His Property Now
by Andi Pansy
I still don't know why I did it, sure I fantasised about being at the mercy of a big strong dominant man but I never thought it would really happen. I don't know why I had to advertise my availability but as ever, I had enjoyed dressing up in my frilly dresses and enjoyed taking my picture. What harm could it do to post my picture, it was just a bit of fun. Even though I say it myself I looked quite feminine when I dressed, I was slim and quite short. I looked good in the photos.
Several men contacted me, with e-mails varying from filth to abuse. One caught my eye though. It was from a man calling himself Alan and asked me to supply more photos. He liked my photos but wanted more and he was quite specific about what I had to wear next and where I had to order the garments from.
This exited me. Even in the e-mail his tone was controlling and this I found exiting.
There were several phone numbers to call for the costumes, he did not want me to order on the web I had to phone. I had to be clear that the items were for me. I looked at the list and was thrilled at the thought. I wondered if I would have the nerve.
I was shaking as I made the first call. A woman answered. She was chatty and pleasant to start with but her tone changed to one of vague disgust as she realised the satin skirt and blouse I was buying were for me. When she asked what size I required I told her I was a size 12. He tone changed instantly.
The next shop was a specialist shop where I had to get a peasants dress including all the trimmings. The voice that answered my call was effeminate to say the least.
"I understand you have a red and black peasant dress." I tentatively asked "Why yes my dear, we do and it's really gorgeous." He gushed in response "Do you have any in stock?"
"A few, what size are you, I mean it is for you isn't it?"
"Yes, yes it is." I humbly replied. "Size 12."
"Hold on I'll look, don't go away."
I was so tempted to end it there, hang up but I didn't.
He returned to tell me he had two or three, and gave me some choices about the finish and cut.
"I'm not sure." I felt useless as I replied.
"Well why are buying this?" he responded
"Because I've been told to, for a er photo shoot."
There was a moments silence then he asked knowingly
"Hold on, is your name Andi?"
This took me back and I didn't answer.
"It is isn't it, and you are buying this for Alan?"
Again I was silent.
He knew exactly which one I required and which accessories and would be glad to send them to me. I had to promise to send him a picture as well though.
That call chilled me but not as much as the mail I received next from Alan. He was pleased with me and looked forward to receiving my pictures. He told me he would call me when he received them.
I had never given him my phone number and had never intended to. One of the shops must have told him, I could guess which one. I didn't know what to do, all I could hope was that he was tricking me, he didn't have my number and couldn't call me.
It seemed a good time to end the little game so I did not send him the photos. A week later the phone went and almost having forgotten my little adventure I answered it, in my usual way expecting one of those sales calls.
"Hello is that Andi by any chance?" A dark voice said.
"Why yes." I said suddenly feeling alarmed.
"Why good, it's Alan here, your Master."
I was silent.
"I was calling to find out where my photos were."
I could only stammer a response.
"You have done them haven't you?"
"Er, I've had a problem with my P.C." was all I could think of saying.
"Have you now." He said not believing a word.
"Oh dear, that's a shame, only your weren't thinking of letting me down were you?"
"No, I wasn't, I promise." I said, knowing I sounded totally disingenuous.
"Good, I hope not only you've wetted my appetite and you wouldn't want to disappoint me would you?"
"I tell you what, tomorrow evening, you do the photos early and send them over to me, then keep the peasant dress on and I'll call. How does that sound?"
"I'm going out tomorrow evening…" I started
"Well you're not now, you are trying to make it up to me now, I'll call tomorrow evening at eight. Understood?"
I could barely concentrate on my work, I nearly forgot to call up my friends to tell them I couldn't make it. They all surmised I had a date, as they always did when I was not around, indulging my little fantasies. I had a date, but not as they thought.
I got home early to give myself time, duly took the required photos and sent them off. The peasant dress was so lovely to wear, so delicious, I felt quite turned on. It was all I could do not to play with myself.
Eventually the phone rang, it was him. He had received the photos and had decided he wanted to meet me. I stammered that I wasn't sure.
"My sweet little thing, you haven't realised have you?" he said as if talking to a little girl.
"Realised?" I stammered.
"Realised it's not up to you anymore, it's up to me, it's what I want that counts and I want to meat you. I know all about you, where you live you name everything and I want to meet you. You had better come here. "
He proceeded to tell me that I would travel by train next Friday evening. He loved the thought of me travelling "en femme" but on this occasion I could wear male top clothes. I was however to be in full lingerie including seemed stockings and a full slip.
I got very hot on the journey over, especially at the start. The train was full, standing room only. Several times as the train lurched about I was pushed up against, I didn't know where to put myself. After a few stations the train started to empty out.
I received a text message.
It was from him.
"You look very hot my sweet."
He was in my carriage. I tried not to look around but couldn't help myself. He knew only too well what I looked like, I had no idea about him. Another text came.
"Go to the buffet car. Wait there"
This meant I had to walk the length of the carriage, I just stared at the floor as I made my way there, my heart thumping. At the buffet car I waited, it seemed for ages, then after another station another text.
"Get off at the Natbury, the next Station. I have your case"
Instinctively I went to where I had stowed my case and it was gone. My heart thumped even more and I wondered why I ever put myself in these situations. The next station was a small one, several people got off and no one gave me any notice.
Soon I was alone. At last though I could breath, the train had been so stuffy, so hot. I was enjoying the cool air when my phone rang. It was him, I looked around and couldn't see anyone. Nervously I answered
"Welcome the Natbury." He said "The waiting room is open, you will find your outfit in the ladies loo, there is make up there as well. Leave your male top clothes in the waiting room. Don't be too long come out and wait there when you've done."
The outfit was amazing and I still don't know how I plucked up the courage to put it on. It was a frilly lacy pink creation the skirt sticking out at nearly 90o the mass of petticoats barely covered my lacy stocking tops. My slip looked silly so I removed it.
I applied my make up, working quickly. I was quite good at make up now. I didn't think a train was due, It was deserted but you never knew. On went my heels and I was ready. I tottered out into the night air again, nearly forgetting my phone. My nervousness was beginning to be outweighed by my excitement and anticipation.
I didn't have to wait long, my phone went.
"Well done, you look very pretty. Go and wait in the car part, face the ticket machine."
Never have I felt so vulnerable as I waited, a feeling I loved. Footsteps approached.
"Very nice. Very nice.
Put your hands on your head."
This made my little dress ride up, exposing more of my ass. He felt my ass his touch electric making me catch my breath.
"You are now mine, to use as I wish." He said pulling my hands down and cuffing them behind my back, then on went a blindfold.
Silently he took me to his car and we drove to his house. On arrival I was taken down some stairs, there was much locking and unlocking of doors.
"No one in the world knows you are here, no one. " he said as he spread my arms and legs with metal restraints.
This was my dream, my fantasy. I was in a dream, revelling in my position. I sensed I was alone and relaxed for a while. How I loved not knowing what was going to happen.
Then he returned, I heard his breathing. I felt him in front of me. He touched my face. I was shaking.
"Nervous?" he asked
"Yes." I simpered in response.
"Good." And taking my head in his arms he kissed me, full on the lips.
I opened my mouth to let him in. he kissed me for some time. Even in my heels he seemed taller than me. He told me he was going to do some work on my ass and soon I felt what I took to be a dildo being pushed against my hole. He decided I was too tight and went off to get a smaller one.
This he was able to insert, I gasped then cried out as it entered it felt greasy and wet. A strong arm went round my waist to hold me still, but still I struggled and cried out. This did not deter him, silent he went about fucking me with the object.
How I pulled on my restraints.
"You love this don't you?" he hissed
I didn't reply
"Come on faggot you love this, you love being fucked."
"Yes." I panted
"You are a little pansy faggot boy aren't you, a proper little pansy faggot." He was right up in my ear now and ended by pushing the dildo in as far as it would go.
I cried out again.
"Tell me." I could feel his breath in my ear "what you are, tell me."
He pushed the dildo in again.
"Ah, ah, ah, I am I little pansy faggot, and I love being fucked."
"Do you now, do you, good. Because that is what is going to happen to you, you are going to be fucked. I am going to have your ass, I am going to fill it with my semen." He was still hissing in my ear, still firmly holding my waist. I was in another world, panting, struggling against my bonds.
He relented, allowing me temporary respite.
I heard noises, metallic noises as he moved around the room. He hummed to himself, clearly he was in good mood. Then he was with me again.
"Now my dear, it's time to play with you again." He wasn't hissing now, his voice was deliberate.
He was in front of me.
"It's time to get personal, intimate. It's time to have a look at your little sissy cock." He pronounced the word cock with an exaggerated 'ck' at both ends.
I held my breath.
"What have we here?" he asked carefully finding my small clean shaven tool. "you know what I like to do to sweet little cocks like this don't you?"
"No." I stammered in response.
"I like to torture them."
I was silent again and then simpered a
This pleased him so I begged some more.
"My dear, I'm afraid my mind is made up, you see this is such a darling little tool and you will struggle beautifully.
You were certainly very fetching just now.
I think however we had better use one of these." He said filling my mouth with some sort of gag.
He pulled my foreskin back then there was a pause. I just held my breath. I was thirsty and tired I didn't know how much I could take or how much he could hurt me.
He could hurt me a lot. I think he used two stiff hairbrushes, it wouldn't be the last time. The pain was excruciating as he run the brushes over my exposed head. it wasn't continuos, he took his time maximising my suffering.
He enjoyed my struggling, my whimpering into the gag, my crying and muffled pleading. He found it attractive.
I don't know how long the torture went on for, after a while it became surreal, I could feel the pain but I seemed to be watching from outside. I think he must have stopped some time before I noticed and I just slumped in my chains. I didn't have the strength to stand anymore.
He released me and lay me down on a soft bed. For the first time off came the blindfold but I couldn't focus, I just drifted into an exhausted sleep.
When I woke in the morning my little cock was on fire but it was still hard. I came too and remembered everything. I sat up and found myself in a cell, with metal bars. The was no natural light but the room was well lit, I looked at the area across from the cell and surmised that I had been attached to some chains hanging from the ceiling.
A door opened and for the first time I could get a look at my tormentor.
"Ah good, you're awake, on your knees and bow your head." he said, I complied.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Yes thanks." I mumbled.
"Good, fully refreshed and ready to go. You wore the chains beautifully. I want you can be in satin this morning, this outfit is lovely, you will look lovely in it.
Be sure to lock yourself in properly.
You may kiss my feet."
I leant forward and kissed.
"Good, now get yourself dressed and if you are er, pretty enough I may let you have some breakfast."
The outfit was absolutely lovely, a black high necked satin blouse and full length pink skirt. The blouse was lockable round the neck, the skirt at the waist and knees. I chose my best lingerie to wear underneath. My little sissy cock stirred as I dressed, it was still sore but I could not help myself, I rubbed myself through my panties. Such delicious pain.
How I'd have love to have cum but I didn't, I forced myself to stop and finished dressing. I nearly came when I locked myself in, I felt so deliciously trapped but I didn't I held beck.
Making my way upstairs was a slow process, I could only take pigeon steps. Along the way I worked out a very inelegant way of waddling, my knees were held more or less together but I could move my ankles more, they were only restricted by the hem of the skirt.
The stairs were particularly difficult but it was still a pleasure to open the door and see daylight for the first time. The house was an old one, with traditional furnishing, I was just taking it in as Alan appeared.
"Very nice, very nice." He said "we'll have to do something about your hair."
Then he motioned for me to totter down the corridor. The sun was so bright it hurt my eyes for the first part.
"You've missed breakfast, mind you I enjoyed your little show." He said nodding at a monitor displaying my cell."
"Sir, please may I have some water." I simpered.
"Why certainly." He said, at least I would be able to quench my thirst.
After my drink he led me to a spot in the middle of the porch where a chain dangled from a beam above a small podium. He attached the chain to the chain in the neck of my blouse. Once again I was his close captive, standing on this podium.
He explained that he loved to be in control, total control and had liked the way I had reacted to his control of me. Indeed at the moment in time I looked lovely, he really wanted to fuck me. As he talked he walked round me, feeling my waist, my bottom though my satin panties and my sissy cock. Then he squeezed my cheeks in his hand.
"You will have to work on your tight little ass though, I will give you a dildo to work with during the week. I'll also arrange to have your hair done, blond I think. Are you working this week?"
"That's good, your hair will take a few hours, Tuesday evening I think."
With that he left me again, I heard him talking on the phone and making coffee before he returned.
"Time for some more games." He said "You can provide me with some maid service this afternoon. Be very careful, my standards are very high. I shall expect total obedience."
He unlocked my neck, blouse and skirt and told me I had 30 minutes to be ready. I was to present myself with a full curtsey to him, he would be in the lounge.
As I expected the uniform was delicious, flouncy, frilly and short. I was thrilled to pull it on, to feel it swirling around me. I was thrilled to present myself to him with the deepest curtsey I could muster.
He told me to wait by the window, he would call when he required me. He was specific about my posture. He wanted my hands behind my back, head bowed and feet slightly apart.
Eventually his book went down and after studying me for a while he said "Time for more games I think. Come here."
I curtseyed and minced to him, curtseying when I arrived. He seemed pleased.
"Good, you're learning, now where's your sweet little smile?"
I smiled and tipped my head.
Now I think it's time for a panty inspection."
"Yes Master." I said.
"Turn round and bend over."
I turned away from him and bent over, exposing my frilly knickers.
"Very nice," he remarked then started to explore my ass.
He slapped me a couple of times then told me to get a jar of baby oil from the bathroom. When I returned and took up my position as before he slapped me a couple more times. His fingers where soon deep inside me, making me moan.
"You do love being fucked don't you, tell me you love it little sissy boy."
"Yes I do." Managed to gasp.
"You want me to fuck you properly don't you, fill you with my cum don't you pretty boy?
"Do you now, well tell me properly, beg me."
"Master please I beg you to fuck me Master, I want to be full of your hot juicy cum."
"Good girl, we'll have to work on your tight little ass. In the meantime we can use the other end."
"Your lovely little mouth, soft lips, tell me have you ever tasted cum?"
"No Master, I haven't."
"What a sissy faggot like you, never tasted cum. Well we can put right straight away."
His finger was still deep in me, probing and pushing.
"Definitely. " he said withdrawing. "go and get a bowl and spoon."
Curtseying when I left and returned, I complied, with delicious anticipation. I was shaking.
"Now does that little sissy cock of yours work?"
"Good, well kneel down look into my eyes and tell me how much you want me to fuck you while you empty yourself into the bowl."
My little cock was still sore but it didn't take much encouragement to get hard, he laughed at how small it was even when erect. I told him how I wanted him deep inside me, fucking me, I told him I wanted to feel him fill me up, feel his hot cum inside me. I looked pleadingly into his eyes as I wanked.
I came into the bowl. He smiled at me and just said "Open."
He then spooned my cum into my mouth turning the spoon over to ensure I got the full taste.
"Not very much is there?"
"And it's very good for you, have you any idea where we could get some more?"
Instinctively I looked at his crutch, my heart thumping. I looked up and found him staring at me. There was silence as he enjoyed my discomfort.
"I have some hot fresh cum, would you like some?" he asked.
My mouth went dry, I licked my lips.
"Yes Master I would."
"I bet you would, little sissy faggots like you love cum don't they?"
"We won't bother with the bowl, you may undo my flies."
It was the closest I had ever been to a real mans tool. I carefully freed it and was in awe. I could smell it, it smelt of man. I knelt forward to kiss it.
"Pull the skin back." He said.
I complied and was captivated by his purple orb. Again I licked my lips and opening my mouth wide I knelt forward to take it in.
It tasted exquisite and felt so muscular as I started to work it. I started to move up and down, savouring each centimetre of his muscle. He was enjoying it as well, his hand went to my head and firmly started to control my timing.
His breathing started to get heavier, his pushes stronger. Suddenly he withdrew the stood up and turned me round, pinning my head against the chair with his thighs.
I opened my mouth ready for his entry, from this angle he could push in further and I could not resist. He started to fuck my mouth again, this time more urgently, he gripped my head by my hair, pulling me onto him. I could barely breath.
He grunted "Come on slut, come on you bitch, take my load, take it…" then he took several longer thrusts.
He came in several long spurts, I did my best not to cough and splutter but couldn't help myself but it didn't seem to matter to him. He was totally engrossed in taking his pleasure.
He finished and hunched over me before standing and doing his trousers up. I remained in my new position, his cum all over my face and uniform.
"Look at you slut." He sniggered "Don't waste any of my cum now, you'd better lick it all up."
I knelt up and used my fingers to scoop up his juice into my mouth. I was careful not to hurry, to give him a show.
"You'd better get cleaned up, shower up here, I will bring you an outfit." He said when I had finished.
It was lovely to shower, so luxurious and I lost all sense of time as I let the warm water rejuvenate me. I suddenly became aware of him watching me. I suddenly felt very self conscious and turned the shower off. As I stepped out he wrapped me in a towel his strong arms capturing me and holding me for a minute or so.
He had brought up another stunning outfit to wear, a pink taffeta dress all frills and swirls. It was another short one, another delight to wear. The truth was I was getting tired though and just wanted to pull on a pair of jeans.
I looked at the dress.
"Alan, " I started "I'm so tired, can I have a rest, I was just going to pull my jeans for now."
"Oh but my dear I you will look so lovely in this." He replied.
I blushed and started to speak again but he interrupted
"Listen, you belong in pretty dresses not in trousers and certainly not in jeans.
Now get yourself dressed and come to the lounge."
I went to interrupt him to plead my case but his hand pushed my chin up so he was starring straight into my eyes.
And so I dressed, it always took so long, the lingerie, my hair, the make up. Eventually I was done and a tottered along to him. He smiled when he saw me.
"Ah that's better, it's so worth the effort."
I blushed and felt like I was on display, vulnerable. Still this would be his last session for the weekend then I could relax. He spoke again.
"You really must understand that I expect a high standard and will have you as pretty as possible all the times. I want to enjoy looking at you and will enjoy playing with you all the more. These pretty clothes suit you so much, much more then mens clothes. You belong in them and must wear them all the time.
Do you understand me."
I nodded compliantly, which pleased him.
My reward was to go across his knee and receive a sound slapping before being taken back downstairs and secured by chains to a pole. For good measure he blindfolded a gagged me. I listened to him rummaging around for a while before he finally left me. I also could a sworn I heard his car go.
It was some time before he came to release me. The house seemed very noisy while I waited I'm sure I heard footsteps, people moving, even voices my imagination ran riot and there was nothing I could do about any of it. Eventually I definitely heard his car.
It was still some time before he released me and he took full advantage of my confinement to feel and explore my body. I was tired and pleased to return to the cell. I was very pleased to get into the bed again.
In the morning I was awake early and sat up. I looked around and noticed that my case was gone and there was no sign of my clothes. I got up and putting on a dressing gown and went t the toilet. As I was sitting I heard the door go so when I emerged from the cubical he was there.
"Where are my clothes?" I asked.
"Today I want you in your peasant dress, we are going to play in the garden." he replied ignoring my question.
I dressed and he came to collect me and we had some breakfast. I was starving and didn't risk asking him about my clothes until after I had eaten. He stood up and came round to where I was sitting and motioned for me to stand. My hands were duly cuffed then a blindfold put on.
"And why are you worried about your stupid male clothes?" he asked leading me out into the garden. It felt good to feel fresh air on my face again.
"Because I want to wear them home later." I replied.
"Do you now?"
We walked along his path stopped and my cuffs were released and locked again around something wooden.
"I don't think you'll be needing your male clothes again."
I thought for a moment and asked
"Because my sweet you aren't going home. This is your home now and I will not tolerate you in any male clothes. You are my sissy panty faggot."
"But I may not want to…"
"I've told you more than once, what you want doesn't matter, you are here now and mine. I will be able to oversee your progress far more effectively if you are here."
I went to argue again but he had chained my ankles and waist to what I took to be a post.
I felt my skirt being raised and slowly and softly he began to manipulate my little tool...
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