It began online, as ever...

Forward six months after they first met. Yet another day dawned. Not that sissy knew whether it was day or night. Not now. Not ever again. The dumb faggot was now locked in its owners dungeon, dressed in the frilly little schoolgirl uniform with suspenders and stockings that its owner made it wear. The high heel shoes that were locked in place. The heavy steel collar. All hair removed. The teeth were to go next, it’s owner had promised. It now answered to ‘sissy slave diana’, ‘dumb faggot’ or just ‘cunt’. No one except its owner knew where it was. It had vanished.

Sissy had agreed to this, the thought kept spiralling through its mind. Why oh why had sissy agreed to this?? This never ending horror. There was no escape.

It was suspended, upside down from metal rings in the ceiling, by its chained ankles, legs spread far apart in its owners secret underground ‘play’ room. Arms bound in a strict reverse prayer position behind its back and attached to the heavy steel collar locked around its neck. The huge dildo that Master had earlier forced up its sissy ‘cunt’ (as its owner called it) was stretching it painfully, and the cock gag that Master F had locked on made breathing difficult, as it reached down into the slave property’s throat. This was not helped by the heavy leather sensory deprivation hood that was locked onto property’s head. Its owner had also tied its faggot cock (or sissy clit, according to Master) very, very tight with leather thongs and hung some heavy weights off it, pulling on it agonisingly. (Normally it was locked in a tiny steel chastity cage. Its owner only ever released the chastity in order to torture the sissy clit). The helpless slaves poor swollen balls, black and blue from their most recent beating, were tied similarly and stretched to their very limit, way up to another ring in the ceiling. As a last torment, Master F had attached some steel alligator clamps to the property slaves hypersensitive nipples.

Pathetic, stupid old sissy faggot diana hung waiting there in the silent darkness, tightly hooded, shaking, agonized, struggling to breathe, completely helpless and in terror for hours, waiting for its owner and Master to come back with more of his “surprises”. Or with some of his terrible friends.

Unbeknown to the slave, several livestream cameras set up in the dungeon continued to silently monitor its suffering. It moaned in abject fear as it heard the key turn in the locked door…