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5 days of torment
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The following series of stories are basically 60 percent factual. The length of the session was totally accurate, the activities and sequence of those activities are totally factual. I have embellished virtually every activity to appeal to my kinky side.
I am a submissive transvestite who for the last 30+ years was a sissy slave to my Wife/Mistress Marie who passed away recently. This story describes how I deal with Her loss. The other players in this story are real and actually were in the roles depicted. You will have to decide for yourself what is real and what is my kinky embellishment is. I will answer specific questions truthfully, if you choose to ask.
This story happened last week from Thursday through Monday. The session was designed so I could document my experience and that documentation is what follows. I do hope you enjoy.
I have locked myself in my neosteel chastity belt using Carlilock.com to control how long. I did give the program a keyword to use so I could be released after I had served a minimum of 2 weeks 6 days. Once that minimum time had passed I tried scores of words that I thought I might have used and almost 4 weeks into my chastity I was looking at being locked up the maximum time of 24 weeks.
My real life Mistress for over 30 years recently passed from injuries sustained in an auto accident. I had chosen Carlilock.com so I would be restricted from masturbating. My Neosteel chastity belt completely eliminates any possibility of masturbation. I dearly missed Mistress Marie and was wandering aimlessly needing my Mistress back.
I read an account from Claudia on the Bound Forum where she explains about her "Master" who dwells in her head and dominates her from deep in her soul using her imagination to create scenarios. She has allowed her Master to totally control her self bondage activities and kinky games.
As I read her stories and was inspired by the way she actually performed acts that Master demanded, even when she was afraid or reluctant, she must listen to Master. She would inflict painful punishments on herself when ordered by Master to do so, or parade naked and in bondage in remote areas completely risking expposure or discovery, Master must be obeyed.
I realized that after 33 years of slavery to my Mistress Marie, She resides at the core of my soul and I was once again going to be Her lowly inferior male sissy slut again and be totally under Her control from the deep recesses of my imagination and memory.
I have knelt and confessed my infidelity to Mistress Marie and begged Her to punish me for allowing Carlilock.com to take control of my chastity. Mistress is very angry and wishes to have access to my sissy clitty and balls for proper punishment. I have been whipped and paddled daily for a week now and I have attempted every keyword I could think of to get free and all I have done is extend my time in chastity.
Mistress hogtied me last night dressed in my tightest corset, sissy training bra with sandpaper lining, thigh high hose, 6" oxford heels laced and locked on my feet, the latex hood with inflatable gag and breathing tube, 3" posture collar and a double bladder enema nozzle attached to a 2 quart enema bottle filled to bursting with an oily mixture. The enema bag is connected to the double bladder enema nozzle with flow control connections and the inflators for the bladders disconnect to keep me from reaching them. The tube from the bag hanging high above me is clamped tight by an electrical solenoid plugged into a digital timer to turn off the power and release the hose at some random time.
Mistress orders me to use 2 escape methods, the key drop from the cd opening in my laptop, or the key in the gallon of smelly slimey sticky mixture in the bucket connected to the rope that can be tipped to spill the contents to get the other key. I never want to have to clean up the mess that would make!! So, the key drop is programmed for 11 hours and Mistress orders me to start.
My legs are secured frog fashion with a spreader bar across my knees so I will not be able to turn over and will be forced to stay on my stomach. Rope around my crossed ankles tightens things up and a short chain, maybe 18" is locked to my ankle bindings. I flopped on my stomach and glanced at the clock before pulling the latex hood over my head. It was 8:40 pm and the key would not drop until 7:40 am. I reached behind my back and found the chain and struggled but managed to lock my leather wrist cuffs to the chain from my ankles and I was helpless.
My chastity belt pressed against my hips, the sandpaper in mt sissy training bra rubbed my titties every time I squirmed, and I was very happy to have the inflatable gag with the large tube to breathe through.
Time passed incredible slowly, I could not see anything, or hear anything, and all I smelled and tasted was latex, and I was very aroused and uncomfortable in chastity. I finally fell asleep.
I was awakened from a sound sleep by the enema rushing into my bowels and the discomfort was immediate with the tight corset and bondage. I was so full and it was still coming, I screamed for it to stop, but it continued until it was empty and I was full. The pressure was unbelievable, I had to pee real bad and the inflatable bladders of the enema nozzle was holding everything in.
I lay there and moaned for hours trying to squirm around and get comfortable. Al I did was rub my nipples raw.
I felt the key hit my arm and groped around until I found it. It was so hard to get the lock open, but finally my arms were free. I pulled off the hood and the sweat and drool leaked everywhere. I looked at the clock, it was 8:13 am. It took me over a half hour to get my hands free. I struggled and got my ankles free and straightened my legs as much as the spreader bar would allow and lay back on my back as cramps hit me again. I got the spreader bar off and struggled to my feet fighting cramps again, and disconnected the enema hose at the check valve. I could now walk around.
I found a note from Mistress telling me not to disturb her until 10:00 am. I was to put my hood back on after being allowed to stand over a 5 gallon bucket and pee, but that was all. I emptied my poor bladder and got some small relief. I put the hood back on and knelt on the floor waiting, and cramping, and cramping.
An alarm went off and Mistress told me I could release the enema. I pulled of the hood, got the inflator bulbs and headed for the bathroom. That tormenting enema was finally gone after 20 minutes on the toilet. While the enema was evacuating I remembered the keyword for Carlilock.com.
I ran to tell Mistress after I was cleaned up and She had me try the word. It worked, I had the combination to thekey safe.
Mistress sent me to the shower to get cleaned up for the Neosteel removal and proper punishment for my infidelity.
I left you two days ago with very sore muscles from long term strict bondage. My nipples are still raw and I am still locked in my chastity belt. Mistress has determined that since She is now back in control it will come off when She chooses.
Mistress put soothing cream on my tender nipples and put me in bed with my hands handcuffed behind me and my head laced into my leather deprivation hood. There I remained for most of a day. Upon awakening I groped around and found the keys and removed the handcuffs and hood.
I went to the front room and knelt awaiting Mistress. Mistress entered the room and presented me with a shopping list. I looked it over and said nothing. I was to purchase 1 barking dog training collar and one regular dog training collar. I was to get new clover nipple clamps, 2 new handcuffs, a new leg irons, a new collar with "sissy" on it, some new clothes of latex, a new gag and a new butt blug set, one of those with progressive sizes for additional training in a neglected area of my anatomy. If they don't have a set, I am to buy 7 different plugs frrom small to extra large. If any clerk approaches me offering assistance I am to tell them what I am and seek help making my selections. I am also to seek assistance buying other items for my training.
I pushed in the butt plug Mistress ordered me to wear, the largest one I have and it makes me feel so full! I dressed in several layers of shape wear, seamed black thigh high hose, garter belt, my sissy training bra. Over this I wore my jeans, sweatshirt and tennis shoes. My jeans are short enough that the seams from the stockings show between the pant legs and tennis shoes. I pleaded with Mistress not to leave me so expposed. Mistress laughed and told me if I complained one more time I would wear the 44EEE bra and breast forms with sandpaper inserts. I shut up. Mistress ordered me to put on my ribbon corset/waist cincher and lock the laces so it cannot be removed without damaging the corset.
My first stop was the pet store where I purchased the barking dog training collar and the regular dog training collar. I also picked up some large choker chains, 2 leather dog collars and a supply of batteries for the training collars. No one talked to me except the cashier and no one offered to help me make selections. I left the store feeling pretty good as my nylon covered feet slipped around in my tennis shoes.
For the rest of the items I drove 82 miles to a new huge adult store that sold about everything. When I arrived my stomach was full of butterflies. The anticipation of purchasing items to be used for my own punishment, pain, erotic scenes always has me aroused. I could feel the plug in my ass and my sissy clitty was trying to get hard in the chastity belt. The corset made me take shallow breaths and my heart was pounding in my chest.
I got out of the car, put my 10 $100 dollar bills in my pocket and walked into the store. There was one guy checking out, 2 couples browsing and giggling at the videos, clothing and novelties. Several other men were walking around, but for the most part the store was not very busy. There were two guys stocking merchandise and the girl at the checkout. She was in her mid 30s, and quite pleasant looking.
I started in the clothing section to locate what I would purchase. My strategy in these stores is to walk the entire store and locate everything I want to buy and then pick it all up in one quick pass, check out and leave. I was looking at the latex collection, touching it, feeling the cool supple material, imagining how it would feel, how my skin would warm under the latex and how perspiration would make it all slippery on my skin. I was in sensual overload, my clitty throbbing, my breathing heavy, and she said, “it feels very sexy doesn’t it, Hi I’m Amber and I here to offer any assistance you need.”
I turned and there was the girl from check out, and she was asking THE question. My heart stopped, and I stammered “hi Amber. Look, I’m, I, I don’t think”, then I stopped, Mistress had clearly ordered me to respond truthfully. So, I said, “Amber, thanks for asking, I really do need some assistance, is there someplace we can sit and talk?” She said it was time for her lunch break, and we could talk in their little break room.
I followed her after she told one of the guys to watch the register while she eats lunch. We sat down and I had a coke and she started on her sandwich. I handed her the list dictated by Mistress Marie and explained that I was a lowly, inferior sissy slut, slave to Mistress Marie. I explained how my wife became my Mistress and the many decades I was her property, slave and husband. I described how lost I was after Her death and how reading Claudia’s stories helped me to find Mistress Marie deep inside me. I watched her as I talked and she was listening intently.
I finished confessing all and Amber smiled. Loraine, I think I can help you get everything you need. Let me tell you about me. She told me about her childhood on the farm and her 6 brothers. How they would play cowboys and Indians and how she was always the squaw tied tightly to something and groped constantly by her brothers. By the time she left for college she had acquired a desire for bondage, and a desire to pay back some hapless males for her brother’s deeds.
She told how easy it was to find submissive males and she seemed to always have someone to tie up and torment. After several years, nearing graduation she was depressed and her sex life was disappointing. After graduation she went to work and met her husband Ted. They share a deep love and it took years for her husband to ask her to dominate him. They embarked on a new life and she is now his Mistress. They started the adult store business and have been happy ever since.
She asked me what I was wearing and I told her. She was really interested in my Neosteel chastity belt and asked to see it. I removed my shoes, jeans and sweatshirt and showed her why she couldn’t “see” it, but she certainly felt it all over. Mistress Amber felt my butt plug and pushed it so I would know She found it. Nice, she said. My clitty was aching with desire as this Mistress admired my belt.
Get dressed Loraine, it’s time to do some shopping.
In no time we had a pile of all items on the list, carefully selected for quality and value. We selected a latex longline bra with inflatable breasts, latex panties with a butt plug and latex sheath with a small tube at the end. I got one of those latex hoods with the small breathing hole at the mouth, 2 pair of latex hose and a latex garter belt with eight garters. My new gag is one of those leather head harnesses with an inflatable butterfly gag. Mistress Amber also suggested a pair of high heel boots with a 7 inch heel in my size shoe. She also suggested a pair of low boots with a 6 inch heel that locked on with built in combination cylinder locks.
I agreed and bought them all. Mistress Amber picked up several items and led me back to the break room. She locked the door and told me I was going to add these items to my current dress for the ride home. I removed the sweatshirt, jeans and shoes. Mistress Amber asked me to remove the sissy training bra too. My tender nipples still looked sore and She rubbed them and squeezed them and asked what did that. I explained. She took a pair of clover nipple clamps and placing them so they were laying flat against my chest squeezed and pulled each nipple and applied the clamps to my nipples. The chain between the clamps hung in a graceful arc below them. She then put the latex longline bra over my head and positioned it so it was centered and my nipple clamps were held tight to my body. She walked me over to the sink and connected a small hose to the faucet and to the inflator for the bra and filled the bra with water. I now had large heavy tits that were helping torment my nipples. One was hot and one was cold. Mistress Amber picked up the phone and called someone and asked for 2 items by stock number. In a minute or 2 a knock at the door and She opened it and took the garments. One was a latex tunic with breast shapes molded in. The tunic was pulled over my head and my arms slipped through the holes and I looked awesome. The zipper in the back closed and pulled the turtle neck up around my neck. The other item was a latex female mask. It slipped over my head and the zipper pulled from the top to the neck. The zipper from the tunic and the mask were locked together with a small, but secure lock.
Mistress Amber helped me put on a pair of latex hose, which slipped easily over my thigh highs and felt so sexy. The new latex garter belt was added and I was looking good. Mistress Amber left for a minute and returned with a sable colored wig with tight curls which She put on my head. She held a red latex cheerleader skirt for me to step in and helped me adjust it so I looked like a kinky latex slut. The shoes were last, and Mistress Amber dropped a key in each shoe along with the combination to the shoe locks. Mistress Amber handed me a bottle of latex polish and together we shined all the latex. I was so aroused by my image in the mirror, an image of a shiny latex slut.
“I’ll email the combination to you Loraine.” I looked again at the image in the full length mirror and thanked Mistress Amber for all Her help. She said She would email the combination before noon tomorrow and told me that She would love for me to visit with Her and Teresa for some fun.
My street clothes and all my purchases were carried out to my car after the $874.67 was paid. I walked easily in my new shoes after many years of practice. The mask fit so well that almost no vision was blocked and I felt like a new sissy! I watched several people watching me as I got in my car, oh man my nipples really hurt, please send that email Mistress Amber.
The drive home was uneventful and I keep checking my email every 10 minutes or so. Mistress decided I was being obsessive and needed something else to think about until noon tomorrow.
As soon as I am done with this summary of today’s events I am to be secured to the bondage chair watching my favorite DVD which will repeat endlessly. At 11:55 am the power to the magnetic locks will be turned off and I’ll be free to check my email.
Mistress discovered that my penis gag will fit through the mouth opening in my mask, so I’ll have something to suck on! OMG, I have to suffer these nipple clamps another 11 hours!
What a day!
I expected to be to still be bound to my bondage chair for another 3 hours, but an huge thunderstorm just knocked out the power and the magnetic locks released me. It had been a night of struggling in bondage because the heavy water filled bladders in the longline latex bra would sway like real huge tits and the incredible vision of a shiny latex covered slut I saw in the mirror was so arousing. Her tits swinging wildly as she struggled in a useless attempt to escape.
The only problem was those damn nipple clamps, my nipples throbbed, but I couldn't stop making those tits sway, the visual stimulation was awesome. I thought about last night's shopping trip and how happy Mistress was with my purchases and how happy She was that I found a new friend. I shouted into my penis gag. "I love You Mistress Marie, I will do whatever is necessary to please you!"
I am struggling with another problem. My bladder is so full I am getting cramps and I really have to go to the bathroom and empty both tanks! Mistress has made it very clear that I am not to soil my sissy clothes.
I have checked my email several times and finally the email from Mistress Amber is there. I get the combination and kneel begging Mistress to allow me release so I may avoid an accident. Mistress grants permission instructing me to remove everything carefully and lay everything neatly on the bed.
I struggle getting the combination set because the corset and really full bladder make bending to get to the shoe locks very difficult. Finally, I succeed and remove the short boots and retrieve the keys to my tunic and mask lock. I carefully remove everything putting them neatly on the bed. I am naked except for the nippleclamps, butt plug and chastity belt, and covered in perspiration. Once more I kneel and ask Mistress Permission to use the toilet. Her answer is not forthcoming and I know not to ask again, I must wait. As I am kneeling another cramp hits me and I am thankful for the butt plug! Mistress grants permission.
Finally I remove the very soiled butt plug and sit on the toilet and suddenly both ends are emptying at the same time and I feel an incredible sense of relief. After a long time, i finally finished and Mistress instructed me to give myself a good enema, remove the nipple clamps and get cleaned up.
I put 2 prepared enemas in me and held them for 10 minutes and sat back on the toilet. At that time I removed the cloverleaf nipple clamps that had been on my already sore nipples for almost 13 hours. The explosion of intense pain caused me to scream in pain and the enema shot out of me at the same time. I gingerly touched my nipples and they were indeed sore. My ass felt empty and seemd to be begging to be filled.
I cleaned up my butt plug, showered and powdered my sissy body so I was smooth and sweet smelling and walked naked with only my chastity belt into the kitchen. I sat and had breakfast, and realized how hungry I was. This self bondage can really drag out and a sissy can get hungry. I put some pain killing salve on my tortured nipples and made a mental note to beg Mistress to go easy on my poor nipples.
I went to my computer and wrote a thank you to Mistress Amber and infromed Her that if She so desired, I would be happy to visit with Her and Teresa at a time of Her choosing.
I sat back and reflected on the events of the last few days and realized how much I felt energized by finding Mistress Marie buried deep in my psyche, and how my depression was gone, replaced by feelings af satisfaction and sore muscles, and ,oh yes, very sore nipples.
Now where did Mistress Marie go? I wonder when She'll remove this chastity belt.
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Posted on : Oct 1, 2011
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