Maid to Perform

by Jimrossi

My New Mistress

 

I wrote a while ago of my transformation from sub seeking male to Sissie slave to property of Mistress. Now ever since the auction I was transported to pastures new and tortures new I was sure to face.

For the first time which seemed like years but probably were only days, my gags and masks were removed, the five layers of nappies were soiled and soaked and smelt tremendously horrendous. Soon a collar and leash was placed on me as I strode to an empty stable where I was stripped of the nappies which were burnt taking away the smell and thrown into a bucket of icy water with soap, I knew my purpose here was to wash myself. All scrubbed and clean I was left for the night naked in my fake vagina and breast latex top with the brown tanned skin and tattooed body Mistress had so kindly given me.

There for the night I hid under the hay to gain some warmth, but no sleep for me tonight as the constant banging of a newly brought in horse in the next stable seemed to pounding his oats with a female horse. A sight did not wish to hear let alone see .

When I was awoken. I say awoken as up till 4 am I was awake hearing the sexual deviances of my neighbouring horses, two hours later my feet were strapped behind my legs, my arms tied into one binding behind my back and the usual mask blinding and gagging me. These were usual things which I had experienced under Mistress, but what was not unusual was being tied under the rampant sex horse from last night as his penis swayed near me.

Thankfully I was untied from the horse placed in a scented bath, puffed dry with powder, placed on a mat and left laying on the mat in a room of pure black. No light or sound until I heard "Get him dressed Mistress wishes". Who Mistress was I did not know, only knowing that I would do as she told me to do without question, for my first Mistress would be unhappy if I was returned.

Soon hands turned me over and I was covered in a latex all in one suit that covered from head to toe with no sight available. Then I was placed in a narrow cage where I was pulled in a room, this time not of black but of a very regal red. This I found out when of the blinds were removed along with my ear and mouth gags.

"Do you hear me?" a voice stated.

"Yes Mistress" I replied to which I was struck on the back.

"I am not your Mistress, If I was you would never have been bought you poor excuse of a Sissy" she cursed back. "Your Mistress is my daughter, she will be addressed as such. I will be your Governess. Understand?"

"Yes Governess" I nervously replied.

"Better, now before I allow you to meet your Mistress, you must know certain things. First although my daughter is young, she will be every inch a Mistress to you and should be respected as such. Secondly If she is unhappy in any way you will be returned and I am sure your old Mistress would not like that at all considering the money she gained of me for your worthless soul. Finally when your new Mistress is away from the house you will either be with her or stay here with me where I will supervise you. Understand?" she questioned.

"Yes Governess" I nervously replied wishing to thank her for the opportunity but deciding it not be worthwhile considering the recent events.

"Strip him of this shell and place him in Mistresses room, lock him in the safe area where Mistress will collect him" were her final words as she stomped off.

 

Next thing I knew was hands replacing the gags and blinds back denying my senses again and stripping naked into a tiny room of concrete where I was dropped down fifteen feet into a well. Before dropping me My legs and arms were tied as before on the horse as the cushioned floor stopped any injury as I landed.

For what seemed a week but must have been anywhere from two days to four days I was deaf and blind in this place, helpless I stayed until ropes were dropped and I was lifted up into a new cell this time of soft velvet flooring with lace on the walls. My various locks and blinds were removed and for the first time I could see and move again. This was pure bliss. I saw a floor of the softest velvet and the walls of the cage of purest silk and satins I was in heaven.

"So you like your little cage do you, well remember this is a privilege which can be removed. Let me introduce myself I am your new Mistress and will call me Mistress Paula. Anything other than Mistress Paula will be punished." Pushing back the velvet I saw the 18 year old girl staring at me with half smile, half sneer. Understand?" she told me.

"Yes Mistress Paula" I meekly replied.

"Good Good, now lets get your dressed. I will not dress , that is not my job. I choose the outfits you wear and you had better wear them well or else" she sneered.

I would do as she said as I did not want to know about her 'Or Else'.

The cage door was lifted as I was dressed in three layers of nappies, yellow ballet booties made from latex, yellow ribbon nappy pants, yellow mittens with no grip, fluffy yellow dress with outreaching crinolines and yellow bonnet. To top it of my hands and legs were bound by the opposite hand to leg forcing me to crawl. And crawl I did into another room which struck me like thunder for all was yellow. My colour seemed to have changed.

"Oh you look so adorable in yellow , much better than pink" she said as she patted my bonnet.

"Yes Mistress Paula, thank you Mistress Paula" said in my little sweet voice which I remembered to use.

This did not please her "So you think Yellow is better than pink. I will tell your old Mistress that, shall I" angrily said.

Flustered by what to say, if I said yes to either I would offend one and that would bring punishment from either. "I'm sorry Mistress Paula. I have nothing to say that can please you. Please Mistress Punish me if I have offended Mistress Paula or Mistress". I begged

She thought for a while then struck back "A good reaction Sissie especially about the punishment. You passed well in your test. Now as you may know. Although I am young I have been told by doctors I am unable to conceive. Don't be aggrieved or apologise on my behalf, that is not your right. However as I wish to pursue the family business a baby would halt my career. Now for you. You will be on occasion my baby when I feel maternal, other times you will serve me other ways. When I attend college, if you are good your service will continue. If bad the Governess will supervise you and she can be cruel. I like you Sissie, that's why I stopped your attack on the show. The Governess does not".

"Thank you Mistress Paula. I will serve you as you wish" I replied.

Patting my bonnet she brushed my hair placing them in to pig tails "I know you will, I know you will. Now I want to see you crawl and play with your toys. If you play well you be fed food and milk. If not you will go hungry."

So with my legs chained as they were I played with the dolls trying to dress them and kiss them as I thought she wanted. Then climbing under the mobile on my back making happy baby noises as the first sign of shit entered my nappies. I cried as all babies cry when needing changing but none came.

So I cried for an hour as I played in the dollhouse, with the teddies organising a tea party putting all the teddies and dolls on chairs attempting to pour imaginary tea as best I could. Eventually after 7 hours I fell asleep in between my toys as two layers of my nappy was wet and soiled. Tears flowed as I awoke and a little tantrum as I lay in my soiled state until Mistress Paula entered.

"Little one, stop that now" I did so "Why do you cry, Your nappy needs changing, it will be done soon, after all we don't want to spoil your lovely dress do we"

With that she left and sure enough masked girls of approximately Mistress Paula's age came in sniggering changing me replacing the nappies and fluffy nappy pants. Also they platted my hair, changed my dress for an even frillier one and removed the bonnet but kept the chains on but loosened them.

I was struck what to do next so I started to play for a few hours more until Mistress Paula entered saying "Well Done Sissie, Time for food." The masked girls came in feeding me baby food and gave me bottles of milk. "Well Sissie you have shown me how good you are being a baby. Next time you need to go a potty will be put out for you, but first you must be changed. Girls change him but blindfold her" said as she walked off.

The girls removed the nappies, clothing and chains replacing the nappies with panties of some sort, ankle socks and some kind of low heel shoes, a petticoat was placed under a women yellow sailor suit. Chains were attached at the knees so I walked just like I had learned to walk. My hair was in bunches tied with ribbon. As the blindfold was removed, the room had changed and so had I. Now dressed in white ankles socks, Mary Jane shoes, yellow sailor suit, and yellow ribbon in may hair. The room was full of Barbie dolls and her accessories and in the corner was the potty, yellow and big enough for me to sit in it. So I sat and played with my Barbie dolls changing her into different clothes, having parties with her friends and acting like a five year old. Now I needed to go so I stumbled to the potty pulled down my yellow Barbie panties and peed in the potty. I felt stupid and ashamed doing it but knew had I not I would be punished so with cheeks red as scarlet I pulled up my panties and carried on playing until I had to poo which I did but stayed on the potty as I had no paper to wipe myself. I stayed there with the smell almost making me ill until people came in.

"So my little girl, how are we?" she asked not expecting an answer, I gave none.

"Hmm silent, very good just the way a little girl should be. Now why have you not moved from your potty, or do you love it so much? You may answer."

"I did not wish to move and mess up my pretty clothes" said in my best little lispy girl voice.

"That's a good girl, now you could have asked for toilet paper or used your panties but that is not what a little girl does is it. No its not." she bent down to tell me. "Girls prepare for the next stage" as she walked off.

Again the blinds and gags were placed in as I was placed into a bath of scented bath water and washed, there my hair was changed to another style and dried again with powder. That night I was laid in a child bed, and dressed in a cotton nightie, cotton panties and socks with my hair tied back in a ponytail.

When the blinds and gags were removed I saw myself dressed in yellow panties with the latest pop star name on, yellow socks and a nightie down to mid thigh with the logo of 'Naughty Girl' on. The room had a quilt and bed wear with the pop stars name on and the walls were covered in his posters. It was a nightmare, not only did I hate this music but I was plastered with his image everywhere.

"There is my little naughty girl, my you do like him don't you. I bet you know every word to his songs, come on naughty girl Sissie sing for me" as she passed me a hair brush. The radio came on and his songs played so I danced and sang as per his song to the applause of Mistress Paula and her masked friends. I felt so embarrassed as I finished waiting for her next command.

"Now now, Sissie, that's enough excitement for one day, tomorrow will be a big day for you. Good night Sissie" as she kissed my forehead.

I awoke that morning with half anxious delight and fear. Never knowing what to expect everyday was both exhilarating and scary. It was near dark when hands awoke me from my slumber. "Wake up sleepyhead. Get up its time for you to get dressed." said a voice from above the pop star laden quilt.

I did not to wake so I stayed in bed for a further five minutes, boy that would be the biggest mistake of my life.

"Wake up you bitch , NOW" shouted Mistress Paula "You were called five minutes ago. So you think I am soft because I give you nice clothes to wear and treat you good. Well Missy you will know how hard I can be. Today was to be a harmless little talent contest with you repeating the song from last night. Now it will not be that. You see I was showing the signs a girl goes through until she reaches 18 years. I treated you as a sister and you treat me like this".

Still I laid in bed but this time due to fear.

"GET UP NOW" she yelled "Get her up and treat her as she deserves". Hands grabbed me as I was stripped naked, gagged, blindfolded and taken to somewhere new where bad things were sure to happen. I would have begged but knew it would be no good, also the gag forbid me to do so.

Slowly I was dragged along the pebble floor, placed in a vehicle with my hands bound and legs hogtied to my newly added collar when a large bang told me I was unable to leave this vehicle. The engine started and I could feel the need to pee out of necessity and from fear. Over bumps and dips I bashed my head over the car boot which I must have been in.

Surely I did pee myself with it running down my legs and body, the smell was terrible and it was this smell that brought their attention to me.

"You dirty bitch, Peeing your self and dirtying my car" Mistress Paula said but I could not hear. All I felt was hands bringing me out and dropped on the ground where streams of liquid were hitting me all over. Then my gag was removed allowing me to breathe as more liquid was sprayed into my mouth, it was their urine that covered my body and now my mouth. I swallowed the urine as further batches came. Then the gag was placed back, I was picked and placed into something cold near the car and then the engine started again.

In this cold area, the wind came in and froze me, together with the urine I smelt terrible and felt internally ashamed as peeing myself and disappointing Mistress.

Further more I was bashed around with bruises to my neck, arms and head. Then it all stopped. I was placed on a trolley and wheeled into a building where I was getting warmer.

This warm luxury would end soon.

Cold water sprayed my hogtied body as an enema tube was placed in my bottom and flushed out several times bringing humiliation to my tied state. Next cold water and the harshest of soaps washed my body internal and out including my mouth which almost caused me to retch but I managed to keep it in in fear of future punishment.

Thankfully I was untied led by the leash to a room with a stone floor and nothing else I could sense. I was placed on a steel 50 cm length frame and the gags, blinds were removed. My blurred vision shocked me. This room was sparse to say the least. It had a concrete stone floor, locked wardrobe for I now not but would soon find out, the steel frame had a bracket for an unknown reason and a light bulb as the only source of light. The door was threefold, with solid black metal door facing me, bar framed middle door and solid metal door on the outside - escape was impossible. Looking up and around the walls I saw various brackets and chains obviously for me to suffer.

Closer inspection of the floor showed me holes every 5 inches bar a centre circle near the light bulb area, why where they there I knew not. As with all of my life as Sissie it would be bad and I would soon find out.

 

For three days I was left in this closed cell naked bar my skin, when I needed to go to toilet I banged the door and a nappy was dropped in, which I placed on myself, so humiliated the feeling is when you place yourself in a nappy. Then when that went another layer to stop the flow caused by the bottles of milk that was placed before me. I had to drink or else I would starve to death, after all how long did I know I would be there. Also at 9 pm every night the light went off and I was told to sleep on the 50 cm platform, not very easy and not much sleep gained, for should I step on the floor after 9 pm my poor feet would be skewered like a kebab for sharp blades came through the holes.

After three days Mistress Paula entered the room in splendid black cat suit showing her tits to all in their glory. "Well Sissie you do smell don't you and your eyes tell me you did not sleep on the platform. Well consider that the best you will get here and your spoilt it. Now as you failed to be treated as a sister, you will treated as a maid as my mother the Governess advised me. Now I want all slaves to be on their toes, literally, thus you will learn or be in pain eternal until you do."

I looked at her and knew from her face she was telling the truth.

"Ladies prepare him" she ordered to her masked friends.

I was laid down on the ground with my feet arched to the extreme, legs straight as brackets and splints were placed in feet forcing my feet to head toes pointed down. Then some bright yellow and pink ballet shoes were sown into my feet, ballet shoes made of the tightest leather that would not give, they were tied up to my knees providing some support for my ankles which would need them. As my feet were and legs were tied together a tube was placed in my penis through the fake vagina flap for my urine, to counter any shit from me several pills were fed into my mouth blocking me up. Now naked bar the torturous shoes a tight rubber was spread over my thighs to my neck bar my fake breasts, rubber that caused my body to sweat and dehydrate, atop my head was a mask that held a chain coming down. Now was the torturous part, if before was not that. My fake breasts were attached to an alligator clamp supposedly helping me to keep balance, the helmet chain was attached and raised forcing me to stand on my tip toes, when stood erect I was told "Now this is a machine that will dictate where you go in this room, should you fall you will receive an electric shock and immediately drag you up by your nipples. Which I am sure you do not want. After 24 hours your progress had better be steady as the support to your ankles will be removed and the ballet shoes will remain, so get good quick."

Soon the door closed and the machine started walking around the room, in just ten minutes I stumbles, was electric shocked and dragged up by my nipples. Then I realised I had better start to get to get good. Despite the searing pain in my feet being balanced on my toes, I did improve only falling once in ten hours. An achievement I was proud of until as she promised the ankle supports were removed and for a week I walked on my toes falling a lot for the first two days then less as the days passed. After a week the pain was part of my life and I thought I would be spared further torture, I was wrong.

"Well Sissie it seems you have done well, I think its time we went for a walk." Mistress Paula whispered to me. Thankfully the tube was removed and my bowels were allowed to be released. Ah Heaven.

I was dressed in a pair of yellow latex panty girdle which reduced my waist as Mistress Paula thought I was too fat. Now she took control.

"Well Sissie, you have the choice of what to wear, your outfit will be dictated by the shoes you decide to wear." Mistress Paula gently advised me.

I went for the flat shoes thinking it would be the easiest but when put on I was in agony as every time I tried to get my feet flat they stayed arched extremely. Next was the 3 inch heel but that failed to fill my new foot shape and cause even more pain as half fit and half didn't. Finally the highest heel was the leather heeled ballet shoes with locks at the top. My foot went in like a glove and I was able to walk with less trouble those were the ones for me, the usually most uncomfortable were the best in my current situation.

 

 

The outfit with the ballet shoes was tight yellow mini dress, yellow latex stockings, yellow collar and yellow arm bindings behind my back. If course a leash was attached as I was led by Mistress Paula around the mansion grounds, for the first time I saw my new home and it would have been spectacular if not in my present position.

Around we walked until we entered a ballet studio where 12 year old girls were practising there ballet warm ups. "Sorry Madame, I have the new student. Do you accept her?" Mistress Paula shouted.

"Oui Madame Paula, But she must change" replied the ballet teacher.

As I was changed into yellow tutu, tights, ballet shoes and ballet costume with the name 'Sissie' on the front Mistress Paula explained to me in no uncertain terms "Now as you can only walk on your toes you will do ballet. I expect you to pass every exam set to you or else. First step is the beginners then intermediate, then expert. You have three weeks, a week for each section. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress Paula" I replied even though I knew I would probably fail her having no skill in ballet.

 

Out on the studio I walked and was introduced to the other students, as we went through the warm-ups I did better than expected and was pleased with myself. The horrendous training on my toes certainly helped but the support by all in the studio was a great help. After the days training Madame, who instructed ballet approached me "Sissie you did well but if you do me a favour I will give you extra lessons".

"Yes Please Madame" I replied enthusiastically.

"Okay first you must give me my favour" she added. It sounded strange but I accepted it "Come to my study". I walked on my toes as I followed her.

"Take down your tutu, tights and panties and bend over the chair, no noise or I will tell your Mistress of your bad behaviour" she taunted me. I was in a no win situation, if I disobeyed her, I would be punished, if I did as she wised, I would forever serve her. Beaten I did as she wished.

Bending over the wooden back of the chair, my arms were duct taped to the chair arms and my mouth duct taped shut. She menacingly approached me placing her hands on my anus and circling around it for ten minutes, suddenly a buzzing was placed by my ears increasing in speed. "So I like you criss cross marks on your backside, you have been whipped before. Hmm I like that. Look at your feet so pointed down, no good to ballet. Place your feet on the ground." I did as she asked but stopped for my feet refused to stay to the floor always staying arched.

"Right my girl, That is not good. I will secure your feet down", with duct tape she did just that, making my feet ache reversing the previous training.

Slowly the steps from her feet moved away from me turning off the light and locking with heavy clank the door. Strapped to a chair naked with my clothes away from my control.

The next morning I was untied and my feet stayed arched but moved further down, not fully yet.

For the week I passed the ballet exams and was moved to the next level. Each night I was strapped to the chair naked and my feet further stretched down to bring them to normal flat foot. Every inch of normal foot caused my ballet and skills to walk on my toes to decrease. Mistress had not noticed yet and standing on my toes became harder every day

The second week I was put into a 16 year old ballet class with harder skills to be learned, this involved much more standing on my toes and many times I only just made the grade. It was the same tutor but her tactics had changed at night time.

 

 

 

"Right girl stand flat footed" she instructed, I did this. "Well done now this week you will sleep with me, but not right away you have to earn that. Right strip naked and lay at the end of my bed near the head board. Stay in a crouched position and close your eyes." Soon she had gagged me binding my legs with straps so I could not move from this bundle I was in. "Now tonight you will be my pillow", She was obviously mad as she slipped over me a large pillow case with padding in and I was told not to move or else. That night was the worst sleep I never gained, she punched and moved the pillow namely me until she finally dropped off, I saw every punch coming and certainly felt every blow. That morning before dressing me back in my yellow ballet gear I saw my body bruised, one had hit me in the eye and was closing fast. That days of ballet was like hell on earth.

The next night I was placed under the bed in to the futon, after that I was stuffed into the mattress itself and moulded my shape to hers or else further blows. The fourth night I was told to sleep with her but only on top of the covers with my back to her as her hands circled my anus again teasing it. The fifth and sixth night stayed the same as the fourth but now I faced her and her hands roamed over me without care. Naked I shivered as no blanket for me.

The final night she whispered to me "If you please me tonight I will pass your exam and able you to proceed to next week." That night I was placed under the sheets as she again whispered "Many of my girls are too young to please me but you are special." Special was not good on this occasion.

"Put on your ballet gear and get into the studio" she said as the time struck midnight.

"Now pirouette and do the routine for tomorrow." This I did but her words kept coming. "Now strip to your underwear and do the same. Again I stripped to my panties, no bra for me and did the routine, my legs felt heavy as my toes struggled to combat my exhaustion.

"Now strip naked and place your leg on the bar" she commanded.

As my legs spread over the bar as my other leg was on toe point, she came over and placed a vibrator turned on full power into my fake pussy, another entered my anus as she told me to wear a pair of latex panties that was locked by an ingenious design. "Now do the routine again until I tell you stop" said as she exited the room. So for many hours as the moon was shining I did the routine making more and more mistakes until dawn broke and Madame told me to stop. All through those hellish hours the vibrators changed speed from low to max making my movements erratic. As I left the studio I noticed a burring sound and a camcorder from behind a wall. She had taped the whole incident, how cruel she was and how humiliated was I, why did she need this, I knew not.

Ten minutes later Madame ordered me to get into my ballet gear and prepare for the exam as I was next. I trusted no one by now and expected to fail since tiredness set in. I was first up and with the vibrators buzzing I tripped on the first move bringing jeers from the crowd, from that moment on I was nothing and everything I did was bad. When it was over I cried on the bench with the vibrators at max in the latex panties. Every other girl passed with flying colours and got their certificate bar one - ME.

Needless to say Mistress Paula's face said it all, her sneer told me I would pay and did I hell pay.

Taking me to a side room I stood head bowed as Mistress Paula spoke to Madame "So Madame how did he get so bad from Monday he was excellent and today he stunk. Really stunk so much that it will hurt him"

"Well Paula, I tried my best, we told him to practise standing on his toes but he continued to resort to being flat footed, we made him practise more and more but he never improved. He slept well almost too well but nothing mattered. I am sorry I have failed you" she lied through teeth.

"You liar, you bitch you ….." I blurted out sensing a plot against me to fail halted by Mistress Paula slap to my face. "How dare you talk to Madame like that, apologise for your outburst and for your failings not hers" she ordered me.

I refused to despite the verbal assault, "Madame I leave in shame, this wretch will be punished" she spoke humbly to Madame, an emotion I hade never seen from her, an emotion that would bring much pain for me.

"Out you go Sissie" in harsh sever tone of voice.

I was taken into the car park where in front of all my ex students and their parents I was stripped of my ballet clothes and forced to crawl on my belly along the cobble stones to a cage in the boot of the car. "Dogs will be treated as dogs, Sisters were to be treated as sisters but you ruined it" she spat at me.

That drive home I feared the worst and would soon receive the worst beating of my life that would affect me for a long time, never again would I speak out of turn.

Dragged to the basement of an abandoned building where the entrance was locked, I was chained by my neck to the harsh grubby floor, the latex panties remained and still buzzed away bring some sick sexual satisfaction. My legs were placed high in the air as my body was face first to the ground and secured with straps that allowed no movement at all.

Next my hands were stretched high with my palms out wide, my calf's, thighs and neck were all stretched by the chains with a chain tightening around my neck, I quickly found out that should bow my head too much I would be choked. Next came a pair of scissors which amazingly cut through the latex panties exposing the heads of the vibrators and my backside. Menace was in her eyes this night and I knew it.

"So you fail to be treated as a sister taking all roles up to my age, you fail to act as servant and me giving you a second chance to prove your loyalty as a sister by failing ballet so badly and now you are nothing to me. You will notice you are not gagged for I wish to hear your screams, your screams bring me joy. Every yell, tear motivates me, now before I decide on how to punish you do you have anything to say. Oh and mercy is out of the question. Oh again those vibrators will stay in you as long as you wish, you can take them out at anytime" mockingly laughing as my obvious inability to do so.

"Please Mistress Paula, I apologise for my failings, for my outburst and for all I have hurt you. Please don't send back to Mistress, punish as you will I will be grateful" I begged in a perverse way as Mistress would be even crueller should I be sent back.

"Okay Sissie you will not go back to Mistress this time, next time you must show me how truly sorry you are. In this test you must choose a number from 1 to 500. If I agree on that number it will be dealt, if not I will choose out of anger and that would be bad for you. Choose" she insisted.

Now I was not sure which way to go, to go low would be a mistake as this would probably upset and since I was trussed up like I was I did not want her upset. But to choose high would be signing my own penalty.

"250 Mistress Paula" I replied thinking it would be s safe bet, she tutted so I increased it to '300', again a tut from her so it rose to '350'.

"Exactly the number I was thinking of Sissie, well done. Now since you disobeyed my training on your feet you have to learn the hard way to show your regret for time wasted on you. Since your mouth was naughty that will have to be punished. And since your body let you down that will be punished. You will know exactly what you will receive before it is started, that is fair isn't it" asking in a most polite way as if asking for a cup of tea.

"Yes Mistress Paula" was my pathetic response.

"Now your feet shall be arched onto your toes again, so your toes will be protected" as she placed duct tape over my toes "Your mouth will be punished for the potty language so should you drop your head you shall face the potty" as she placed a full potty of shit and piss under my face. "Your legs showed your incompetence at dance thus they will be punished, and your hands were devoid of any dignity thus they will be punished. Begin" started the command.

"100 cane shots to his feet, 50 whips to the back of his hands, 50 to his front, 25 whip shots to his calf's, thighs, arms and back. Finally 25 shots to each ankles. That should do the trick showing this reprobate how I discipline. If he annoys you in any way at any time add 5 when you think it is required but do not kill him, YET. I WANT HIM TO BE HURT TO KNOW THE ERROR OF HIS WAYS" she calmly stated.

I lay in prone position, my arms and legs ready for the punishment, delivering the pain would be two masked ladies all serious now. Under my head was the full potty and all around was a series of mirrors allowing me every view of my punishment. There glistening black leather bodies highlighting their beauty had I not been in this position.

"Right you dog, its for pain, I would ask you to count but dogs can't count, instead bark after every stop until you break and believe me you will break, and quickly" she laughed.

"One, two, three" every shot landing in the same place on the soles of my feet. "Bark, bark, bark" was my honest reply. Ten more shots came to each foot in different areas bringing such a sting that I nearly passed out letting my face fall into the shit/piss potty combo. Swallowing some I quickly raised my head as fifteen more shots were levelled at my feet and fifteen more barks, she would surely win but I planned to last as long as I could. It was up to fifty shots on my feet and still I barked, my face covered in shit, tears and sweat. Looking up I saw blood trickling down my feet, it had been only half way. After 50 shots my feet were permanently arched as after 7 days of the previous training.

 

"Hold up, that's half his feet done, they need time for the blood to stop. Lets move on" they shrieked.

 

"Move to the side you do one side, I'll do the other" in all seriousness.

 

Fifteen shots to each ankle as I dropped my head in the potty, I would have stayed but for the choking around my neck. Then they stopped as did my barks.

 

Looking at my head in the potty shit, they gained any idea "Dog You deserve twenty more shots on the ankles but if you eat the potty products in 1 minute they will be forgotten". Why I deserved 20 extra shots to my already swollen ankles I did not know but I knew who held the power here.

 

"Urrgh" I screamed as my head was forced further in the potty, her gloved hand relishing the power as I swallowed slushy shit until all was gone. All eaten within a minute. A minute and my breathe returned.

 

"Start again" as the final ten shots to my ankles broke down. "Bark, Bark, bark, Bark,,Bark, Bark, Bark, bark, Bark, Baaaarrrkkk" I yelled out.

 

"Oh look he's near cracking, Tut tut missed a bit of shit, five more" cackled by them.

 

Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack came the blows, still I cried my barks.

 

My head dropped to a now empty potty. "Tut tut, he's missing his food lets give him some more" as they dropped their pants shitting and weeing in the potty filling full of diarrhoea based substance.

 

Within an hour the twenty five blows to my calf, thighs and back brought a new level of pain.

 

Pain in the legs is hard but pain on the hands and knuckles is even worse.

 

They were upset that despite the swollen ankles, welts on my body, bloodied feet with 50 more to go, I had not broken. This angered them. Pushing my face into the shit again I almost suffocated until a new plan was hatched.

 

For subversiveness, you will receive 25 blows on your bottom not across but down. My mind raced as they took up position. Striding across me with whip in hand they struck along my bottom until reaching the middle where they struck the remaining ten blows, this not only brought extreme torturous pain which I had not deserved but lodged the vibrator in deeper. Then with ultimate shock they struck my 10 times in my fake vagina forcing the vibrator up deeper still. Still I did not yell.

 

For awhile they were mechanical thrashing my knuckles 25 times flattening with no emotion, 25 time on the palm striking with venom. Then returning to complete the remaining 25 each on both sides.

 

 

 

For four hours I did not break and only the final 50 on the soles of my feet remained, I thought I could hold out but I was wrong. Now instead of using canes as before, they changed breaking orders to using the thinnest crop they had. 25 swings later I yelled "Please no, I beg of you" to no response.

All I received was a "Keep your feet arched we don't to miss."

 

The next 25 I did not feel for I fell into unconsciousness due to the non stop swift strokes.

 

When I finally awoke, the neck chain was removed, and I saw the two masked women look at me "See I told you we would break you, now if you don't want anymore eat the shit again" placing my head in the potty. To compound my despair they squatted over my head and urinated on me as I entered the first mouthful but stopped when brown liquid trailed down my neck.

 

"No, I have received all I was supposed, this is not punishment, this is fun for you" I yelled at my loudest sweet voice, a voice I would use thanks to Mistress Paula tightening the vocal chords.

 

They laughed then turned serious "Hmm his feet do not seem arched at all, perhaps twenty more".

 

The tenth blow struck as Mistress Paula entered screaming "Stop this now, he has received his portion. As punishment you ladies will feel the sting of the extra ten you have issued, Feet bare now."

 

As if under her trance they stripped their black boots bending over as Mistress Paula gave them ten strokes causing there feet to bleed and their tears to flow.

 

Stumbling out like scolded dogs Mistress in a black mini dress, black boots, black gloves and eye mask crouched to her knee "I'm sorry you face the extra, but you showed me that you are strong and loyal. You will come with me to college as my servant. If you do well you may be enrolled in college but that depends on you." That was the last words I remembered as many gloved hands removed me from the chains carrying me to a room where I fell unconscious.

 

 

Sixth Form College

 

"Well Sissie, are you ready to go to college" smiling Mistress Paula. Without giving me a chance to answer she continued "Of course you are, but first you must get dressed".

 

After the vicious horrendous beating as I was treated for three months, my feet now healed but always pointing down, the months of practise allowed me to trot on my toes because it is impossible to run on toes. My knuckles were worn away and with the aid of cosmetic science was redesigned in to a more feminine style, whether this was her plan I do not know but that was the effect. My backside now toned but my hips bigger just as a female, my calves less muscular, thighs meaty but firmed. In these three months I was mainly on a drip for sustenance, the beating caused shock to take over thus the need for the drip. Due to this my waist had shrunk to a size 8. Even Mistress Paula was a size 10. The shock had forced my face to gaunt, again the use of cosmetic surgery made this more feminine.

 

"Well stop admiring you new looks, get dressed Sissie, we leave soon. Don't worry about packing, your clothes will be provided" Mistress Paula concluded as she left the room.

 

Two masked ladies entered "Were here to help you dress. Mistress Paula told us to show you these" lifting their feet. The ten strokes delivered to their feet stayed as a sign of disobedience, whilst mine were healed. "Our duty is to serve you in getting dressed, our honour and trust will be restored with this act, we apologise to you". Their words by the very executors of the blows brought joy to my heart, even more so as they stripped naked showing their faces as a final act of shame.

 

They dressed in me white silk panties, white hold up stockings, black ballet leather 4 inch heeled shoes (which were the most comfortable in my present position), white frilly blouse, school yellow tie, yellow Basque and blue gymslip. My hair was done in bunches as a school bag was put over my shoulder. Next they sat me down as they picked up their clothes head bowed as the backed towards the door out of the room still facing me. The pain their face was evident. I now studied my new body, the face was slimmer, no longer the masculine shape but the lips thinned and made up a combination of pink and yellow as was my newly shaped eye make up. My skin now was a light tan not the dark of old but the tattoos remained.

 

"Time to go Sissie, You will not be needed here for the Governess has two new servants to assist her here" Mistress Paula said taking my hand in the car as I sat by her feet. My last sight was seeing the two former executioners being led by a chain naked around to the stables.

 

 

During the drive, Mistress Paula sat me near her but in an adult child seat, never could she allow us to be on an even level even though we wore the same uniform. She explained my role at the school was to be her servant/maid and when not serving her I would serve her dorm colleagues as I would her. Any disobedience and I would be passed to the head mistress who I was informed was a real sadist. She told me in her first year, she was punished to stand in the cold winter air on the net ball field naked with clothes pegs on her nipples, ears, vagina and face until she was deemed sorry enough. Now considering this was deep winter and Mistress Paula was 10 years old, I took her words seriously. Considering Mistress Paula was a valued student, what would stop her being less evil to me, nothing I thought.

 

We approached the school as Mistress Paula herself released me from the chair and led me into the hallway into the Head Mistresses room, bowing Mistress Paula introduced me and my role. She explained that the two former students would attend this year due to their sins and would spend the term helping the Governess.

 

"So you are Sissie, much different to what I expected, much more pretty for a man turned woman. I know you have hidden secrets and your new body accessories will keep them hidden. I want to see you naturally. Strip for me now so I can inspect you. Paula take a seat if you don't mind" the Head Mistress told her and me. I was surprised, no Mistress Paula only Paula and Mistress Paula bowing to her as she sat like a church mouse.

 

 

 

I stripped of the gymslip hanging on the hanger provided. Placed the frilly blouse under the gymslip revealing my Basque, suspenders, panties and shoes. Soon these gone bar the Basque which I was unable to remove.

 

"Help her Paula" the head Mistress told Mistress Paula.

 

Mistress Paula removed the Basque taking it with her.

 

Her hands inspected the fake vagina and c cup breasts which seemed like a second skin, no false marks hiding my real male body at all. "Remarkable, truly remarkable, Paula you have out done yourself. If I had not known I would not have guessed. Paula, if she fool me then she can fool the others but they will be told as she is not to join us as a student so the uniform she wore now will be placed in my storage area until she has passed such a time where I will accept her. No she will be your slave but will dress like, she will speak like she does, is that permanent" Mistress Paula nodded. "She will be issued new clothes and will stay and serve in your dormitory, any disobedience and both Sissie and you Paula will suffer the same fate. Understand Paula?" she asked Mistress Paula.

 

Mistress Paula thought on this and nodded. I also thought, if I screwed up Mistress Paula would also suffer but then I would suffer ten times worse.

 

"Now Sissie soon you will be changed into your uniform, as you are a slave here you not have you room but will share the dormitory with your fellow students as per their requests. Disobedience is punished by me and ONLY ME. Any bullying, come see me and I will punish the student and the girl being bullied for telling tales. Our school is tough and so must we be. Now go with Emily here who will take you to get dressed" Emily a 12 year old girl who had been in my first ballet class took my hand and led me to another room. Before we left the Head Mistress told me always to walk on my toes or if not I would regret it. Like I had choice, my feet were permanently fixed in this position.

 

I entered the room and Emily left me. My shoes were taken off and I was measured. A 50 year old woman told me to stay still whilst she prepared the clothes.

 

"Right Sissie, arms up and legs tight and straight" she instructed. I did this.

"Now this is a corset, it will reduce your waist to a size 6 as your clothes will always be size 6." She attached the corset which almost broke my new body in half as I let out a tear. "No tears here Missy or else the Head Mistress will be told"

No crying or get punished if I did, this truly was a draconian place and I was not even on the same level as the rest who suffered at this head mistresses wrath, I was under it by ten feet.

She them placed a metre of frilly petticoats around my waist before removing them. Next she placed a vibrator in my fake sensitive vagina locking it in with a extra thick pair of training panties pinned in place by nappy pins, the training panties would not move. "Slaves are not allowed to use the toilets, slaves are allowed to change their training panties once a day in the morning, first with my help then on their own. Understand" she asked.

 

"Yes Miss" I replied as I did not know her title and Miss was respectful, she did not seem to mind.

Now on top of the training panties was a bright yellow with pink ribbons and lace around them backside nappy pants but oh so more frilly. Bright yellow itchy woollen stockings were slid up my legs and locked in placed to the corset. Bright yellow ballet 7 inch shoes were placed on my feet and secured with five locks, again these were not to come off unless by their design.

She saw my looks "Now Sissie I know it seems a lot now but every day for the first year I will dress every morning and change your training panties, I will oversee the change in you. Don't worry if you mess your training panties you will shown and expected to clean them. You see not only you wear these panties, bad students also wear them. Now lets carry on".

Next to go was to place a woollen yellow itchy bra over my new breasts covering my medium size boobs, the itching in the stockings and bra made my wriggle to which a ruler across my knuckles stopped me "Stop moving, in here once it is acceptable but outside you will punished, all new slaves and students wear these clothes, it breeds discipline".

On top of the bra was a small baby style fluffy yellow dress which reached just below my breasts, everyone could see my underwear should I bend over but I knew I would face ridicule and did not care anymore, the head mistress scared me to death. Before this small dress was put on me the fluffy frilly petticoats which reach down to just below the waist corset was attached so when the dress was put on me, my bottom was slightly covered but the dress stuck out a mile. I thought that was it but there was more to come. She made me walk to the chair and dressing table where my blonde hair was taken out of bunches and tied in a bun on my hair. Next a large frilly bonnet covering my neck, ears and partially my hair bun was placed on. Such a sight I looked like a frilly human yellow cake with icing.

But more was to come.

A large yellow ribbon was tied into a bow attached around my ankles, knees and neck. My arms were covered in the same yellow itchy woollen material as gloves over my elbows and two even large ribbons were place on my wrists.

My face was then powdered yellow, she told it would last even when washing for two months and pink blusher spread on my cheek in a circle.

I was stood up on ballet shoes staring at my self in the mirror, what a sight. I had worn many other outfits before but this was the most embarrassing.

Miss walked me down the hall past three 12 year old girls who after I passed sniggered.

"Sissie stay there. Emily, Joanne, Leanne see The Head Mistress after lunch for your punishment" said so loudly no one dare mock in public again.

Walking down I looked ahead but then was stopped. "Sissie you go into the main hall, straight through the door in front and do as your told. I have to get something" as she left me walking, the itching I faced was hell, I wanted to scratch but knew I could be watched at any time and since this was being normal how would being punished be like. I tried to open the door and I could hear voices but it was locked. Unsure of what to do, I knocked the door and within five minutes of knocking it opened.

"Sissie walk down here on the stage" said the Head Mistress.

I walked down the alley to the stage steps and stood behind the Head Mistress "Ladies this is Sissie. She will be the slave girl at Miss Paula's dormitory. If you see her about, say hello to Sissie, I am sure it will cheer her up. Now ladies, if Sissie is seen being naughty, please tell me as all of us will train Sissie to be a good slave girl here. If we all try we can't fail. Now lets give Sissie our applause, stand forward Sissie for your applause. You look wonderful." The claps came and went "Now Sissie knows that first she has to help Miss Paula, then her dormitory students then everyone else. If you ask Sissie for help and she is busy on a task, don't be mean to her. If you need her help for a particular task see me and I will try to arrange it."

"Also ladies there one or two things you need to know about Sissie" I dreaded this as me being a man in body under the new skin would really undermine my present position. "Sissie is not a girl or woman, neither is she a man or boy, Sissie is as her name is s Sissie and should be called as such. She may have male feeling and urges but these are not to be approved of or encouraged. She may have female feeling or urges and again these are not to approved of. Sissie is wearing training panties and will not use your toilets, beside under the training panties is an almost real vagina, I have checked. No teasing Sissie about her position or else she will tell me. Come on Sissie lift your dress to show your training panties." This I did to me already embarrassed face, if I had not already had red cheeks I would have shown them. Head Mistress called out Mistress Paula to pull down the frilly cover and exposed my training panties.

There was some sniggering but this stopped immediately with one stare from head mistress "Now girls three 12 year olds will be punished for sniggering as Sissies already, any more and all of you will wear training panties such as Sissies. Understand?"

"Yes Head Mistress" was the overall reply.

"One final thing ladies, Sissie only has a few pieces of clothing, enough to last this term, it will be a school project by all classes to make Sissie some clothes to wear, if you need her to model I am sure she will do so. Use your imagination ladies". Great I thought, now everyone's imagination would make me clothes in their own way, what was to come did not know but knew it would very sick.

I was about to leave the stage when the dresser came in clutching a yellow and pink shoulder bag, "Oh good, its arrived. Ladies this is Sissies bag, on the front it says Sissie. Sissie must carry this with her at all times. If not she will be punished but ladies if I find out you were lying to get Sissie in trouble, you will be punished" the Head Mistress said passing the bag to me. I was open to punishment on so many stakes that I was dreading being here, being back with the Governess seemed better but now I had no choice.

I left the hall dreading life, how would the girls treat me, would they resent me for being here and possibly causing them punishment. I left the hall in front of all the ladies who left in dormitory room clutching my little shoulder 'Sissie'.

The next ordeal would be the dormitory.

 

 

The Dormitory

"Now girls, Sissie here has no bed in which to sleep, which means all of you will have to share yours at least twice, but be nice. Also Sissie has no night clothes, so if you have any spare that would fit Sissie and I am sure they all do as she is a size 8 please be nice to her." Mistress Paula said to the 20 girls in the dormitory, each with a single bed and wardrobe.

"Now girls, I know what you think that I am not taking my share but as you also know I have to entertain guests and it would not be good if I was seen with Sissie would it" she enquired. "No Miss Paula" they replied. The guests would be known to me that very night.

"Tonight she will be with Fiona and then follow down the line and up the other side where you will start again. On the rare occasion a bed is free Sissie will sleep there." she said.

For the day I followed Mistress Paula about taking mental notes of what to do and when, taking tiny steps in my high heeled ribbon tied legs. It was hard to keep up but I managed it. That night at nine o clock I was told to see the dressing lady who removed my clothes bar my underwear and then told to walk to the dormitory seeing these girls snigger internally at my state whilst they dressed in silk school nightie and slippers.

"Sissie come here" came Fiona's call. "Now I have a nightie for your to wear, it is from my little sister who is also a size 6, put it on". I was confused as Mistress Paula told my size to be an eight not six but I could not or dare not argue.

The nightie was bright pink cotton slip that normally would have covered me from neck to knee but this one was adapted. The neck line was cut low to show my breasts to their fullest, the hem was sown up barely reaching my thighs and the waist had an elastic corset style that broke me down to size 6 which was her sisters size. "Now my sister always wears a dummy as she sleeps, you'll do the same" placing the dummy in my mouth.

"My sister always wears Barbie pink panties with pink tights so her panties are not seen" again I was placed in these garments. My nightwear tonight was Barbie panties, pink tights, the adapted nightie exposing my breasts and the dummy. "Wait there Sissie she also wears this" placing a bonnet on my head. All this over the training panties and nappy cover.

"Now up until bed time you will help the other girls dress" I walked around as each girl bared their breasts to me telling me to tie something up or lift this. That night I manhandled 20 18 year old breasts, vaginas when removing their panties, all done dressed as baby.

"Now Sissie, you may have to sleep with me tonight but you will not enjoy it, you will sleep at the bottom of the bed under the blankets with feet as your comfort, any disturbance and you will be punished by myself" stating very clearly to me. I lay by her feet all night, her legs kicking me as she searched for a comfortable position. During the night I saw a woman enter Mistress Paula's room and screams of delight.

That morning I awoke having very little sleep and ventured to the dressing room where for the first but not the last time I was to be changed into new training panties, the others being soiled, she then explained I would wash them now whilst nude and let them dry showing me how. I did this then lay down as not training panties but nappies and rubber pink perfumed panties` on top of this monstrosity although pretty was a fluffy petticoats at the waist making the forthcoming yellow skirt stick out wide exposing my newly put on yellow stockings attached to the corset. The top was a yellow bra, silk not woollen thankfully under a frilly lace and collar blouse with yellow ribbon done up at the neck. My hair was laid back to my head and a frilly yellow hat was pinned to my head. Thankfully she was nearly done, it seemed a better outfit than last time. Dainty yellow lace/silk gloves put on my hand with the promise should they get dirty I would wash them and be punished. Well with the work yesterday they were sure to get dirty so I accepted the future punishment already. Another corset size 6 with yellow ribbon at the front, along with my yellow bag carried daintily in front of me I was ready as soon as the 8 inch yellow ballet heeled shoes were put on me.

I stumbled out of the room in my new attire up to the dormitory as the girls awoke leaving for breakfast "Make the beds and collect the linen Sissie" Mistress Paula told me. In the time they had had breakfast and returned the tasks were completed.

"Now Sissie, I am going away for the day and you shall stay in my room all day cleaning it. All that needs washed will be collected whilst you stay in the room, there is enough there to keep you busy. Then upon my return, if I return you will stay in the room until asking for further orders. You look very pretty Sissie but you are not allowed to talk today so you will wear this" placing a yellow ball gag in mouth making stick out for all to see.

"Oh Sissie if any guests enter the room, do as your told, of they take the mouth gag out, beg for it to be put back in, should they wish to use your services let me and do not disobey. Understand?" she asked as if no was not allowed.

"Yes Mistress Paula" I meekly mumbled through the gag.

Mistress Paula left kissing me on the forehead before locking the door. For two hours nobody came in or out as cleaned the pigsty of her room. Clothes were placed in the basket and collected whilst I barely raised a beat as I continued to clean.

Two hours later at 11 am, the door opened and the woman from last night entered, wrapping a leash around my neck tying it to the bed frame. I saw her next tie my hands behind my back and then chain my ankles with a spreader bar. She thankfully untied the leash placing a duster in my hand and told me to dust the floor. Walking legs apart and kneeling down I dusted the floor as best possible bringing words of scorn for any missed spot. After an hour of this back breaking and pointless work she sat me on the bed. I saw this beauty for what she was. Dressed in black leather micro dress exposing elements of her thighs, long leather black knee high boots, black latex gloves with matching collar and hair tied back in the strictest of ponytails. The ultimate dominatrix look, I gasped in her beauty halted by a tugging of the leash to my neck.

"Now Sissie, you did well but took too much time, sit on the bed and wait silently," making fun of the ball gag in my mouth, after all what could I do. "Now Sissie thus bed is unmade, the clothes are on the floor and the books are in disarray." They weren't as she spoke but in ten minutes they were as she had said they were. "Now Sissie I am sure Miss Paula would not accept this as clean, do it now, but first come here," I stumbled to her falling over twice scolded by her for each fall. "You won't need this" removing the ball gag.

"Please Miss, Please put the gag back on me, Please Miss I beg of you humbly. I do not deserve the gag but Please Miss Place the gag back in my mouth."

"So you want this" said holding the gag in her hand, "You really want this back in your mouth"

"Yes Miss, Please place it in my mouth" begging her now laying flat in the floor.

"Well you realise if you get this back it will be under my rules"

"Yes Miss, I expect nothing , I wish to serve you as you please"

"Well Sissie, I feel horny, to get this back You must lick me to satisfaction, I will tell where to lick and how, Understand?"

"Yes Miss as you wish" humbly said by me.

"Okay first kiss me as you would on a first kiss," I tenderly kissed her mouth, "Now harder with more passion" I did but she tightened the chain until I did it to her will.

"Now kiss my earlobes sucking down to my neck, breasts where they will be erect and bring me to climax before I tell you to proceed."

Sucking her earlobes was fun but getting to them meant standing using the spreader bar and trying to balance with my hands behind my back. Somehow but with difficulty I managed and she came judging by her screams which itself brought applause from the 20 girls watching every move. My service should not have embarrassed me but their faces brought me to halt bringing her anger.

"I told you not to stop, yet you did. Now this mouth gag will never enter your mouth"

Bending down I begged her for her forgiveness and asked her again for the ball gag t be reinstalled.

"No Sissie I should leave now for this disrespect you have shown me"

She got up to leave so I lay on the floor in tears "Please Miss I am bad, I am wicked. I deserve to be punished as you wish. I will do anything to allow you to place the ball gag in my mouth, Please Miss".

"Well Sissie, you are humble and appealing. Get up and finish me off. Lick my pussy until I let you leave this area"

Lifting my head I entered the thighs feeling the leather of her boots and dress on me. I was about to lick her pussy but found a penis, it seemed so realistic that it must have been real, there was no plastic or fake ness, it seemed like mine when I was allowed to use it.

"I see Sissie you like my pussy, be not afraid it will not bite you and you had not better bite it".

I placed my tattooed lips around the penis and started to go softly down on it, this was to her liking as her hand forced it down deep throating me. She kept my head there until describing how to please her. She came many times by her screams but nothing from the penis, I thought this can't be real but my doubts remained.

Dropping to the bed she screamed letting my face go, "Well done Sissie, you did well but you still are in my debt. I will release the chains and let you clean the room before Miss Paula returns" as she undid the locks and was about to leave.

"Please Miss I beg of you to place the ball gag in my mouth" I begged her repeatedly.

"Oh okay Sissie, just for you, first it has to be cleaned don't you think"

I nodded my head.

"Good" she placed the ball gag under the tap then added perfumed soap over it stuffing it in my mouth tying it at the back. "Well Sissie, I will see you soon, better get cleaning".

As she left I tasted the soap in my mouth, tasting horrible I carried on cleaning as every step and breath made me want to vomit, every move brought the ever present dildo in both passages deeper. Finally I finished as the girls cheered, dressed in their gymslips caressing each others breasts as I watched for a moment and continued my chores after their stares of hate.

Mistress Paula entered the room as the girls changed for tea into formal school uniform, she entered her room congratulating me on the work telling me as a reward I would go to her friends tonight to sleep. I was to be dressed as told and would be the friends for whatever they wanted but would still serve her tomorrow.

She checked the ball gag was still in "Now tonight you will curtsey whenever told something".

I curtseyed out of formality as she congratulated me.

Mistress Paula changed into her uniform for her tea, I myself had only eaten Miss's penis fake or not.

 

An hour later I was led in my fluffy dress outfit to the door, a mask was placed over my face and perfumed soap ball gag as a choker chain was wrapped around my neck. Dragged down stairs and halls until a knock was heard and "Enter" was given.

I was pushed into the room still masked and told to lay on the floor. I did this.

Next I was told to stand up as many hands removed my clothing down to the nappies and rubber panties. These were removed quickly leaving me nude. A voice ordered the hands away as I was place on a wooden seat but with a difference, the seat has wooden uprights on the base so as I sat down these up right poles skewered my pussy and anus, soon they vibrated as arm and leg clamps tied me to the chair. A females voice entered.

"Can you hear me, tap the floor if you can" I tapped the floor.

"Good now tonight you will sleep on this chair, in the morning you have been excused your duties as you take a trip with me. Tap one if you understand" I tapped once unknowing why but followed her commands.

Now go to sleep as a needle injected me and dozed off with these things inside me.

 

 

The Excursion

I Awoke with numbness over my body, my eyes seemed groggy but soon found focus and when they did was I in for a surprise. I gazed down from the table to view my latex breasts removed, latex vagina gone freeing my rampant penis. This was the male genitalia back but touching my penis was very effeminate hands with long red fingernails, I looked up in the ceiling mirror to view my whole being. My voice was high as a girls, my face now structured to seem very effeminate, my waist size 8 and my legs looked unbelievably sexy if they been on a girl but not me. I stumbled to the floor as I still walked on tiptoes, no matter what was done now the training and restructuring on my feet would always make walk as such.

"Sissie, do you know who I am" said a mysterious yet familiar voice.

"No Miss, please explain why I am like this and why I am here" I asked.

"Sissie I am disappointed in you, you should know me very well, I will set you a test, if you guess after this test all will be explained" the voice stated clearly.

Hands grabbed me as a second injection was placed In my arm forcing me to sleep soundly.

I awoke in a box surrounded with chains, leads, gags on the base. Disorientated I felt around, the silk inside soon had me in full comprehension. I was in a coffin soon to be sealed shut.

"Sissie inside the box is a series of toys for your to place on you correctly, but it may be harder as you will do so in the dark, you have worn these items before so think of your past experience" with that voice ending the lid was nailed shut and secured. Oxygen holes were visible as I gasped for air. Next I felt the coffin lifted and dragged down a hole.

"Can you hear me Sissie, Knock on the box if you can" I knocked the coffin lid. "Good Now inside the box is a piece of thin wire, when you are fully dressed you will be lifted, if dressed incorrectly you will fail and will see their consequences. If you pass all will be explained. Understand, knock once" I knocked once.

The box was dropped ten feet until hitting rock solid dirt, I gasped in panic at my naked boxed self, how would I escape, could I escape, dare I escape.

For 30 minutes panic hit me along with the return of my male genitalia confusion. Then after the panic came logic, I tried to lift the lid but every time I did more and more dirt hit the box lid until I could not lift further. The only thing to save me was to follow this woman's orders and then to guess the woman's identity. Searching around I found the wire and made sure I knew its location for the future. My hands came upon the following list of items: Collar, Leash, ankle locks, hand cuffs, nipple clamps, penis gaff, blindfold, ball gag, head mask, latex long gloves, silk stockings with elastic at the top and finally a ribbon. I had worn these items before but never of my choice. I knew I would have to wear them or dare not think of failure. I was trapped in coffin, naked by a strange woman, then it hit me as the next dirt hit the box, the last time in the coffin was with Mistress, her voice came back to me like a nightingale, she cared for me in a sick way and would not fail me. Then I remembered her evil side, she would punish me for months like this and now I was not hers there was not concern. Doubts entered my head until panic regained control.

Thankfully with the placing of the stockings on my legs so did the control, I had worn all these toys before so why fear them, if I did as she asked I would be told the answers to my questions.

So I dressed albeit uncomfortably in this coffin which gave me some room to manoeuvre.

I decided to dress up to my face with the handcuffs the last things.

 

 

First after the stockings was the ankle cuffs thus leaving my legs bound, next came the penis gaff making a bulge under my legs, from experience latex gives no grip so that would be last but one. With no light anyway I placed the blindfold over my eyes, followed by the collar, leash and ball gag, I had from experience known how to breath very slowly through my nose. The nipple clamps brought pain to my body but it was a pain oh so familiar to me. The mask was then placed over me cutting off all senses. I felt around for the ribbon and tied it in a pretty bow around my neck just above the collar. The leash dragged down my body making the nipple clamps move. Now for the latex gloves making sure I knew where the hand cuffs were along with the wire. Slipping them on was hard as they indeed were over my elbows and not a lot of grip. I did it finally but with much difficulty.

My penis was hoping to raise after what seemed years of captivity but the gaff did its job well, too well. Now for the handcuffs which clicked on securely as I reached for the wire, but every time I tried my grip went. Aghast at this I fumbled repeatedly until using my knees I grabbed the wire and pulled hard bring a mass of dirt on the coffin box but the wire was in the coffin now, I had done my orders and waited for her reply.

Many hours came as my breathing slowed to match my position, why was she taking so long, what did she plan for me, was I supposed to stay here as a punishment I did not know about and why did Mistress Paula let me struggle here. Two more hours came and went when finally after my mind went into distress that cannot be experienced bar being buried alive, the coffin was dragged up and carried to a vehicle and driven off. The drive was very hot as I struggled to fin the sense in all of this but there was none to be found yet I still searched for it. Then after it all I fell unconscious.

Awoken in a double bed with silk sheets dressed naked I saw Mistress in a mask.

"Well Sissie You did well, now you know who I am don't you?"

"You are my Mistress" I replied.

"Very good Sissie, now I will explain everything to you, now get dressed and meet me in the lounge".

I rose from the bed on my toes walking to the closet, in their was the most beautiful gowns and shoes then I looked down and my penis was erect, I wanted to masturbate but knew I would not be allowed. So I went to the second closet and saw my old clothes I wore on my first visit to Mistress.

Placing my boxer shorts on was a dilemma, they were way too small as I was a size 8 now but I tied them on , the same with the trousers and socks which looked very strange now with my feet pointed down. The shirt was way too big but I put it on with the jacket. I tried putting on my old shoes but knew I would not make it so I chose the ballet shoes however with the socks they would not fit. Thus I had to place a pair of ankle stockings and wear the shoes enabling me to walk into the lounge. Such a strange of ill-fitting and ill matching clothes made my confused gender body passable.

"I see you chose you old clothes instead of the fine gowns in the closet," seeing the ballet shoes "but you chose the ballet shoes and stockings, why was that Sissie" asking me as she waved me down to sit.

"My old shoes would not fit so I chose the ballet shoes Mistress" replying to her face.

"But Sissie your old clothes do not fit you do they, look they are falling of you. Now I know you must be confused and probably horny as well. Probably want to wank yourself silly after all this time".

I nodded to her in agreement.

"Well that is not allowed. Your sperm will be used for more productive uses. To explain, you are still a man in body genitalia but your outside features look rather girly. Your face is much more beautiful than mine. Don't argue it is and should be after the surgery you have had. You waist and hips are very feminine, your hands delicate in prettiness. Now I will give you a chance to live your life as a man but in the role that you previously were however now in your present shape. Or you can return to Mistress Paula in her college but with moderations that you will accepted as a student and as her Sister. Albeit younger sister."

"Now before you decide you have to experience both worlds. This week as a man, going out shopping for new clothes, drinking in bars, working out in the gym and other manly stuff with a few surprises thrown in. Next week you will see how good life can bee as Mistress Paula's sister and college buddy."

Mistress looked into my soul as I pondered the options. How could I be a man with a body such as this. How could I go out in public, to bars and the gym in man clothes but with this body. Even without the makeup I looked like a fag, a queer, a sissy boy. As a girl I was passable even pretty. My thoughts dashed around my head like fireflies in the night.

"Now Sissie or Sam as you male name will be. I have got you a job in an office with a client of mine who you will be his assistant. Tonight the tailor will come round with clothes that will suit you. You will have new ballet shoes but with the heels hidden to make them look like normal shoes. Your tattoos will be disguised and I will do all to see to it that you are looking a man. In work my client will ask you to join him at the bar and gym with all your colleagues. Then you will go shopping with another friend of mine all week for new clothes, all male. Is that okay" she asked my opinion for the first time ever.

"Yes Mistress, thank you" I replied.

"No need to thank me. This is this week, Next week you will be dressed as woman, in new uniform, you will attend work, gym and shopping trips with my friends to see the females life. Then you will chose the path for your future".

"Right Sam get ready for the tailor".

I left the lounge confused, how could I pass as a man, I had forgot my manly traits and if I faked them I I would either strange or a queer. Neither was good when I wanted to settle in.

The tailor came and brought top fashion suits, underwear and the specially adapted shoes. He seemed happy as I walked around making the suit look good. When I had chosen 7 outfits (even I thought as a women saying outfits) he left shaking my hand very manly.

The next morning I dressed as a car picked me up taking me to my first day at work, the first morning was fine as Mr Hughes my boss told me about my duties which included paperwork, admin and occasional heavy lifting. My hair was tied back in a ponytail but a manly one if one such exists.

Lunchtime we went to the bar where I ordered drinks, this was to be the first time my female hands brought strange looks, the nails were gone but the shape remained. Back in work Mr Hughes asked me to help lift some equipment in the warehouse. I dreaded this as the suit would not be worn and I would be topless lifting the equipment. There my tiny waist would be seen. I shuffled to the warehouse as I stripped topless, waves of laughter and mockery greeted me, "Where's your waist mate, on a diet love?" were the comments. Then when lifting the equipment they saw my hands with even more laughter "Better not do this dear or else we might mess up your manicure" came my way. Then as I stumbled on the floor, my tiny steps and feminine face hit the ground as I was helped up by my feminine hands they mocked "tripped over your heels, oh look at her face so stylish, it would be good if she was a woman. Such lips, just right for a blowjob". This was too much as I tried to gain as much composure walking in tiny steps to the stairs making my bum wiggle as I always did now bringing "Shake that ass honey" from the men. I flounced into the office in tears to be met by My Hughes who asked why I was crying, I told him but he seemed to care but not be able to do anything.

The next day the same, more mocking and at the pub they tied an apron to the suit jacket making me wear it to the bar to collect the drinks. When back in the office, the female staff comforted me saying as I was different it was not bad. Different - what were they saying, was I effeminate, gay bi sexual I don't know but I did not like the connotations.

 

 

 

 

 

After work I was dragged along to the gym where some men stayed away from me, probably in case I tried to hit on them, even though I was not gay but they would not know. In the gym, my tracksuit bottoms were pulled down and a frilly skirt was placed on me, I took it off but was told to leave it especially now my tracksuit bottoms were taken from me. The boots I wore disguised the heels so I cycled in this skirt as the men laughed and some came up to me. Lifting the skirt showing my boxer shorts. The skirt was a size 8. But they were not done yet. Half way in my work out I was told to lift my t shirt off, when I did not comply they forced me against a wall with their shorts at my back, they surprisingly were erect. I did not say anything, perhaps they had their own issue to fear but as soon as they saw they erections they backed off laughing. Topless I was thrown a sports bra to wear. I placed it on and continued my workout.

When completed walking down to the dressing room in skirt and sport bra was deeply ashamed as I entered the room getting stares from everyone. When I entered they pushed me out, I tried again saying I needed my clothes, they suggested the ladies room. I entered the ladies room to met with screams of pervert. With no place to go and get my clothes thankfully I was met by a woman, who took my hand, got my locker key entered the male dressing room getting my clothes before taking me in the ladies where I got dressed. I was thankful yet deeply ashamed.

She seemed interested in me so we got chatting as we dressed, my penis rose as she stripped naked, seeing this she was unembarrassed telling me that shows I have taste. She suggested we go for a meal tonight, I was in no position to refuse nor did I want to. As we left the gym the mocking colleagues saw me with my hands around her and my tongue in her throat as we kissed deeply. One of them tried to interfere to be met with a broken arm and sound warning. No longer did they laugh but a woman had fought my battles twice, how ashamed I felt. My masculinity was no more, not that it was a lot in the beginning of the day.

The meal at the restaurant was gorgeous as was her who told me her name was Lillian, Lillian then took me to a club where we danced close rubbing our bodies together, she whispered "You make me horny" in my ear. How could I?

That night we went back to her place and made passionate love, sucking on her breasts and kissing that face made bliss to my senses, when we both climaxed together and snuggled in bed I was in heaven.

The next morning I went to work and faced the men again bar one who was off sick which made them all the more nasty. Mr Hughes called me into his office where he advised me his wife wanted me to go shopping with her and I would do this until the end of the week. Mrs Hughes was a size 8 beauty, aged 40ish but still a beautiful woman. We entered Dorothy Perkins where I held the clothes and a sales clerk asked if I liked the style and if I wanted to put them on the changing room was over there. I looked in despair, they were not for me but for Mrs Hughes, now even women thought I was one of them. This was not an isolated incident, every shop even men's shops they questioned if I wanted dresses instead of trousers.

The final shop on the week was a sex shop, porn magazines etc all on view, Mrs Hughes picked up a vibrator passing it to me to hold. A sleazy clerk came over asking if I wanted a larger size they would get it for me. That was it however worse was to come. I was looking at the lesbian magazines when the same sales clerk offered to show me the gay magazines and she males magazines placing his hand on my ass. I snapped saying I was a straight man and do not do that again. He walked off whispering under his breath, 'God damn queen, if he doesn't want to be treated as one don't appear as one'.

With that we left the store. My only comfort that night was Lillian and her bed. Every night that week we fucked hard Cumming in her every way. My heaven was her whilst my hell was life. Lillian at the end informed me she loved me but in a platonic way as she and her husband were trying for a baby and needed a sperm donor and I seemed the perfect choice. I did not feel bad as she informed me that she was pregnant now and I was the father in sperm but would never know of him. She was honest to tell her reasons and I accepted them.

At the end of the male week I returned to Mistress who with no comment told me to get changed in the dressing room.

 

Dressed in the clothes that lay on the bed distressed me, I wore yellow stockings attached to Basque, yellow ballet boots, my penis was erect and tied with chain lead. Over this was tight yellow see through skirt that hugged my large hips. A fluffy frilly blouse with yellow silk sash hung around my neck and the worst of all, a frilly to the extreme head scarf around my head with yellow large yellow ribbon bow in my hair.

Mistress entered to see how I was "Do you like your new clothes Sissie" using my female moniker again.

"No Mistress" I replied.

"Why the matter not, you look pretty" she asked.

I explained to her that the stockings were too visible and only needed a glimpse to tease the men's imagination. I explained the blouse was too frilly and head scarf was unnecessary to look like a woman. I advised her I was the ultimate sissy dressed in this costume.

"Well Sissie you have learned well. Now since you will work for Mr Hughes again this week, you will choose your outfits. I hope you enjoy time their, dressed as you will be I do not expect him to recognise you."

The fake realistic vagina and breasts were put back on, after last week I wanted to remain a man but also to resume with the fake attachments that showed no sign of fake ness.

I had decided to get revenge on certain people:

The men in the warehouse.

Mr Hughes for his treatment of me and lack of concern.

Anyone who had mistreated me as a man their.

First step was to get Mr Hughes and make him pay me to leave the company with a large settlement payment.

This plan would involve getting the men sacked and also Lillian's Husband divorced - a plan that I did not know of yet.

I met Lillian at the office as I entered Mr Hughes office though she did not recognise it being me. Dressed on tan stockings, suspender belt, black high heeled shoes, black bra, cream blouse and black jacket just cut low enough to show the top of the bra. My black suit skirt showed top of the stockings, added this with my make up tattooed just right to look saucy yet professional. All day long I bent down showing my knickers for a few seconds but intentionally making sure he got an eyeful. His wife rang and I took the call, she told me that she would be in on Wednesday and today was Monday. So I had three days maximum. Throughout the day I went down o the warehouse teasing the guys down there going down fully dressed then making an excuse to loosen my buttons, all the while knowing I was being stared at. It would two days before their urges got the better of them.

As I left that day I saw Lillian who gave me a lift to her place. On the cab journey back she moaned of her cheating husband, the man whom she loved in a friendly way and had made her pregnant. She expressed her desire to get back at her husband but needed the woman she could trust. For some reason she felt she could trust me whereas the other girls viewed me with jealousy, well I guess that's what surgery does for you.

Lillian made tea explaining the husband stays in his own flat on weekdays as he has a lot of work to do, she believed he has his fancy woman there on week days and would return to him at weekends where they would argue but always bringing a gift or a wad of money. I knew who to trust, it was Lillian.

 

 

As we ate and drank more our hands touched, as did our knees, then our tongues, in an all-out kiss we smothered the others body with tender caresses until both were naked. I took command, ordering her to masturbate herself as I watched gave me such a thrill, then telling her to do the same to me brought me to joyous glee. With the fake vagina I could not cum but last week more than made up for it.

That night under my control she came many times, I faked orgasm like a trooper, sleeping naked to her in a clinch was a dream, first as a man , then a woman. The next day we woke up determined to destroy one life, one life for her, several for me.

Dressed in black mini dress, black leather thigh boots, black panties and push up bra with collar, I was ready. First I walked to the warehouse telling the men of the days activities, I needn't do this but my look gave them the urges they would need to linger on. Next to Lillian's husband office. Seeing me his eyes stared without compromise, I took dictation then was asked to sit on his knee as he patted my rump. I for some reason could not get comfy so I moved around before sitting close to his chest, this made his penis rise immediately. It was lunch time and Lillian knocked the door allowing me time to sit back on the chair as she asked if he wanted to go to lunch with her. With his obvious discomfort of erect throbbing penis he declined as she left in a huff.

"Kneel on the floor next to me Sissie" he asked.

I did and almost due to the shoes toppled over with my mouth by his zipper. Now my painted face by his zipper was not the best feeling in the world but it had to be done to achieve our goal. Lillian walked in to see him put his hand on head to press it into his underwear. She screamed saying 'you will pay for this and big time'. He pushed me away knocking my head on the desk causing a bump as he cried into his hands. I left nursing my bruise.

Next I ran or tottered down the stairs to the warehouse in tears as the men circled me, I did not explain but ran into the so called safety of the warehouse. Their the aggressive men tried to hug me as to comfort but I pushed them away slapping one of them, he in turn held and tried to shake me. Still I rejected his comforting advances. Now 4 more joined him but instead of comfort they egged him on telling him to 'Give it to her, she asking for it'. Indeed he did he slapped my face to the ground as the 5 pairs of hands grabbed the dress ripping it until on the ground then pawing at my underwear as some loosened their underpants.

This was a dangerous game so I screamed and the security entered taking the 5 men away. They were told the police would be investigating. I gave the police their statement and the men were arrested for sexual abuse and sacked on the spot by Mr Hughes. Two down one to go. The men would now have to explain to their families their behaviour, I felt guilty about the families but not enough guilt to care for more than a second.

Several of the girls picked me up giving me a coat to wear as they left work to buy me some clothes to wear home. Thanking them I caught a cab to Lillian's place where she treated my bruises and then made passionate love on the couch before we went to sleep. I like being a woman at this point, the power it gave me and the thrill of lesbian lovemaking.

The next day I dressed in smart trousers, black underwear, ballet heeled shoes, black blouse and jacket. I was called into Mr Hughes office, he questioned me about the incidents. I acted all innocent saying I was the victim. He told me that his manager was getting divorced due to me, 5 warehouse staff were gone possibly go to jail. He told me that it would be better if I went. I demanded my innocence and said if I left I would call the union for unfair dismissal. The argument got heated and at the right time, Mrs Hughes entered questioning the argument subject. She being a woman took my side and told me to wait outside which I did. I heard her yelling at him as he hid from flying objects.

"This is my fathers company and you seem to want to destroy it, now you want to destroy her life" she yelled.

 

 

I was called back in as she explained that It would be better if I left but to compensate me for my trouble I would get a settlement of £25000. I accepted it grudgingly as I walked out with a big smile on my face when I knew the coast was clear.

Still I had some revenge left but that would be in two days time.

That night me and Lillian went out for a meal, club where we danced mouth to mouth all night before ending the night pleasuring each other many times. Lillian also was celebrating the fact her husband was ready to give all she wanted in the divorce.

The next day was shopping, cashing the cheque felt great. Taking a cheque book in my newly opened account. Mistress had given me full documents to prove who I was in case I needed to. Instead of visiting basic high street shops, we visited fashion boutiques, lingerie shops where we were treated like royalty, no snide remarks or mocking here, I was the queen the sales clerks jumped when I asked them to. In one day we had spent the £25,000 and the bank manager was not impressed as I closed the account the same day of opening it.

Now dressed in tight panties, tight pink short shorts exposing my flesh, tight top and same skirt as last time with training shoes hiding my arched feet. Lillian asked about my feet, I explained that it was any incurable slant. My time as a man I always kept my shoes on.

On the exercise bike I cycled as the warehouse men who had not been arrested offered to get me a drink, to do what I asked. I let them come to close but as soon as they touched me I sprayed them with mace and informed security they groped me. In time they were escorted from the gym and banned from entering again. My revenge was complete.

For the remainder of the week I was in heaven, my new clothes convinced of my future. As a man I would suffer but as a women, sister and girl I would rule my world, the only thing I missed was to climax. I also enjoyed my dick as well but I was 90%sure of my choice. Those last nights we made lesbian love before I said goodbye to her for ever. She was happy as she was getting divorced with her large settlement and her baby (my Baby) on the way.

  

  

  

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