My PISS DRINKING faggot knows no SHAME...a total loser and I am so happy to have enslaved her pathetic sissy ass

Day 5

I awoke late again this morning...9.00am to be precise...half an hour later than yesterday. I usually have to be fully alert by 7.00am to receive my Masters requests but he had a very busy and late night last night so while he rested I set about my duties like a good sissy girl. Firstly I drank down my first piss of the day as is now customary and filmed and posted the event. I had a small bowl of cereal as I was not feeling hungry at all. In accustoming one's self with the almost permanent sensations of fear and excitement a sissy like me is expected to lose her appetite and my diet this week has been sufficient but frugal. I recall meeting a Dom in chat room some time ago who wanted to see me eat a variety of foods on camera. His suggestions were cat food, banana and hotdog. I was expected to garnish all three with spunk and with regards the banana and hot dog...I was expected to insert them into my anus first before applying the dressing. Food fetishism has never appealed to me as I am far too much of a pristine bimbo slut to be getting involved in ‘splosh' activities. For various reason this particular menu went no further than just chat but I was still left entertained by the idea. I once read a ‘sissy story' about an unfortunate sissy cuckold who was taken on a ‘picnic' by his wife and her lover. He wore lingerie under his male clothing and was allowed to sit at very public picnic table with lots of other people around. He did, however, have to eat from an ashtray (fag buts and chewing gum) and then later was taken off to the woods, stripped to his lingerie (his male clothing taken away and hid from him) and ass whipped with birch, hazel wands and then lover's belt. Nettles were then applied to his ass and his tight blue balls. Finally his wife's lover fucks his face then his ass while she laughs. Finally they leash him to a tree using chain and a combination padlock and leave him there. Mercifully he is left a mobile phone...they text him eventually revealing the code for the padlock and then tell him where they have hidden his male clothing. He had to take a bus home...and they had written on his light coloured trousers with indelible black pen the words ‘sissy faggot' in large letters. Needless to say his journey home was an ordeal.

My Master has often made eat my own spunk and drink my own piss and has treated me to his own and much more appealing form of ‘splosh'...that being a thick glassy, slimy and slippery coating of spunk across my whole face...a ‘cum mask' if you will to be worn by a sissy faggot like me in order to both publically display myself as a hopeless but not entirely useless faggot queer and further underline the helpless nature of my situation. My Master has ingeniously devised every humiliation so as to educate as well as thrill and the more of his orders I follow the more submissive and compliant I become. Indeed this week he ordered me past a particular boundaries with regards what goes in my mouth.

I was ordered to insert the black rubber cockhead of my dildo gag into my ass and then having pushed it up there and thoroughly fucked my sissy hole with it I was instructed to wear the gag for its intended purpose. Pushing it my sissy cunt I felt utterly dejected and oppressed...I knew that that the cock head would be covered quite handsomely by the goo in my ass and hated the thought of having to taste it. But I felt critically obliged and had to keep telling myself that this was necessary, there was no alternative and no option to do anything else. Once again I felt my heart sink a little further as I realised that having set all this in motion it was now impossible to stop...I felt as though I was trapped on a roller coaster that never stops and just keeps going making every thrill more intense. I writhed on the cock head and sucked deep into my greedy sissy cunt making sure it got a good layer of whatever disgusting concoction had formed in my cunt.

Buckling the gag tightly around my head there was no way of avoiding tasting, smelling, chewing and swallowing the smeared shit, lubricant and assorted stinking goo. A heavy irrepressible stench of rotting mushrooms, spiced with foul nasty excrement...a strange metallic taste developed in my mouth...like copper or old brass but much more vibrant, wet and totally disgusting. I gagged and choked down the sissy cunt slime, with every gulp its taste worsening. This hot, swampy, nasty slop really did make me gag but also reminded me the power my Master exerts over me and that no matter what I must now obey.

This strange cycle of terror and excitement stems from an incident during my teenage years when I was first learning to dress as a sissy girl. I stayed at an aunt's house (and I don't mean sound cliché but this is how most fantasies start!). She was a very leggy woman with a taste for tight satin skirts and frilly blouses...it was the 80's and that kind of thing was acceptable...wish it was now! To cut a long story short, one day while she was out I went to her room and dressed in her lingerie (knickers and silky tights) skirt blouse and make up and ankle strap heels...no wig in those days. I decided to tie myself to her bed using old pairs of tights from the bin. I tied my ankles as wide apart as the skirt would let me and then fatefully decided to use slip knots on my wrists...but with a pair of scissors just within reach on the bedside table. I then lay back spread my arms and slipped my wrists into the slip knot loops on the bed posts. I pulled the loops and they closed around my wrists and once tight I began wriggling around, squirming on her bed, working myself up with all kinds of submissive and sexual notions. I writhed and fantasised for half an hour and then reached for the scissors with my right hand. In reaching for them the slip knot around my wrist tightened dramatically and yes you've guest it I dropped the all-important scissors.

To make matters worse my hands began to tingle and then go slightly numb. I began to panic. I rolled around trying to free both wrists but nothing worked. My panic was now so extreme and I can still feel it. I began to cry and then as I wriggled the knot holding my left ankle miraculously failed. Slowly...painfully slowly I worked my hips so the skirt rode up my silk nylon legs and I was able ....not without difficulty to throw my left leg over myself and managed to position the pointed heel of my stiletto into the very fabric of the nylon stocking that held my left wrist so very secure. I then had to work the heel so that it ripped the stocking. These exertions combined with my sense of panic and haste caused me to actually wank myself as my left thigh rode over my clit. The silky knickers I wore facilitated the motion...but the pencil skirt slowed things down...my urgency seemed to work against me and before too long I was consumed with a self-induced auto-orgasm the like of which I had never known. The pleasure was excruciating but wonderful. I was stuck not just in lingerie and bondage but now totally paralysed with an ecstatic shock that seemed to last for hours....in fact it was nearly 30 mins later that I was actually able to move myself properly again...and I was still spurting watery sissy cum with every jab of my sharp heel into my bondage. I did finally get free and got cleaned up before she arrived home.

The fear of being caught...the terror of being so completely utterly helpless has driven all my fantasies since and now here I am the owned property of my Master...blackmailed, stuck, trapped and captured. Placed into the custody of my Master to begin my long sentence for all my weaknesses and flaws for which I must now be held accountable.

I received a text from my Master ordering the spanking machine to be demonstrated again tonight...this time with crop and cane...I am truly dreading it....but videoing myself being beaten and suffering the stripes on my ass pales against the possibility of him ever seeing fit to expose me...part of the thrill of blackmail is knowing your owned and there's NO CHOICE. Knowing that there is no longer any thing I can say or do about my own situation...knowing that it's either this or ruination...makes my cock cage feel VERY tight indeed. Oh yes...and the more I regret and allow myself a pitiful mournful sob at being such a stupid irresponsible sissy....the more that cock cage has to work...indeed it works overtime with every sorrowful heart aching second.

I set up my spanking machine and began my punishment videos of receiving a total thrashing with the crop and the cane. Having received the crop yesterday I was very fearful as I put it back into the device and clamped it the jaws thoroughly. The agony was greater than I imagined and I danced under its relentless cutting swipes which striped my sissy ass flesh like a scorching ray of light. Each cut of the crop seemed to get hotter until it almost felt that the powerful welts being developed across my rump were no be cauterised by this unending and unstoppable beating. I foolishly believed I had received the worst until I attached the can for another automated spanking. The cane burned like it was electrified and each whippy snap made me scream. I began crying almost straight away but had to endure strike after strike until I could barely speak and my face was running with tears and snot. My mind was exploding with heat and pain so it was no surprise when white spots began to burn in my retinas...like looking at a light bulb for too long and so I had to bite down on the chair back and close my eyes just keep myself from passing out. Each whippy snapping strike got sizably more painful than the last and when it was finally over I could do little but crawl and whimper.

Even though my Master has not been so busy with me (because he has had much more important things to do) I am still subject to his rule and revel in the fact he has such a hold of me. Tomorrow may see a return to his usual barrage of texts and instructions designed to keep a sissy both busy and pleasing to my Master. I have been ordered to sleep with bung in place and as my sissy hole will be punished tomorrow. My hole is hot and my ass flesh burning and sore from its beatings...my body is weary but wonderfully weak....my mind is in a liquid state of flux and all sense of rationale and reason have been completely eradicated. Indeed these senses have been replaced with a one of delicious reluctant.feelings of resignation. Just like I have never been into 'splosh' with food or scat (the taste of shit...yuk) o I have never been into ‘sissy hypnosis' etc preferring mind games with a certain amount of risk...'truth or dare'...kind of thing. Such ‘games' seem now to have actually resulted in a trance like state. I do now find myself almost instinctively flouncing and mincing about wishing my Master could see me as I move and behave like a good sissy girl. There are now times when I feel like I staring down at myself and watching me perform as a good sissy should. Such things are hard to explain but hopefully it will all make sense soon...what is clear is that my Master has established a very firm grip of my mind and tomorrow he will doubtless flex his authority so that I might further fall within his trance.