway. My beautiful face wasn't to
last, as he cleaned it all off. Telling me to start doing myself up. I
won't go thought it all, other than to say it took a while for me to
master. But in time and a few clean off's I got there. Sitting there
with nails painted in a light pink, my face made up softly. I looked and
felt very feminine, with Stuart also talking to me as a girl. Yes I was
beginning to feel like one. Next I had to learn how to tie a hair ribbon
into a nice bow with even lengths of ribbon hanging below. I didn't have
long hair, so it was just pinning up some at the crown and tying a nice
bow on it. by the time I had finished with this make up instruction I
felt quite exhausted. But was assured it wouldn't take long before I
mastered the art. Which turned out to be quite true. I was so pleased
when he left me three different shades of nail polish and a remover. Plus
a nice supply of make up, telling me when I should wear what.

I was astonished when he was leaving, for him to say. "Don't touch your
make up now, so you can look a very pretty girl for your DADDY." I
didn't know what to answer to that, so I let it be, with a smile. It
wasn't long after Stuart left than My Lord arrived home. I was just so
excited to see him, I put my arms around him, to thank him for having me
made up to look so pretty. That I nearly forgot my main duty, to get down
to kiss his feet.

"Aren't you forgetting something first," as he pointed to the floor.

I was quickly down kissing his feet and thanking him. When I got up
again, I was told how lovely I look and from now on while I'm there with
him, I'm to have my nails painted all the time. I'm to put my make up
on in time for him arriving home. Unless told other wise. After changing
My Lords clothes, I had to strip my male things off. Put on the half slip
that goes with the camisole, plus my full stay up stockings and garters.
I told My Lord about being spoken to as a girl, then referred to My Lord
as my Daddy. He thought that rather funny also, but then said well I
could be.

"I am your Lord and Master, so there's not that much difference."

The rest of the week went very much as per normal. Till Friday, when I
was informed My Lord would be home around 4pm. I had to make sure all my
work was done, but wasn't to put make up on or get his dinner ready. I
was wondering what would be in store for me. Or were we going out
somewhere, that would be nice. As I hadn't been out at night since
arriving there. All day I kept thinking of some nice restaurant we would
go to. But as with all my thoughts and ideas, it was to no avail. It was
just before 4pm. When My Lord arrived home. Once My lord was changed I
was sent to wait in the lounge, while he inspected my days work. I
realized I hadn't everything done, but today I had an hour less to do it
all in. I was soon to find out that was of no consequence. Entering the
lounge I was told straight away to take off my trousers and kneel in
front of My Lord. As I knelt with bowed head I knew this was trouble. I
jerked as I felt him take a hand full of my hair, pushing my head back,
so I was looking straight into his eyes.

"Do you have trouble following orders," he asked.

"No, My Lord."

"Didn't I tell you to have ALL your work done?"

"Yes My Lord, B... But I... ," I didn't get a chance to finish.

"There's no Buts about it, are you just lazy."

"No, My Lord, I was trying to do everything, I haven't stopped since you
left this morning My Lord."

"This is the seconded time this week that you haven't completed your
work."

"Yes I know My Lord," I said, knowing not to say, that was because I had
half of Tuesdays work to do also.

"Yet you were quite happy to spend all the afternoon learning about your
make up, weren't you. So next time you're to slow, you'll be up all
night if need be. Is that understood?" as he pushed my head back further
adding to the pain already there.

"Yes, I understand My Lord. I'm really very sorry for disappointing
you."

The grip on my hair was released, I lowered my head again. Only to be
told to get up and over his lap. In doing so my still restrained cock
seemed to finish up resting between his legs. All of a sudden his hand
landed its agonizing blows across the cheeks of my arse. Just as quickly
the hand was replaced with the strap, which continued its assault and
down to my upper legs. My whimpering soon became crying with the burning
pain I was feeling. I don't know why, but again I started to get an
erection. Only to have the chastity ring add more to my discomfort. As I
cried I tried pleading to have the ring taken off. But no it was to stay.
I ended up getting a few more with the strap, just because of my cock
wanting to stand up. Next thing I was just pushed of onto the floor still
sobbing.

"Crawl into the bathroom,"I was told, his foot started to push me that
way.

I knelt waiting, after few minutes My Lord entered carrying what looked
like a hot water bottle on a stand.

"Take your panties and ribbon off your cock, then kneel in the bath."

As I knelt there facing the back of the bath. I heard water going into
the bottle, suddenly I realized what was about to happen. I knelt
waiting, then it came, straight up this nozzle went deep into my
shithole. I could feel this warm water entering, slowly filling up my
rectum. There seemed to be no stopping, I felt inflated. All of a sudden
I had the lot inside of me.

"Now just stay how you are for a little while," he said.

I started feeling cramps down there wanting to get rid of it all. But no!
I wasn't allowed that, only a patting of my stomach. I could hear and
feel all that water inside as he did that. To add to my humiliation of
not being allowed to release it. With the threat of another strapping if
I did. I could see pre cum hanging from the slit of my penis. I was
fighting the cramps with all my power, dreading another beating. All of a
sudden the nozzle started to be withdrawn.

"Just hold yourself tight for a minute longer," he said, helping me out
of the bath and over to the toilet. I had no sooner sat and out it all
came. It was embarrassing having My Lord standing there watching me
squirting it all out. Even the smell was to much for me. just as quick it
was flushed away, as I continued my discharge. With that completed it was
back in the bath for another clean out. This time the water not anyway
warm and it was left in me to warm up, I think. Plus this time I had to
turn over and lie on my back as he squeezed at my stomach, then back over
again and to lie flat on the stomach. All this adding greatly towards my
discomfort. Till it was decided it's time to let it all go. At least
this lot didn't smell very much. With that over, I had to clean myself
up and the enema tube and nozzle as well as the bath and toilet. As I was
left to get on with it, I was told to go to my bedroom when I'm
finished.

Now finished I went to my room again having to just wait. I must say I
was getting very tensed up just waiting not knowing what was happening. I
went over to look at my make up on the vanity, hoping I'll be getting
made up for tonight, for what ever we are going to be doing. I was
looking at my lipsticks wondering what one I'll be wearing and smelling
that lovely smell they have. When My Lord arrived carrying a covered
tray.

"What are you doing over there," I was firmly asked.

"I was just looking and hoping I'll be putting make up on, My Lord."

"When you are sent to your room or anywhere you don't wonder around. You
just go there, stand and wait. Is that understood?"

"Yes I understand, My Lord," I said in a subdued voice.

"Well you won't be wearing make up tonight my girl. It's an early night
for you, tonight," I was informed.

I just looked with an open mouth, but knew better than to question the
reasoning for it.

"Right now, come on! get yourself undressed, fold everything up and put
them on the vanity chair."

As I now stood there naked, he took great delight in looking over my
body. Squeezing my nipples, his hand went down to my cock n balls just
gently massaging them. But even that was to much for my ring, as it made
me bend over and let out a quiet moan.

"Get on the bed Nancy boy, on your stomach for now."

Lying there, I again had something wiped over those painful marks. Over
on my back, I had that dreadful ring removed at last. It was on with
nappies and plastic panties, before I got up to put on my nighty. It was
one I hadn't wore before, a lovely Lavender full length Chiffon with
long puff sleeves and satin cuffs and around the neckline. It looked and
felt so lovely on, but you can see my plastics and nappy through it. Well
guess I'll be in bed so no one will notice that. Then it was into bed
and wrist restrains on again.

A extra pillow went under my head to help me sitting up a little. On that
tray My Lord had a bowl of mashed up food which he spoon fed to me. After
that a glass of milk, the only thing is I had to swallow a small pill
first. Washing it down then with all that milk. I was then informed that
was a sleeping tablet, as I'll be spending the whole weekend in bed. My
eyes started to water up as I began to cry with fear of what could happen
to me. I was assured that nothing will happen, he'll be watching me the
whole time. It's just that he wants a private weekend and will explain
all after. He said you can think of this also as part of your test, to
see if you can trust your Master and obey such an order. Or do you want
to get up now and leave in the morning. Still trying to stop my crying, I
said no My Lord I don't want to leave. With that he left the room,
returning very soon after with a buzzer that he tied to my restraining
chain. Then set up a video camera at the foot of the bed with a long lead
that went right out the room to a TV control in his bedroom. With all
that done and camera going he came and sat next to me. Telling me how he
liked me and wouldn't let anything happen than would do damage to me.
The extra pillow was removed, he took his handkerchief to wipe the tears
from my cheeks. For the first time since I've been there, he kissed me
on the forehead. It was lovely to feel his soft lips touching me like
that. It was also about the last thing I could remember before drifting
of to sleep.

Each time I woke, My Lord seemed to be there waiting with another bowl of
mushed food and glass of milk. Before I had it he let me out of bed to
walk around a little. I wasn't allowed out of my room at any time. So
after a few minutes, it was back to be re-chained to the bed. Fed,
another pill with milk, followed by a nappy change, tucked in, then left.
Not sure how many times this happened, but I never got round to using my
buzzer. As My Lord always seemed to be there with me.

It was late Sunday afternoon when I woke. This time I could get up and
stay up, much to my delight. I was now a bit weak on my feet, so My Lord
helped me to the bathroom, as I wanted to do poos. After which I had a
warm bath, as I did smell a little after that time, plus to wake me up a
bit also. Instead of getting dressed as I hoped, it was a pair of panties
then back into my nighty. After the bath I felt somewhat better on my
feet, so could easily wake down the stairs. In the kitchen there was a
decent meal waiting for me. Not a spoon this time, but yes, a knife and
fork Not something mushed up either, real looking food with some meat
also, goodie!! I was allowed to leave my dishes till the morning and go
into the lounge to be with My Lord. I just knelt down beside him resting
my head on his leg, nothing was said. It was after about an hour, when I
was sent to make my bed. I was just starting to go back down stairs, as
My Lord was coming up. "Where are you going," he asked.

"I was going back to be with you My Lord."

"Well no, it's back to bed for you. No sleeping tablets this time, just
a good night sleep. You'll wake up a lot better in the morning. Nice and
fresh to do your work."I was told.

So it was back having my nappy put on and wrists restrained again. As he
covered me I thought he was about to tell me why he didn't want me about
the last couple of days. But no, I was just stroked on the head, then
bent over and again kissed me on the forehead with a nice smile. I
thanked him for doing that. I was given another smile as he turned to
leave putting out the light as he went. In no time I had drifted back to
sleep.

I was well awake when My Lord came to release me in the morning. Ready to
start my daily chores. Once My Lord had left for work it didn't take
long before I realized why I wasn't wanted. By the way things were in
his bedroom, in the bathroom, even the kitchen. I could tell there had
been another person there, enjoying his beautiful body. Not that it was
any of by business, but I wondered what they thought of me sleeping the
whole weekend. I began having strange thoughts about what they could of
been doing or could of done to me. But at least I don't feel any
different now, so nothing must of happened. As I was cleaning things in
the kitchen, I noticed in the rubbish tin outside a can that had
contained `Dogs jelly meat' plus other cans which had contained baby
food. knowing there is no dog or baby for that matter. All I could think
of, is that must of been the mush he fed me. I can't say whether I
enjoyed it or not now, Oh well. I wonder what he'll say if I ask him
tonight, it'll give me something to think about till then.

As the day went I found I had a lot more to do catching up. Then there
was also a lot extra washing with all the nappies I had used. Plus a few
things that weren't My Lords, guess they belonged to his guest. I
realized I had to work quicker from now on, as at least half an hour
would be taken up putting on my make up, to be ready for when My Lord
arrived home. The time came for doing my make up and I hadn't finished
all my daily assignments. I knew someone isn't going to be very happy
about that. It was then I thought it prudent not to say anything about
the food tins. In case he thought I was wasting time poking around, then
I'd be in for another strapping.

With make up on looking and must say feeling very pretty, My Lords dinner
prepared ready for when he got home. I stood waiting for the door to
open, then got on my knees. But this time I had to show my made up face
for approval before going down and kissing his feet. Yes he was pleased
with the look. The failure to complete my chores didn't go unnoticed. So
after doing the cleaning up, I spent the rest of the night finishing what
I should of in the day. Fortunately I had all done when I had to get
ready for bed. Only to find because of my slowness in completing
everything in the day. It was over the bed again to be revisited my the
strap. I tried to protest, as there was so much more to do. But only to
be told I had nothing else to do or nowhere to go, only do my house work
like all good pansy boys should. With that the strap landed painfully
across my backside and upper legs again, having me screaming out for
mercy. Which doesn't seem to come until My Lord is satisfied with his
effort of seeing the tears running down my cheeks.

On the Tuesday after My Lord had finished his dinner. I was told when I
had finished in the kitchen, to go to him in his study. That there's
something he wanted to talk to me about. I didn't get a chance to say
anything, I was just sent on my way. While trying to eating my food and
doing the cleaning up, I kept wondering. Was this when he'd say he knew
I was looking in the trash can or I'd seen things in his bedroom and
I'm not going to be kept on. All these thoughts I had and the nervous
feeling in my stomach. Or am I going to be told why he wanted me out off
the way, so kept me tranquillized over the weekend. With everything
cleaned and away, there was nothing else for it but head uneasily towards
the study and face My Lord.

I knocked quietly at the door, waited to be invited in, then slowly
closed the door behind me. My Lord was busy reading something and just
told me to stand in front of his desk. Where he was pointing. I stood
with my hands behind my back and head bowed and my stomach turning this
way and that. I'm sure it was a good couple of minutes before he dropped
the papers and looked straight at me.

"Well I've made my decision about you. But firstly I want to know what
you think and what you want to do." he said in a very cold voice.

I didn't have to think twice, as I knew what I wanted. So without
lifting my head, I just said "My Lord I want nothing else but to be here
serving you as your slave."

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