These first few blog postings are an account of my OWEN faggots slave experience when she had to do 24/7 submission for a whole week. I took the time to really put this stupid fucking bitch through her sissy paces. This is just the start...this BITCH is MINE.

 Here is the first installment of my sissy faggots week under my FULL control, this has been written by here and her alone

Monday 06/06/2016

DAY 1

This is the first of many entries into a weeklong journal of my sissy performance as a slave and sissy faggot that is the property of Master Dan aka the BLACKMAIL_BOSS. My name is Miss Paula Cocksilk and all my life I have craved for forced feminization, forced chastity and forced homosexuality. I have finally found a Master who understands my need to be controlled, humiliated and given NO CHOICE so that I might best serve the needs and wants of a real man as befits a sissy faggot like me.

It began with a game I devised that would see me enslaved for a week of sissy dressing and submission but it ended with me now under permanent control and subject to the pleasures of my Master for as long as he sees fit. He has all the personal information he needs to absolutely destroy me. I would be left unemployed, socially ostracised and inevitably homeless. My reputation and everything that once made up my life before is completely at risk and can destroyed with a single click of a button. Yes it gets my heart racing, yes it excites me and arouses my sissy clit, my puny irrelevant sissy cock becomes very tight in its plastic prison....but the regret, remorse and painful reality of being so imprisoned puts me on a merry go round of excitement and fear that never ends.

This morning I was ordered to lock up my clit and go to work in lingerie. When Master cannot be present he can easily overtake my life through all the means of social media in order to make sure I am under his TOTAL control. Just one threat of exposure is enough for me to feel that horrid sinking feeling suddenly then replaced by explosive thrills of really and truly having NO CHOICE. His control is beyond all question and I NEVER allowed to forget it.

He sent me texts throughout the day demanding pics and delivering orders for assignments which MUST be completed with specific time frames. Yes it is difficult and yes it can be both physically and emotionally uncomfortable to find one's self cowering before a man who has all the power in the world to ruin me unless I submit myself to his unrelenting regime of embarrassment and abject humiliation. It's all hard to accept for me...I have deliberately pushed myself into this situation and now I must face up to what I have done...but the regret is still too painful to dwell on so, like a good Bimbo, I clear my mind and follow his orders without question. So when ordered to insert the bung into my ass before I left work I did so and observed the order not to piss after 2.00pm.

This evening on arrival home from work I was required to make two videos. One by means of an introduction, giving out yet more personal information while I stripped from my pretend man clothes revealing my lingerie beneath....white satin control panties, black panty girdle with suspenders and black stockings and black bra. I confessed to craving this humiliation and to being a depraved sissy slut, caught out, trapped, enslaved and made to be Master Dan's personal sissy faggot. The second video saw me having to present myself in my lingerie and then, before the camera, made to piss my panties after which I was ordered to remove them and suck them dry. They were disgusting, my caffeine rich piss wreaked and the asparagus I had for supper the previous evening now made my panties taste like toxic waste. My Master controls exactly when, where and how I piss and I am obliged to drink my own piss EVERY day. 

In addition to these videos, on which I was graded like a first year School Girl, I was then ordered to don a blouse and skirt and heels and wig and set about my chores. Chores MUST be completed alongside a line writing exercise which had also to be written to a deadline. 

Punishment lines, the typical school girl form of chastisement, must be written in pink in a pink exercise book then scanned and sent. This represents not just a mode of necessary discipline but also a means of ‘brain washing' and acts as part of the programme learning course through which my mind is moulded so as to become uncontrollably and subconsciously more of a sissy. Since I can offer no resistance to his authority without facing utter ruination, my sense of resistance is easy to minimize allowing my sense of reason and reality to become cocooned in his devious web of behaviour modification. Sometimes I feel like a prisoner in my own skin...I stand before the mirror and don't recognise my reflection, I become appalled by my own submission and tremble inside myself with horror at the world crushing gravity of my situation. Like the man in the iron mask I stare out from behind this unyielding and permanently fixed façade unable to escape my tormentors.

During the course of the evening I received further instructions such as to piss into a glass then consume its contents or insert/re-insert one of my bungs (not the largest...not yet!!) etc. All of this was documented and now resides in his growing archive of damaging material with which to use against me. There's no escape from this, I cannot object or try to worm my way out of this situation and he will NOT discuss the matter beyond that of reminding me continually that he is now in complete control of everything I do and that disobedience of any kind will NOT be tolerated. Yes sometimes I could cry but that only causes me to become even more aroused and electrified with excitement.

As a reward for providing adequate service and amusement I was allowed to uncage my cock and stroke it for a while but strictly no ejaculation permitted. After a suitable period of pleasure I was ordered to re-cage my cock and go to bed. Having worn lingerie all day then dressed full enfemme all night I was finally excused duties and sent to bed in a black satin baby doll, panties (bung deep inside me), stockings, panty girdle and bra. Lying on the bed I shivered....but there was no breeze or chill...it was just me lost in my own sissy trance and wondering just how much more depraved would my situation get in the next few days.