The second installment from my pathetic BITCH slave

DAY 02

I thought my busy day could not get any busier till I got home. My Master had already ordered me to have my cock caged, ass plugged and knickers on (tight black satin panties, very full and very pretty). When home I was ordered out of my ‘pretend' male clothing and into something befitting my sissy faggot status and like a good sissy girl I obliged. I wore a pink satin blouse with lacy ruffles, a high collar and tight lacy cuffs, a short pink skirt, black nylon hose, red high heels (5 inch) with cruelly tight ankle straps, a modicum of make-up, jewellery and black fishnet gloves. Once ready I reported to my Master who immediately ordered me to swap the bung I was currently wearing for my larger vibrating one and then as a special relaxing ‘treat', he commanded that I go sit in my back garden and enjoy a nice cold drink. My back garden is small and well overlooked by the neighbours who can easily see into it from their windows or across the fences and wall.

The garden is a theatre of humiliation for me...when I previously had dressed, during one of my many solo games, I would often dare myself out there and feel the thrill of being so terribly exposed. Now when my Master orders me out there....I have to go...no excuses and no negotiation ...so when I received the order to parade out there...in the broad daylight of the late afternoon....I almost broke down in tears. I HAD to obey and so with my large vibrating bung at the ready I mournfully began the process of removing the smaller bung and inserting the larger one with terrible apprehension and anxiety. The smaller bung slipped out no trouble at all but getting the bigger...substantially bigger in length and width...took time and I had to fuck myself with it.

Standing in the bathroom I fucked my ass feeling dejected, depraved and doomed....I sighed heavily with each thrust inside me and allowed a few tears to trickle down my cheek as I watched myself in the bathroom mirror as I fucked myself with my knickers and hose puled down carefully to my knees...my pretty panties all silky and shiny...my ass crammed with this unstoppable bung knowing that soon I would have to pull up my knickers and make myself look pretty and presentable for an unholy shameful outing into my garden.

Finally I got the bung inside and thrust up into my sissy hole until it sat tightly in there. I then pulled up my tights and knickers and then with a very heavy heart began my preparations for leaving the relative safety of my house. My Master demands pics of everything I do so I had to set up the lap top on the patio table, and the camera and tripod with self-timer ready to go. When at last I was ready I minced out into the garden looking like a bizarre pink satin faggot. There is nowhere to hide in my garden at the very best of times but today, in daylight and dressed all in lurid pink I felt doubly self-conscious. My sissy cunt gripped the bung all so very tightly as I seated myself at the patio table, my hand bag swinging and my wrists completely limp. The sense of having NO CHOICE but to do this alongside the incredibly high risk of being seen made my cock cage work overtime. I cringed and grimaced and tried to look my sissy best in order to produce pictures of excellent quality that my Master would approve of. Before I left the house I texted my Master and was not allowed to return until he texted back. It was a shocking and fully horrendous ordeal. The bung in my ass is wirelessly remote controlled and I set it on a random sequence of speeds...not so much for my pleasure, but more to stretch my sissy hole so as to better accommodate its girth and length. I sat sucking lemonade from a glass bottle with a pink straw and tried not allow myself to complete dissolve into a panic strewn hysterical fit. 

My eyes darted from window to window, my heart thumping so loud with crazed apprehension. Finally, and much to my relief, my Master texted me and allowed me to go back inside. Picking up my hand bag I minced back in doors almost tearful with humiliation. I had to then bring everything else back inside including the lap top and camera etc. My ridiculous pink outfit seemed to impress my Master and he remarked that my outfit made me look like a proper sissy faggot.

My instructions for that evening where to produce three confessional videos addressed specifically to three of the woman listed on my blackmail contact list. All the women on that list despise me and the three that I chose most especially so.  Each video was approximately 10 minutes long and very painful to to do. Dressed in my sissy pink finest I told each unfortunate woman how I was a sissy transvestite, with a fetish for ‘blackmail', a desire for total humiliation and a yearning...an unstoppable yearning...to be dominated and cruelly controlled by another man. I explained in some detail how I craved cock, drank piss and longed to be another mans...a real mans....fuck toy and humiliation puppet....subject to his complete authority and serving his every whim and desire as a slave, servant and slut.

Whilst performing this horribly shameful task my Master ordered me to complete an additional one and I was instructed to remove the large vibrating bung that whirred away in my sissy hole and then, on camera, insert the black rubber cock head f my dildo gag. This I did, explaining the whole process as I went along...the black rubber cock head sat neatly in my sissy cunt  for some time before...as per instruction...I removed it and then used the dildo gag in its more conventional and intended way. The black rubber cock head stank of lube, sweat and most of all of shit and ass. With a grimace I plugged my mouth and buckled the gag tightly into position behind my head. The taste and smell were truly disgusting and gagged repeatedly. My Master rejoiced at having forced me to break my taboo with regards scat...here I was now...a shit licking, ass sucking sissy whore completely at his command.

With almost every text he reminded me that ruination was just but one click away....that exposure and total destruction lay but just one click away. My earlier adventure outside had made me realise that I truly had little choice but to obey my Masters EVERY instruction...it was marginally better to risk being seen by the neighbours than to be revealed to any of the women on the blackmail contact list which I had so readily...and in hind sight stupidly...supplied him with. I have no options now and have placed myself in an irreversible and irrevocable situation from which he...my Master...has no intention of allowing me to escape from.

So delighted was he with my sissy efforts with regards the gag that my Master allowed me to savour a special sissy treat. I was not just to drink a full glass of my own piss but also allowed t take off my chastity cage and wank my pathetic sissy clit to orgasm....capturing the whole sordid event on camera for his amusement. The spunk...useless, seedless, sissy watery slime had to go directly into the glass and I then consumed the lot, sucking it down through a pink straw. With that done my Master ordered me into sissy night attire...my sissy cock relocked into its cage and bung reinserted. In addition I was ordered to wear handcuffs for sleeping and so went to be...thrilled, dejected, apprehensive and almost doubled up with the weight of his total control resting so heavily upon me. My Master had declared that I had performed well today but tomorrow is"another day".