Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2005 01:37:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew O'Shea <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: A new Life for Timothy 9

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

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

A new life for Timothy.

Chapter 9.

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I just lay there after Master left my room, the burning heat of my
backside under the nappy, reminded me I have to be good. I tried to think
what we were going to be doing in the next couple of days, seen as Master
was taking the days off work. All I could think of was that my training
is about to be intensified. Or are we going somewhere, I don't know of
the places Master goes to anyway. So I knew it would be just wait and
see.

I had a good sleep also, so was pleased to wake up early and went
straight into Masters room. His door wasn't closed, so didn't have to
knock. Master was still asleep, I decided to just stand and wait. That
way I could admire plus, his face looked so cute as he slept on. I also
kept my hands behind my back, so as not to be tempted in touching myself.
Knowing I'd been so good over night, and couldn't wait to tell Master
how good I'd been. My eyes and thoughts were still on Master when his
alarm went off, I got quite a shock, causing me to jumped. As Master lent
over to turn it off he noticed me standing there.

"Good Morning Master have you had a sleep," I asked as I went to kneel
beside his bed.

After having a big stretch and yawn to wake up, he asked how long I'd
been there. It was about 15min's I told him, "Also Master I was good all
night I didn't once go to touch myself."

He lent over to me with a big smile and rubbed his hand over my hair,
saying how pleased he was that I'm learning.

As Master wasn't going to the office today, I was able to give him a
really nice bath. Washing every part of his adorable body. The first time
in days that I've been able to do it, and it was so nice just to feel
all over him again. I feel it such an honour to be able to clean his
penis, to pull back his skin to wash. To also put my hand under to wash
his arse nice and clean. Wishing I was allowed to put my finger deep
inside it, just to feel its contents. Then dry him afterwards and do
deodorant Etc. before I got in to have my own bath. I must say it rather
stung, as I put my backside into the still hot water. Before I could
start washing myself, I just had to sit opened mouthed as Master urinated
over my hair and face aiming mostly towards my mouth. I think I'm
starting to enjoy the taste also, as I tried to take as much down as
possible. I noticed the supplier of my hot drink had a pleasing smile on
his face, as I looked to him.

Master had white nylon panties with `Pansy' written on, a white lace
bra, a plain white satin camisole, plus a red satin and lace suspender
and black stockings layed out waiting for me, plus my pale pink shirt,
tie and navy trousers. Again I wasn't going to wear that clit ring,
great I thought. But I was to wear my little red satin and lace garter,
which pleased me. Before I started dressing, I was told, I better take
off my nail polish. Once I had brushed out my hair and looked at myself,
yes I still look feminine, but not the slave that I am. I then helped
Master dress, putting on his undershorts and socks is something I love to
do and missed when Sir was down. But I know now not to say that to
Master. Then it was on with his Blue shirt with white collar and cuffs,
light tan trousers and navy jacket. He looked stunningly handsome as
always. I also felt happy as Master was taking me out in his car. This is
the first time I've actually been out with Master. OK. I've met him a
couple of times in town, but not going out from home like this time. In
the car I was told that this morning I'm just to call him "Sir" not
Master as normal if you have to speak to me in front of others. Oh and
were we are going you'll be Timothy again. Hearing him say all this made
me wonder where were we of to. But I know it's not for me to ask that of
my Master.

It didn't take long before I realized just where we were headed. I
looked with an open mouth to Master, as we headed towards my old bedsit.

"Yes we are going to get the rest of your belongings, or will I just
leave you there?" Master said.

"Oh no I could never go back there I'm your slave, Master, nothing
else."

"Now you know why you are Timothy again," looking at me with a smile.

"Yes I understand Master." I also realized why I had to remove my nails
polish.

Getting out Master opened the boot, there he had four large suitcases
plus a couple of fold up bags. To take in for what ever I had. Walking up
to the door I started thinking of this place again. Then got a funny
feeling in my stomach, as to what Master was about to find in there. What
would he say or call me. Well he knows I've always been a sissy boy, so
guess it will just confirm to him.

Firstly Master went to the landladies apartment to tell her we were
there. I gather Master had been in contact with her as she was expecting
us. I felt quite embarrassed when she came out and was telling Master,
what a `lovely' Boy I was, such good manners and always beautifully
dressed. Once she left us to get on with it, Master opened the door of my
room and walked in, with me following behind. He just stood looking all
around. I could only stand beside him red faced and head bowed, as I knew
what he must of been thinking.

"Bring the bags in and close the door," I was told.

I did so quickly, then returned to stand, still red faced next to Master.
Yes, anyone entering my room could tell I was an effeminate Gay boy. With
cutouts of cute boys pinned on the walls. The way my table was set with a
large silk scarf I'd picked up from op shop as a tablecloth. Sitting in
pride of place on my bed was my big cuddly teddy, dressed in a white
satin shirt and black trousers. Which I'd bought from a baby shop that
deals in christening gowns and communion dresses. Around his neck I had
tied one of my gold satin handkerchiefs. After looking all around Master
walked over to the bed, pointed to teddy and asked what's this. I walked
over to him saying with my head bowed, "this is Prince my teddy, Master.
Can I keep him, please," I asked in a soft shy voice, knowing I don't
own anything now. But hoping Master would say yes, as Prince is all I've
had since I left home over two years ago. Master looked at me and must of
noticed that Prince is all I've had for company. He just put is arm
around me, giving me a cuddle and kissed my forehead saying, "I'll think
about it." That wasn't quite what I wanted to hear, as tears came to my
eyes and I quietly sobbed into Masters chest.

Master gave me his handkerchief to wipe my eyes and told me to show him
how much I loved Prince. Still with Masters handkerchief in my hand I
flung myself onto the bed. Taking Prince in my arms to kiss and cuddle.
Saying how sorry I was for leaving him for so long. But I have a new life
now, I'm a slave and am moving everything into my Masters house. I
wanted to say I'm taking you with me also. But I could only lie there
kissing Prince hoping of being allowed to keep him. The silence was
broken when Master told me to come along now we have packing to do. It
was then I realized I'd said all that to Prince, my cuddle teddy with
Master standing right there. I felt my face going a deep red with
embarrassment, wondering what he must of thought. As I got off the bed I
knelt to ask Master If I could talk when we got home, Please. I was
helped to my feet, then to receive the most wonderful surprise. Master
took my face between his hands, so I was looking at him. Then he came
close and kissed me so warm and gently on the lips. Not a word was said,
he didn't have to. I knew then, even though I'm just his slave, that he
does love me. I put my arms around him and thanked him for the kiss.

I watched as master took everything from my draws, sitting then on the
bed for me to put in the cases. That also made me realize, I own nothing
now, everything in this bedsit is also Masters. He noticed how all my
undies were satin boxer-shorts, the number of silk or satin pocket
handkerchiefs I had, plus the large silk and satin scarfs, my sock, that
I won't be needing them again. Then into the wardrobe taking my other
suit, few pairs of trousers and shirts. Remarking how a few of the shirts
would have to be altered. I didn't know how or why and knew not to ask.
It was then he came across a pretty white satin and lace christening
gown. Holding it out I was asked "What's this for." I stood facing
Master with a red face and lowered head to say in a quite voice "It's a
nighty for Prince." nothing was said, but noticed it being dropped on the
bed to be packed.

Now it was into the cupboards, embarrassment again, as he opened the
locked cupboard coming across things that were just private to me. Like
Birth certificate, Bank account. Other personal things like I think
everyone has, things they don't want anyone else to see or they would be
laughed at. Well that's what I thought then anyway. OK. If you are
wondering, I used to have things to play and stroke my dickie with when
juicing myself. Then there were my Diaries that I'd been keeping since I
left home, two and a bit years of my ups and downs. The happy days and
the many tearful ones. Master had a quick look through them, noting the
last one finished the morning I left for his place. It said, I have a
feeling and really hope it's right, I could become his slave. "These
will make for some interesting reading." as he put them down. For that I
know they will and possible embarrassing for me.

Next to be brought out was a jar I had for small change, written on the
jar was `Doll money.' Again I was asked to explain. I just said "Please
Master can I explain it all when we get home, Please Master not here."
With that he agreed. The day was but a few hours old, but already it's
been the most humiliating few hours I can remember in my life. It is
about to get even worse as a full shoe box is brought out and opened to
reveal my reading matter. Yes, it's full of little novels about boys
like myself, who are or were forced to become proper Sissies. Being
forced to wear girls clothes and make up. Have to get punished and
humiliated by there mothers and or sisters, even girlfriends. The only
difference is I want to be controlled and humiliated by a man, but in the
same way. Some of the titles I can still remember were Petticoated male,
TV Castle, lingerie Boy, Aunties little Sissy.

"Did I enjoy reading them," Master asked.

"Yes Master, I just used to wish it was me being treated like that, only
by another male," I replied quietly, looking to the floor and not knowing
what to do with my hands. As I was beginning to feel rather nervous after
all that Master has now discovered about me.

"Well I'll have to have a read of them to see if they have any ideas for
me to use on a slut."

With that I was told to wipe my eyes as they were well watered up.

With everything Master wanted packed was in three cases. Even my Teddy
Bear sitting happily on a sheet in another bag. I then had to take down
the cute boys of the wall to put in the rubbish, throw out also little
things I had, that Master said he didn't want. The rest was to be left
as Master told the Landlady, I wouldn't need any of it. After saying our
goodbyes it was now of home again for the big unpack. Firstly we stopped
at my Bank, Master gave me my Account book. Telling me to go and close
the Account and bring the cash out to him. About 15 min's later back in
the car, I handed Master a small bag which contained 238.40, plus the
Account book, now stamped on each page, Closed.

I sat quietly for the remainder of the trip home, thinking of the
Landlady saying, goodbye Timothy dear. She and her husband will miss me
she said. Now having to close my bank account. I suddenly realized I now
had nothing. I'm no longer Timothy, little ornament things and photos I
had were left behind in the rubbish bag. The only money I had is now
Masters property, as is my Birth Certificate. I can't explain the mixed
feelings I had as Master drove home, with the remains of my past life now
gone. A little sad as I liked the bedsit, as no one bothered me. But to
now be owned as a slave and all it entails, is all I want. As we pulled
into the garage, Master asked what is bothering me. As he had noticed
just how quietly I had sat, not even looking out the window. I told him
how I was thinking of my past living in that room with my own things. Now
I'm nothing but a slave with a Master to love, worship, honour and obey.
I just thought to say those last words as I looked at him, knowing this
is all I want to do. It was just these thought going around in my head. I
didn't want to look out the window, I didn't want to look back. I felt
it again, my eyes were watering up, I tried to put my hand over, just to
touch my Master. With that I felt his warm gentle hand take mine to hold
firmly. I knew he was looking at me in a caring way, I couldn't hold
back any longer. I started bawling my eyes out like a silly little girl.
Master pulled me into his warm chest stroking my head. Telling me
everything was going to be alright. [even now I can still feel the strong
beating of his heart on that day] As my crying subsided, I asked Master
to "Please take me in and punish me, Please." He just continued to hold
me tightly, letting me get it all out. Then said "Come on we'll get you
inside now." Once I got out the car, I took my handkerchief to wipe my
eyes and blow my nose. I asked if I should get the bags out. But was
told, no I can get them out in a while.

Inside Master even let me sit in a comfy chair, which I haven't done for
so long now. I was given a glass of whiskey and some water. Wow!! I took
a mouth full and swallowed. Holy Shit! It's the first time I've had
whiskey or anything like that as a matter of fact. I used to have just
the odd beer or glass of wine. So must say this was sure different,
thought it was burning my throat. As it even made my eyes water, if they
hadn't done enough of that already. I asked Master if I could please
have a glass of just water to cool my throat. But, No! A nice strong
whiskey will help made me relax a little. As I took my handkerchief to
wipe my eyes, I couldn't help but have a little giggling and showed it
to Master, when I realized this one had `SISSY' embroidered boldly
across one corner in red. Knowing how I'd just been crying like a proper
sissy in the car. I said to Master "this must be true." I just got an
agreeing smile from him. I managed to finish my whiskey, as Master said
to just drink it straight down, that way it'll do me good.

I was sent then to get the cases and take them into Masters study. Before
I left, I knelt and asked Master if I could please have my collar put on.
As much as I like wearing ties and that. To be collared is an outward
sign that I'm just a slave, at this point that is the way I want to look
and feel. Once I had all the baggage in the study, I was hoping to help
unpack. But instead was told to stand there and underdress, taking
everything out of my pockets also. I took everything off, folding each
item as I went. Now standing naked except for my collar. I went into each
pocket finding nothing except a silk hanky in the jacket pocket and my
white `sissy' hanky in the trouser pocket. I placed them with my
clothes on the floor, that was all I possessed. "What about the collar,"
Master asked. I went and knelt before him, lowered my head for Master to
remove that from me.

"Now stand over there," Master ordered pointing to a spot the other side
of my clothes.

"Open those legs, put your hands behind your neck. Don't look at me you
piece of shit." quickly I bowed my head.

Master once again stressed upon me, that not taking into account my
ear-studs. All I have on, is all I own, which is nothing at all.
Everything that has come from the bedsit is now the property of Master.
Even Prince, so I'm not to think I'll have him to get comfit from.

"Is that body yours Sissy?" I was asked.

"No Master it belongs to you, to use as you wish." I proudly told him.

"You understand that you own nothing, don't you Sissy!"

"Yes I do Master."

"Now come over here," he said firmly.

I was about to just step over the clothes, when I was told "Don't walk
over my belongings you useless bitch!"

Still with hands on the back of your neck, I walked around them all to
now be standing in front of Master.

"Turn around, open your legs and bend over as far as you can," he
ordered.

Bent over like this, with hand still behind my neck, I began to wobble a
little. But it wasn't to matter, cause the next order came just in time.

"Now use your hands to part those cheeks, I want a good look at that
pussy of yours."

Slowly I parted my cheeks, but not far enough for Master. As he yelled,

"I want to see that pussy open, part those lip Nancy!"

I felt quite humiliated having to do this, to have someone looking into
my shit hole. Even though it was my Master. I worked my fingers in closer
to my pussy lips, pulling them further apart. Yes I could even feel them
opening up for viewing. I just had to stay like this and listen to
masters comments.

"It still looks a little dirty in there, didn't you wash it this
morning,"

"Yes I did Master."

"Did you put your finger right up inside."

"Ummmm..... N.... No Master."

"Is that why you're still a virgin, no one wanted to fuck that dirty,
smelly, shit hole. Or do you keep it dirty because you want to stay a
virgin."

My face went even a deeper shade of red. I didn't know how to answer. I
didn't think it was dirty like that and I didn't want to stay a virgin.

"Aren't you going to tell me why you have a dirty pussy," he asked
firmly.

"I don't want to remain a virgin, Master. I didn't think it was dirty
like that, I'm sorry and promise to make sure it's clean in future,
Master."

"Stay as you are and come a bit closer to me," I was told.

I took a few awkward steps back keeping my hole open. Then felt Masters
spit land right over my opened cavity. I knew not to move or do anything,
then another one landed hitting almost the same spot. To be followed
shortly after by a big thick juicy one. Which I'm sure was aimed at the
base of my spine, where it landed, before slowly sliding downwards.
Before it arrived at my crack Master informed me.

"Now Bitch use your fingers and push it all into that pussy of your."

Holding my cheeks open with the left hand, I used the middle finger of my
right hand to collect all the spittle. Then gently work that thick
dropping into my hole. The first two joins of the finger slid in nicely
with the help of Masters lovely juice. I let the finger play around in
there a little. Thinking of what I'm pushing into my back passage,
before trying to insert my index finger also. But not being used to all
this, I couldn't get it in. All of a sudden I wanted to push in even
deeper, to feel what it was like up there. To see if I could feel where
my shit sat. With one quick thrust, there it was, sitting deep in that
dark tunnel. I could now feel my hot turd where it sat waiting to be
forced out on my next visit to the toilet.

Having the finger in there feeling its contents, knowing how degraded and
humiliated I was feeling at doing this. Made me get a full blown
erection, this is all I need right now. Amazing what a little humiliation
will do to someone like me. It remained there only a few seconds, enough
time to touch the brown hot turds sitting there. But not enough time to
contemplate something else being at home up there. Before I was told to
take it out, stand and turn around again. I stood before Master with head
bowed, still red faced. A finger smelling of shit held out and away from
the others in front of me. Standing also proudly between my legs, one
ridge sissy clit.

"Oh! What do we have here. Seem we like fingers up the bum, doesn't it."

"I couldn't help it Master, it just happened when I touched the turds."

"OK. Then smell that finger!" as I smelt and looked at it, there wasn't
as much shit on it as I thought. Guess most got left behind as I pulled
out, except what stayed under the finger nail, which had that brown look
about it. The next order was right on top of that. "Put it in your mouth
and suck it clean!" I just looked to him with shocked surprise at his
demand. "Go on!! or do I have to put it in there for you!!" Tentatively
my mouth opened, slowly the finger entered, I closed my eyes, then my
mouth and sucked. As I sucked I thought of the night I had to suck and
lick Master all over. I sucked his arse, pushed my tongue in and tasted
his shit. I liked it, anyway this has still got some of Masters thick
spittle juice on it. The finger was sucked and licked clean the same way
I love to suck a thick hot prick of all its goodness.

"Did you enjoy that?" Master asked, as I removed the finger.

"Yes I did master," I told him in a soft voice with head still bowed.

Slapping between my thighs, I knew to open my legs wide till the slapping
stopped. My twitching clity was now standing straight out in front of me.
Frightened of what would be done about my state, I just closed my eyes
and waited.

"Put your hands on your head like a good girl," I was told.

Taking a firm hold of my clit, I finished up standing right between
Masters legs. His hand took my ball sac, gently caressing over each
little nut. The pleasure of that was sending me wilde, my breathing got
deeper, my clit became even more rigid. It stood like a rod of steel
before me. I could feel it giving little throbbing jerks. All the time my
head stayed bowed, eyes stayed closed savouring Masters touch. My mouth
opened as I took one long deep breath, as that same warm hand now
encircled my shaft from the base. Ever so slowly and softly sliding its
way up to my gland head. Soft moans of pleasure came from deep down
inside of me, as I felt the skin being pulled back to expose one hot
purple seeping head. Masters finger stroked over the slit, then I was
told to bend down. As I did the finger went to my lips.

"Suck off your sissy slime, whore."

I didn't have to be told twice, as I sucked with the added enjoyment of
it being Masters finger I was sucking on. I knew it was my juice on the
finger, but I sucked thinking it's Masters cock and pre cum being given
to his bitch.

All to soon the foreskin was slid back up over the head. His hand kneaded
gently over my throbbing member for a little longer. Having me thinking
and excited that I was going to be brought to a beautiful orgasm. Instead
that gentle hand all of a sudden gripped like a vice, squeezing all the
life out of my clit. My moans of ecstasy quickly became squeals of agony.
My eyes opened wide, my head shot up, my interlocked fingers separated.
But my hands stayed at my head. My knees just seemed to buckle as I bent
forward in agonising pain.

"Now go put on the pretty chiffon pinafore and get my lunch ready. Don't
even think of touching that or even looking at it. Now Go!"

I turned to run off, when I got stopped mid track. "Haven't you
forgotten something?"

Turning back I saw Master pointing to my collar. I picked it up returned,
handed it to Master, fell to my knees, lowered my head. "Thank you
Master," I said, as I got down to kiss and even licked over the shoes.
Before being pushed off my his foot.

All the while getting Masters meal, the softness of the pinafore kept
flittering over my now semi erect clit. Causing me great strife as the
fineness of the chiffon you could also see how my clit was enjoying the
feeling. I panicked when I noticed a wet spot on the pinny. Yes my clit
was seeping pre cum through the excitement of the pinafores delicate
touching. I took a paper towel trying to clean everything up. But just
seemed to make the little wet spot bigger and more oblivious. I wiped and
squeezed all I could out of the slit, hoping nothing more would dribble
out. As I pulled my skin over the head, wishing now that I could tape it
closed. With the pumpkin soup and poached eggs on toast just about ready.
I went to inform Master lunch is ready. I noticed he was emptying out the
cases, putting the clothes in little piles on the floor. I served his
meal and could only kneel beside him like a dog. As I had to put my hands
on the floor between my knees, and watch as he ate. The soup bowl was
then handed to me, to lick clean while he had the eggs on toast. When
he'd finished, Master took the crusts that he'd cut off and held one at
a time in his fingers for me to eat. Just like you would a little puppy
dog. After making Master a nice coffee, I was allowed to go finish
what's in my bowl from this morning.

Returning to Master in the lounge, the floor now covered with all the
contents of the cases. Undershorts, vests, socks, shirts, handkerchiefs
and ties, scarfs etc. all in separate piles. I was told what would be
kept and what is going to be given away. Like I had no use now for socks,
vests, undershorts. Except for a silver and pale blue pair of satin
boxers that Master said were to be decorated. So were put aside with a
couple of really nice white and peach coloured silk shirts. That I
gathered were also to be altered. Everything else then went into a
wardrobe or drawers in another room. Till the weekend when Sir will be
down to see if he wants anything. I noticed the box of novels sitting on
the table. Prince was till wrapped up in the bag on the floor. But the
diaries and all the other papers had gone. I asked where they were, which
is a big mistake.

"Do they belong to you, Pansy!"

"No Master, I'm very sorry for saying that," I said after thinking for a
couple of second. He stood in front of me, took a handful of hair holding
my head back, while I received a few hard slaps and backhanders across
the face. They stung, they really hurt, the pulling of my hair also
hurting. To finish off, I just got spat on, with some also going into my
eyes. My whole head was smarting as he let go. I bowed my head, knowing
not to even think of wiping anything away.

"Take that pinafore off, bitch! and hand it to me."

I did, guessing why he wanted it now. Holding it out he asked how that
stain got to be there. I tried to explain what happened and how in the
kitchen.

"That's not good enough, you'll have to learn to have better control of
what happens down there."

I got handed the pinafore, told to put it in my mouth and lick it clean.
I knelt there a good minute licking, sucking, hoping I got all that
seepage removed. Then Master just pulled it from me saying "It make him
sick watching you, you cum loving whore." as he chucked it aside.

Now it was the time to tell Master all that I said I wanted to explain at
home. As I was told to kneel between his legs and tell all. It was harder
to start than I thought. As I just knelt there unable to speak, just
looking up at Master. I got given a hand when Master asked, tell me all
about your teddy bear `Prince' how long have you had it. Yes that's
all I needed to get started. As I told him how Prince was about the first
thing I bought once I left home. How I wanted someone or something to
love that wouldn't laugh at me, calling me a Sissy all the time. How I
loved dressing him up, taking him to bed wearing his nighty. He knew how
much I wished it was me wearing it, but didn't have the guts to go into
a women dept. to buy one not quite knowing my woman's size etc. I only
had Prince to hold as I cried many times after knock backs. Like one
night I got picked up by a chap wearing leather trousers and jacket. I
thought he'd be into kinky stuff and that. We were sitting in his car, I
was playing with his stiff cock. He asked what I liked, so guessing he
may like to punish and treat me like his bitch. Well to my surprise, No!
I got called a fucken weirdo the door was opened and I was pushed out. I
went straight home lay on the bed crying to Prince. He's all I've ever
had to cuddle and feel warm next to. God, I couldn't help it, I buried
my head in Master lap and started crying again. Pleading to him to Please
let Prince stay. I felt Master patting my head like you would a baby, I
guess. He lifted my head giving me his handkerchief again to wipe the
tears away.

I rested my head back on his warm lap, my arms wrapped around his leg.
Masters hand went back stroking lightly over my head. After a while I was
asked. "Are you up to telling me what is it with the doll money."

"Yes I'm alright now Master," then proceeded to tell. When I was at
collage there were these two boys, who happened to be in my brothers
class. Made me go one Saturday morning to one of there houses. As his
parents and sister were away for the weekend. I knew to go or they'd
tell my brother they saw me playing with another boy in the park toilets.
Knowing how my brother didn't like me, he'd believe them and what would
happen to me. So I went to David's place, knocked on the door and
waited, I knocked again and still waited. I could hear voices and
laughter inside. That made me a little nervous as to what they were
planing for me. At last the door opened, "come in Timothy." I stepped in,
the door closed behind me. I noticed David and Stuart had sinister
looking smiles on their faces. I got the feeling they were about to beat
me up or something for being a sissy-boy. Like everyone else seems to do
to me. I stood close to the door pleading them not to beat me up. That I
haven't done anything to hurt anyone. Stuart just pulled me from the
doorway, putting his arm around my shoulder. Telling me they had no
intention of beating me up, they actually liked me. But they wanted to
see just how much of a Sissy I am.

I was led upstairs to David's room, were I had to watch while they
kissed, hugged and played with each other under their shorts. Yes I did
get excited watching them even though they didn't take out their dicks.
That I found is what they wanted, David asked if that's what I like.
When I said `Yes' I got told to strip off then. Thinking I was going to
be part of something great, I just did it. Standing now naked before
them, I realized they weren't going to strip off. Their hand caressed
over my upper body, no lower than the waist. Still getting me excited and
an erection so hard, all the same. Stuart took my hand as I got led into
David's sisters bedroom. I was forced into her school uniform, even her
panties. Once dressed and not being made fun of, helped me relax and
enjoy it. David told me to give him a kiss, "my sister still kisses me
you know." I did, then it's Stuart's turn. I liked kissing them, it
just felt so right and good to do it.

Now this is when it happened. Sitting comfortably at the pillows was her
Doll, dressed in a beautiful full length ivory coloured satin and lace
gown. With a nice matching bow in her long brown wavy hair.

"All girls like to play with dolls," David said. "So pick her up and you
can play with her for a while."

Looking at it, I was dying to pick it up to hold, to cuddle, to even
kiss.

"Go on don't be shy. You really want to, don't you," Stuart said.

I looked to him and just nodded my head. But before I did, I pleaded with
them to please don't say anything to anyone about all this. I know if a
few of the boys at school knew they'd make life harder for me. So would
my brother, I think he'd kill me. They promised nothing would ever be
said to anybody and reaffirmed that they really did like me a lot.

I picked up the doll, took her in my arms kissed her tenderly. Held her
like she was something very special to me. Which I now guess she really
was. As after that visit all I really wanted was my very own doll. But
finished up with Prince as I couldn't afford the doll I saw at Hamlins
and wanted. She was 45pounds but had a catalogue for pretty outfits you
could buy. So that is what the jar of money was for, I've been saving
spare change with hope getting her.

I stayed dressed up and with Chrissy [the dolls name] for most of the
day. David and Stuart enjoyed having me dressed up like a school girl and
at no time made fun of me. I then felt comfortable being myself letting
them see me enjoying Chrissy.

Before I left Stuart asked the question I was really hoping for.

"Yes I'd love to," I told him and also looking to David. By the smile on
his face, I knew there would be two loads for me. As I was to find out
after, it's the first time they'd been sucked off. Also they'd never
wanked or touched each others cock in this way before. The act they put
on when I arrived, was just that, to see if I'd get turned on and do
what they wanted. It worked, I did get turned on and wanted to play. Ever
since that day I've wanted to my own doll to cuddle, dress up and just
play with.

I then looked up to Master waiting his reply, feeling a little
embarrassed by telling him all this. But I knew he'd find out if he read
my diaries anyway. All he said was, "What I was told about you from the
start seems to be all very true, isn't it." I didn't know how to answer
that, so just nodded the head, then kept looking to the floor. I guess
Sir had told him all he'd heard about me from collage.

Putting a hand gently on each side of my face, holding my head up. I was
told to go up stairs, make myself up as the pretty girl you feel you want
to be. Then come down when you're ready. Before I left, I got down
kissing Masters feet, thanking him for listening to me and not laughing
at me.

When I descended the stairs over an hour later, I felt very much a girl.
Finger nails repainted, a little petty on my clit again, make up not over
done, I wore the beautiful silver satin and lace trimmed panties, bra and
petticoat under the off white silk blouses and knee length deep red nylon
pleated skirt. In my hair I wore a big white satin bow. As I looked in
the mirror, I saw looking back at me a pretty girl. [well I thought so
anyway] On with my two inch heels then off I went for the big test. On
knocking and entering the lounge, I felt just so very happy when I saw
the lovely smile on Masters face. His hand went out inviting me over to
him. I stood, then on orders, I turned slowly around so he could examine
my whole effort. Back facing him, Master just said, "you left the collar
on."

"Oh, Yes Master, I'm only your slave." I said proudly.

"You look very pretty, do you feel like a girl all dressed up now?"

"Well I feel very feminine, yes I guess I do feel like a girl Master."
But I quickly added. "I don't want to be a proper girl Master." Thinking
he might put me on hormones or have my little thing cut off.

"You're not going to be a proper girl, Bitch! You're just my sissy
slave, the way I want you to be."

With that said, I had to kneel before him, as I was told. He's had to
cancel two appointments today, because I took so long packing up. So I'm
to put my pinafore on, then go and do all my chores. He didn't want to
see me again till I had this evening meal ready. Any signs of touching
myself or having girly thoughts would be harshly dealt with.

"Yes Master, I'll keep myself busy doing all my housework."

"Would you like a drink before you start your work," Master asked.

"Oh yes please, Thank you Master, I am thirsty."

Then to my surprise as Master stood, he pointed to his cock saying. "This
is what you want isn't it, you filthy whore." looking at Master, I knew
better than to disagree, so just said "Thank you Master." I had to undo
Master zipper, take out his cock. Before putting it in my mouth, I was
warned not to spill a drop or I'll be punished severely. I closed my
lips around the deflated penis and waited for the flow to begin. I
couldn't help playing my tongue around his skin, wanting to get under
it. Something I love doing with a foreskin. But was quickly warned, I'm
just there to drink and what will happen if any spills out from my mouth.
My nose was resting right at Masters under shorts, that warm distinctive
musky aroma. Had me wishing Master would make me lick him all over under
there.

My thoughts and wishes were cut short, as the first taste of Masters
precious wine touched my tongue, flowing towards my throat. In no time I
was sucking quickly like a knew born lamb suckling on its mothers teat
for the goodness of life. I thought the flow was never going to end as I
kept swallowing as fast as I could. I put my hands on Masters butt cheeks
to hold him as close as possible as I drunk. Fortunately not a drop was
spelt, which pleased my Master. I realized also how I'm beginning to
enjoy drinking this way. The taste and idea of drinking urine disgusted
me the first time Master made me drink from him. But now that strong warm
salty taste has got me hooked. Also I know it comes from the one that
controls my life, the Master I worship. Once I'd sucked out the last
drop, I was just pushed away and told to wipe him clean, as I was handed
his handkerchief to do it with. When finished I went to hand it back to
Master, only to get a hard slap across the face. For expecting Master to
use a piss smelling hanky, that had wiped his cock that had also been in
my filthy mouth. Instead I had to run of and get Master a clean one. When
I returned, I was told to put the used one under my bra.

"A bit of padding for you Pansy," Master said while squeezing my nipples.
Before I was dismissed to do my chores, I was once again warned not to
have any girly thoughts. "You only have to think about cleaning. Don't
you Slut!"

After acknowledging Masters words, I was told to get out and he wanted
dinner at 6pm.

After Master had dinner, I was informed that I was in need of another
session in the training room. So once I'd finished cleaning up, I was to
strip to just my panties and bra. Then go and kneel like a dog outside
the training room door. There I knelt for some time, just thinking of
what is in store for me. My knees began to ache and go numb. Kneeling
there more or less naked in a cold hallway I began to shiver. I tried
rubbing my arms, legs. Even got down into a fetal position hoping a
rolled up body would keep me warm. It didn't really. I don't quite know
how long I was there before Master arrived. Pushing me with his foot,
reminding me I was told to kneel like a Fucken! dog not a Bloody baby.
Quickly I knelt up apologising for my disobedience, trying to explain
why. But I knew Mater wasn't hearing a word I tried to say. The door was
opened and I was pulled up my the hair, then down the stairs. To be
pushed back to the floor where I belong and told to crawl into my cage,
and wait. I squatted in there in trepidation, as I watched Master going
through and picking out the strap and whip he wanted to use on me. I
closed my eyes as Master ran them through his hands, before testing them
on the padded table. Listening to each one land with a firm Whack!. I
knew it won't be long before I would be on the receiving end of that.

Without any further ado, I was pulled out and told to stand under the
pulley, with hands at the back of my neck. Each wrist was taken to be
fastened into a leather restrainer, before being pulled upwards and
apart. The same happened to each ankle, after Master relieved me of my
panties and the petty I was wearing. The slack I had after having my arms
fastened soon disappeared. My legs were pulled backward and also parted,
to a point that I was now leaning forward with all the weight on my arms.
I was now completely at Master mercy, as he ran his hands over my
backside. Telling me how the colour is going to be chanced very soon. To
a nice bright red, to help warm me up. Gently his hands came around to
caress over my stomach working there way up to squeeze on each nipple. In
a quiet voice I was told how he'd been reading some of my Diary. That he
found it very interesting, that I've been wanting to be used like this
for so long. That he can't wait to read some of the novels I used to
read. I might get some more ideas from them, he told me. My mind was just
racing, trying to think of what I'd read in the novels that would give
Master any new ideas. My thoughts were cut short, as I screamed in pain.
Masters hand just went down firmly twisted and pulling at my semi erect
sissy clit and sac that hung behind it. All Master could say was "That's
brought you back to earth hasn't it."

A small chain was tied to my ball sac before having about four or five
weights attached. I don't know how much they weighed, but they sure
pulled at my sac. After looking and giving me a smile, Master walked
behind me. I heard him take up one of the straps. At the same time I
closed my eyes waiting for the assault to begin. But no, firstly with a
hand full of hair my head was pulled back and sideways, so I was looking
at Master.

"I know you'll like this you Fucken bit of sissy shit!" spitting a thick
one in my face before pushing my head forward again.

Then it began, across my back I felt the sting of about a dozen thin
straps from the whip. Making there welcome marks where they wished, even
above my bra strap. Again and again it landed, cris crossing over the one
before. Tears were running down my cheeks with the pain, the burning
heat. I could feel each mark that had been make on my back. The little
movement I did have from the restrains, caused the weights to swing
widely, adding greatly to the discomfit I was suffering. My crying was
added to with moans which got louder as the assault continued. Causing
Master to take the hanky from under the bra and just shove it into my
mouth. Telling he to leave it there. I knew what he meant. At the same
time I tried to tell Master I wanted wees. I gather I wasn't the first
to get caught like this. As the weights came off, to be replaced by a
long tube sort of thing. Which shaped down into a big bulb. It fitted
snugly over the penis, then with a few hooks it attached onto the chain
that was now tied around the base of my clit. Satisfied all was as it
should be, I was again warned not to spill a drop or I'll be drinking it
all.

I tried to start pissing but nothing would come. Whack! Whack! Whack!
Whack! The leather strap came firmly down on my backside now. My crying,
muffled screaming and jerking around began again. My backside was now
beginning to burn in conjunction with my upper back. I would toss my head
with each painful stroke, moaning as I cried, in fear of pushing out the
hanky, if I screamed. At the same time, whatever the strapping did to me,
it made my bladder start flowing. I closed my eyes, pushed my head
backwards, willing my bladder to empty completely. As a few more marks
were layed across the beaten cheeks. I could only moan softly now as I
bit onto the gag. At the same time my punishment came to an end.
Fortunately on two accounts, the container I urinated into was rather
full. I'm sure had I received any more punishment I'd finish up
drinking it down again. Secondly with the swaying of it, it seemed heaver
than the lead weights were.

Each ankle was released from its bonds, I tried to stand straight. But
found it more comfortable to just rest as I was awhile. To let some of
the burning subside. But as the container came off, the pulley was
released. Letting me fall to the floor, as I had no strength left in my
batted body. As I lay there Master knelt beside me. Asking if I felt
better now. I could only nod my head, Yes. Knowing that is what I needed
so badly. I was told to take the gag from my mouth. I did and held the
wet hanky firmly in my hand. I closed my eyes as I felt a little easier
and able to move again. I let out a deep groan, as I felt Masters warm
hand encircle my sissy clit. In no time it sprung to life.

"I think this Bitch likes being punished, doesn't it?" Master asked.

Quietly I replied, "Yes Master, it does." I was brought to a full
throbbing erection. Breathing heavily with Masters hand still just
encircling my clit, not even stroking it. I'm sure with the slightest
movement I'd shot my load. I opened my eyes looking pleadingly up at
Master. Thinking to myself, Please take me all the way quickly. I tried
working my hips, in the hope of getting off. But again, all to no avail.
The hand came away, leaving an aching sissy clit just standing there with
pre cum hanging from the slit.

Without any further ado, I was told to get up, empty and clean out the
urine container. Clean off my make up and have a cold wash. Then go to
Masters room. Curiously and painfully, I made each step with container in
hand. That one would think these are the first steps I've ever taken. By
the time I reached the bathroom, that little thing between my legs, was
little again. With the container cleaned out, make up cleaned off
followed by a cold wash. It was time to take this sore, aching body into
my Master. As I was invited in, I noticed folded and waiting on the floor
my nappy and plastic panties. Master just pointed to them, I knew to just
get down and lie over on it ready to get pinned in. But first he had be
on my stomach while he wiped a little cream over the burning backside.
Then it was on with nappy and plastics, followed by a short nighty.

"Now pansy you can get your Master underdressed."

As slowly as I could, I went about the task. Savouring every second of
touching Master and his clothes. Folding and kissing each article like it
was the most precious piece of clothing ever made. I know Master noticed
what I was doing, but said nothing. Possibly expecting that adoration
from a slave bitch. Stripped down to just his undershorts, I thought I
would now be lead off to be tied in my bed. But to my great surprise, No!
I was going to spend the night sleeping with my Master. I knelt to have
the collar removed, then took off Masters shorts and was told to lick
them good or I'll be staying on the floor for the night. With great care
and attention my tongue went to work, licking every inch, enjoying the
Muskie aroma the taste. Satisfied with my performance, I was told to turn
out the main light and get into bed facing Masters back, as he turned
away from me.

Lying there I tried to get as close as possible to Master. Resting my
head at his armpits, just so I could smell any sweaty odour that may come
from him. But the predominant smell came from the Aramis body spray he
used, which also gets me aroused. I wanted to just touch him with my
hand, kiss his smooth firm back. But I knew better without permission
first. The silence was broken, when Master started questioning me about
some things I'd written in the first diary. The way I'd get upset by
some of the names I was called at the `Gay Bars' or wouldn't get
picked up because `He's just a girl.' How I was always looking for
someone to dominate me. About the messages I'd written on toilet walls,
wanting to be punished. After I'd answered the best I could. I still got
a little upset, knowing what I was and what I still am is just me. I
can't help being different to others, I told Master.

Master turned facing me, pulling me close, my head resting on his smooth
hairless chest, his left arm resting over me. Even the burning still in
my back subsided, just knowing Master was holding me, his slave, close to
him. I could feel his rock hard penis pushing at me leg. I couldn't
move, I didn't want to move away from it. Master took my right hand,
guiding it down to place it around his hot throbbing appendage. Just the
thrill of touching it got me so excited. My eyes opened wide, my heart
started pumping faster than ever before, knowing I was holding the erect
penis of my Masters. I just kept hold of it, not knowing if I could
stroke it or not. Till Master said "Don't be frightened, it won't hurt
you if you stroke it." I didn't need a second invitation, as I slowly
slid my hand gently along his beautiful rod. Making sure to caress over
and pull back tenderly his skin to reveal that purple gland head. My own
nappy covered clit was trying the best it could to stand in appreciation.
I just had to stay uncomfortable, as I didn't want to take my hand away
from my Masters. In a whisper Master asked, "Would a whore like to put
its mouth over it and suck me all the way."

"Oh! Master, yes I would love to and I hope I satisfy you."

"Get down there then and show me how good you are, Pansy."

I didn't need a second telling. In no time my mouth was down kissing,
licking, sucking all over Masters cock, balls, his thighs. My face down
trying to also lick at Masters arse. Till I was told to leave that and
get back to his cock. Kissing my way back up his shaft till I reached the
tip. My tongue licked gently over the slit for any juice that may of
seeped out. Before opening my mouth, sliding down, taking the full length
of his shaft, as deep as I could. Slowly coming back up stopping to work
my tongue in under the foreskin. Slowly and gentle licking all the taste
I could get from in there. God! Oh how I love foreskins. letting my mouth
once again engulf that hot pulsating penis, trying to even take it
further down into my throat. To suck the best I could on it. Licking all
around the shaft as I came back up. Leaving it free a few seconds just to
again kiss and show my devotion to Masters balls. Now back working my
mouth down, I could feel the heat coming from Masters rod of steel as
took it down. With my right hand I began massaging gentle his balls.
Bringing my mouth back up, I got a good taste of Masters pre cum, as it
slid along coating my tongue. Before swallowing it, I just had to kiss
again the slit from which it had come. Thanking Master also for the
delicacy I had just received.

I could tell Master wasn't to far from giving up his load either. As his
long soft moans, his deep breathing, feeling his body tense up. I noticed
his hands playing on his erect nipples, as he was deep in sexual thought.

Working my mouth back down and up again, turning my head slightly each
time to intensify the feeling on Masters sensitive, hot, throbbing penis.
I began to increase to speed, as I sucked and licked that beautiful
pulsating piece of male meat, my Masters meat. My hand caressing tenderly
over those balls which were about to give up there juice. In no time I
heard Masters deep groaning go from soft to long hard groans. His whole
body tensing up before he started jerking uncontrollably. I could feel
his cock harden even more, as the cum juice began to enter the tunnel.
Ready to be ejaculated, deep into my waiting mouth, down my open throat.
Not a drop of that divine goodness do I want to lose. At the same time,
Master just started calling out, "SUCK ME YOU FUCKEN SLUT!!, I'....MMM
COOOOMMMMMIIINNNGGG Y..... EEESSSSS SSSUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK MMMEEEEEEEE
!! SUUUCCCCKKKK IIITTTTT yoouuu FFUUUUNNNKKKEEENN SSLLLAAAAVVVVEEE B
IIITTTCCHHH!!!" I did, I kept sucking the best I could, not spilling a
drop. Holding as much as I could in my mouth, as I could before
swallowing it down, ready for more. Till Master had spent his lot. I kept
my mouth over his cock, with the help of Masters hand. As he held my head
down as I sucked, till I got out every last drop of Masters cum into me.
Once he started deflate, my head was pulled off. I couldn't help but
give it one last kiss in gratitude for the food of life it had just given
he.

As I found my way back up to Master, I thanked him for the great honour
of being allowed to suck him and drink all from his beautiful fountain.
Master just rubbed over my head saying, "You'll be a good slave soon." I
didn't know what he meant by `soon' and it's not up to a slave to
ask. So just said again "Thank you Master." lying there I was now hoping
Master would ask if I wanted to relieve that built up tension in my clit.
But no, he just turned back onto his side facing away from me, saying to
get to sleep. As you have a busy day tomorrow.

I lay there close as possible to Masters back without touching him.
Listening to his soft, contented breathing. Feeling honoured to be his
slave. As I lay there drift off to sleep, I was also feeling very
contented after such a day. I know now I'm nothing but Masters property,
after cleaning out my old bedsit. Closing my bank account and handing
everything I owned over now to Master. That he now knows everything about
this sissy. Having also drunk all from Masters fountain. The aching and
heat of my back from the punishment I was given. I can go to sleep happy
that I'm a slave and where I belong is, with a Master.

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Chapter 10 will be soon as possible.