A VERY long day for this PISS SOAKED whore

Day 06

I awoke this morning and quite naturally entered my routine of unlocking my hand cuffs and setting up the lap top to record my first piss and drink of the day. In my inbox I found a VERY lengthy list of instructions and assignments all of which had to be completed. Some tasks were specifically timed and others not so but all had to be completed. Among one of the instructions was, after savouring my drink I was to use piss on my cereal and eat it on camera. Needless to say the taste was disgusting...the cereal suddenly tasted like rotten vegetables and stank so much that the smell alone was enough to make me gag. I sloshed the flakes around my mouth rather than crunching on them happily like I would if they were served with milk. Now their flavour was unpalatable and the taste lingered long afterwards.

Swallowing slowly the last horrid swampy tasting mouthful I contemplated my situation once more...my Master I knew would desire to see my disgust and discomfort and I felt obliged to show him my upsetting condition in some detail. Obliged by blackmail yes...my paranoia about what he could or might do works against me....instinct would tell me to withdraw from this situation...but now resistance is replaced by a heavy feeling of responsibility to see my Masters instructions through in order to show my respect, gratitude and thanks for all that he has done for me. For many years I fantasised about situations like this but now to have found someone who not only understands them but who is also happily able to make them all a reality. I am filled with a sense of debt to my Master who has helped and forced me to confront my boundaries and limits and move even further into a subjugated state. My Master has delivered me into a sissy prison from which he will not let me escape and all ways ensuring I understand his power over me. I am his truly subjugated sissy bitch and grovel inwardly at the thought of one day being in his presence to extend my gratitude in person...throwing myself to my knees and thanking him for blackmailing me, for controlling and owning me. I was instructed to wear a badge displaying the tag "I LOVE MY BLACKMAIL BOSS"....and of course I do and wear my badge with pride...as much pride as sissy faggot like me can ever hope to have. Every time reality weighs too much and I begin to panic...the only way to keep myself calm is to tell myself that whatever it that's worrying me...an order he has given etc...does not matter the only thing that matters is doing as I am told, obeying instructions and following orders. Today, for example. the neighbours were roaming around their back garden...I had been ordered out there and so I MUST go...record it on camera and send the pics...there could be no excuses or failure...I had to tell myself over and over again...

"This is what you asked for, this is what you wanted, don't moan, don't complain, get on with it and keep him happy"

I was given another line writing exercise to complete to a deadline and the line read "I begged and pleaded to be owned and controlled and now I am a happy sissy faggot". I was ordered to write it out 50 times and then send copies. I am a happy sissy and my Master has made me very happy indeed. I am so grateful to him and for all the humiliations he visits upon me...I am both happy and grateful.

I am a coward and have no courage but I am able to complete my humiliations using the fear of failing to move me on...get me parading out there, cringing and ducking and trying desperately not to be seen which is simply not possible. I have surrendered all control to my Master and that includes any notion of making decisions for myself...my Master makes the decisions and he decides what I do, eat and wear. I am therefore truly thankful for his attentions and feel the most exhilarating thrill of being at his complete mercy. How often and for so long have I dreamt of being trapped like this and now that I am I find it more spell bindingly exciting than I could ever have imagined. All this is made possible by my Master who now has complete control of everything...yes he likes to taunt and torment me about how much I given up to him, how much information I have surrendered, how my boundaries have been broken and that certain doom is just one click away...and yes I ride high on that regret...on that wave of remorse that rushes through me as I panic once more about just what I have done and what I have now become...having him just mention the consequences of disobedience thrills me deeply. This is only possible because my Master has a refined and unique understanding of the uncompromising nature of my total submission. In this way he has been able to step right through my twisted sissy fantasies and ramblings collecting all as he went and then delivering them to me in such a way as to make my tiny sissy clit...as imprisoned and crushed as it is....twitch and jump with sheer sissy joy.

At 6.00pm I was ordered to suck on a pair of well used knickers that I had previously purchased online from some lady who makes a living from selling used undies to wimps like me. They tasted utterly foul and wretched...like anchovy oil from a tin that's been sat out all day in the sun...along with a bitter vinegar taste that wreaked of of stale urine. I stuffed then into my mouth and gagged on them for nearly a minute before continuing to lick and suck them. The taste could only have originated in the steaming vagina of a woman with very deliberately poor personal hygiene and although over powering at times it reminded me of my heterosexual days and escapades which are no strictly forbidden. I became remorseful as I slid my tongue along the gusset that I might never taste the scent of a real woman any other way from now on and maybe I should have tried harder to be a normal heterosexual male and had more heterosexual sex when I had the chance before disappearing down the long road to sissy submission. Now women are forbidden, sex is forbidden unless it's to use my mouth and ass on cock. I can suck, I can be fucked but that is the extent of my sex life...orgasms are few and masturbation impossible all thanks to my Master who insists I get exactly what a sissy faggot like me deserves. Tonight I was treated to a rare privilege of being instructed to release my clit and stroke it...strictly no ejaculation...but I was still able to nurse my poor sissy clit to a very stiff state.

I was also instructed to log in to a chat room and discuss my situation with others. Sadly hat rooms appear to be full of people who don't really want to chat at all...so sadly no luck there. But I did as ordered which I told myself was the best and most effective thing to do. My submission was now almost instinctive and I followed his instructions carefully and methodically guided by the fear inspired by his power over me. Like some giant monolith his supreme authority towered over me consuming me and imprisoning me in its shadow. Oh the helpless rush of sissy when her phone bleeps or inbox buzzes with words of degradation and orders for humiliation that she cannot ignore at any cost.

The fear has guided me all week allowing me to become the sissy slave I crave. Imagine how hot I can get when I sense my Master might be upset with me and then asserts his grip around my sissy life..."just one click away".

I thank my Master for his honesty when we first met and that he now blackmails me into sissified submission beyond my wildest dreams.