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Joanna's Diary by Miss Joanna Nicholls Part One: Let me introduce myself. My name is Joanna. My mistress has ordered me to write this story. I am sitting at my computer wearing my best secretary's clothes; a long sleeved white blouse and a very short black skirt. The skirt is so short it keeps riding up and exposing the tops of my black stockings. My feet are buckled into 4-inch high stilettos. I am shackled to my desk by a chain which goes around the leg of the desk, then around my ankle. I am kept strictly under control by my mistress, Karen and have to do exactly as instructed at all times or I am punished. I suppose I had better start by describing how I became a submissive TV maid. Although I have been cross-dressing for many years now, my wife had never taken much of an active role in any way connected with cross-dressing. But she started reading some of my Dom/Sub magazines that she found in my wardrobe and all that began to change. It all started on my birthday last year. I wasn't working on that day and was hoping for the chance to wear some pretty clothes. Karen woke me at 7.30 that morning and told me that she had a special treat for my birthday. She added that I was to do anything she asked without question or the treat would be cancelled. I agreed. I was instructed to run myself a bath. As I lay in the warm bubbly water, Karen entered and told me to stand up. I did so. Then to my surprise she started to shave every hair off my body from my neck down to my feet. Once completely hairless I dried off and Karen dusted me down with perfumed talc. I thought I was dreaming, as this was totally out of character for her. Next I was handed a pair of ten-denier tights and a satin body to put on, then a T-shirt and jeans, as a shopping trip was next. Once in the town centre, I was instructed to choose some pretty underwear and outfits for myself, and Karen would advise me on my choice. After four hours had passed, and a lot of money was spent, we headed home. Once there, I was instructed to have a really close shave and then I would find some clothes laid out on the bed for me. From the many things I had purchased earlier, Karen had chosen a pink satin bra and knickers with matching suspender belt and black sheer stockings. I padded my bra with two water-filled balloons. As I stood, looking at myself in my undies, Karen entered the room and told me to sit down while she did my face. First my eyebrows were plucked into a neater shape, then I was given a complete make-up job. When Karen was satisfied with her work I was handed a black mini skirt and a white long sleeved blouse to put on, both of which I had bought earlier. I was then instructed to put on my long blonde wig and a pair of black court shoes and, when I was ready, to present myself for final inspection. As I stood in front of Karen, she started taking photographs of me, asking me to stand in various poses. After 36 photos, I was then told that I would have to sign a contract or the photos would be posted to all my friends and my secret would be out. I signed my life away that day, as the contract forbade me from ever wearing male undies again and forced me to do all the household chores, not that I'm complaining as I'm not allowed to do that either. I thought I would show you how strict Karen is. This is my first punishment. I was a little lazy with the housework and forgot to dust the tops of the doors. On the Saturday after my lapse I was instructed to use my hair-removing cream to make sure that my arms, legs and chest were completely hair-free. When I had done this, I had to present myself for inspection. When Karen was happy that I was hairless, I was instructed to paint my fingernails and toenails with bright red nail polish, three coats in all. This done, I was to dress as instructed, with Karen sitting, watching my every move, deciding on each separate item of clothing. She began with red bra and knickers, then my red suspender belt and a pair of sheer black stockings. I was then advised to pad out my bra and sit while Karen did my face and hair. My hair is quite long now, and normally kept in a ponytail, but on this particular day, Karen styled it for me with curling tongs and mousse to get the desired effect. While my face was being done, I had to sit with my back to the mirror and keep my eyes closed except for when my mascara and eyeliner was being applied. When Karen had finally finished, I tried to peek in the mirror to see her handiwork, but a towel was covering the mirror. Anyway, next I was handed a red chiffon blouse and a black skirt, with a long split front and back, to put on. Then some large hoop earrings, a pair of black court shoes and four gold chain necklaces, a gold chain-bracelet and a gold ankle-chain. As I stood in front of Karen, she looked me over carefully and decided that I should undo another button on my blouse. When she was finally happy I looked as she wanted, the towel was removed. I was shocked, to say the least. I looked like a tart with my red lipstick and dark eyes. "Now then" announced Karen, "we are going for a drink." I was horrified; I had never been to a pub dressed before and started to voice my fears. Karen reminded me this was a punishment and, in any case, we were going to a club. The taxi arrived, I was handed my handbag and off we went. At the club it was really busy and no-one seemed to notice the tarty-looking blonde was really a bloke. After a few glasses of wine, I began to relax and even got up to dance with Karen, something I rarely did when I was Mister Macho. My next panic attack was soon to follow, though. A couple of guys came over pestering us for a dance. Karen just laughed and took my hand, leading me towards the ladies toilets. I needed to have a pee anyway and the gents' just didn't seem in keeping with my outfit that evening. Karen whispered to me "Don't forget to sit down to wee." As we were standing in front of the mirror, fixing our make-up, two more ladies came in ad, looking at me, one said to the other "what a slut". Karen was quick to reply with "Yes, she is isn't she?" and made for the door, leaving me fumbling with my handbag trying to put my make-up away. When I left the toilet, I couldn't find Karen straight away, but after what seemed like ages, I spotted her at the bar talking to the blokes who had been trying to dance with us earlier. I stood well back, trying to attract Karen's attention. The two ladies from the toilet had appeared with a few of their friends and were pointing at me and making some very unladylike gestures. It would seem that they didn't like a tart in competition with them for the available guys. They need not have worried though. I don't think there was a guy interested in what was in my panties. At last, Karen returned and said we were leaving. I was relieved when we arrived home. Karen ordered me to go up to the bedroom, remove my top clothes and get on the bed and wait for her. Five minutes later, she entered the room. Slowly she removed her clothes, and had a look of satisfaction when she saw my erection growing in my silky panties. She sat astride my face and ordered me to lick her out. I began to vigorously lick and suck her clitoris. Her hand grasped my head and pushed my face deeper into her cunt. I could feel her buck as she orgasmed. She climbed off and told me to turn over. She fastened a pair of handcuffs around my wrists and attached a spreader bar between my legs and fastened my straps. I felt helpless, just lying there. She told me that the guys in the bar were interested in both of us but that she said that we were married and our husbands were at home. She got their phone number off them saying that Joanna, her friend, really fancied one of them and the next chance she got of getting out without the husbands we would give them a ring and arrange a date. Then came the stern warning that next time I slipped with the housework she would ring them up and invite them round some time. She said it was about time I lost my 'virginity' and that perhaps she had better try and see if I could accommodate a cock. With that she walked away and got something out of one of her drawers. I couldn't see what it was. I then felt something cold, greasing my anus. She then entered me with a dildo. I felt a stab of pain, and then a warm sensation. I groaned aloud as she fucked me. It didn't take too many strokes before she had another orgasm. My cock was aching to come. She climbed off me and warned me once more that next time, it would be a real cock and I would have to lick and suck it, like the slut I am. Once she had dressed, she removed my restraints and said that I had ten minutes to relieve my throbbing cock, clean myself up and make her a cup of tea. I promised that I would obey her, and would not slip up again. I have no desire to see if she will carry out her threat, as these days I just don't know what she will do next just to see me squirm. This not only gives her great pleasure, but also acts as a constant reminder as to who wears the trousers in our house, and who wears the apron. Part Two: I wrote a while back about my mistress, Karen, and how she has turned me into a submissive TV slut. I am not allowed to wear male undies at home, and have to do all the housework in whatever outfits she sees fit. I have a large collection of maid's outfits now, as well as lots of sexy undies. Recently she has become increasingly dominant and regularly fucks me with a strap-on dildo. She said that it was in preparation to get me ready to lose my cherry to a real man. I became increasingly worried by the thought of this, but deep down, the thought of it also excited me. Well, the other day, I was doing the washing up. I was wearing my hot pink rubber dress and a pair of see-through plastic pumps with four-inch heels. Underneath, I was wearing a black basque, the lace of which has been replaced by a length of chain. This is locked in place with another padlock. I had a long blonde wig on. This was not the most practical thing to be wearing to do the housework in, but I am not in a position to argue. Anyway, Mistress Karen came in to the kitchen. As required, I immediately curtsied to her. "Listen slut" she said, "tonight you are going to visit a friend of mine. You are to be his maid for the night. You may be expected to perform certain.......tasks... as well." I looked worried and was about to question this, but Mistress Karen warned me that I must obey her totally. She would be talking to her friend in the morning and that if he was not satisfied with my behaviour then she would make life very difficult for me. I gulped, I knew what humiliations she could inflict on me if I refused. Later that day, I was dressed in my male clothes. Karen had told me what clothes to pack and handed me a bag of cosmetics. We than got in the car and she drove me across town. As we arrived, she reminded me. "Remember, satisfy him or life will become extremely difficult." I took a deep breath and knocked on his door. Peter opened the door and I was pleasantly surprised by his appearance. He was very tall, with greying hair and a neat moustache, wearing jeans and a shirt which showed off his muscular physique. We exchanged pleasantries, then he took me to a room where I could change from man to woman. I was anxious about another man seeing me dressed, but remembered what Mistress Karen had warned me. I was well prepared, and had already shaved off all my body hair. I slipped on sheer black stockings and a tiny lace suspender belt to start. Silky black French knickers followed, then tight black corset to pinch a few more inches from my waist. padded my matching black bra with water-filled balloons, which gave me a delightful feminine shape. I pulled on a short, white, lace-trimmed underskirt, then a white satin blouse. This was followed by a short black miniskirt, which had a delicate gold chain decoration on the front. To complete the outfit, I tied a broad black belt around my waist and slipped on a pair of court shoes with a four-inch heel. I am only five foot seven in height, and these shoes really showed off my shapely, shaven legs. Next came a long brown wig , and a complete make-up job. I donned foundation, then blusher, pale blue eye shadow, black eyeliner, mascara and deep red lipstick. A quick spray of perfume and I was ready. I called out Peter's name and he opened the door. To my surprise, he was completely nude, apart from leather straps around his large, erect penis. He looked me in the eyes, and must admit I was completely in his power from that moment. He quickly attached a collar and leash around my neck and dragged me through to his kitchen where he produced a white frilly apron and ordered me to put it on. I was told to call him 'master' at all times -- he, in turn, referred to me as 'slut', 'bitch', 'tart' and 'whore'. With a slap to my bottom, he ordered me to prepare drinks and loosened the collar from around my neck. A few minutes later, the frilly apron tied in a large bow around my waist, brought the drinks through to his living room. Peter ordered me on to my knees and told me to suck his cock as he sipped his drink. I was hesitant, but I knew that I could only obey. I slowly licked his seven-inch dick, which was still clad in the leather thongs. Although I had never done it before, it felt so natural to be on my knees sucking cock. I was amazed that I could feel my own erection growing in my silky French knickers and made the mistake of removing my hand from his thigh to stroke it. He quickly slapped me across my arse and said I would have to be punished for this gross misdemeanour. He ordered me to bend across a chair in the living room with my arse in the air. He pulled up my miniskirt and slip, then wrenched down my knickers to expose my bum. He told me what a slut I looked. I was shivering in anticipation of what would happen next. Then I felt his bare hand slap across my arse, leaving it stinging and tender. The slaps continued, ten in all, before I cried out. To stop my cries, he picked up a cloth and gagged me, then continued with my punishment. His hand must have been sore after another ten slaps -- I know my bare bottom was very tender and raw. Peter removed my gag and told me to be silent and remain in position. Then I felt something cold against my bum and realised he was 'greasing' me with KY Jelly. I felt his fingers probing the way, and moaned in pleasure. Then I felt something else; he had shoved a large vibrator in my rear. With his free hand caressing my thighs, then my padded breasts, he shoved the vibrator in and out, before grasping my erect cock and wanking me slowly. I was about to come, when he slipped the vibrator out of my bum and pulled me around. I was told to remove the thongs from his thick cock and kiss it gently. He then told me to put condom on him. I did as I was told then applied KY to his erect organ. All this time, he played with my tits and gently stroked my hair. Then he was ready. I turned over again and he thrust into me. I could feel him so well as his hands gripped my arse, then moved on to my back hanging on to my shoulders, then my corseted waist. It was a delicious fuck and after five minutes I could feel him reach an incredible orgasm. By this time, I was almost screaming in desperation -- my cock was ready to explode, but he refused to touch it Instead, he ordered me to sit on a chair and play with myself as he watched but I was under strict instructions not to come. He made me caress my balls play with my breasts and stroke my cock until I was ready to burst. Then Peter left the room to come back with, of all things, a dog bowl, filled with what looked like dog food. I was horrified when he ordered me to shoot my load on to the dog food and then eat it. But by this time, I was so completely under his control, I could only obey. Once again, I lifted my skirt, slip and apron and grasped my aching cock. Within seconds, I had come into the dog dish. 'Now, slut, lick it up,' said Peter, and thrust my face into the bowl. It was disgusting, but I must admit to a real sexual thrill from the act. My erection remained intact throughout. It must have done something for Peter, too. He was erect again. The degradation and humiliation continued throughout the night. Once again I was spanked, then gagged and tied as he teased me. Peter took quite a few photographs of me in various positions 'to prove to your mistress that you have been serving me well'. Later, he made me dress up in some of his wife's clothing -- a very pretty full-length blue slip, and a smart red floral dress. The apron was tied in place again and I was made to tidy the house, wash the dishes and dust the shelves as he played with me, rubbing his hands over my arse, waist and cock. I never did get to drink the glass of wine I poured. He fucked me one more time before we retired to bed, and told me that as I had been a good girl, I could slip into a sexy negligee (still wearing stockings, suspenders, knickers, corset and bra) and join him under the covers. There he made me suck him to a third orgasm, while wanking myself off. He made me sleep between his legs. I was a happy and contented girl as I drifted off. We had time for one more orgasm each that morning before I left. Breakfast was served in the dog bowl for me, but at least it was corn flakes this time. He made me eat on all fours as he stood above me, holding the leash and occasionally spanking my behind. Mistress Karen has ordered me to write this down before I forget anything. I am writing this with my basque locked in place, wearing pink knickers that seem a size too small, black seamed stockings and my shoes locked in place with a chain preventing me from leaving the room. My mistress has told me of some of the many plans she has in store for her feminised servant. She wants me to be ringed and pierced through my ears and nipples and has even hinted that she might order me to begin taking hormones to increase my bust. I am increasingly wishing could live my life as a submissive female -- so who knows? Perhaps by the time I next write could have a lovely pair of tits! Mistress Karen has told me that Peter will be coming here next week. I look forward to cooking him a beautiful meal and serving it in my maid's uniform. She said that Peter thought that I was a great little cocksucker and that it was a pleasure to take my cherry. I am sure that I will write again to tell you about our next meeting. Part Three: In my earlier instalments, I told how my wife Karen became my dominant mistress and how I became her feminised submissive maid. Mistress Karen then ordered me to 'service' a male friend of hers called Peter. I lost my 'virginity' to him that night and have felt his rigid cock inside me many times since then. It feels good to know that I can give a man such pleasure. Since then, Mistress Karen and Master Peter have taken great delight in putting their maid to good use. Mistress Karen has become more and more dominant. During her menstrual period, she ensures that I too suffer. At first, she would insert a tampon in my anus. I would keep it there all for 24 hours then change it. I wore one constantly until her own flow had stopped. Last time she came in with a pair of rubber pants with an anal sheath so that a dildo could be inserted. She locked my wrists to my collar, put a bag over my head and made me kneel over the end of the bed. I could feel her lubricating my rear, so I had some indication of what was going to happen. The pants were pulled up my legs until the sheath was nuzzling my rear, then I could feel the hardness of the dildo as she inserted in deep into me. When it was almost all in she pulled my pants high and tight. To prevent me from removing the dildo, I was made to wear a full Victorian maids uniform. This involved two control corsets that lace up the back which I am unable to remove without help. I was made to stand, head still in the bag, while she laced me into the corset, pulled on stockings and attached the suspenders. Next came the ankle boots and the heavy underskirts before the dress was dropped over my head and tugged into place. A wide leather belt was locked around my waist. It had rings set in it to which my wrist cuffs were locked with short lengths of chain. A chain ran from the front of the belt to my collar; it had no purpose other than to rattle as I moved and remind me of my status as a submissive slut. Finally I had shackles locked on my ankles. For four days I was kept like this. The pants were removed at night. Each morning at the first opportunity it was back on with the rubber pants. On the second day she replaced the dildo with a vibrator with batteries that seemed to last for hours. Every evening, Master Peter would visit. I would have to serve him drinks and suck his cock while he drank them. The vibrator would be buzzing inside me like a wild thing all the time I licked and sucked him. On the fourth day I begged for some respite, but her only response was to show me her latest toy, a pony harness with ball gag which I was made to wear for two whole days. Eventually, I was released from my torment and allowed to wear one of my less restrictive uniforms. One day, mistress Karen came in with a package that she said was for me. I opened it and found a pair of silicone breasts. Karen explained that it would do me good to get used to the feel of real breasts. I didn't need to use my water balloons any more. The silicone breasts were fixed in place using a special adhesive and I was given a white quarter-cup bra to wear. They felt great and looked very realistic. I curtsied and quickly thanked mistress Karen and returned to my duties, revelling in the feel of my new breasts as they jiggled when I moved. Later that day, I was called in to the front room. Master Peter told me that we would be going out to a club and that I must be on my best behaviour. I had been out with them a few times now. It was always to a SM club. More often than not I would spend the evening having my tights and bum pawed at and then end the night tied over a chair, licking fanny while a succession of men took me from behind. Karen took me upstairs and got me ready. I was dressed in a sexy black silk underwired bra that showed my new breasts wonderfully. This was followed with matching French knickers and tight clinging full-length lycra slip and black stockings with a lacy top. I put on a nice white blouse - which showed off the slip underneath - and a black pleated miniskirt. My long blonde hair was French combed. I was put into a pair of sling-backs with a five-inch stiletto heel, fitted with jewellery and then sat while my make up was applied. A spray of perfume was the final touch then I was pronounced ready. On the way to the club, I was told what I had to do that evening. It was a gay club and I was to seduce a pretty young girl who would be there with a group of friends. On no accounts must I tell her that I was a man, I was to pretend that I was a lesbian. When we entered the bar, the girl was pointed out to me. I was taken aback by her looks. She was beautiful, with short red hair, blue eyes and a boyish figure. She wore very feminine clothes, in contrast her friends who were mainly dressed in 'butch fashion', jeans and T-shirts. This girl, who was introduced to me as Dana, wore a lycra dress, white, short and lacy sleeved, with white stockings and high heels to match. She was quite tall, about my height, and had a lovely smile. We began chatting and to my surprise she asked if she could buy me a drink. I glanced over to the nearby table where my master and mistress sat with their friends who leered at me. When Dana returned with her drinks we talked some more and it seemed there was attraction on both sides. Nervously I asked her to dance.....and she agreed. After a fling around the dance floor, handbags at our feet, we joined for a slow number. She felt so warm and loving in my arms and I nestled into her and kissed her gently on the neck. She responded with a moan, put a hand on my cheek and pulled my face to hers. There we were, spotlighted on the dance floor, engaged in a full French kiss. The best of it was, I would have done it anyway, despite being ordered to by my master and mistress. Dana asked me to come back home with her. I asked her to wait for a few moments then found my mistress and asked her permission. I was told that I may go with her, but that I must be back by nine tomorrow morning, and that I must give a full report of everything that happened. I curtsied and left. I realised that it would be difficult getting home in full daylight when dressed, but I decided to cross that bridge when I came to it. For now, I was too preoccupied with Dana to worry about anything else. We left the bar, arm in arm, hailed a taxi to her flat across town. On the way I started to worry about her discovering that I was a boy. As a lesbian she might freak. We didn't talk much in the cab - and talked even less when we entered the flat. She made me a coffee, then joined me on the settee. Dana let her hand rest on my stockinged leg and I felt weak at the knees. Worried that she would discover my 'secret' I took the initiative. I helped her to remove her dress. Her breasts were encased in a pretty bra and she wore delicate lacy knickers and suspenders, which held her white stockings neatly in place. I plucked one of her tits from her bra, took the nipple in my mouth and sucked it. I felt so jealous of her breasts. These were real and did not need to be stuck on like mine! Her hands moved to my knickers, and I tried to stop her. "Don't worry" she said, " I know all about you." With that, she pulled down my knickers and grasped my aching cock. My mind raced. She'd known I was a man all night! Mind you, she didn't seem to mind and I was too overcome with desire to worry about it. Her lips surrounded my cock and she began to suck me. I was so turned on it did not take long before I exploded into her mouth with a shattering orgasm. As we kissed, I could taste the semen on her lips. It was a taste that I too had become very familiar with since Master Peter had started to visit me! At that moment I heard the door burst open and - to my horror - my mistress stood before me accompanied by another woman, clad in black leather and carrying a short cane. "Dana" said the newcomer. "Show Joanna your little surprise." Dana peeled off her knickers to expose her small flaccid cock and balls. Like I "she" was was a "he"! My mistress took great delight in telling me that Dana had been turned into a she-male slut. Hormones had given her real tits. Soon she would have a full sex-change. Mistress Karen informed me that she had been given the name of her surgeon, and that I had an appointment tomorrow to begin my hormone treatment. I could not believe it. Soon, I would have real breasts like Dana's. I thanked my mistress. Half an hour later, all four of us were driving back to my home, where Dana and I were clad in full rubber maid's uniforms and forced to pleasure each other before being punished. As usual, the night ended with a sore bottom as I lay between the thighs of my mistress. Dana looked great in one of my one-sleeved black rubber outfits, bent over a chair while her mistress took her from behind with a dildo. We were told that when our treatments were complete, we might be allowed to become lesbian lovers for real. Until then, we were being kept apart. My longing for Dana amuses my mistress no end and she delights in telling me that my master has arranged to take her virginity when her new pussy is complete, just as he will take mine after my surgery. As I write this, clad in my tight rubber dress and white rubber apron and cap, dildo firmly in place, my body is aching once more to be taken by Dana. My new breasts are developing well, and I can't wait for her to caress and suck my oh-so-sensitive-nipples. My ears and nipples have now been pierced, and mistress Karen delights in affixing small weights to my nipples and making me do the housework braless. Other times she fixes nipple clamps to them and then ties my corset so tight that I cannot remove them or relieve myself in any way. I cannot believe how sensitive they have become. My pubic hair is kept shaved and the words "Property of Karen" have been tattooed above my dick. I still cannot believe all the changes that have happened in my life since that day Karen made me her slave. We can never go back to the normal life we once had as man and wife. But as I look at my breasts and think of Dana I know that I do not want to go back. I am going to be fitted with implants in a couple of weeks and I find myself yearning for the final operation to make me a real woman. to be continued...............................(?) Contact the Author [email protected]