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The Adventures of Joanna and John ? by: Joanna Maguire. This is a true story first starting when I was about 8 years old I can remember most of the incident clearly. Years later when my mother passed on, amongst her things was a black and white photograph of myself in a white frilly dress with the girl called Ann who was dressed similarly, both of us holding dolls in a garden setting. I do not remember the photograph being taken. But my father was always taking pictures with his box brownie camera. The rest of the story is also true but maybe a little out of context and abbreviated but not exaggerated from my point of view or memory Johnny was a quiet, meek little boy in second class. He never got into any trouble at school. Though the toughies of the school bullied, harassed and laughed at his weakness. However one day he upset the science teacher for a reason he never worked out. Maybe the teacher was having a bad day and picked on the first pupil he saw when he looked up from his notes. - "Come out here in front of the class," ordered the teacher. Johnny rose from his front desk puzzled. "Hold out your right hand demanded," the teacher. He now knew what was going to happen. Johnny had never felt the bite of the cane in his life, The teacher pick up the dreaded cane from under his dustcoat. John held his hand out apprehensively. Wack! Wack! Wack! The cane descended on his hand so quickly he had no time to react. The pain was excruciating. His hand hurt terribly and felt hot and stung. The pain was almost unbearable. "The left hand now," ordered the teacher. This was too much. Johnny had done nothing wrong. The pain in his right was still stinging. It was too much. Johnny ran from the class out into the playground and out the school gate. It was before lunchtime so he could not just go home yet. Johnny wandered the streets for a while and then went into the park and played on the swing and slippery dip for an hour. He was hungry, but her had left his packed lunch at school. Feeling in his packet he found a dollar in change. Just enough to buy a salad roll. He was thirsty too. But there was a water bubbler in the park, so after purchasing his bread roll he went back to eat it and wash it down with some warm water out of the bubbler. The day wore on. After spending all his pocket money, there was no money to pay his bus fare home. It was a ten-mile walk so he set out arriving home at the normal time he usually arrived home from school. But his mother was waiting for him. "The head master phoned me and told me you had run away from being punished for mucking around in class." Johnny mumbled in reply, "I did nothing, the cane hurt so much, and my hand is still sore. His mother looked at the hand still red from the punishment. "You are a wimp a wimp and a sissy. Wait till your father comes home and gives you belting." After five his father came home. Hearing what had happened, his father took off his belt, grabed Johnny by the arm, put him over his knee pulled his school pants down and put him over his knee. Johnny wriggled and screamed. His mother came over and held him by the legs so he could not move as his father strapped his bare bottom. *This is worse than the cane,* he thought as the cane descended again and again for what seemed ever. He lost count of the number of strokes. His bottom was on fire. Eventually it came to and end. Johnny fell onto the cold floor. "Get to bed now," His mother ordered, "No dinner for you tonight and don't think this is the end." Johnny crawled away to his bedroom his bum still on fire. He bent over, looking at the reflection in the bedroom dressing able mirror. His behind was swollen red. It took a long time for him to go to sleep that Friday night. Johnny's father worked on Saturday so when he awoke his father had gone to work. He was hungry has hell so he went to the kitchen straight away. In his pajamas. Mother was already there and his plate of corn flakes was waiting. He ate it all quickly followed by a glass of orange juice. "Give me your pajamas," his mother demanded. Thinking they were going to be washed he striped them off, handing them now naked to his mother. "I have some fresh clothes in my bedroom. Come," she smiled. He went into his parent's room looking for his clean shorts and shirt he wore on weekends. He could not seem them anywhere. He looked on the bed; spread out there was a girls white frilly dress. And panties. "Put them on," his mother demanded. "I told you last night I was not finished with you." "I can't put those on," Johnny sobbed. "Do it now. This is what happens to weak sissy boys who run away from school. The strap again if you don't." He reluctantly pulled the dress on over his head knowing he had no choice, He felt ridiculous. "The panties now." He put his feet into the silken panties and drew them up. He needed to lift the dress to get them up to his waist. His mother produced a pair of white stockings, handed them to him. "Put these on." With some difficulty with further reluctance he put each stocking pulling them up each leg separately, fastening them to the stocking suspenders attached to the lacy white panties. His mother produced a pair of girls white shoes. He put them on without arguing. "Over here," his mother again demanded. She brushed out his curly longish hair; it had been a while since his father had taken him to the barbers. Satisfied with my reactions and obedience, she smiled. His mother then opened a drawer in her dressing table, Got out a white ribbon tying it in a bow on the top of his head. "Mmm! Not quite finished yet," said his mother reaching for a tube of lipstick from her make up collection, and then quickly applied some to John's lips. He really felt like a sissy now. "You make a pretty girl. Didn't want a baby boy, but you will do now. Wait in the Kitchen while I get dressed and don't move from there." He went out into the kitchen the frills on the bottom tickling his stocking clad legs. He sat on a chair waiting. Half an hour later his mother came out dressed in her going out clothing. "We are going shopping," she said to Johnny." Can't call you Johnny now. I think I will call you Catherine after your Aunt. Grabbing him by the hand she pulled him out the door into the daylight up the from path, into the street. He was now terrified. What if some of his schoolmates saw him like this. That would be then end. He would never ever go back to school if he were recognized. They walked up the hill towards the town shops. He began sweating, in fear. A group of old ladies was standing on the pavement as they passed. His dress began ruffling in the wind making his stocking legs feel cooler. One of them he recognized as Mrs. Menzies suddenly stopped talking and turned towards his mother. "I did not know you had such a pretty girl child, such lovely curly hair. I always thought that curly hair was wasted on your boy." "Catherine gets it from her fathers side of the family do think it is quite nice myself. Don't you Catherine?" his mother replied she/he was too frightened to speak and just trembled. "She is a bit shy." Mrs. Menzies then suggested that Catherine should come and play with her daughter Anne sometime. "How about tomorrow after church?" "Yes that will be good. We accept your kind offer," his mother replied. Then walked on towards the shopping center. No one seemed to notice as Catherine pushed the shopping trolley about the grocery store. After paying for the groceries Catherine's mother said she would pick them up later when my husband finishes work. "Lets have lunch. If you are a good girl you can have an ice cream." Catherine was lead to a nearby Greek caf?/milk bar where her mother ordered a salad for them both followed by a pot of teacake and icecream, Catherine's mother took ages to eat her salad and drink her tea. When suddenly two of his schoolmates came in ordered a milkshake and went towards the pinball machines. Johnny tried to make himself smaller in the seat and hide. But his schoolmates took no notice and did not seem to recognize or see him. "Lets go now I am finished," his mother cried, pulling him from the seat. He now had to walk past his schoolmates to get into the street. They still did not seem to suspect who he was though. Just as they were level with them his mother stopped. "Stop darling, your hair ribbons not straight." Undoing the bow then retying it to the hair curls. With some relief they proceeded into the street, again unrecognized. "We have an hour or two before your father finishes work. I need my hair set so we will go to the hairdressers and get our hair done." No! I though. But I was too scared and unable to protest out loud followed her into the ladies hair salon. I don' think we had an appointment as I had to wait on a seat with my mother for some time before a dark-haired woman lead me to the hairdressing chair. "Don't shampoo her hair just give it a trim and fluff it up a bit," my mother told the hairdresser from her chair. The hair dresser sniped brushed and combed my hair for some time, after she was satisfied she squirted some smelly hair setting spray on my hair. "I think a couple of pretty hair clips would make it look much nicer." Putting two blue clips in my hair, then showed me the results in a mirror. "Come here girls and see what a pretty young lady we have here." All of the girls came and looked at me complimenting me on my looks. I said nothing but could not stop my self from smiling at the image in the mirror. I said nothing but could not stop my self from smiling at the image in the mirror. "She is a nice young lady," my mother complimented. "Next time we must get her ears pierced with gold sleepers put in." Eventually the ordeal was over? Then we left the shopping center setting out in the direction of my fathers work about a mile away. What was dad going to do or say when he saw me like this I thought again terrified? But I followed along with my mother. When dad came out from his work with the other workers, He saw us, my knees shaking. I waited as he approached. "Mmm! He does not look at all like a sissy now but a girl like we had wanted when we were married," dad commented. The three of us walk with my hand held now by my father back to pick up the groceries then set out down the hill towards home. I rushed in the door to get undressed and find my boys clothing. But the were no where to be seen." "Catherine, go and set the table while I get your fathers dinner ready. Don't get undressed yet, you look so pretty today." I obeyed, setting the table. We had dinner together. Then listened to the radio until nine PM. "You had better go to bed, darling" ,my mother ordered. I ran to my bedroom and took of the dreaded dress, stocking, hair clips and shoes. I looked for my pajamas. On the bed was a pink nightdress. I did not argue I knew it was useless. So I put on the silken pink nightie, lay down and soon went to sleep. It had been a long day, Next morning it was Sunday I awoke, pulled the nightdress off. But there on the chair awaited the frilly white dress, panties, stockings and shoes. My mother came in. "Before you get dressed Catherine, you must have a bath." I went to the bathroom and toilet. The bath was already full. I was scented, my mother had put some lavender oil in the water. I got into the bath. I knew I would definitely smell like a girl now. My mother dried me after I had finished my bath. I then went back to my bedroom to put my dreaded dress and panties on. After breakfast we went out into the outside world. I really felt a sissy now. I was lead to Mrs. Menzies place. I met for the first time her daughter Ann. I did despite my feeling silly began to feel how nice the dress felt on my body. I think my interest in B&D even though I had not heard of such things or had any such knowledge. I used to imagine I was a witch being burnt at the stake. The bathroom at my parents flat was separated from the house was also the laundry. Several times I filled the gas copper in those pre- washing machine days lit the gas, then got into the copper, trying to feel what it was like to be cooked in a cannibals cauldron. I also put a noose hung from the long pipe that stretched over the bath. Its end was the shower rose. Luckily for me, as I was not at all suicidal. When I jumped off the edge of the bath with the noose about my neck my weight cause the long pipe to bend with me ending up on the baths bottom. My parents were not at all wealthy. They had trouble paying my school fees. At the age of 15, I had to finish school and go to work. A few weeks later with my pay I went to Cursons. There very nervously I purchased a Berli Sarong High waisted girdle plus a pair of silk stockings. I rushed with my newly purchase garments to the men's toilet. Behind closed doors I stripped from my waist down, donned the tight fitting corset, then put on the stockings. Put my male clothes on over the foundation garment. I left the men's room to walk in the street I felt for the first time the confinement of a good tight fitting corset. It pulled my waist if a fair way. Soon I needed to tighten my belt to stop my trousers falling down. The weeks went by turning into years. I soon amounted a collection of lingerie, dresses, and high heel shoes; make up. Fully dressing up in the privacy of my bedroom at night, hiding them during the day. But I did wear the lingerie and corsets under my male clothes to work. Then I began to sneak out at night fully dressed savoring the feel of the wind blowing my skirts together with the tap of my high heels on the pavement. I had no knowledge of sex or girls. I had never spoken to on since my younger days at primary school. I used to look at then and admire their clothing but was to scare to ever try to do so much as talk to one let alone go out on a date with a girl. I reached the age of 21,never ever going to a party. Some one at work on the day asked me to go out and celebrate at a pub. His companion said no he is too boring. I worked at a hospital and studied, sometimes have 3 jobs. The daytime full time job, plus others at nights and weekends. Except for at work I spent most of my time alone, going to the theatre or concerts alone. Three days after that uneventful 21st birthday, Working in a coffee shop come cafe which was going to play a part later in my life. I used to talk to two prostitutes that came in late at night for a coffee. I though they were nice girls. I was even ignorant of what their profession was. Jack the proprietor asked me when my 21st was and what was my party like, when I told him 3 days ago, so I had no 21st party. He asked about if I had a girl friend. I said no! He went and spoke to one of he girls, coming back he said he had asked one of them Anthea and paid her to take me to her place for sex. She came over then dragged me into to a taxi to a hotel room. Took her clothing off and told me to do the same. I had never seen a naked woman before. I was frightened. I did not know any thing about sex. She soon taught me. But it was a horrible experience that first time. She was a rough red headed cockney. She had to pull me onto her to show me how to do it. I had like talking to her at the caf? but this was awful. A couple of nights later she did not come into the coffee shop. The next day I saw her photograph in the paper. She had been knifed and killed by one of her clients. I guess today I am the only one who remembers her. Her companion who came into the caf? with her, I was to meet again ten or so years later. She was one of the B&D Mistresses I visited. I had never been out with a girl until I was 23 nor been to a party until my wedding breakfast. I was 26 before I met and married my wife. Both of us still virgins in a way despite my single venture with Anthea. I threw away all my feminine clothing or buried them in some sand hills near my parents place. I found work in the country at a hospital that was better paying, and the housing cheaper. We had 3 children. Gradually I began to secretly gather another collection of feminine clothing, dressing while my wife and children were away. Hiding the dresses up the manhole in the hallway ceiling. I began to dress openly, traveling to other nearby towns to shopping centres unknown to my wife. My work required me to visit the city for conferences. I began to travel, venturing forth as a woman. I joined a heterosexual crossdressers club, going out to restaurants in a group, to the theatre or opera in evening dress. s started to go for trips to the city, Staying in motels. I remaining dressed for the period of my stay. I had my ears pierced, long acrylic nails put on at a beauty salon. I enjoyed walking about the city shopping in high heels. Trying on, sometimes buying dresses, skirts blouses, shoes and lingerie openly. Ate lunch and dinner in restaurants, went to the theatre alone. One night with the members of a CD club that met once a fortnight. At the end of the week I drove almost back the whole 800 km to my hometown. I had great difficulty changing back, even more problems trying to remove the acrylic fingernails. One day I was walking in full dress down the street in Sydney near the hospital where I worked in my student days. An attractive woman who looked familiar approached. She said, "You are John? You Look great. Remember me, I was a nurse up there at the hospital years ago." I recognised her now but could not remember her name. "I call my self- Madeline now. What do you call yourself now?" "Catherine," I said. "No, you are Joanna." "Where are you staying?" "A motel," replied the new Joanna. "Come and stay at my place. I know you will like it, while you are in the city and save your money'" she gave me her address then I went to get my luggage. Later I realized she was also the other prostitute that had been Anthea's, companion. Her place proved to be in the main road up a flight of stairs. The stairway was dark and black, her door painted bright red. I knocked. She showed me in, then showed me to a bed room where I put my bags down. "Come and have a cup of tea," she said showing me the way to the kitchen. We passed several closed doors. We had tea and cake. "Need a shower?." I did. It's was down hall there. I went and had my shower. I finished needing to put some make up on again I went to my room with a towel wrapped about my waist to fetch my make up bag. Returning to the bathroom all my clothing was missing. I called out to Madeline who I could hear behind one of the closed doors. "I'm here! Come in." I went, opened the closed door, entering into the darkness of the room. I felt my hands being grasped pulled behind my back and handcuffed. My towel fell to the floor. Something was being put about my neck, a leather collar. I started to yell, something was pushed into my mouth. A gag. It was fastened. All I could do now was make mumbling noises. The lights came on. There was Madeline all dressed in a leather corset, suspenders, fish net stockings and high heel long boots. I was in a B&D dungeon. I had heard or rather read about such places. But this was a first for me. "You are John again. Not my friend Joanna at the moment. You are now my slave." The chain pulled me along by the dog collar I saw I was wearing. I was lead to the far wall given some slaps with Madeline's hand on my behind. "Face the wall." I turned a blindfold was put over my eyes. I could not see, all was black. "You will call me Mistress and only say yes, no, please and thank you while you are my slave John." I felt the handcuffs being unlocked. My arms were stretched and spread out above my head and fastened to something on the wall. "Legs apart," she ordered. I did as I was told! Then my ankles were also attached to the wall. "I will leave you like that now for a while I have some clients to take care of. You will be able to hear what's happening but not see them or move." They will be able to observe you chained to the wall though." I heard the door close, all was silent. I was stretched out there unable to move or do a thing for what seemed hours my arms and legs cramped and painful when I finally heard the door open and voices. The noise of chains rattling, then the swish of a whip and cries of pain from a man. There were lots of further sounds that I could not then recognise. After a long time all was quite for a moment when I again hear the swish of a whip and the feel of the pain of it cutting about my behind. It was excruciating. I heard a male voice count to ten and then the lashes against my by bare bum stopped. I felt weak and tried to fall. But the bands about my wrists attached to the wall stopped my descent. The boy who ran away from the cane had just felt ten lashes of the whip. I was in shock, terrified about my fate, yet I felt strangely safe. I was completely helpless, unable to do a thing and accepted my fate just like young Johnny did when his mother transformed him into a sissy girl. All went quiet again no one was in the room. I hung there face hanging on the wall for a long time the pains and cramps in my arms now worse that the brief pains of the whipping. After a long time Madeline came into the room. Releasing me she lead me back into my bedroom by the dog collar. I was too weak to resist anyway. "Down on the bed!" she ordered. I fell onto the bed cramped and exhausted. I felt my wrists being fastened to the bed head, I was helpless again. I was still blindfolded and gagged. I felt my scrotum being tickled and stimulated with something. I rose to the occasion. It continued until I was writhing in anticipation. Suddenly I felt Madeline on top of me. I was being raped by woman who was completely in charge of my person. Eventually I could hold on no longer and came. A few minutes later a felt the stimulation again I was in ecstatic painful avouchment. Then raped and aroused again. A second and third time. I was left alone for a while and then I heard Madeline come back into the room. MY legs were spread apart and fastened at the foot of the bed I felt my male parts being washed and cleaned. Then a stinging within my urethra. A nurse was catheterizing me. Madeline when she had finished my gag and blindfold were removed. IT took a couple of minutes before I could see properly. I was spread eagled face up on the bed. Madeline said, "You were good. But you had no choice anyway. Drink this. I had no choice but to drink by the teat a babies full of wonderful tasting fresh orange drink. I'm going to bed now see you in the morning. Good night John, sweet dreams." I was going to be left like this all night. I knew now why I had been catheterized I would not have to worry about peeing the bed that night. My arms and legs began to ache again painfully, but I could do nothing about it at all. I had no choice but to lay there unable to move all night. I think it was hours later I went to sleep briefly. I kept thinking about how the whip felt on my bottom but especially how Madeline looked in her black leather corset. I was very stiff and sore when Madeline came in the middle of next morning the sun, which I could see shinning through a crack in the blacked out window had been up for some hours. I was released from the bed and the catheter expertly pulled out. My dog collar remained fastened on I was still weak so I could not resist the pull on my neck. I was lead into a room. Still dizzy the dog collar was removed, I was ordered to lay down on the floor with eyes closed. I did as I was told and a minute or so later I felt my head being lifted, then a cold feeling about my neck. "Keep your eyes closed." I was again ordered I did as I was told, then I felt something on my chest It felt like Madeleine's arms or legs. "Open your eyes and mouth." I obeyed, opening them I found my head was encased in a clear plastic box with the top open except upon the top was a black plastic toilet seat with Madeleine sitting upon the seat exposing her female parts. Before I could do a thing I felt my face getting wet and my mouth filling with urine. I was experiencing my first 'Golden Shower'. "Was that a nice morning refresher?" I was still too busy swallowing the last drops of my morning drink. Wiping her with some toilet paper, then dropping it on my face. Madeleine released me and said, "Go and have a nice warm shower John. I want to have breakfast with Joanna. We will then get dressed, go out shopping for some new dresses for her and have lunch. I will think about what is going to happen to John when Joanna and I return." I rushed to the shower finding Joanna's clothes hanging up with her make up on the wash stand. I showered and dressed as quickly as I was hungry but not as thirsty as I might have been. The taste in my mouth lingered for some time after breakfast. I showered dressed then put my make up and perfume on. Then headed towards the kitchen. Mistress Madeline with greeted Joanna, "Hope you had a good nights sleep Dear. After we have had breaky, I will take you to a wonderful fashion warehouse. Might find something you really like there?" We went there by taxi as girls together. It was a wonderful place. I could have spent thousands of dollars, but eventually after looking at the entire store we settled on a red skirt and jacket from me. Madeline chose a long slinky black dress that really showed of her figure. She is such a curvaceous well-endowed woman that any man or CD could not help envy. We had a grand lunch at a well-known international hotel. I insisted on paying. We had a wonderful day as girls together chatting and gossiping. On return to her place things changed as soon as I entered the red door. "Go and change dear. I think I was too easy on John last night." I undressed, washed off my make up. Then I left the room naked, walked to the dungeon door. On entering I heard the command, "Get on your knees slave John." I obeyed without hesitation. I looked up at Mistress Madeline standing their legs apart. "Crawl over here," she commanded. I crawled along the hard wooden floor until I was before my Mistress. "Don't ever look at me again. Eyes down. My boots need a cleaning, lick them till they are bright and shiny to my satisfaction." I licked each of her boots for about ten or fifteen minutes. I thought I had done a good job enjoying the experience. "That's not good enough at all you did not clean the soles." Lay on your back and I turned over. Then my Mistress put one of her boots over my face. I liked and licked each of her presented soles until all the dirt was cleaned off the leather. It did not taste nice at all, but I did as I was ordered. "Get up off the floor slug. Come here slime." Eyes down, I walked towards where my mistresses voice came from. "Head in there, wrist in here!" she commanded. It was a set of stocks or pillory like they put convicts in years ago. I dutifully put my neck and wrists into the semi circle of the heavy wooden stocks. The upper part came down trapping me tightly within the circles of wood. My mistress securely locked it closed. My ankle were still free so they were manacled to the base of the stocks. I was trapped with my bare behind extended. "I like Joanna. She can stay here for free. But you as a slave have to pay the price." I was then blindfolded and gagged once more. "I've some clients who would like to whip that arse, one is coming later. But first I will give you a taste of the cane." Swish, swish. I felt the bite of he cane on my behind. It seems more painful than the bite of a whip. I screamed into my gag as she gave me 20 strokes. My behind was again on fire. "I spoilt you yesterday, I won't today." I felt wads of cotton wool being pushed into my ears. Now not only could I not move see or speak now my ears were blocked up so I could not hear. I was left there for what seemed like hours unable to move see or hear. All at once I felt the sting of a whip on my behind. The lashes coming fast and frequent. I was in utter agony. Then it stopped as suddenly as it started. A long time pasted in oblivion. The heat and pain of the whipping gradually subsided. I began to think, but all I could think of was the pain of the whipping. I became bored and restless. How long was I going to be left here in the stocks? Hours past by I began to yearn for the feel of the whip and the relief from the boredom it brought. Without warning I felt what I now recognized as the stroke of a cane. It was again in agonizing pain. Suddenly again it stopped. Almost immediately I began to yearn for the whip or cane and its painful relief from the boredom of confinement in the stocks for so long. I remember they used to leave prisoners in such contraptions all day outside the jails. I felt my gag being loosened and my earplugs removed. Mistress Madeline spoke, "What do you say for that?" "Thank you Mistress," I mumbled through the loosened gag. "Want some more?" "Yes please Mistress," I found my self-saying. "Good my client now is going to give you a hundred lashes. You will count each lash backwards from a hundred. Any mistake, mumble or miscount will result in my giving you ten more for each mistake, after my client has finished the hundred lashes." I heard the swish of the whip and feel its pain. "A hundred," I try to say clearly through the gag the count begins to decrease, 90, 80. It's beginning to become unbearable as the count goes down. After an eternity the count reaches 50. Half way I think. I can't bear any more. But I have no choice in the matter anyway. The count reaches 10 finally. Its soon be over I think. The lashes seem to get harder and unbearable. Finally I reply one and the lashes cease. I hear Mistress Madeline open the door to let her client out. Then silence for a while. Then my Mistresses voice said, "You made three mistakes so its 30 more. I'm not going to be so lenient. . Start counting" "Thirty, 29, 28, 27, 26, till the count reaches 10. . This is not too bad I thought. Then I felt the stroke of the whip wrap around my back and shoulders for the first time. This is far worse that the bottom whipping. I really start to scream and yell. Asking for mercy eventually expelling the gag, freely screaming to the world. My Mistress finishes the final lash. I am in a state of collapse, but I hear my Mistress leave the room again. Time passes. Even though I'm still feeling the pain of the back lashing, I begin to want more. Mistress Madeline returns. "Liked it didn't you, on the floor again, you. I'm not giving you any more or Joanna won't be able to wear her bra and corset tomorrow." I'm released falling onto the floor. I feel my ankles being strapped together, a dog collar and chain being attached to my neck. I'm on a dog chain on the floor and can only crawl on my hands unable to stand. "There is a doggie bowl of water a plus another with some meat." My mistress leaves the room. I am famished so straight away I crawl across the floor to the bowls. I can only just reach them with my tongue. I greedily lap them clean. I'm alone again and want to go to the toilet. Eventual I have to wet myself and I start to really smell like a dog. Later I hear the door open and see My Mistress plus a man and a woman looking through the door at me laughing then calling me good doggy. They leave. But my Mistress soon returns. "My you took what you deserved well without too much whimpering. Though I certain you would have run away like Joanna told me you did when you were a little boy. Go and have a shower and I will watch TV with you." I go and shower. I could now see the bruises and welts all over myself in the mirror. But not on my legs or arms. I dry myself, then head towards the lounge room still naked and sit down in a chair along side my Mistress. "Don't think you are just going to watch television do you? Put your dog collar on again." I obey unhesitant. My mistress opens her legs. Around each of her upper thighs are what appear also being dog collars. "Come down here before me," I'm ordered. I kneel between her legs. Each side of my dog collar is attached to the straps around her thighs. I am held on my knees trapped between her ample thighs. She closes them tightly encapsulating my head, continuing to watch TV. In a commercial break, suddenly she parts her thighs and bends her knees. My face and mouth are pulled up against her pussy. I know what's expected and start to lick her feminine parts with my tongue, My Mistress sighs in pleasure. Eventually she has an orgasm and straightens her knees leaving my head fastened between the thighs. Next commercial break and I hear another sigh as she bends her knees and I am drawn up against now wet h pussy. Again I start to lick her labia. It's nice down their but overwhelming feminine scents. After the movie finishes a couple of hours later I am released. The chain again attached to the dog collar, then lead back to the dungeon. The water and food bowls are filled. "There is a sand tray over there if you need to make a mess of yourself." The door closes and I'm left on the doggy chain for the night. The next two days of my stay are as Joanna. Us girls go out and have a good time eating and going to the movies. The after noon before I am to leave we go to a beauty salon where Madeline treats me to having acrylic nails attached to my finger tips. Next morning Joanna dresses and after Breakfast and starts the drive home to a so-called normal world with work but little play. When I arrived home and change back into John I could see the welts and bruises from my punishments. They even a cover my penis. It took over 3 months for them to disappear completely I have to be careful no one sees my naked body until they have healed. For the next few years I visit the city about three times a year staying with Madeline as Joanna and slave John. The wimp who could not cope with the teachers cane has become not only a cross dresser but a BD submissive slave who looks forward to pain and punishment even licking her boots to clean them Each time I visited Madeleine she and Joanna went out as girls together. But John was treated just like a slave. There was always something new to experience. When Madeline used John as a submissive for any of her clients nothing sexual was permitted. Madeline owned John when he was her slave. Only the Mistress had sexual privileges with her slave. Other new or inexperienced Mistresses were taught using John as the whipping boy so to speak I was suspended, whipped over whipping benches caned and tortured by methods such as nipple clamps or having to wear a male chastity belt locked onto my male parts, which caused pain and discomfort if he experienced an erection. Madeline had a cage suspended from the ceiling in the entrance hall that she used to like suspending John in so clients could see him encased to awaken their fears or just scare the clients. Madeline had a corset that she made both Joanna and John wear during the later visits. It was a black full length Victorian fully boned lace up corset that was a cage in itself. The reason it was to be feared despite the glorious sensations given by the wearer of lace up Victorian corsets, the corset had three hasps at the back, top, waist and bottom that could be secured by small padlocks. Once laced up and locked the wearer could not get out of the corset until it was unlocked at the back. Wearing this corset did wonders for the figure. Its discipline kept the wearers back straight and erect especially when wearing high heels, the wearer unable to bend at the waist. After being locked in this corset day and night for a week was hard to endure. But once locked in this corset there was no escape. John literally worshipped Madeleine as a goddess both physically and mentally while he was enslaved. She always kept this to her advantage as well as her pleasure, but not for her slaves pleasure. Once Madeline took John out for the day with him wearing only a pair of swim shorts. I was made lay down in the rear seat handcuffed, hands in front and blindfolded so I could not be seen or know where I was being taken. The drive took at least a couple of hours with me bumping up and down on the floor in front of the rear. The car eventually stopped and I was helped out and led by the dog collar for a short distance. My handcuffs undone. Then my arms were placed about something round and rough. I was gagged and my blindfold taken off. I was cuffed hugging a pine tree some where in the bush far from anywhere it seemed. My swimmers were pulled down and off, then my ankles were tied by ankle cuffs roped around the base of the tree. I was naked and embracing the rough bark of the tree unable to move or protest. Madeline stripped of her jeans and blouse, then put on a very brief bikini. She took a whip out of the car then gave me fifty hard lashes on my exposed behind. With each strike as I tried to writhe or wriggle to lessen the pain of the lash, the rough bark of the tree cut into the flesh of my chest and thighs. When she was finished she walked away. In the distance was a running creek into which she dived for a swim in the cool water. After a long time swimming, I thought I was going to be released. When she got out of the water, dried herself with a towel, she gave me another 50 hard lashes, with the bark of the tree abrading my skin as I writhed in agony. She did not release me after the whipping. She spread the towel out, on the ground took off her bikini, then lay down, sun baking to improve her tan. Turning over several times or sitting up to apply sun lotion. I could see her in her naked glory unable to move or compliment her about her beautiful body. The sun started to fade. It was getting cooler. Madeline released me from the tree. I was again weak from the cramps of confinement to the tree. I was pulled back by the dog collar into the car still naked. It was dark when we arrived back in the parking lot near her place. So naked, I was pulled along by the dog chain along the street to her abode. No one seemed to see me in this state during the journey from car to dungeon. On another occasion I was dressed in one of Madeline's cat suits, Tight enough to show my maleness at the crotch. Collared and blindfolded wrists loosely restrained behind my back, then dragged down the stairs, out into the street. I could not see where I was been taken to on the dog chain. She helped me step down several concrete gutters to apparently cross at least three roads. It took 15 to 30 minutes to arrive somewhere? I heard my lead being fastened to something. I was told to sit like a good doggie. I heard female laughter from several women who said things to me such as nice doggie, what's his name etc. Then Madeleine ask for a cappuccino and raisin toast. It seemed I was chained to something at a sidewalk caf?. I heard Madeleine and the other women talking and gossiping. When a strange woman said, "Oh! Your little puppy must be thirsty too." I heard her say something to some one. "Get him a bowl of water and some meat." Some time later I heard a two bowls clinking on the cement pavement near me. My blindfold was taken partially off. Indeed it was a coffee shop that I recognized as Lorinzini's near Kings Cross. I was chained to the leg of a wrought iron table, before me was a bowl of water and another containing some salami. I was commanded to eat. I was thirst and hungry, so I quickly lapped up the water and ate the salami from the bowls. It had sexually stimulated me and I know the women could see that by the way they spoke to me that my erection was evident through the tight cat suit by the manner they teased and the comments they made. When I finished eating and drinking, I was again blindfolded. Then they stayed seated again gossiping and talking for at least an hour. Eventual after good byes and further laughing about my state and me we left and I was tugged along the road until I felt the blindfold being taken off at the bottom of the stairway to Madeline dungeon. In the past both as Joanna and John used to have a cup of coffee at Lorinzini's. I knew the proprietor. Since that evening I can never even walk passed that caf? in case someone might recognize me and remember that night. My week was up the next day and I returned home to a busy mundane life for a few months. One-day months later, I phoned Madeline to say I was coming down to visit and got no answer. When I dressed as Joanna arrived in the city she found the building was deserted and up for rent, Madeline missing or gone to who knew where? Of course over the years, I have now visited and had to pay various mistresses for their services, but only as John to be punished and tortured. Except for one, who had known me at Madeline's and never punished me as severely as Madeline. This Mistress was a Lesbian who really hated men. When I visited her, she had another client coming. So to keep me out of the way I was hog tied, wrists and ankles tied together blindfolded and gagged. The ankle chained to a ring on the wall with me face down unable to move. It was a very hard cold wooden floor. In this position the weight of my body was mostly tipped onto my face resting on the cold floor. I was there for the hour or so she tended to the other client who I could hear being whipped. When she finally came back to attend to my session I was untied, the gag taken out, then to a sort of massage table with a hole in the top. She asked, "Whip or cane?" I answered, "Cane." I was strapped face down arms by my side to the sides on the table, waist strapped down on the table. My thighs also strapped together and to the sides of the table. My legs and ankle were left untied. I then found why there was a hole in the table. My scrotum was pulled through this hole and a strap crushing my balls together, then a clamp to the foreskin of my now erect penis to which a chain and weights pulled and stretched my manly parts towards the floor. She began to cane my bottom very hard. I knew now why she had left the ankles unrestrained. As the canning got harder and the strokes increase, I could not help but kick and bend my legs faster and faster with the pain of the strokes. She paused in the middle of the caning, then started to hit my outstretched masculinity with the tip of the cane. This made my legs kick back and forward with the pain even faster. My balls and penis were on fire and in extreme pain. She stopped that after an indeterminable time. Then resumed the canning proper. I was trying to scream for mercy through the large ball gag in my mouth to now avail. I was almost in a state of collapse when the canning stopped suddenly. I was momentarily released and dragged down over the end of the table. Then strapped down over the end of the table in a complete state of submission. I was then shown by the Mistress what was going to happen to me next. She had an enormous strap on dildo strapped to her pelvis. She put lubricant in it and then I felt the lubricants coldness on my anus, then for some time I felt agony and pain when she thrust forward trying to enter me. It took a long time for her to get it in. Then she pushed and pushed it within my person getting deeper and deeper. The pain was almost as bad as the whipping. It seemed to go on forever. I was well and truly bring raped, unable to do a thing or resist. She eventually finished to her satisfaction. I was finally released from the end of the table in a state of exhaustion and collapse. I lay in a heap on the floor for a long time before another Mistress unknown help me to the shower. She washed me herself, then helped me dress, and gave me a drink. I think it was Brandy, and then helped me to the door and freedom. It took 2 months for the bruising and welts to completely go from my behind, penis and scrotum. My ass hurt for two weeks after every time I passed faeces. I remember this session now wishing it could reoccur or rehappen. It is strange however in that the way and position in which one is whipped affects the outcome. Stretched out face down on the bed, the whip or cane seems to hurt in a particular spot where it is applied even if the blows are crisscrossed. Being whipped in the standing position the whip tends to wrap itself about your body, the whip end or ends inflict pain and welts that extend and curl towards the front of the body especially if a long whip is being applied. Mistress Madeleine and later my wife had a technique of restraining me to the outer end of one of the crossbars on an Australian 'Hills' rotary clothesline. Then they wind up the hoist until I am almost am on tiptoe. They start whipping my bare bum. As the whip end curls about my bum I do not can't quite run nor can I quite jump up and down. But the clothesline with my leg movements starts to rotate. Soon I am slowly going around and around in a circle like a merry go round. This is painful. I try to avoid the lashes but never can. They have watched this torture tell me it is so amusing to watch me go dancing and gyrating around the clothesline. I know even though I am blindfolded I can hear the laughs, giggles and catcalls from others who have been watching my humiliation. People who laugh at you in bondage and discipline always seem to treat you with much more respect after, than the same people would under so called normal circumstances. Mistress Madeleine once did something to show Joanna how vulnerable a woman can become. One day while I was looking at Mistress Madeleine's wardrobe full of beautiful clothes when she came into the room. "There is an outfit there. I would like to see how you look dressed in a mini skirt." She got a red short skirted dress out and told me to see how I looked in it. She also pulled out one of her black lacy corsets plus a pair of fishnet stockings. She asked me to leave my beige panty hose on then put on the corset and fishnets, then the red mini dress. I complied enthusiastically. " Not quite right yet," she said. Then got out a gold lame jacket to compliment the skirt plus an over the shoulder handbag. She then produced a pair of red six-inch heel crocodile skin shoes for me to wear. I was dressed to kill. Madeleine said, "You look sexy. Lets go out for a cup of coffee." We girls went out with Madeleine all dressed in black. She drove me up to Kings cross ande parked the car. We then went to a pavement coffee shop. We had two cups of coffee. I noticed men looking and staring at us girls. After the coffee Madeleine said, "Lets go home." She headed quickly towards where the car was parked. I had difficulty keeping up in my six- inch heels and tight skirt. She got to the car, got in saying as she drove away, "See you later," and drove off leaving me alone in Kings Cross with an empty hand bag. What was I going to do with no money for a taxi or even a bus? Madeleine place was in Parramatta Road, Camperdown, 3 or 4 miles away. I had no choice to walk through Kings Cross and down William Street through the city, then down Parramatta Road. Terrified, I walked through, 'The Cross' with everyone seemingly staring at me and my long fishnet clad legs below my mini skirt. But worse was to come as I walked down William Street where the infamous road where Sydney's prostitutes lined the pavement or roadside. I could not walk very fast in my heel down that steep hill scared I would fall. Several times cars slowed down with men driving past, honking horns and calling out things like, 'How about a bit darling,' 'How much for a short time' or just blatantly looking me up and down. A police car drove past, but thankfully they did not stop. I think it took me a half an hour to walk and stumble down William Street. Then another hour to walk through the main part of the city and down Parramatta Road. Every hundred yards or so cars hooted at me or whistled. Eventually I arrived at Medallions Place, footsore, hot and tired. I realised I did not have a key so I knocked loudly on the door on the door. No one answered. Madeleine was not inside. I cringed in the darkness of the doorway watching the cars drive past. Ten minutes or so later Madeleine appeared walking along the street. "Have a lovely walk dear?" she sniggered. "It's a nice night for a stroll." I asked her angrily sobbing, "Why did you bloody well drive off and leave me alone. Men thought I was a prostitute I could have been arrested." "You felt like a woman to night, how vulnerable a woman alone can be on the streets. No one though you weren't`a lady did they?" I was still angry and definitely feeling vulnerable even on her doorstep. "You were safe. I was driving just behind you if you got into strife." I was still angry. That night in bed I wondered though if those men had thought me sexy or attractive. Or had the recognised me for what I am. That's even more frightening. What if one had grabbed me and pulled me into their car. Even Madeleine could have done nothing. I certainly had been a vulnerable woman in the night alone. Looking back in retrospect it had been fun. Pity now in old age I no longer had the figure to get away with such a venture. Joanna always tries to become and act as a lady. Though it is impossible to relay take the form and appearance of a woman, I do not like to be humiliated or see my self as an inferior woman in the way as CD's like to be humiliated and punished as women and submit by playing the role as an inferior female for sexual reasons. A few months ago, I met Madeline in the street driving a Black Jaguar sports car. We recognized each other instantly even though we had both aged a bit. Madeline had married a Doctor client of hers and now has a grown up family of four children. I wonder what practices the Doctor is involved in away from his surgery? My wife of course found out about Joanna and slave John through one of my mistresses who she met. After taking some time to get used to the idea. She likes it when Joanna does all the housework, cooking, etc. Now that the children have left home, she really seems to like locking me spread- eagled face down of our bed. For hours whipping him making him beg for mercy. But showing none. Eventually after many hours I am released. Turned over teased and whipped until I beg for mercy and she raping me. She has been known to put me on a dog chain sometimes when I am getting underfoot. She does not approve entirely of Joanna venturing forth in the outside world near to where we live. But to be able to punish her husband for his discrepancies can be a pleasure. When he is in bondage unable to do a single thing when he is completely at her mercy or whim. One must trust the person in charge of you in a bondage or submissive situation. Madelaine was from the start extremely hard on me, but she knew what I could cope with even if I did not. My wife however put me in a situation that in the first incidence I did not like at all. I was punished and let out of bondage except for my dog collar. I was told to lie down on the floor. I obeyed unhesitantly. I was naked. My ankles were they chained together and a leash put onto the dog collar. I was told I had not been nice to her that week at all. I was going to get what I deserved. With my legs loosely chained together, all I could do when she pulled on the leash was to crawl after her as she pulled me out the back door into the back yard of our large country property. I was lead about a 100 meters toward the Hills hoist to which a long chain had been attached. The leash was taken off the dog collar then the end of the chain was padlocked to my collar. "You were really a dog to me this week so you are going to be treated like one." The chain is just long enough to reach the dog kennel. There was a bowl of water outside the kennel for me to drink and another bowl for food which I will given in the morning. If I wanted to piss or shit, I had to do it away from the kennel if I didn't want to smell it all the time. I was left there naked unable to stand on the lawn. It began to be hot after a while so I crawled to the kennel. My knees were sore and my legs stiff. There was a blanket inside for me if it got cooler for I realised that I was going to spend the night in the kennel. The afternoon passed just before sunset my wife bought out some cold beef stew putting it in my food bowl the wished me a good nights rest. I had to pass my motions and urinate so I crawled as far away from the kennel as I could. Then crawled back ate my meal, then settled down for the night under the blanket. Next morning my wife came out to refill my water and food bowl. I thought I was going to be let off after my meal, but instead my wife produced the garden hose and washed me down completely. I soon found that if I tried to roll on my side when wet I would get dirt and grass on myself. Surely I was going to be let out now? No I was not I was kept on that chain four days and nights unable to slip the chain or stand up. If I did not behave now after a whipping I am threatened with this treatment, which I don't like. The whipping is not as humiliating as being put on the chain three times. It's OK at first but the nights in the kennel are rather dehabilitating. If I cry out, nothing happens. No one can hear me, as the neighbors are a kilometer away. I'm given the hose treatment if I make too much noise. If I'm good I am put on the lead, and then taken for a walk or a crawl about the property. I ask for a heavy whipping in place of the doghouse. She complies usually, but if she is really annoyed at me or is sick of the sight of me it's the doghouse for me literally. The worse thing about the doghouse is the flies or bugs that crawl over your body making you feel itchy. No wonder dogs and cats scratch themselves so often I'm now 60. This cross dressing has been going on for over 50 years while apparently living a normal family lifestyle, The punishment discipline and bondage of John has been carried out for over 35 years. I often wonder if the sex change operation had been easily available if I would have made the transformation permanent. I could imagine myself as a full time slave to a Mistress like Madeleine owned and branded with her name. I do know now that with the sex change I could have worked as a woman in my present profession in these modern enlightened times. Money to keep up appearances is an important factor in trying to live and look like a woman. John is still a quiet and meek boy, fearful and nervous in social situations. However Joanna is out going, talkative like any woman, and has a much more cheerful personality. I don't know really why I am a CD and a B&D fantasist. Maybe it had something to do with my childhood, being unable to socialize, a lone child and a born loner? My only escape fantasy. My mother was in a manner of speaking a dominatrix. She kept my father well and truly under her thumb. Picked him up after work most days. When he worked in the city she went to the city every day, wandering about till he finished his job. She spent a lot on herself, event though my father was on a low wage, only the best was purchased, by lay buy. Dresses, jewelry, shoes and ousehold goods. I never realy knew my father as a person until after she died. I was kept away from other children, allowed to mix with others. I could not play sport, learn to swim or music at school because she would buy the equipment needed. I am short sighted and could not see the blackboard. I have a coordination problem that would have been improved if I had played sport. This situation could not happen in modern society with its advanced learning philosophies. My mother saw most other men and women as evil, with whom I was allowed not to mix or associate. The only things I could do had to be in secret or in my imagination. I learnt about the outside world or others through books borrowed from libraries. I am still an avid reader. I was and am still an outsider. I never met any of my other relatives until recently. There was of course a deep family secret which remains hidden. I suspect I have a half brother alive somewhere, maybe in Queensland where my parents were born. There were two other women in my life. The first I met at work, fell madly in love with her. She seem to like me, was friendly on and off. But I could never get close to her for some reason. I discovered only recently she had been a frightened and then undecided lesbian. I still think about her and love her. The other woman who greatly influenced my life and who still does affect my life, I met about 20 years ago at a B&D establishment. She was sitting on a lounge crying her heart out. She was the widow of a surgeon who I worked for during a holiday relief job in Queensland. She had been in desperate straights after marital problems with a second husband and having bought up 4 children alone. Susan, in dire need of money, had tried to take on the position of a submissive female. The first whipping she had received that day was a heavy 60 lashes. Her lifestyle had been one of wealth turned into poverty. She had always been a little unstable. Now she suffered from Bipolar disorder or manic depression. She was in a mess mentally and physical. When I saw her on the lounge crying, I had a vision of us as women together outside a cathedral in medieval times when our names were Cedwen and Kerriden. I instantly fell in love with her. She was very overweight then but still a beautiful woman in my vision. I spent the remainder of my time there not seeing Mistress Barbara whom I had come to visit, but in talking and comforting Susan. I went home a few days expecting never to hear from her again. When 3 months later I received a phone call from her. She had set up a B&D dungeon herself and had employed 2 other Mistresses to look after the clients. I soon went down to the city to visit her at her establishment. We went out and had dinner several times. She asked me if I wanted to have a B&D session. I said no I was here to see Susan not Mistress Cedwen, the name that she had adopted. I helped her do some further setting up of the dungeon. We spent a week together with me sleeping in a separate room then I returned home. We phoned each other regularly via long distance calls several times a week. I went down to visit her again several times. Only after about 12 months did she invite me into her bed. Susan became the second woman other than my wife that I had hugged, kissed or made love. She was however very ill and subject to mood swings, hypochondria and sometimes violence. I began to regularly receive depressed suicidal calls from her at home and work. She regularly took overdoses of her. Medication. The complete story of Susan's life experiences both real and imagined could easily form the basis of a novel or soapy. She eventually broke down completely, and then left the city to live in a large country town. Susan told a lot of stories some real and others out of her imagination. She quickly makes an impression on people when she is what I call her real self, which is a bout 25% of the time. But then the other aspects of her character emerge and they quickly disappear. Strangely it is the stories of her imagination most believe. Then she changes personality. But the real adventures in her extraordinary life they tend to disbelieve, the phone calls and my visits to Susan continued and still continue to this day 20 years later. When I became ill myself, I went and lived with her for 3 weeks. But it was impossible to live with her and stay sane. I had no contact with her for several months till a phone call from her started the affair again. My wife met her and became friends of a sort. Of course they swapped notes about my strengths and weaknesses to my disadvantage, which resulted in my wife becoming a sort of dominatrix who delighted in punishing me in bondage and using. Susan told my wife about the various methods of B&D situations I could be put into also that she could use Joanna as her housemaid. My wife became ill also. It has become a triangle of sickness and pain within an impossible situation. Involving my wife, Susan and myself. The pains of whippings I still receive are less than the anguish and depression of ill health. What ever the outcome the feelings of love still continues to exist despite the pain or anguish that are a normal part of life as a human. I am now semi retired due to illness after working in the one position for 30 years. I cross dress as Joanna, about 3 days a week, wear a nightdress to bed every night. I have about 20 of them but only a single pair of men's pajamas. I am involved with B&D situations about twice a month with my wife when I am beaten, whipped or caned by my wife while kept in bondage or held within a set of wooden stocks I myself made, blindfolded and gagged unable to move or resist in any way. My wife after punishing me in bondage, arouses or teases me sexually with a whip or cane while I am still entrapped in bondage then rapes me until she is satisfied. My wife, often when John is spread-eagled, gets out my electric razor and completely shaves my torso and legs. Then she gets some scented lavender moisturizer cream rubs it all over my body and face the reshaves me with the safety razor, so Maid Joanna is all smooth and nice when she does the housework the day after. I always enjoy the confinement and discomfort of these 3 or more hour sessions looking forward to them eagerly. Other times I feel the whole thing is silly or crazy, I am mad. It does not last for long, before I am dressing or entering into B&D once more. Maybe because it involves the touch of another person feelings or the emotions that give life meaning? What ever I feel. There is nothing better than the feel of dressing up in lingerie, dress and make up, high heels and jewelry. Once transformed, I do not want to resume my male self. Alas it has to be done eventually. I undress as quickly as I am able to before I get despondent donning an evening dress when visiting Sydney go out to the opera usually alone. But if another CD accompanies it is fabulous. I remember the first time I went to the opera house at first scared but by the first interval strengthened by a glass of champagne I had no trouble lining up in the crowd of ladies to go to the powder room. Then touch up my make up at the row of wash basins with mirror about 20 meters in length or to admire myself in the full length mirrors along the opposite wall. A woman can change dress colour and style to transfer herself so easily into a different person. I can remember vividly my many adventures as Joanna or Johnny's B&D sessions over the past 50 years or so far better than my so-called normal working life which was boring but demanding because of the long working hours and being on call after hours 10 days on 4 off, However the fours days off often allowed time to dress and go out enfemme to other town s an hour and a half's drive from home. To doing the grocery shopping at the supermarket or buy new women's clothing or shoes, Of course I was eventually discovered when someone recognised who the odd looking woman was and told my wife who was at first horrified. But over time accepted that I was a cross dresser and the reaso