Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 02:05:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew O'Shea <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: A New Life for Timothy Chapter 6.  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. hope
you'll read and enjoy, send any comments to Matthew at
femboynz@yahoo.com

A new life for Timothy.

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Chapter 6

Quickly I fell to my knees, bowed my head, went to say I'm sorry. But
was just told to keep my SISSY MOUTH SHUT!! unless I'm told to speak.
That made me nervous and fearful of how harsh my punishment would be. As
this is the first time Master has sounded so enraged with me. I knelt
hands at my side, looking to the floor. Master just stood over me. I
could feel the heat of his body, his eyes piercing into me, not a word
was said for a minute or more. Then I was told to remove his trousers. My
hands were shaking as I went to undo his belt and zipper, not knowing
what was to happen to me. As I lowered his trousers, I noticed he had on
the same underpants on as yesterday. The white cotton ones, and Oh! did
they smell. I noticed his semi erect penis pointing up over his left leg.
I was hoping that's for me to suck on, but no.

After removing and folding the trousers up, I placed them on my bed.

"Now Pansy, you can use that faggot mouth of yours by licking and sucking
my undies nice and clean for me. Oh yes, I've worn them since yesterday
to get them ready for you. Yes I even wore them to bed the night before.
Isn't that kind of your Master to think of you like this?"

I didn't know whether to answer or not, till I got a slap over the face.

"Yes you are very kind to me Master," I knew to say quickly this time.

With that, my face was just pulled onto these strong smelling underpants.
I tried to pull back, as the smell of urine and sweat was just to much.
Unfortunately, I had no say in the matter, as his hands went behind my
head and just pulled me in. Holding me there firmly, I couldn't even
turn my head away to take a deep breath. I could feel that hot cock
sitting there, it was the only thing that got me excited.

"Now get that tongue working and fast, the sooner you finish there the
sooner you can have the inside."

I realised there was no way out other than to slowly start licking. The
tip of my tongue went out to touch the lower part of Masters undies coved
cock, hoping to work its way up. But no, with the help of his hands I was
pointed to where I was to go. With the lack of enthusiasm shown by me, it
didn't take much till I felt Master take a handful of my hair. Guiding
me and reminding me with a sharp tug of what my duty is. To lick then
suck over that same area, so I got the full taste of his urine and sweat,
I even think there was stale cum amongst it. I notice his cock was now
fully erect, but that was of little comfort to me. As I had to just keep
on doing my cleaning job. The taste was revolting, but I had to keep on
licking, sucking then swallow the saliva tainted with stale sweaty urine.
All the while Master now kept telling me what a dirty disgusting bitch I
was, how he liked having his underwear cleaned this way by a sissy piss
lover. Once I was put over the head of his cock, I had to just suck over
a wet patch. Oh yes, Master was dribbling a little, as I sucked I
realised it was urine I was sucking up. I kept licking and sucking having
a mouthful of undies in my mouth. They were now wet with my saliva I
think Master must of been getting really turned on, by having me clean
them this way. Now I was allowed to lick and suck all over the area of
his encased penis. That was so good, as I could even feel the heat and
twitching under his undies. I also began to notice, my own cock twitching
back to life. It made me wonder, was it because of being over Masters
stiff cock or was I really beginning to enjoy licking clean his filthy
underpants also.

Satisfied with my performance, I was now told to take off his undies for
him. Great I thought, I might now be able to have that beautiful stiff
cock to suck on. But as I put my hands up to the waistband to take them
down. They were quickly smacked away, as I was told that's what slaves
have got mouths for. Now use it! Grabbing me by the hair, I was pulled
over till my mouth was positioned over the waistband. I knew now what I
had to do, in a slow undignified manner, I managed to get them right down
to his ankles. Only then could I use my hands to lift each foot in turn
and remove the underpants completely. As I now looked up to Master, I was
just told,

"You can now start licking the inside, think you'll like that as
there's also some Brown marks there you should enjoy."

I just looked to Master, as to say. `Please no'. Only to be asked.

"Do you want a good strapping first? Because you'll do it either way,
it's up to you."

Guess it wouldn't be anymore unpleasant than I've already tasted. Plus
I have licked his hole clean before. So I took them up to my mouth and
for some reason. I just had to kiss them gently before I started working
my tongue over the inside.

Master sat on my bed watching his slave at work. His cock was at full
mast being stroked at a slow but steady pace. All the while I was being
told how it's good to see a dirty sissy faggot slave being used in the
way it's born for, licking up shit. That sissy faggots like me are only
filth eaters. Yes I knew these degrading remarks are something I now have
to get used to. Even thou it was humiliating to hear it, I just kept on
licking over Masters undies. Plus I was starting to savour the taste. I
realised it was by doing this that was getting me horny as well. All of a
sudden I noticed Master making those familiar sounds as his orgasm got
closer. Then I was told.

"Get your cock loving mouth over this you faggot Slut!"

I couldn't wait to get his throbbing penis deep into my mouth. Sucking
on his dick for those last few moments, before I was flooded with volley
after volley of Masters hot spunk. Taking it straight down my throat so
as not to spill a drop. Once Master had finished, I kept him in my mouth
so as not to lose those last few drops. To keep them in my mouth to
savour for as long as I could. I just had to work my tongue under his
foreskin making sure I cleaned it all out. Plus I love working my tongue
under a foreskin at any time.

Now completely spent Master just collapsed over the bed for awhile. I
stayed kneeling at his feet, his underpants firmly in my grasp, the last
of his cum coating the inside of my mouth. My clit was still very erect
and wanting to be touched. But I was a little apprehensive, remembering I
had upset Master earlier and wasn't keen on a double helping of
punishment on my first day as a slave. In no time Master was sitting up
looking at me still holding his undies.

"Stand up girl and give me a look at you," he ordered.

I did, trying to keep his undies in front so my stiff clit wouldn't
stand out.

"Put your hands at your side or behind you. A slave never covers its
front like that, never ever. You are now nothing and have NO! Privacy."

Slowly my hands went to my side, I lowered my head and waited to be told
about the stiff thing between my legs. But Master just asked,

"Are you getting aroused by playing with my dirty underwear. Does the
taste of my piss and shit turn you on?" he asked.

"Yes I think it is getting me excited, once I started licking and tasting
it Master I just couldn't help what happened," I said with
embarrassment, knowing how aroused his dirty soiled things were turning
me on. Something I never thought of getting worked up on before.

Nothing more was said about my state, as I was told to take my girly
things off and get up ready to be nappied. As I lay there Master took
delight in just flicking my stiff clit hard with the back of his fingers.
Forcing any pleasant feeling I had to quickly disappear and my clitie to
deflate. Once my plastic panties were on I was sent of to clean off the
remaining make up and my teeth. On my return to the bedroom, I noticed
the restraining chains were removed and were lying on the floor. Master
gave me my pretty full length pastel Green satin nighty to put on. Then
informed me that I wouldn't be sleeping in the bed. I'll be sleeping on
the floor as a punishment and to remind me of just were I belong. I tried
to protest, but that just fell on deaf ears, as well as earning me a good
firm slap across the face again for speaking without permission.

Master pointed to the floor in front of him. I knew that was my signal to
get down showing my respect by kissing his feet. Then with his foot, I
was just pushed over, to finish up lying there.

"Now that is your bed for tonight, right where you are."

I lay looking up to my Master like an obedient animal. Next thing Master
was down over me restraining my wrists. I noticed the chain was now
around the leg of the bed. Then to my horror each ankle was strapped,
chained to the leg at the foot of the bed. As I tried pulling on the
restrains, I found there was very little movement for me. Where and how I
was, was where and how I'd have to stay. Master just stood then looking
at me before throwing a thin blanket over me. Under my head went a small
soft cushion, which didn't give much support at all.

"Are you nice and comfortable down in your new bed?" Master asked.

"No not really Master," I told him.

"Oh well you'll get used to it, you do look a sweet little pansy lying
there you know. I know what will make you feel better."

With that Master took the underpants I had to lick over earlier and
placed them between the cushion and my head.

"Now aren't I kind to you, giving you my underwear to sleep on all
night."

"Yes thank you Master," I knew to say.

"Now have a good sleep and I'll see you in the morning." As he just
smiled at me, then left turning out the light, but leaving the door wide
open.

I spent a very cold uncomfortable night with very little sleep. The
cushion was that small and soft, my head got no support from it as I
tried lying on my side. Hence I spent most of the night lying on my
stomach, consequently my mouth was right over Masters underpants. Yes! I
did get to enjoy the taste, it was the only thing to take my mind of the
coldness as the night hours ticked slowly away. When I drifted off to
sleep, I would only be woken as the restrains on my ankles prevented any
movement, so waking me again. This happened not long before Master came
in to wake me. But he found me awake lying there in the process of adding
to the urine already filling my nappies. Nothing was said as Master
unlocked the ankle straps, then pulled up my nighty to feel over the
plastic coved nappy.

"Isn't it a good job you're wearing these," he asked.

I could only nod my head, not wanting to say it in words.

"Did you have a good night sleep," was the next question to me.

"No Master, I could hardly sleep all night, it was uncomfortable and very
cold."

"Well you're going to have to wake yourself up now, as you have a busy
day ahead of you." I was being told while my wrists were being freed.

Walking to the bathroom I'm sure the amount of urine in the nappy had
doubled. As they felt so full and I was having to hold them up. Much to
Masters delight and embarrassing remarks. It was now that my next lesson
in being a slave occurred. I had to remove Masters robe, take down his
shorts, then kneel beside him while he did a dumping. Once finished I was
told to wipe him clean and to make sure it is clean or I'd have to lick
him clean.

Yes, I made sure I did a good job, and Master was satisfied with my
effort. So my tongue was spared for once.

After finishing in the bathroom I went to the kitchen where I now found
sitting on the floor a new dogs bowl containing the mush for my
breakfast. The dessert bowl I had been using was now gone, as was the
spoon. So it was down on all fours learning to eat just like an animal,
with my mouth. This new way of eating took some time to get use to. Plus
having Master standing over me telling me to hurry along that I didn't
have all day. Was making me spill some onto the floor, hence I had to
then lick that up. I didn't have it all eaten before it was time to go
help Master get ready for work. So was to finish it after, but was
forewarned of how I eat. I knew what that meant. As I was saying goodbye
to Master, I stood taking out my clit to be ringed. But was told it
wasn't going to be today as I'll be to occupied to play with it. I fell
to my knees then kissing Masters feet and thanking him for not
restraining my clit. After seeing Master of I was back down licking the
remains out of my bowl, even thou my tongue was beginning to ache.

On reading my orders for the day. I noticed that at 11am. I had an
appointment at the dress makers again. Oh Shit!! I wish Master had told
me, as I now had to rush to get ready. At least I knew Master would of
had what I was to wear laid out waiting for me. I went running up to my
room and yes there waiting was a white lace bra, white satin camisole and
matching panties, a soft pink silk petty for my clit, a pair of light tan
stay up stocking. Each was to be topped with a pink satin and lace
garter. Covering my beautiful underwear was a white shirt with a silver
tie under my navy two piece suit with a matching silver satin
handkerchief in the top pocket. Looking in the mirror I looked all ready
to go, till I read the piece of paper sitting on the vanity. Telling me
to wear a little eye shadow and mascara. Reading that made my heart sink,
having to travel all that way by bus. What would people say or even what
would some young guy do if he didn't like Sissies like me. I just stood
looking at myself wondering, I then realised I also was wearing
`Burnished Plum' shade of nail polish. I was getting so use to wearing
nail polish, that I don't notice it now. As time was moving on I knew
there was nothing else I could do, but obey by putting a little eye make
up on.

I left the house quickly with butterflies in my stomach heading for the
bus stop. It seemed forever before that bus arrived. I notice a couple of
people looking at me, but didn't say anything. Getting on the bus I got
a big grin and wink from the driver as I asked for my fare. I could feel
my face going the deepest shade of red as I went and sat down behind him,
so he couldn't be looking at me. I also kept my face lowered till I
arrived at my destination then quickly alighted by the rear door. Which
took a while to be opened, I knew why as I looked towards the driver. Yes
he was looking straight at me, with a smile then the door opened. It was
such a relief to go into the building and up to the dressmakers were I
now felt safe, at last.

They were very pleased to see me again, as I must say I was also pleased
to be there. This time a lot more relaxed than on my previous visit. the
only thing is they kept calling me Timothy and asking what my Feminine
name was. I just said we haven't decided on a name for me yet. So it
seems they don't know that I'm now a slave and no longer have a name,
as such. So that's one good thing, I guess. The head seamstress told me
they had a couple of lovely dresses for me to try on. But before that I
was to go with her down to Marks and Spencers. Because I'll have to
learn how to buy clothes for myself and not buy the wrong size or not
know where to look for different items. So it was without a word of
protest from me, away we went. We went through the lingerie dept. showing
me the different sizes, reminding me of the sort of panties I have to
wear because of my petties and by bra is to a size B cup. Then on to the
stocking section. Well I didn't realize there were so many different
shades or what different denier meant. Also I was to make sure I got
`Stockings' and not Pantyhose. With all that still sinking into my
head, it was of now to look at Blouses and Skirts. This was all a great
new experience for me, yes one that I was enjoying. At no stage did I
feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. I loved holding the different things
up to myself and asking how I looked. Seeing all these pretty colours and
shades of underwear, feeling the silky articles made me feel so happy
that I am the Sissy that I am.

It was such an enjoyable time, that I didn't realize how the time went.
It was just after 2-30 when we arrived back over at the dress makers. I
feel so relaxed with them now, that I have no trouble talking about all
these girly things and not getting embarrassed. Even as I got undressed
to be standing there just in by pretty undies. Then being put into this
soft Purple silk dress with full length puff sleeves that buttoned neatly
around my wrist. The skirt fell just to the knee and swilled about
beautifully as I turned quickly around. The neckline sat just over my
shoulder blades with an inch ruffle of the same silk all around it. I
looked in the mirror to see a lovely looking girl facing me, I felt so
wonderful and so feminine. I just turned then to give the seamstress and
big hug and thanked her for making this dress for me. I had to stand then
so she could have a good look and make sure everything fitted right, yes
it did. So it was now off with that and now into a white silk blouse with
short puff sleeves and a little lace at both corners of the collar. It
was finished of with a deep red nylon pleated skirt that came just above
the knee. Then I had a red silk scarf tied loosely around my neck. Again
I looked so feminine and was feeling just so happy. Then to my surprise
came a box containing a pair of 2inch black high heeled shoes, which also
fitted perfectly. I can see now why I had all those measurements taken on
my first visit. feeling so beautiful, even without make up, I just had to
ask if I could go and show myself of to the girls in the work room. I
felt so wonderful hearing them telling me what a pretty girl I looked.
Asking me to turn around, showing me how to sit so as not to crease my
skirt etc. Well as with all good time they have to end, time was moving
on fast. So it was now back into my male clothes heading home again with
a big box in hand.

I can see why Master said I wouldn't have time to touch myself today, as
I didn't. Going through the lingerie department feeling all those
feminine things. Yes I got aroused, but didn't think of touching down
below. Then trying on the dresses, I was more interested in just looking
at myself feeling feminine and pretty.

I had no sooner arrived home, when the door opened again. It was Master,
I didn't notice it was that late. Dropping what I was doing I ran
towards him and down on my knees. I kissed his feet before confessing to
having nothing done since he left this morning. Also asking permission to
speak with him after I got his drink.

"Yes that well be fine and I didn't expect you to have anything done
today. So it well be a very busy day for you tomorrow." Master said as he
ordered me out to make him a nice cup of tea, after removing his jacket.

On returning with Masters tea I noticed the box had been opened. Master
was reading a note that must of been inside. I just knelt, poured the cup
of tea placing it on the side table next to Master. On finishing reading,
I was asked if I'd like a drink?

"Oh yes please Master, may I," knowing I hadn't had anything all day.

"Go get yourself a cup, you can have it with me seen as you're been a
good Bitch today."

After pouring my tea, I thanked Master for letting me have it and with
him.

"Now kneel close and tell me what you want to say."

"I just want to tell you about my day Master. It was so exciting and I
don't want to keep it to myself. I want to tell you everything I do,
Please Master," I asked.

"Yes, I want to know everything you do and think also," he said while
gentle stroking my head.

I proceeded to tell Master all about my day, right from getting on the
bus and the driver smiling and winking at me. Going to Marks and
Spencers, looking through all that lovely lingerie. Being allowed to hold
different items up to myself, not caring what anyone thought as I did so.
Also I told Master about being called Timothy, being asked if I had a
girls name yet.

"And what did you say about that," Master asked.

"I didn't say anything about Timothy, but said we haven't decided on a
girls name yet. Because I don't know if they know that I'm now a slave
so don't have a name anymore. Was that alright Master?" I asked looking
up to him.

"Yes that's fine and I don't think you'll have to go down there
again."

I then continued telling about everything, making a point of saying how
excided I was getting, but at no time did I `Touch' myself. OK. Master
knew what I was getting at, as he butted in by saying.

"That doesn't mean you can go without your little ring from now on.
Because I can trust you, because I can't. Did your little clit get
stiff?" he asked.

"Yes Master a few times," I said in a dejected tone.

"So if you weren't with the Ladies, but by yourself what would of
happened to your clit?" Master lifted my head to watch me answer.

Looking into Masters eyes for a few seconds. I then shamefully dropped my
eyes, as I knew I had to say.

"I would properly play with it Master..... I'm a disappointment aren't
I."

"No you aren't. Slaves have to be taught that those things aren't for
there pleasure. That's why Masters have to keep them controlled," I was
told.

With time moving on, Master got up went into his study, returning a
couple of minutes later. Saying as there's no time for me to cook him a
meal, he's rung for a Pizza.

While we were waiting, Master emptied all the goodies from the box. To my
surprise there was a lot more than just the dress, blouse, skirt and
shoes that I had tried on at the dressmakers earlier. There were more
lovely little silky things to wear on my clit, some more pretty panties.
Plus I noticed a couple of pairs of satin French knickers with wide lace
around the legs. They also had `Sissy' or `Pansy' embroidered boldly
on them. Another beautiful white chiffon pinafore with wide ruffled
edging at the hem and around the neck strap. Again saying `I am a
SISSY' across the bodice. Then there was a deep red satin with black
lace bra a matching camisole, panties and garter belt. Showing me this
set, Master said these are for those special occasions. I wasn't sure
what he meant my that, but then I didn't want to know, just encase.
Lastly I opened a small package to find eight white handkerchief all
embroidered across one corner in different colours. Saying I'm a SISSY
BOY or I'm a PANSY BOY. As I looked at them, I felt my face going red.
Thinking if people saw me take my handkerchief out to use and saw that,
I'm going to have to be carful, I guess. Looking though them I
discovered a couple also had flower buds embroiled on the remaining three
corners. I just looked up to Master in dread, thinking of my situation if
people noticed me using a handkerchief with flower buds and `SISSY'
written on it. Master just looked back with a big smile on his face
saying.

"Well you are a Pansy aren't you, and this way you won't get them all
mixed up when doing the washing, will you? As much as I know you would
like to use mine."

I just shook my head, not wanting to say `No'. But as a hand went under
my chin, I knew what that meant, so said.

"No Master and thank you for all these lovely things I've got to wear,
they are really beautiful."

Going through all these pretty things, I felt just like a little child
again at Christmas or on my Birthday. Looking at all my presents
wondering what the next surprise will be. I just had to go over cuddle
into Masters legs thanking him for keeping me this way.

That same time the doorbell rang, I just looked up to Master not knowing
what to do. I must of looked frightened, as Master said.

"Don't worry it'll only be the Pizza boy," as he got up and went to the
door. Returning not long after with a large Pizza in hand. I was sent of
the get him a plate and serviettes. When I rejoined Master I put the
Pizza on his plate and was about to take the box out to the kitchen. When
Master stopped me, saying to put it on the floor in front of you. That I
can have some with him, then put a piece on the box for me. Before I
started, I thanked him for the honour of eating with him. Yes I was
starving as I hadn't eaten since about 8 this morning. Master noticed
how I was pushing it in my mouth so fast. That he took it away from me
saying, if I don't eat in a respectful manner, I'll have no more and
can go out and wait till he finishes, then gets me some of my mush to
eat. I apologized, saying that I was just so hungry and the Pizza is so
nice. I just knelt there looking up at Master hoping. The piece I had
started was given back to me with a warning to slow down or there'll be
nothing else till breakfast for me. I promised I would and thanked Master
for letting me finish. Once I had eaten my piece, Master dropped a couple
of his ends onto the box. Telling me to eat them straight from the floor,
no hands! Only mouth. I did but can see it's going to take me awhile to
get use to eating this way. I then had to get Master another pot of tea,
but not for me this time. I could have some milk in my bowl, which I did.

On returning to Master I was told it's time to show him just what a
little Slut looks like in its Dress. But before hand I'd have my ring
put back on.

"Just to keep that thing under control," Master said.

I stood and underdressed completely, after folding everything up. It was
now hands on my head, legs parted while I watched Master place the
restraining ring back under my foreskin.

"Now that'll take your mind away from that. Now Bitch get dressed up for
your Master. I believe you love wearing girls cloths."

By that remark, I knew the note must of mentioned what I'd said to the
seamstress about how I loved to be in dresses.

I didn't know what to put on first, as everything is just so beautiful.
But I knew the first must be pale lavender silk petty that is trimmed
with a fine narrow white lace. Oh! And did it look and feel so lovely on
my clit. Which began to strain painfully against the unforgiving ring.
Master noticed my predicament, as I was told to control myself or would
you like a good strapping to help you.

"Oh no! Please Master, I just want to dress and look pretty for you," was
all I could think to say. Quickly I then went to my new white bra, asking
Master if he'd like to fasten it for me. But no I have to dress myself,
just thought it'd be nice to feel his hands at my back. Once dressed in
my lovely underwear. I then took my dress, just to hold it closely,
before letting it drop slowly down over my petticoat covered body. It
felt so beautiful, the soft silk over the lovely white satin of the
petticoat. I couldn't help but caress over my breast, as I felt so
pretty and so very feminine. I looked towards my Master smiling, I could
tell he was happy with what stood in front of him. His eyes looking me up
and down, before telling me to get my shoes on and show him how a Sissy
Bitch walks. I did and to my surprise with very little wobbling, as it's
the first time I've worn high heels.

While walking around, the caressing of my little petty and the swaying of
the skirt brushing gently against my legs. Began to have an effect on my
restrained clit. That I just had to kneel and beg Master to release it
from me. Fortunately Master realized my plight as I was told to stand and
hold up my skirt and petticoat. But the ring couldn't be removed before
giving me a little more pain. Master started fondling softly over my
panties coursing me to whimper in agony.

"What's wrong, don't you like your Master playing with you Slut?"

"Oh yes I do, b..... but only for that ring Master," I said painfully.

With that, my panties came down, my petty held back as the spray can went
to work. As I looked down to my clit, it was a deep Purple swollen to the
ring, the head seemed pale and lifeless. I couldn't look anymore, till
Master removed the restraining ring from me.

Once the pain had gone and I had regained composure I had to change
completely and into the blouse and skirt. As the blouse is a soft white
satin, my bra had to be a colour that could plainly be seen through it.
So I wore a Burgundy lace one, as I went to put on a camisole. Quickly I
was told NO! Only the white half slip which had lots of lace around the
hem. I was really enjoying this changing and displaying myself in the
pretty underwear. I can see why girls love to be models. Now into my
blouse and skirt, again it was walking around to show Master how I
looked.

"Now come here Slut, kneel where you belong," was Masters only words.

I knew to get down between his legs while he played his fingers deep into
my mouth. Constantly telling me how I'll be spending most of my time
just in underwear. Skirts and Dresses will be for special occasions only,
"Do you understand?" I could only nod my head, as I was still full of
Masters fingers. I was wanting to ask if I could put my make up on. But
was unable to. It didn't matter anyway because Master had something else
in mind for me.

Pulling his fingers from my mouth, wiping them dry in my hair. Before
taking a hand full, pulling my head back as to look to Master. My face
was then just spat on.

"Do you know why I did that," I was asked.

"No Master," as I kept looking to him.

"I did it because I wanted to, slave!" again I was spat on. "Now what do
you say."

"Thank you Master for treating me like this,"

As strange as it may sound I really felt honoured to having him doing
this to me. To remind me that I'm now only his slave and property.

Releasing the grip on my hair and a knee into my side. I was told to get
up underdress completely, fold all the clothes up neatly and put them
back in the box. I started by folding everything I'd worn earlier,
prolonging the time to still be wearing these pretty clothes.

With everything now off and folded to Master satisfaction. I just stood
uneasy facing Master with a full blown erection that won't go down.
Nothing was said about it, as I was just told to get my trousers, shirt
Etc. and take everything up to my room, put them away then stand facing
away from the door with hands on my head. After putting everything in the
box to take away. Master called me to him. As I stood before him, he just
took my cock and balls in his hand squeezing and twisting them like he
was trying to open a jar. Generating an unmerciful scream from me, tears
came to my eyes. I nearly dropped the box as my whole body seemed to go
weak. Still with a firm grip on my genitals, I was told how disgusting I
am. That I'm going to learn very quickly and very soon that, that isn't
for my pleasure. Feeling that agonizing pressure soon had the desired
effect, with tears running down my cheeks the offending erection soon
disappeared. I knew to apologise, but also knew it wouldn't save me from
whatever Master had in store for me. The grip on my clit was now
released, as I was told to go to my room and don't dare try to touch
that thing.

Once everything had been put away, I stood with hands on my head and feet
apart as I know that's the way Master like me standing. A short time
later Master was stand right behind me, a hand went between my legs onto
my clit.

"How does that feel now."

"Very sore Master," was all I could say.

"Did you touch it or would you like me to play with it," he ask
sarcastically.

I just shook my head to say no to each question.

"Are you thirsty, would you like a drink?" Master then asked.

"Oh yes please, thank you Master," I quickly answered.

With that, I had to put my hands behind my back. As I did so they were
quickly pulled up and tried over firmly. So each hand was now at the
opposite elbow. I didn't know what to expect, as I was then lead of
towards the bathroom.

"Now kneel like a good girl, Master will give you a nice warm drink
before bedtime. Won't that be nice?"

I knelt, thinking I was going to have to suck him off. As I watched him
undo and remove his trousers and undies. That expectation soon vanished.
As I was asked if I'd drunk urine before.

"No, Please Master No," realising that is what the warm drink is going to
be. But then what say did I have. Kneeling there arms tried behind my
back, now completely at his mercy. Taking a grip on my hair, my face was
pulled close to his beautiful cock. I could smell that strong aroma
coming from his manhood as my eyes just clued onto it.

"Would you like to kiss is before you have your drink?"

Being so close to it I couldn't help but want to kiss the head of that
awe-inspiring penis. I placed my lips firmly on the shaft kissing gently.
Then to the head where I couldn't help but put my tongue, hoping to slid
under the skin. A tug on my hair made me think twice of that.

"That's a good Pansy now take it into your mouth like you do my fingers
and swallow as fast as you can. I know you'll love it and won't want to
spill any. Because if you do it'll just stay there and you'll be
sleeping and smelling of it all night. Do you understand?"

"Yes I do Master," I said in a dejected voice.

With that, my face was pulled even closer. Till I had no choice but to
open my mouth, to receive his soft penis. I couldn't look anywhere or do
anything, but wait. In only a few seconds I felt the movement, then felt
the warm fluid start to trickle into my waiting mouth. All of a sudden it
was rushing in, I couldn't swallow fast enough as some started running
out of my mouth. Down my chin, my chest, even on my legs I felt it. I was
trying to take it down as fast as possible, even though the taste was
foul. I knew better than not to try taking it down. A couple of time I
was about to dry reach, only the continuing flow and swallowing hindered
that. It seemed like a good minute or so before the flow dried up and I
had to lick and suck the last few drops out. My head was then pulled
away, I knelt there head bowed looking to the floor. Still with the salty
polluted taste in my mouth, knowing it is now in my body.

"Did my Sissy faggot like its drink?" Master asked rubbing my head.

"No I didn't Master," was all I could say.

"Well you are going to get used to it. Also you'll learn not to spill
any from now on. Remember what I said about spilling any?"

"Yes Master," I said quietly.

"I'm going to untie you, then you can lie face down over that pool you
have made. You'll stay there till I've taken a shower."

With that the cord was untied, my arms at last free again. I lay down and
with the help of his foot my stomach finished up right in the pool of
urine. I was warned not to move, or I'll spend the night lying where I
am.

I lay quietly listening to the water running as Master took his shower.
Then dried himself before leaving the bathroom, to return a few minutes
later with my nappy, plastic panties in hand. His foot once again helped
me turn over onto the laid out nappy. I was then given the wet towel to
wipe up any remaining urine. I asked if I could clean my teeth before
heading for my bedroom. The answer was a firm NO! I would lose all that
taste of Masters piss. Even though I could still taste and smell Masters
urine all night. It was so good to be tied back in the bed again rather
than on the floor.

Next morning when I woke all I could smell was stale urine, the sheets
and nighty I knew would have to be washed put outside to try and get rid
of that smell. When Master came to release me, I was told how bad I smelt
and if I had drunk properly this wouldn't of happened. After Master had
showed a little more water was added to that in the bath, plus some
detergent.

"Now get in there you Piss lover and don't get out till you smell
clean."

I was left to get on with it. I lay right down, so the water would go all
over me. Just lying in it letting the detergent kill any remaining trace
of urine. Before using soap on my body. Satisfied that I was nice and
clean again. I then had a problem of what to wear, the nighty smelt so
bad, I knew I couldn't put that back on. So ran naked to my room to put
on a dressing gown, before going down to Master. On my arrival down
stairs Master just looked at me, before asking.

"What are you doing in that, did I say to put that on?"

"No Master, but the nighty smells bad and I've just cleaned myself."

"That is no answer, I tell you what to wear. So you should of come and
asked. Now go take it off and be quick about it." I was told.

"Yes Master I'm sorry, I just didn't think you would want me down here
naked," I said before leaving.

I returned quickly back to Master. Standing naked before him with head
bowed and hands to my side.

"That's better, now knee and kiss my feet seen as you're now clean, you
filthy slave.'

I knelt, removed his slippers before putting my lips affectionately at
each foot kissing them all over. Once satisfied, my head was just pushed
away. I continued kneeling beside Master looking to the floor, awaiting
his orders. As Master finished his breakfast. I was told I'd have a very
busy day. Since so far this week I'd done very little in the way of
cleaning the house. Even if I have to stay up all night, I'm going to
get it all done. I was informed. With that Masters plate was put down for
me to lick clean before taking out to the kitchen. Where I had my bowl
sitting ready for me. After finishing my mushed up food, instead of
having milk or water put into the bowl. Master came with a plastic drink
bottle. I had to just knee and drink it down as it got squeezed into my
mouth. Not allowed to spill a drop or I'd get punished. This is to teach
me how to drink fast so next time I'm given Masters cock to drink from,
there'll be no mess. Wouldn't you know it, there was a we spill, but
not as bad as last night.

After dressing Master, I was sent to wait in my room. A while later
Master arrived with the clothes I was to wear. Plus in hand he carried a
leather strap. I looked at it, then at Master, before lowing my head
again. I knew not to say a word as that would make it even worse for me.
I tried looking at the pretty clothes I was to wear to take my mind away
from what was to happen. Yes the underwear was all very pretty, I noticed
even a beautiful new pair of panties. But just as soon I was directed to
the bed.

"Lie face down over the side, feet on the floor and arms stretched out in
front of you," were the orders.

Silently I did as ordered and waited, while I was told why I'm to be
punished at this time. It's partly for the mess I made last night with
my drink and again this morning. Even though it was only water I have to
learn and the strap is good at helping a slave learn, I was informed.
Another reason is that it'll help me remember to get all my cleaning
done today or this will be repeated tonight. With that the first stroke
landed firmly across the cheeks of my arse. I just buried my head into
the bed covers waiting for the next to find its mark. Within seconds it
did just that, followed by four more. I went to move my arms, but quickly
I was told any movement I'd get double. I took a firm grip of the covers
for support. I was whimpering, I screamed out just as the last unyielding
stroke landed. The strap then fell next to me, it was all over as I was
told to stand again.

I stood uneasily, my backside was sore, I could feel where each stroke
had made its mark. I had tears in my eyes running down my cheeks, but not
really crying like I had previously. Master just stood before me without
saying a word. Suddenly I remembered to get down to thank him for the
punishment I'd just received and deserved.

"That'll give you something to recollect on today, won't it Bitch?"

I nodded my head as I said "Yes Master, thank you."

"Now get dressed and don't take all morning about, I have to leave
soon."

After having my ribbon tied around my clit, it was up to me to finish.

Oh, the panties lying there were so beautiful. A orange satin, with a
good two inch white lace around the legs. A big orange satin bow at the
side of each leg just above the lace, with another in the centre of the
waistband. On the side of the left leg in white was written boldly
`PANSY' yes that is me. I don't care, I love being a pansy to be
wearing such sumptuous underwear. I took them into my hand, holding them
to my face, feeling the delicate softness as I kissed them. Before
putting them on and quickly getting dressed to go and see Master off.
Plus have that dreadful ring replaced.

Master had taken the car this morning, so I gathered he'd be home a
little earlier than normal. Plus the help of my sore backside, I knew to
keep at it, as I didn't want another strapping when he arrived home. As
it so happened Master was a little later, so I had everything done even
his meal ready for the finishing off when he required it. Master had been
doing the shopping, so when he arrived I was sent to bring everything in
and put it away. Empting the bags I came across two tins of dog jelly
meat plus a roll of dog food. My heart sunk, as I knew that could only be
for me. I'll have to think of a way to get out of having it, I thought
to myself. I was still in the kitchen when Master called out.

"Come here you faggot slave!"

On my arrival I was asked if I had everything put away where it belongs.
I say yes, but where should I put the tins and roll, Master.

"Just leave them on the bench, so you can see them. Now go and take your
trousers and shirt off. Put on the Blue satin petticoat that matches your
bra and some make up, then get back here."

"Master can I wear stocking and hair ribbon also."

The answer to that was a firm "No! Just your girly white socks and
slippers."

It would of been a good half hour before I returned, feeling very
feminine and hopefully looking the way Master wants. Yes, he was quite
satisfied as he looked me all over. Then took one of the pinafores that
he must of brought down earlier and tied it on me. It was a plan white
cotton with lots of frills around the edging, also saying `I'm a Sissy
Boy'.

"Now go get my dinner." he said finishing tying me in.

Fortuity I didn't have dogie food for my meal.

Well the rest of the night and Friday went as normal as it could be for a
slave. That is until Master arrived home early Friday afternoon.
Informing me that he's having a friend coming for the weekend. My heart
sunk, I just looked nervously at him. I started to ask if his friend knew
that I was a slave. But I was quickly put in my place as Master asked,
who gave me permission to speak?.

"Nobody Master, I'm sorry," I said hanging my head.

"Get down kiss my feet then ask if you can speak," Master ordered.

I did just that, then asked again. To be told, yes his friend did know
all about me. As I was to find out in a very humiliating way later.

"Now go prepare a nice meal for two, my friend will be here about 6pm. So
get it all ready, then I want you to be dressed up looking very pretty.
So he can see what a Sissy we have. By now I was really feeling that
nervous, my stomach wouldn't stop turning, my hands were also shaky, I
was finding it hard to think about what I was going. All I could think
of, was being shown for the first time to some stranger as a slave, and a
Sissy one at that.

A couple of time while preparing the meal Master would arrive, standing
behind me feeling over my backside. There was nothing I could do, but let
him. It did get me excited having his hands squeezing my cheeks the way
he did. After which I'd have that hand grasping my clit, to see how I
was responding. Thankfully the ring was keeping it under control, even if
painfully. With the meal prepared I went to ask Master if I could have a
shower, to help freshen up. That was declined, just a wash would do for a
slave. Just as I was about to finish in the bathroom, Master arrived. In
his hand he held that same bottle as I had to suck on this morning. I
watched as he put water into it.

"Come on kneel, we'll see if you can do better than your last effort."

I no sooner knelt than it as in my mouth being squeezed. Knowing I
didn't want another strapping just before his visitor arrived. I did my
best to suck quickly as I could hoping not for a spill. To my amazement
and Master pleasure I drunk the lot without any loss.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it, so in future there'll be no waste,
understand!"

"Yes I do Master," realising I'm now possible going to be his urinal
also.

"Now get into the bedroom, I have everything layed out for you."

On entering the room I could see all these pretty clothes lying waiting
to go over my sissy body. I just stood looking, then quickly picked up
the silver satin and lace bra and put it on. Master tied my little pink
silk petty on my clit with the narrow white ribbons. Then to my pleasure
he removed that ring at last. I just had to thank him for doing that. The
panties were a soft nylon lavender with inch lace around each leg hole,
finished of with a wide white satin bow at the side of each leg and one
in the centre of the waistband. They were just so pretty, it was a shame
to cover them up with a petticoat. But before that, I at last could wear
stockings, yes a light tan pair which were held up my a wide satin and
lace garter, the same colour as my little petty. Once I had my silver
petticoat on. I proceeded to make up my face, hopefully to look as pretty
as the delicate underwear I'm wearing.

I must say I did do a great job with the make up. Just looking at myself
in the mirror only in underwear and make up. I think I looked very
feminine and now couldn't wait to put the beautiful Ivory silk blouse
with puff sleeves, Red nylon skirt with red satin sash tied at the back
in a bow. Master also had a lavender silk scarf for around my neck. Now
completely dressed and hair brushed out. Looking back in the mirror, I
looked the way I felt very pretty. I'm just hoping now Master will think
the same, as I put the heels on and walk down stairs for his inspection.
Yes, I did meet with Masters approval as he looked me over, lifting my
skirt checking that I hadn't leaked anything. Fortunately I hadn't.

"My friend is going to be so pleased when he sees you looking so pretty."

With that remark I quickly came back to earth. Yes all this is for
Masters friend. Holy Shit! I do hope he knows I'm not a girl. Those
feeling came just as quickly back to turn my stomach over again. Not now
having a watch on me, I didn't know how long I had to wait to be put on
display. As I nervously waited, Master had me walking around, kneeling
and standing to get used to doing everything in heels. I must admit it
didn't take long, I think the concentration on that helped take my mind
of what is to come.

It seemed no time till there was that inevitable ringing of the doorbell.
I just looked nervously at Master, but knowing there's no way out for
me.

"Stand there like a good Bitch that you are, will be back in a second."

In no time Master returned with his friend. I looked up with shock to see
who it was. I just fell to my knees and cried with confusion, with
embarrassment, with humiliation. I knew this man, he had been a teacher
at the collage I went to. He taught my brother, how could this be
happening to me. I didn't know what to do, I just knelt right down, face
concealed in my hands crying. Next thing I felt an arm around my
shoulders, I knew it wasn't my Masters. He just cuddled me into him.
Gently and softly telling me there's nothing to get upset about, to be
afraid of. Yes we know each other from collage days. But this is so
different, he told me. Don't cry anymore, we know it must of been a
shock for you to see me coming in. His arm just stayed firmly around me
till my crying subsided. I eventually lowered my hands, looking to him
through watery eyes. Tears still running down my cheeks, my nose was
dripping also, my hands were wet. My make up was in ruins, but at this
time, I just didn't care what I looked like.

This man whose name is Mr Lucas, then stood took my hand helping me to
stand facing him. He took a clean handkerchief from his pocket handing it
to me to wipe my eyes and clean out my nose. I did in silence, then stood
as Master and Mr Lucas explained a few things of the past month or so to
me. This is where I shell end for now, and where I shell start Chapter 7.

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With Spring now upon us down here, Chapter 7 will be a little delayed as
I try and do some gardening and house cleaning. But it will come before
Christmas, so you witness the start of my punishment. Love to you all,
Matthew.