Haziran 28, 2020

Sissy Downfall Ch. 02

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Sissy Downfall Ch. 02My new life at Mistresses mansion was quite pleasant most of the time. My duties were to be maid to the two mistresses. I helped them bathe and dress; hand washed their delicate garments, cleaned their bedroom and changed the bed clothes daily. Sometimes, if I was really lucky the young mistress would have me lick her to orgasm. She had the most fragrant tasty pussy that I had ever experienced. Sometimes she would alloy me to play with my clit as I served her and if really lucky I was allowed to cum. These were all wonderful tasks for a transformed sissy to perform. The feel of their soft lingerie kept me hard whenever I handled it. Often while doing the hand washing I would rub a pair of fragrant panties over my clit and cum all over the garment. I always made sure that all signs were washed away as I was sure that if I was caught I would be severely punished.I was often punished for minor infractions such as not addressing my Mistresses correctly or being too slow to deliver their breakfast. I would be whipped severely for such infractions and be starved for the day. The cook often forced me to suck him or let him take me from behind. With my stretched pussy and new found deep throat skills even this was not too arduous except for his stench. What I really hated was to have to service the training dyke with her hairy smelly pussy smothering me.The training dyke was a new addition to the household who had been employed while I was away in hospital. It was her duty was to maintain discipline amongst the maids and slaves. She was a massive woman at least six foot six tall with broad shoulders, massive thighs and large breasts. She usually dressed in a tight t shirt, wraparound skirt and running shoes. Often she would grab me, drag me to her room and force me to service her cunt. I would be thrown to the floor and she would squat over my face forcing her cunt onto my mouth while my nose was pressed against her filthy stinking bottom. She would hold my private parts and squeeze them if my performance was unsatisfactory. When satisfied she would throw me over her knee and spank me before sending me to clean my face, repair my make up and return to my duties. I could usually smell her juices in my hair until I could next shower. My Mistresses would usually punish me after these sessions as I was invariably late and they could smell her juices in my hair.Sue: the downstairs maid and I had become firm friends and looked out for each other. Often at night one of us would sneak into the other’s bed where we satisfied our lusts together. All in all I was enjoying my new life. Little did I know that every sneaky little indiscretion was being observed and recorded by hidden cameras in every room?Sue and I enjoyed tormenting the ex bar tender. He had been transformed into a sissified castrated slave with huge breasts, puffed up lips, false teeth and piercings in every possible place. He was d**gged with a hormone and sedative cocktail to keep him docile. Dresses in a restrictive corset, stockings and impossibly high ballet heels with his pendulous breasts and useless clit exposed his life was miserable. His duties were to clean the floors in the whole house. As his legs gave out quite quickly as he tried to walk in his impossible shoes, most of his life was spent crawling as he performed his work making his bottom an attractive target for a pair of mischievous maids with their feather dusters. Maybe it was the hormones, I couldn’t be sure, but he often ejaculated when we tormented him. Well! Even nasty people should have a little fun.At least once a week Mistress would organize a BDSM party similar to the one described in the first part of my tale. Sue and I would be required to serve the food and drinks to the guests and submit to any requests from the guests. Mistress Rebecca often attended these events and would single me out for some special attention in the dungeon. She delighted in using a different apparatus to torment me each time she visited. I had been stretched upon the rack, had my shoulders almost dislocated hanging from the strapado and scourged upon the cross.The worst torture was to ride the wooden pony. This diabolical device was a wooden saw horse with a very sharp pointed top bar. The victim was forced to straddle this bar which cut into the tender parts between the legs as they were lifted into place and then left with their legs dangling so that all their weight was taken by both their pussy and bottom in the case of a female or by the clitty and bottom in the case of a male.Mistress Rebecca chose this torture for me at one of the parties. She was dressed in black thigh high stiletto heeled boots; leather corset and thong which showed her perfect figure to the wonderment of all that gazed upon her. I was dressed in a very constrictive leather corset which left my breasts completely exposed, seamed black sheer stockings and six inch high heels. My clit was pulled between my legs and held in place with the ring in the head of my clit being attached to my buttock rings with a padlock. My silly little balls sat either side of my clit looking a little like labia. Leather cuffs were secured around my wrists, locked together behind my back and the secured by chain to a leather collar around my neck.Mistress Rebecca led me with a dog lead to the pony and forced to straddle it. The vicious sharp bar was about a foot below my crotch. A leather belt with chains attached was buckled around my waist. The chains were pulled down, forcing me to bend my knees and hooked to eye bolts set into the floor. I was able to keep myself above the wicked bar for a few minutes until fatigue set in and my legs started to tremble and I was forced to sit upon the bar to take the pressure off my calves and thighs.I screamed as the bar cut onto my clit and forced my tired legs to lift me away from the hell that stretched beneath me. I remember seeing girls taken off the pony with blood running down their legs after their ride. My legs gave away again forcing my tender parts back onto the bar. Tears were pouring from me as I moaned with the pain. I was able to keep lifting myself away from the pain for about ten minutes before my trembling legs gave out. My begging and crying annoyed Mistress Rebecca so much that she gagged me. I felt that my clit was being slit in two. I was sure that I could feel blood running down my thighs. Suddenly I felt pain in my breasts as Mistress slashed at me with a cane. This made me wriggle and jump causing even more pain and damage. I passed out.Waking up some time later I found myself restrained on a hard wooden board with my wrists and ankles tied to the corners of the device so I was held with my legs spread.Mistress Rebecca whispered to me “we have had to put a few stitches into your clit to close the damage up. It looks a little ugly but if I have my way with you that won’t matter much.”What did that mean I thought? What was to become of me?”I am negotiating with your mistress to purchase you. If it all works out I shall have your fate in my hands soon.” Mistress Rebecca laughed as she said this.Eventually I was released and managed to hobble to my room. After undressing I looked at the damage to my clit and it was indeed ugly. I fell asleep terrified of what was in store for me.The following morning I took breakfast to my Mistresses. I was dressed in my maid’s uniform consisting of heels, stockings, very short black dress with white apron and cap. My clit was restrained which was very uncomfortable after the torture inflicted at the party.After I had served their meal, my Mistress ordered me to lift my skirt for inspection.”I don’t like the way your nuts poke out either side of your clit. You need to learn how to tuck them up into your body so you present a more feminine look. I have asked the trainer to teach you how to do it. If you fail I will find another solution.” Both mistresses laughed as I hobbled away.As I reached the foot of the stairs I was grabbed by the dyke and dragged to the dungeon. She threw me onto a hard table on my back and secured a wide belt over my stomach to hold me in place. My ankles were pulled back towards my bottom restrained so that my legs were bent up and out giving her access to my clit. Having released my restraint she forced me to hold my clit up against my tummy while she probed between my legs for the openings to store my nuts. Suddenly I was in extreme distress as one of my balls was forced into my body. I screamed and fainted. Some time later I awoke to find myself lying on the table with the belt and ankle straps undone and my clit pulled back into place between my legs. My whole lower body throbbed with pain. Reaching down I felt the smoothness between my legs.”Now that you know it is possible to hide them it will be your duty to tuck them away each morning” said the dyke.I wondered if I would be able to do this and was determined to keep them where they were from now on. For the rest of the day I struggled to walk around and perform my duties. I was so glad when the work day finished and I was able to hobble to my room and prepare for bed. Unfortunately as soon as I released my clit both of my balls popped out. I cried as I knew that I would somehow have to push them back in before I presented myself for work the following day.At five am I awoke to the alarm, gave myself my morning enemas and showered. Lying on the bed I pushed and prodded my balls trying to push them inside. No matter what I tried they stubbornly stayed in their sack as the pain was too great for a stupid sissy like me to force them inside. I sobbed with frustration and fear of what my punishment would be. I was running out of time to be dressed and made up ready for work so I just had to get on with my daily preparations and go to the kitchen and wait to take breakfast to my mistresses.My mistresses were waiting at their table dressed in translucent robes that barely hid their beautiful bodies.”You are late slut” mistress snarled at me. “serve the food and then stand facing the wall while we eat.”I waited with trepidation trying to listen in on the whispered conversation between my two mistresses.”Come here slut and present yourself for inspection” Mistress commanded.I hobbled across the room and lifted the hem of my skirt. “Lower your panties” I was told.My Mistress smiled at what she saw between my legs. “You have failed in the task I set you and will be punished more severely than you can imagine. Remove your panties, unhook your clit and spread your legs.”I complied. She reached between my legs and fondled my balls before squeezing them so hard that I fainted.I awoke in darkness and pain lying on my back. My wrists were tied above my head and my ankles were tied and stretched tightly away from me. I realized that I was held on the rack. I could feel some kind of long plug on my bottom and there was a large penis gag in my mouth secured with a leather harness.Suddenly the lights were switched on and my mistresses and the dyke were standing around me. Nothing was said as I felt the plug in my bottom expanding and heard a low hum form a compressor. I struggled to no avail as I felt my rectum expanding beyond belief. I tried to scream but of course only muffled sounds escaped around the gag. I heard the sound of the rack starting to stretch my body and soon felt that I must soon be torn asunder. When I felt that my joints were about to dislocate the stretching mercifully stopped. The dyke attached a chain to the ring in my clit and pulled it straight up and hooked the chain to a bar above the rack stretching it to its limit. I then felt a leather band being tightened around my scrotum to the point where I passed out from the pain.Awake again I heard my Mistress whispering in my ear. “You have failed to learn how to tuck and were warned that I would find another solution. I could just leave that restriction on you until they fell off but I think that may kill you which would be a waste of all the money I have invested in you. Mistress Rebecca would love to buy you but I fear that her solution to your little boy problem would be to remove all of your genitalia. It has been my experience that such surgery often leads to incontinence and I would find you repulsive in a nappy. Another downside is that without the leftover skin it would be impossible to fashion a fake vagina if I decided that you deserved it .As I have a few other modifications planned for you I may as well have you surgically castrated at the same time. Hopefully this will put an end to some of your other little perversions that have been recorded by the cameras.”I felt a slight jab in my arm and slipped off into dreamland.My next recollection was of waking in the same room where I found myself after my previous modifications. This time my throat and mouth were sore, there was a throbbing pain in my groin and my ankles were swollen and sore.”The doctor will be in to check you shortly. You must rest for at least two weeks in bed for everything to heal.” The nurse said. I tried to speak but nothing came out.I was restrained in the bed for the two weeks with various tubes to feed me and for my voiding.Eventually the big day arrived and the various dressings were removed.”I guess you want to know what has been done to you”. The doctor asked when he visited that day. “Well as you might have guessed your testicles are gone and we have done some other feminizing to you. Your Adams apple has been shaved so it no longer shows. I have modified your vocal chords to give you a higher voice. Your teeth have been removed and a set of fine dentures made. A few small changes I made to your tongue will make sure that you lisp as a sissy should. Of course the best thing I have done for you was to shorten your Achilles tendons. You will be unable to walk without at least six inch heels and even then there will always be some pain. A small price to pay for such enforced elegance I think. You may still get erections if the stimulation is strong enough and you will still adana escort emit some weak and watery juice if you come. You will probably just dribble the juice out if you get excited.””Now you may suck me off in thanks for all my hard work… I always like to be first to try my latest creation”.With that he dragged my head to the side of the bed and proceeded to fuck my mouth until he came. After I swallowed he put the dentures in my mouth and suggested that I should thank him for the feed.”Oh thank you thir. “I lisped and was surprised that my voice sounded quite different even from inside.The doctor left and the nurse helped me to sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. She fitted some six inch pumps to my feet and helped me to stand. My ankles hurt a little but the pressure that I usually felt in my calves when wearing such high heels was absent. With the nurses help I was able to walk around for a few minutes and then rested to get my strength back. I was passed a pair of waterproof heels and told that I would have to wear these when showering.”You should rest for a couple of hours. I will return to help you shower and dress. Your Mistress will be here to take you home once you are prepared. Soup and some water will be brought along shortly. Eat slowly as your stomach needs to become accustomed to food again.”I ate and rested. A gentle tap on my shoulder awakened me from a deep dream filled sleep where I imagined myself living in luxury dressed in the finest silks with servants and a handsome master whose only demand was that I serve him sexually.The nurse fitted my shower heels and helped me to the bathroom where, on hands and knees I was administered a gentle enema. After I had emptied that one I was given several more until I ran clean. I showered and washed my hair. Once dry I sat at the dressing table, brushed my hair and applied my make up in the slutty, too much of everything, style that I knew my mistress liked her possessions to wear.Lacing me tightly into a white corset with a quarter cup bra which left most of my breasts exposed the nurse then pulled my clit between my legs and laced the ring in its end to my two buttock rings and left me alone to finish dressing. One of the advantages of my new restraining system was that it left my bottom exposed and available which meant that I could be taken from behind without removal of the leather strap. I carefully rolled a white seamed stocking up my left leg and attached it to the suspenders on the corset making sure that the seam was straight. I then fitted the right hand stocking enjoying the feel as I slipped it over my leg. Six inch high white pumps were next and then I practiced walking while I waited for Mistress to arrive. My silly little clit twitched in anticipation.There were no other clothes left for me and I wondered what outrageous outfit I would be expected to wear.My question was answered soon enough as just then my Mistress arrived with the doctor. Dressed in clingy black dress that showed her beautiful figure to perfection she almost floated into the room. A sissy like me could never hope to achieve such beauty and grace. I curtsied to her and kept my head lowered as she inspected the surgeon’s handiwork.”Excellent work; I’m well satisfied with your modifications as always. I’m sure there will be plenty more for you to do in the future.” Mistress laughingly said.Grabbing me by one of my nipple rings, mistress asked me what I thought of my new self. “Oh thank you Mithtress I think all the changes are thrilling.” I gushed.”That lisp is perfect.” She said and dismissed the doctor. “Here is the rest of your outfit.” She said passing me a large paper shopping bag. “Put it on and we will go to the hairdresser.”In the bag I found a skimpy white sheath dress and some jewelry. The dress fitted me like a glove with the hem about half way between my knees and crotch it did at least cover my stocking tops except that there was a split that came up the left side to a stitch at the top of my leg and then three inch slits all the way to my waist. From that side it my stocking top was clearly visible and my lack of panties was obvious. The material of the dress was quite light and opaque around the waist and below but above that it was much more translucent so that my breasts were clearly displayed through it. There was a little girls pink Barbie shoulder bag for me to carry my make up. Earrings featuring silver penises dangling from them and a matching neck lace completed my outfit.”What do you think of that slut?” Mistress asked.”Perfect thithy attire Mithtress, thank you tho muthch,” I replied.”Not quite perfect. Pull the top of the dress down I need to make your nipples more prominent.”I slipped the shoulder straps down my arms and lowered the dress to expose my breasts. Mistress carefully painted some red liquid onto my nipples which darkened them considerably. She then blew on them to dry the paint. As it dried I felt a tingling burning sensation and my nipples became erect and hard. Pulling the dress back up I could see my nipples straining against the thin fabric which now seemed to irritate them with every move I made. Mistress smiled wickedly, spun me around and slapped me viciously on my bottom.”Get a move on we have work to do to get you ready for a party we are attending tonight. If you are really good I might not paint some that nipple rouge on your clit and ass pussy.” Mistress hissed at me.I followed her through the door marveling at the way her womanly bottom undulated from side to side, down a flight of stairs and out to her mustang. I wished my bottom was more feminine.”Do you like how much easier it is to walk in those heels than it was before slut.””Yes Mithtress, thank you it ith much better. This little slut thanks you vewey much.” I replied.On the passenger’s seat there was a hessian sack. “Pull up the back of your dress before you sit to stop you leaving marks as I know that silly little clit is bound to dribble. I also don’t want you clit dribbling on the leather and staining it so I have provided that lovely bag for your pleasure.” She laughed as she said this.Once seated, I found that the sack was very uncomfortable and irritating to sit upon. My bottom and clit started to itch immediately and I wondered whether the sack had been soaked in the nipple rouge.”Stop fidgeting slut. It will only make it itch more. Your bottom should be quite tender enough by the time we get there. Make sure that you wiggle that silly little bottom as you walk. Would you like me to have your bottom enlarged?””Oh yeth pleath Mithtress'” I gushed.”The hormones you are taking and your lack of testosterone will probably fatten your bottom up nicely without surgical intervention.”We drove for about half an hour to a large shopping mall where Mistress led me through the crowd of late afternoon shoppers. I received admiring glances from many of the men and even a few slaps and pinches when the crowd was particularly tightly packed. Most of the women looked at me as if they would like to spit at me, some of them saying “slut” as they passed. I was relieved to escape the stares and glares when we entered the hair dressing shop.I was led immediately to a chair by a very good looking young man.”You had better put a towel on the chair” my Mistress said “as she is a terrible dribbler.” The hair dresser laughed as he flipped a towel into place and led me to the chair. He licked his lips as I lifted the back of my dress and placed my bare bottom upon the towel.I now had quite long mousy brown hair which reached to my shoulders.”What look would you like me to give the little sissy?” he asked my Mistress.”Dye it ash blonde and give her little girly ringlets. You’d like that wouldn’t you, slut?””Oh yeth Mithtress thith lithle sithy would jutht love that.””Is that a put on lisp or does it talk that way all the time?” He asked.”It has no choice since its mouth was modified. Isn’t it cute?” Mistress replied. He just laughed and started work.Mistress sashayed off into the mall.The hairdresser was just finishing as Mistress reappeared.”I’m very pleased with the result. Would you like it to suck you as a bonus for your expertise,” she asked?The hairdresser just smiled and led me to the back room, forced me to my knees and fucked my mouth and throat savagely until he came.”Thank the nice man, sissy for feeding you” I was told.”Thank you thir, for your gift of man theed.” I whimpered as my throat was quite raw from the oral ****.Mistress paid the fee and wafted out of the shop with me following trying not to notice the stares from all the other shoppers at my totally girly hair. It would have been fine on a little girl but was totally wrong on a fully grown sluttish almost woman.Back in the car, the rag top lowered with my bared bottom back on the coarse hessian seat Mistress told me to pull the front of my dress up to expose my thighs above the stocking tops and then gutter crawled along a busy street so that the pedestrians could gawk at my slutty demander.”Cross and uncross your legs every twenty seconds” I was told.Of course every time I did that my crotch was exposed to the many shoppers who were staring at the fox driving the car and the slut that sat next to her.Mistress finally tired of this game and we sped out of town. I wondered about this party we were attending.Reading my mind Mistress asked “I guess you would like to know about the party.””Yeth pleath Mithtreth.” I answered hesitantly.”We are going to Mistress Rebecca’s place. You of course will be one of the highlight exhibits of the night for some of the sickest of her acquaintances. You won’t be hurt any more than usual but what you will be forced to do would not interest me or my friend Rebecca so will be diverting ourselves elsewhere on the estate with perversions of a more normal persuasion.”I knew better than to ask any questions and sat in silence speculating upon what indignities I night be subjected to. Many possibilities crossed my mind bit I gave up and just hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much.After winding down a narrow back road we arrived at a gateway set into a high wall. The sun was setting as Mistress pressed a button set into a post near the gate. As soon as she identified herself the gate opened and we swept through and followed a long drive which eventually led to a stunning mansion which we bypassed, following the road to a huge structure surrounded by horse paddocks and other stock yards. We pulled up near a small gate in the fence and Mistress sounded the horn.”Slip off that dress and leave it in the car. You won’t need it again. Get out of the car and wait here” Mistress said and sped off towards the main house.A tall woman dressed in boots, jeans and a checked shirt appeared, locked a dog collar with a chain attached around my neck and lead me along a path, through a door and into a large room that was just a small part of what I realized must be huge barn. The chain was secured to an eye bolt set into the wall and I was left alone. On the opposite wall there was a raised platform with eight large dildos mounted on posts. A number of clear rubber hoses with strange fitting on there ends were lying on the platform.Soon I heard a noise that sounded a little like cows mooing. The noise increased until the woman in the country clothes appeared leading eight people secured in a line with collars and about a yard of chain between each of them. They were all naked except for their high heels and all had large breasts once they were lined up along the platform with their backs to the dildos I could see that there were four T girls and four GG girls. Without any prompting they each mounted themselves upon the dildos. The T girls used their bottoms and the girls their pussies. Their low moaning cow noise continued but I could hear a humming noise in the back ground that I guessed could have been the dildos vibrating as the T girls big clittys became erect and the girls started to slide up and down the posts. The girls had massive breasts that seemed to be leaking milk from their nipples. The cow girl handed each T girl a hose which they placed over the heads of their clits and the girls were given two each to place over their nipples. Suddenly there was a slurping noise and the hoses locked them selves on. I could see milk flowing through the hoses from the girls while the T girls puffed and panted in the throws of excitement. This was milking like I had never imagined. The T girls eventually climaxed and the girl’s milk ran dry. They were still all riding the dildos as I was led away and locked in a small sparse room. There were a couple of hard chairs, a table, a toilet stall and a full length mirror. I was still collared and chained but was free to move around I heard the lock on the door being turned, the door opened and my friend Sue was thrust into the room. She was naked apart from her heels and collar and chain. Her clitty was restrained in the same way mine was. I couldn’t see her balls but she was accomplished at tucking them away. Her whole body was covered in bruises and scratches. We hugged. She asked what had happened to me during my time away. She giggled when I started to lisp but listened intently as I described my time in hospital.Then it was time to hear her story. Sue had been tortured for having sex with me at Mistresses house and then sent to Mistress Rebecca’s for further training and punishment. Since she had arrived her duty had been to serve the cowgirl who she called the wrangler. The wrangler was a T girl with an extremely cruel streak and a great ability to train a****ls of both the human type and others. She was responsible for training the milk girls and gurls, Mistresses riding horses as well as the a****ls kept for entertaining guests. Sue started to sob as she told me that she had helped to train some of those a****ls. I tried to get more detail from her about that but she refused to elaborate except to say that most of her scratches and bruises were inflicted while performing that task. She explained escort adana that the milkers were kept because the mistress demanded fresh human breast milk to be available for cooking and for her coffee. Sue didn’t know what the supplies of milked semen were used for but thought it might be fed to some of the lowest slaves to see how well the survived on it. Apparently Mistress Rebecca’s household had many layers of hierarchy and was made up almost completely of T girls. Sue had heard that at the top level there were beautiful office gurls who helped Mistress run her business empire. Below that were various grades of maids who looked after the running of the house. There were gardeners, grooms, drivers and then the barn creatures of which she was one. There were even lower beings that Mistress enjoyed torturing to extremes. There was even talk of a fully equipped operating theater adjacent to the dungeon with some very sick but talented surgeons who were happy to attend to Mistresses needsI was starting to feel very apprehensive, fearing that my mistress may have sold me to Mistress Rebecca.During this time there was a gradual increase in sound filtering through the walls. It sounded to me very much like a crowd of excited people in a theater. Sue told me that it was best if I didn’t know about it and to hope that I wouldn’t find out. My bladder felt week so I went and relieved myself.The wrangler entered the room wearing thigh latex stiletto thigh boots, a latex body suit and long latex gloves. She was carrying a cattle prod.”Fix your make up and make it quick” she snarled at me. “Do you know what this is?””Yeth” I mumbled.She zapped me. When I climbed back off the floor she said “learn some manners and address your betters as Mistress”.”Yeth Mithtress” I simpered.”That’s better. I’m going to love training you.” Once my make up was repaired I was lead from the room down a long corridor. The crowd noise increased as we neared a door at the end. Led through the door I walked up a ramp and onto a raised platform about twelve feet around. The crowd cheered and stamped their feet. They appeared to be mostly men with a spattering of women. I guessed there were about a hundred of them. On the opposite side of the platform was another ramp leading down to a door about three feet high. Around the perimeter was a fence of five thin wires held onto posts with insulators. I assumed that it was electrified. The audience view would not be impeded by this barrier.The wrangler forced me down onto my knees and elbows and fastened leather straps to eye bolts on the wooden floor to hold my knees and elbows firmly in place and spread. My wrists were pulled and fastened to my shoulders and my ankles were strapped to my thighs. I groaned at the discomfort. All I could do was rock my body back and forth a little and move my head up and down.The wrangler put her prod down where I could see it and picked up a wicked looking cane and disappeared for my view. The crowd became quiet and then I heard the cane swish followed by a searing pain to my bottom quickly followed by another blow. The crowd applauded.”That will be your punishment if you don’t follow my instructions immediately and precisely.” She hissed and hit me again.”Yeth Mithtress” I sobbed and the crowd laughed.The little door opened and a short hairy creature raced out and up the ramp. Of humanoid appearance it was covered with hair, had a dog like snout and an erect strangely shaped penis. What b**st was this? A Werewolf? It raced around the platform being careful to avoid the fence and then sniffed at my bottom and tried to mount me. Its claws scratched my back above my corset. The wrangler pushed it away and it nipped my bottom a couple of times as it slid off.It then raced around to my face and after licking me turned around and pushed its bottom against my mouth.”Lick him little bitch” I was told and felt the cane rest upon my buttocks.Having very little choice in the matter I complied. The crown cheered an hurled insults at me. I was crying. The b**st seemed to be enjoying my attention and pushed back harder until he was told to roll over. He immediately dropped on his haunches wriggled back under me and then flipped onto his back with his legs spread and his erect penis pointed at my mouth.The cane rested on my buttocks. And I just knew what was expected of me. The crowd went wild as I wrapped my painted lips around the horrid little member and started to suck. Tears poured from my eyes and the crowd stamped and chanted “SUCK, SUCK, SUCK.”His prick grew and then if felt the lump of his knot grow inside my mouth. Fortunately he wasn’t big enough to lock himself in.I guess I sucked him for about ten minutes until he came. The cane was back against my bottom and I heard the chant of “SWALLOW, SWALLOW.”I did just that and felt like vomiting but managed to hold it in. I can imagine what would have happened to me if I had.The creature pulled away from me and raced around behind me and sank its fangs into my already punished bottom. The crowd screamed “blood, blood, and blood.” I could feel liquid running down the inside of my thigh. The wrangler eventually pulled it away gave it a treat to nibble and it disappeared down the ramp out of site.A cry for more rang out from the crowd. I wondered what further indignity I could be subjected to. Too soon I found out as a huge b**st forced its way through the door in front of me. It was the ugliest creature I had ever seen and I was very glad that it was muzzled. It immediately mounted my head and presented its cock to my mouth. It was huge. It certainly put my silly little clit to shame being at least eight inches long and an inch and a half thick before it had even become aroused. I took it into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could hoping that I could make it come rather than have it do what I was sure was planned.It soon released itself from my suction and prowled around behind me and started licking my little hole through its muzzle. Suddenly I felt its weight on my back and it was thrusting to enter me. I relaxed my self to allow it to enter me as I knew the inevitability of his success. As it pumped into me its claws raked my shoulders and soon I could feel blood running. The b**st’s balls were slapping against the head of my clit in time with his thrusts. I could feel my clit trying to harden between my legs and I started to rock back and forth to meet the brute’s thrusts. My clit was dribbling cum as I was slowly ogasming. The crowd was chanting “BITCH, BITCH, and BITCH.” Ashamed of my reaction to the monster r****g me I wondered if I was turning into the kind of slut bitch who just needed her hole filled and didn’t care with what. I lost track of time but eventually I felt its knot grow inside me and then it came. It scratched me even more and I felt its drool running down my neck. He lost interest in me then and turned around trying to pull himself out. I thought that my rectum would be turned inside out and by the time he finally escaped I was screaming so loud that the crowed was hushed. He raced back to his lair and I could only sob with the pain. After a couple more strokes of the cane I was released. My joints were so stiff that I had to crawl down the ramp and was led into a cell with a hard bed, a set of drawers, a shower and a toilet. There was a screen on one wall which was showing a view of the platform that I had just left. It was visible from the shower, toilet and bed.”Clean yourself up little bitch, for that’s what you truly are now, and enjoy the next show. You never know when you might be doing what our next guest is going to be forced to endure.” She said leaving me alone. Once I could stand again I stripped and tried to get to the toilet before realizing that I couldn’t walk without my shoes. I crawled to the toilet and drained myself, pushed my prolapsed rectum back in and then managed to wash my self, kneeling in the shower.Once dry and back in my shoes I looked in the drawers and found a pair of white hold up stockings, a white thong and a matching transparent baby doll. I couldn’t face wearing my soiled clothes with drool all over them. The next show involved a pony/man creature serving a woman who seemed to enjoy the huge phallus inside her.The wrangler entered the room and said “I hope you enjoyed the little show. I might get you to help me to train him how to use a T girl bottom. That would be fun wouldn’t it?” I just burst into tears and sobbed’Can’t I just go back to my mithtreth?” I pleaded. She just laughed and told me to put my make up on as there were several punters who had paid to spit roast me on stage as the a****l action had finished for the night. I spent the next two hours with my mouth and bottom continually full of penises. Finally I was left on the little table with man juice oozing form my bottom, my tummy gurgling and my hair, face and lingerie covered in muck. “That’s it for you for tonight” I was told when I was returned to the cell.’Make sure that you are ready at dawn with your makeup done and dressed in the outfit in the second drawer.” I was told as she removed my collar and left the room.How would I know when to wake up I wondered as there were no windows and no clock. I was too tired to care and just crashed on the bed and slept.A loud banging on the door woke me and I was told to be ready for release in half an hour. I washed and drained my self, brushed my hair as best I could and applied a thick and slutty make up. In the second drawer I found a leather steel boned corset that laced up the front which made it possible for me to tighten it myself. There were sheer black seemed stockings which I rolled up my legs and secured with suspender straps to the corset. I slipped on the pair of seven inch high heels that even with my ankle modifications I found it hard to take anything but short steps. I fitted the penis ear rings but not the necklace as I assumed I would be wearing the collar.Right on time the wrangler arrived, fitted the collar and led me away to a kitchen with the lovely smell of bacon and eggs. I realized that apart from cum I hadn’t eaten for sixteen hours. I was just about to tuck into the meal that I had been seated in front of when I was told to stop. The wrangler passed me a squeeze bottle and told me to season the meal with it. When it started to squirt out I realized it was semen. The label said man seed sauce. Wrangler grabbed the bottle and squirted a liberal portion of the sauce over all my beautiful breakfast. I was told to get used to it as it was a compulsory addition to every slaves meal. I was so hungry that I managed to gobble the whole disgusting mess down. There was coffee to which I added milk that I was informed was from the breasts of our own heard. It tasted a little thin but quite sweet.The wrangler told me to wash up the breakfast dishes. Once completed, I was led out to the milking area where the milking was nearly over. The T gurls had already cum but the GGs were still being emptied and were sliding up and down the poles trying to cum. Two achieved climax before they were drained while the other two continued to slide after they were empty. They were to be disappointed as the wrangler shut the pump down, retrieved the hoses and forced them off the poles and out the door. I was pushed against the wall and my restraint laces were removed allowing my clit free for the first time in many hours. “Mount one of the girl’s poles” I was told harshly. One of the poles raised itself a little higher, hydraulics I thought, and I straddled it pulling my cheeks apart so that it could enter me. Wrangler handed me two nipple hoses which started to suck once they were over my nipples. The penis hose was too large for my silly little clit so I was provided with a smaller end fitting. The suction started as soon as I was connected and the dildo started vibrating in my bottom. I was soon hard and my watery juices were flowing, much to my delight and pleasure. My nipples were stretched by the suction and I wished that I could lactate.”Mistress has been experimenting with various hormones to force lactation in T Girls. Her latest formulation hasn’t been tested so if you are lucky she may choose you as the guinea pig. All the others have caused strange side effects so maybe you don’t want to be too lucky” she sneered.When I stopped panting with pleasure the suction stopped and the hose was removed. I climbed reluctantly from the dildo and wrangler taught me how to sterilize the hoses and fittings and store them for latter use. She laced up my restraint and led me back to my cell where she presented me with an enema kit and gave me half an hour to cleanse my inside.The half hour had expired and I had re applied my make up as was expected of me when she returned for me.Being led along a good path by the wrangler I had difficulty not tripping over because of the short steps I had to take. We were heading towards the main house and I was terrified of what fate may await me inside. Mistress Rebecca had intimated that she might remove my clitty when last she spoke to me. I hoped that my castration would satisfy her need to have me totally feminized.”We have some time before your audience with the Mistress so I will give you a short tour of the features of the mansion on our way.”We climbed a marble stair case and I found myself on a huge patio with a swimming pool surrounded with tables and chairs under beach umbrellas. A couple of French maids hovered with trays of drinks and snacks. While several stunning naked T girls swam or lounged in the chairs.”Those are Mistresses’ secretaries who help her run her many businesses. They are allowed many freedoms and are paid well for their work. Only the Mistress has more freedom than they do. You are not nearly pretty enough to be one of them. The maids have many restrictions on them and are not paid and are punished if they break any of the many rules of the house. Mistress does have some personal maids who have similar freedoms to the secretaries but are adana escort bayan not paid and are punished rarely.”Leading me through a doorway wrangler took me down a long flight of stairs, through a heavy door and into darkness. She flipped some lights on and I found myself in a dungeon with all the usual torture devices plus some that I couldn’t even imagine their purpose. In one corner there was a brightly lit operating theater with several rows of tiered seats that allowed one to watch through a long window.A door was opened and the wrangler showed me one of the cells that would hold the victims of the upcoming torture.”Mistress, is that you” a voice called. “I’m sorry I stole from you. I’ll do any thing to make it up”We moved along the passage until we found the owner of the voice. A stunningly beautiful T girl was shackled to the wall by her wrists and ankles. She was held in a squatting pose and had evidence of a severe whipping on most of her naked body. She was shivering as it was very cold.”If you are lucky you will just be killed you little slut. But is more than likely that you will be tortured and then spend some time in the operating theater.” She was told, eliciting a howl of anguish:”Noooo! I’ll be good and do anything.” Wrangler just laughed as we walked away.”That’s what happens to thieving secretaries. I hope I get to watch her tortured and modified into a curiosity for the mistress to play with” she laughed again.We climbed a set of stairs which brought us into a sumptuous hall with marble floor, beautiful tapestries on the walls interspersed with paintings which to my untrained eye looked like original masters. This is the grand banquet hall, I was told. We then walked through several beautifully appointed drawing rooms all of which had beautiful views of the gardens.Wrangler knocked on a door which was opened by a beautiful maid who told us to wait. After half an hour we were ushered into another stunningly furnished room where we found Mistress Rebecca waiting for us seated in an almost throne like arm chair. She was beautifully dressed in fitted skirt and jacket from one of the great fashion houses of Europe. Her jewelry sparkled and her hair and make up was perfect. Her stilettos matched the pastel blue outfit perfectly. I knew that I was looking at a five thousand dollar outfit.I curtsied and wrangler bowed (butch T girl) before my mistress.”Good morning wrangler. I trust all is well down on the farm.””Yes mistress everything is great. Milk production is up and the paying perverts loved the show last night.”Mistress looked me up and down and said”You have had some improvements made I hear. Get on your knees and come and lick the soles of my shoes.’ I complied without hesitation and was kicked away when mistress tired of my groveling.”I have decided that you should have a name slave. From now on you will be known as Dogbitch. I watched a little of your performance on replay. You obviously love the work. The sales of downloads have been over the top. So far one million perverts have paid to look at your disgusting display. Keep working at it and I may not cut your clit off. I’m sure that with wrangler’s training you will achieve even more innovative ways to make me money. You are now officially the trainer’s assistant and may be allowed to have sex with some of the higher rated gurls if they demand it. Wrangler can use you when ever she feels the need. I have decided to punish the thief tonight and all the higher graded gurls will be forced to watch as a lesson to them. Wrangler will get to watch because of her seniority and you Dogbitch can watch so that you understand exactly how ruthless and cruel I am. Both of you will be expected to present your selves in dungeon attire after milking time and your evening meal. You are dismissed.” After a bow and curtsy we went back to the barn and completed morning chores. We fed a****ls and I was forced to suck off several creatures so that I could bond with them. I was told that they would be much kinder to me if they recognized me as their bitch. Finally I sucked off the horse-man and ended up with an equine semen shower as I couldn’t swallow fast enough.Wrangler demanded sandwiches and coffee to be made for her. I was allowed a cup of coffee but no food as wrangler said that I was quite full enough. As an after lunch treat wrangler had me kneel in front of her and suck her gigantic clittty. I was very full after taking her load. I was told to rest for a while and then to prepare bolognaise for our dinner. It was to be simmering away so that it would be ready after milking and to give us time to prepare ourselves for the night ahead.Making the dinner was easy and it was all ready to go when we went off to milk the cows. After that job was completed, we ate. The only downside was that my serving was smothered in man seed sauce.My outfit for the night was another corset of the same style that I had been wearing all day. There were several of them in my chest of drawers. Clean stockings and the same shoes completed my outfit. An enema and shower preceded my dressing and makeup application. Remarkably my ringlets were holding up and I looked suitably slutty by the time we were to leave. I grabbed my little pink bag of make up and was ready when the wrangler arrived to lead me to the entertainment. She was dressed in a shining black latex body stocking which hugged every curve of her body, stilettos and studded leather gloves. She carried a riding crop which she used on my bottom to stop me tarrying as we walked to the main house and followed the stairs down to the dungeon where I was seated on a hard bench overlooking the torture floor. The bench soon filled with all the secretaries and high level maids. I was looked upon with distain because they considered me to be well below their station. All of them were dressed in similar corsets as I was with stockings and seven inch heels. I noticed that they had much more difficulty than I had walking in those heels.A huge video screen lit up showing the thief in her cell now strung up from a high beam by her wrists and being hosed down with a fire hose. The jet from the hose was strong enough to move her body away from it. Particular attention was paid to her breasts and boy bits. Once it was deemed that she was clean she was unshackled and dragged out of the cell.Soon she was dragged before us, her wrists were manacled to a ceiling secured chain and each ankle was secured to eye bolts set into the floor spreading her legs about a yard apart. She was then slashed with a bull whip until the welts covered every inch of her skin. Wrangler was wielding the whip and I hoped that I would never be recipient of her skill. She had not broken skin once, just terrible stripes all over her. The girl screamed at first and eventually as she weakened and subsided into sobs.”Put her on the rack” Mistress’ dressed in a tight leather dress over thigh high boots and long leather gloves ordered.The thief was unhitched dragged almost u*********s and strapped upon the rack. Wrangler worked the winch handle stretching the girl to almost breaking point. She screamed, sobbed and cried but couldn’t struggle as her body was as taught as a bow string.”Get your self down here Dogbitch” I want this slut to hear you speak”.I joined Mistress who was standing next to the girls face. “Did you all notice how easily Dogbitch walked in those stupidly high heels?” Mistress asked the assembled girls. They all nodded. “How is it that you can walk so easily Dogbitch?””Becauth my achilieths thendons have been thortened Mithtress” I replied. Most of the audience giggled at the sound of my lisp.”I intend to have all of you modified in this way over the next few months” they were told.”Do you like the way Dogbitch talks” she asked the thief. “I think you will be talking just like her very soon.”Grabbing a pair of pliers, mistress gripped the girls tongue, pulled it out through teeth until it was stretched tight and then cut a half inch slit in the end of it. blood spurted as she released it. The girl gurgled as her mouth filled with blood.”Congratulations slave. I have promoted you to the same level as Wrangler. You will have better quarters, a larger range of still slutty clothes, and more choice in how much manseed that you ingest and you’re only chance to prove your worth by getting our new milker and dogbitch up to speed as soon as she is well enough to perform. You will be called sluttrainer from now on. I have chosen you because you seem to be devoted to me, you are pretty, you know what will be expected of your charge and would love me to give you the vagina that you crave. I have found a newbee gurl to take over your role as stable hand. You will find her locked in your old cell when you return to the barn. Be strict with her but don’t damage or penetrate her as you will find that she is rather special and may join my inner household quite soon. She has a strict regime of hormone treatment which you will administer without fail. You may also come into the inner circle eventually once you have proved your total subjection to my will.”Mistress dismissed Wrangler and I. we walked back to the barn and I was shown my new accommodation. It was a small suite with bedroom/sitting room, bathroom and little bar area. There was a bottle of quality Champaign in an ice bucket with a little card from Mistress welcoming me to my new rooms and position. I invited wrangler to join me share the wine. She said that she preferred beer but would bring some back to help me celebrate. By the time she returned I had bowled over two glasses and was feeling very relaxed as I had not drunk alcohol for several months. Wrangler was now wearing a pair of black boxer shorts and a tight blue singlet that hugged her well endowed chest. Androgyny personified was my mental description of her as she carried a couple of beers in and flopped onto a lounge chair opposite me and spread her muscular legs. I poured another wine with a shaking hand as I felt my clitty try to harden between my legs. Lust was in the air. I gulped some wine and raced into the bathroom to fix touch up my make up and have little tinkle on the loo.Swaying back into the room, trying to be as womanly as possible, I topped up my drink and demurely sat down on the floor next to her and tried to seduce her with my eyes and smile.”You may have been promoted but just remember that I am much stronger than a little sissy like you. You will still be subservient to me and I will control you. I will choose your clothing, your diet and your duties. You will address me as mistress when we are alone. If you say it in front of the real MISTRESS she will destroy you, so you will have to have your wits about you in here presence. Lie across my knees so I can feel your soft bottom.”I put my glass aside and laid myself across her knees. I felt her hands as they caressed and kneaded my bottom like it was dough for a cake. My clitty dribbled juice onto her leg. “You are such a slut” she whispered just before her hand slapped down upon my bare cheeks. The spanking continued until I was crying and sobbing for mercy. I was thrown onto the floor and told to dry my eyes and to fix my make up.My bottom was throbbing and hot when I returned to find wrangler naked and lounging back in the chair stroking her ten inch clitty. “I hope you’ve got plenty of lipstick as you will need it” I was told.I knew what was expected I dropped to my knees and licked the head of that lovely shaft. My mouth almost had a mind of its own as it stretched around the head and slid down the shaft I alternated between sucking as hard as I could and sliding my lips up and down that amazing shaft. I gradually worked it past my gag reflex and into my throat and used my neck muscles to massage the lovely invader inside me. Suddenly I was pushed away and thrown onto my knees on the floor. My little bottom twitched with anticipation of being entered. She took me dry. It hurt. I cried. She pulled out and flooded my mouth. I was sore but fulfilled. She led me to my bed and promised much more before the morning as she turned the bedside lamp off.True to her word I was filled in both my holes throughout the night. I came several times during the night. Walking was painful when I awoke before dawn and went to the bathroom to complete my morning enema and shower. When I returned to the bedroom she was gone. Laid out on the bed was my outfit for the day. A purple corset, stockings and shoes were to be my clothes for the day. Nothing about my attire had changed bar the colour, I still wore no panties and my breasts were still exposed. There was a note from mistress lying on my dressing table. It told me to take the tablets as directed and to set up an extra milking station for myself to use twice a day.After taking the tablets I joined wrangler for breakfast. She allowed me to pour a much smaller serving of manseed sauce on my cereal. I enjoyed my lovely milky coffee very much. I cleaned up the dishes and we set up a fifth breast milking station complete with dildo and third hose for my clitty. The cows were let in and hooked up to the equipment as was I. My nipples were extended by the pulsing suction and my clitty dribbled juice. I hoped that soon my milk would come in which would enhance my self assessment of my femininity.Milking over and the cleanup done we went to check on our new charge. Oh wow, what a surprise we found inside the cell. Lying on the bed was, at first sight, a young girl with here back towards us. She rolled over and we discovered that she had a tiny clitty, perky nubile breasts, a beautiful face and curly blonde hair. On closer inspection it became obvious that she had been castrated. No wonder mistress wanted her looked after and dosed with hormones. She would be a stunner.So ends the second part of my tale. As at the end of part one I am once again contented with my life. My body is growing more rounded now that the testosterone has gone, I might start to produce milk, I was in Mistresses’ good graces for now and I had the hope of looking like a real woman if I performed to perfection. Of course, nothing is guaranteed in the life of a sissy sub slut is there. Tune in to see how my fortunes fluctuate in chapter three.

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