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The Little Rubber... By Sissy in Training Part 1: The idea It was Monday morning my day off from work. The wife was getting ready for work and telling me all of the chores she would like me to complete before she got home. As usual I was planning to spend the day relaxing in front of the TV with a few 12-ounce friends. I just kept repeating, "yes honey" as she rambled on. She said, "Better yet let me make you a list." Oh, great a list, this should be fun. She gave me the list and I started to read it: Make the Bed Do Laundry Clean the Kitchen Dust Vacuum Clean the bathroom Go to the Grocery Store. After reading the list I said, "What do you think I am your maid?" She replied, "That is a great idea." "What do you mean?" "Today you will be my maid. I want you dress up in that stupid maid's outfit you bought me last year, and perform all the chores on this list." "I'm not wearing any maid outfit, and even if I did, I am certainly not going to the grocery store in it." "Great, you said you would do it." "No, I did not." "Oh, yes you did. You just said, 'Even if I did I am not going to the grocery store in it.' Therefore, we will just remove the grocery store from the list." "Oh, no, I will do everything on the list, but I am not going to dress as a maid while doing them." "You do not have a choice. If you do not dress as my maid and complete all the chores by the time I get home then I will show all your friends the video of your little bedroom escapade the other week." "What video?" "The video of you not only getting it up the ass by your wife, but also how you licked up and swallowed all of your own cum when you were done." "There was no video of that." "Oh, yes there was, I had the video camera set up on the dresser, and tapped the whole thing." "Prove it," I said. She went and got the camera and pushed play. Just as she said, she had tapped the whole thing. Ten minutes of me on all fours taking it up the ass with her behind me pounding away. It even had audio of me begging her to fuck me harder. "You have to destroy that tape; no one can ever see that. They would kill me, if they saw that, I would be the laughing stock of the century, they would never let me live that down..." "Fine! All you have to do is what I told you to do. Dress up in the maid's outfit and complete all the chores on the list before I get home." Not seeing what other choice I had, I agreed to do it. Hell, everyone I know will be at work and it could be fun. It certainly would make the day go by faster. "Great, follow me and let's start turning you into my maid." I followed her upstairs to the bedroom where she told me to strip naked. I started to complain, but she warned me keep quiet and do as I say or "All your friends will be getting a copy of that video." "All right, I won't say another word." "Good, then let's continue." She handed me a bottle of hair remover and said start rubbing that all over your body. "My entire body?" I asked. "Yes, all good maids are hairless from the neck down. You do want to be a good little maid for me." "Yes, I do." I replied. "Yes what?" I didn't say anything. "Yes..." she pauses. "Mistress?" "Yes, Mistress, That is what you will call me today. Since you are my maid that makes me your employer or shall we say owner. And the proper way of answering your owner is 'Yes, Mistress' or 'Thank you Mistress'. You are not allowed to say the word 'No' to me all day. No, matter what I tell you to do. I do not want to hear the word 'No'! Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." I replied. "Good, I want you to rub that hair remover all over your body from the neck down. I do not want to see a single piece of hair below your neck." I started rubbing the cream on, all over. It felt cold and tingled. Once I had covered, my body she said, "Come over here and let me paint your toes and nails while the cream does its job." She pulled out a bottle of bright red nail polish a proceeded to paint my toes and fingernails. Once they were dry, she told me to "Get in the shower and wash off all of that nasty body hair." I could see all of my hair falling off as the water hit me. When I got out of the shower, I looked so funny. There was not a single hair anywhere below my neck. I got a shiver as I ran my hands up and down my legs; they felt so smooth and soft. "Good," she replied, "you're starting to look like my little sissy maid already." "Sissy maid?" I started to say when she reminded me about talking back to her. "Remember I can say, do or tell you to do anything I want and you are not allowed to say 'no'." "Yes Mistress." I replied. "Good, you're going to make a great little sissy maid aren't you?" "Yes Mistress." I reply again. "Now let's get that uniform on you. First, we need to hide that nasty thing hanging between your legs." She handed me a little black thong. As I put it on, I noticed how smooth it felt against my skin. She noticed it too. "Looks like you enjoy wearing women's panties." "No, I do not!" "What did you say?" "Yes Mistress I like wearing women's panties." "I can see from that bulge in your panties you're turned on by this." I just stood there, frozen trying to figure out what was going on. Why did this turn me on? I looked down at my feet and saw a pair of painted toes and smooth hairless legs. If I did not know they were mine, I would swear they were woman's legs. I tried to explain to my wife why I was turned on, but she ignored what I was saying. Instead, she handed me a garter belt, thigh highs, and a matching bra. "Put these on while I find you some boobs." I put on the garter belt and bra, which were no problem because I had seen my wife do it a million times before. However, when I started pulling up the thigh highs I noticed how silky smooth they felt. It made me harder then I already was. It could not help it; wearing woman's undergarments was turning me on. My wife came back in the room and noticed how hard I was too. "If you keep that up, we can make this a weekly occurrence. I am sure you will start looking forward for your day off seeing how much you enjoy being turned into a little sissy maid." I did not say anything figuring it would be best for me to keep my mouth shut at this point. She handed me two balloons. They were about 6 inches round and heavy. "What am I suppose to do with these?" "Put them in your bra my dear. I want my sissy maid to fell as if she has real breasts, so I filled them with gel." She placed them in my bra and adjusted them so they were even. "Now bounce up and down!" she ordered. I complied, the balloons started shaking up and down. I could fell them tugging at my chest. The movement was very realistic, and she was impressed. "Those will work for now. Let me help you into that uniform." She had me step into the outfit as she pulled it up and started lacing up the back. It was your usual French Maid's outfit. Short and low cut in the front and back. It didn't cover very much of anything when walking or sitting. "Next let's do your makeup." "Makeup?" I asked. "But of course," she said. "I cannot have my sissy maid looking like a man wearing women's clothes. We need to make that face look the part." "What part is that>" I asked. "Like the sluttish sissy maid you are." "Sluttish? Now I am a slut too?" "Of course you are, didn't you see yourself in the video. Only a slut begs to be fucked in the ass like that. And the way you licked up all that cum I think you would make a great dick sucker." I just kept quiet; I did not want to add any fuel to this fire. It was already getting out of hand and she has not even left for work yet. She started applying foundation and blush on my checks. She was outlining my eyes with black pencil when she noticed how thick my eyebrows were. "These are not acceptable we have shape them properly." She grabbed her tweezers and started plucking away. I jumped at first and she told me to, "Stop being a baby. I have to do this every week. You can take it this one time." I sat there trying to focus on something other than the pain. After what seemed like forever she continued to outline my eyes and added eye shadows and mascara to my lashes. Next, she outlined my lips and painted them a bright red to match the polish on my fingernails and toes. She stepped back to admire her work. "You look good now slut. You should see yourself with those seductive eyes and big pouty lips. You look like you cannot wait to wrap them around a big fat cock can you." I remained silent. "May I speak, Mistress?" "Yes, you may." "Thank you Mistress. Can I see myself now? You have not let me look in a mirror since we started, and I would like to see what I look like." "Not yet, I have to do something with that hair of yours." She grabbed her brush and gels and started twisting and teasing. "Your hairs too short slut!" she yelled at me. "What are you going to do about it?" "Let it grow out for you Mistress." "Good answer slut until then I will pick you up a wig and some high heels on the way home tonight. For now, I want you to walk around in your bare feet. When I get home you can put on the wig and the 6" heeled stilettos I am going to buy and make me dinner." "Yes Mistress." "You are getting good at this my little sissy slut. Now go look at yourself in the mirror." I walked over to the full-length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. I could not believe what I saw staring back at me. It was me, but I looked like a girl. My wife was right I did look slutty. My face, fake boobs, and maid's outfit made me into a little slut. I could not wait for her to get home with the wig and heels to complete the outfit. "Now while I am at work I want you to complete all the chores on the list. In addition, I want you to make sure you do not chip any paint off those pretty fingernails of yours or smudge your lipstick. I expect to see them as they are, and if they are not you will receive a punishment for every chip or smudge. Do you understand?" "Yes mistress." "Good, now go start working slut. You have lots of stuff to do before I get back." With that, I went down stairs to start my chores. She came down a couple minutes latter and left for work. Part 2: Problems arise A couple hours had gone by and I was working away at my list of chores. I had made the bed, cleaned the Kitchen and started a load of laundry. I decided I was making good progress and that I deserved a break. So, I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch to watch a little TV. The morning edition of Sports Center was almost over when I had to use the bathroom. When I entered the bathroom, I saw myself in the mirror again. Starring back at me was this big boobed maid with big pouty lips and a butch haircut. I started to imagine what I would look like with long hair and big hoop earrings hanging from my ear lobes when I was reminded of the reason I came to the bathroom in the first place. I stood in front of the toilet and raised my skirt but when I looked down, I could only see the huge mounds on my chest. I could not see my dick between my legs. I pulled my thong down and started to relieve myself when the phone rang. I finished relieving myself and walked over to the phone. I picked it up and said "hello", but there is no answer. I hang up, look at the caller ID screen, and see that it was my wife. Shit, I missed her call; she is going to be pissed at me now. The phone rings again and sure enough it is my wife. I pick it up and say "hello". "That is two." I hear her say. "Two what?" I ask. "That is three, do I need to remind you for it to be four?" she said. Shit, I remembered, I forgot to say "Mistress". "Hello Mistress." I respond. "That is more like it, but you still have three strikes against you." "May I speak Mistress?" "Yes, you may." "Thank you, Mistress. What do you mean I have three strikes against me?" "You did not answer the phone the first time I called. Second, when I called back you did not address me properly, and third you spoke to me without asking permission. Therefore, you have three strikes against you. That means you have three forms punishments coming to you. And, if the chores are not done or you have smudged your lipstick and chipped any of the paint on your nails you will have more. Remember I told you that for each chip you would receive a punishment. I was expecting you to chip at least three or four nails, but now that you all ready have three strikes I am going to have to think of some additional forms of punishment. So you better get back to work and be very careful not to chip any of those nails." "Yes Mistress." I responded and she hung up the phone. I set the phone down and continued with the chores. I was being very careful not to chip any of the paint on my nails and everything was running smoothly. I had completed everything on the list except washing the floors. I figured I still had a couple of hours before my wife got home so I grabbed a beer from the fridge and decided to do a little browsing on the internet. I have visited my share of porn sites, but not any of the men as women sites. Not knowing what BSDM or any of the bondage stuff was I decided to check a few of them out. I couldn't believe what I found. Sites filled with women with dicks and wives turning their husbands into worthless sluts or panty-clad sissy's that do all the housework. I told myself that could never happen to me. This was just one day, my wife was just having some fun, and getting back at me for all the abuse I give her about getting a boob job and dressing sexier. Site after site I keep seeing these women; men turned into women performing all sorts of degrading acts. I looked at the clock and couldn't believe what time it was. I was on the Internet for almost two hours. I quickly turned the computer off and started washing the floors. 'Great.' I thought. 'all done and my wife isn't home yet.' I was putting the bucket away when I noticed. I do not know how I did it but washing the floor on my hands and knees, I chipped three nails and put a run in one of my stockings. "Oh shit!" I cried out. "My wife is going to kill me when she sees this." I went upstairs to her dresser and tried to find another pair of thigh high's but no luck. I looked for the bottle of nail polish but that wasn't there either. Shit she took it with her. Then I heard a knock at the door. I stood still trying not to make any noise. Then another knock, this time louder. I looked out the window and saw my wife's car in the driveway. It must be her, so I went downstairs and unlocked the door. She must have heard the door unlock because I could hear her say, "You better be on your hands and knees when this door opens." I got down on all fours facing the door. It opened and she walks in, "Good my little sissy slut. You're getting good at this. I would almost think you like being a sissy slut whore. Now stay there while I look around to see what you have done." She walked around the house inspecting my work. "Good, good, good." she keeps repeating. "Well I am surprised, it seems you have completed all of your chores on time. Now stand up and let's take a look at how you faired." I stood up and walked into the kitchen. She had me stand with my legs spread and arms out at my sides, as she looked me up and down. "I see you didn't do so well. You already have three strikes from earlier today and it looks like you have earned a few more. Lets count; One for the run in the stockings, two, three, four, for the chipped nail polish, five for the smeared lips. That's a total of eight strikes you have earned today. Not good. That means you have eight forms of punishments coming to you, and I have thought of the perfect punishments for a sissy slut whore that you obviously are or going to be." I didn't know what to say, but after browsing those web sites and seeing what could be done. I didn't want to take any chances so I said, "Yes Mistress thank you Mistress." "Good my little sissy slut, you are enjoying this. We don't have much time so we need to get started." Not much time I thought, what could she be thinking of? She had me get down on all fours again as she went back outside. She came back inside with a box in her hands. "Here you go my little slut. These should make you feel better. I bought you a little present today, even though you do not deserve it." I opened the box and looked inside. Inside was a pair of black stiletto heels, the heels on them were huge it must have been five or six inches tall with a 1 inch platform. They were open toed with four buckles. The last buckle had a hole through the center of it. I hesitated not knowing what to say or do. "Well, put them on!" she ordered. "I want to see how sexy you look in them." I removed them from the box and undid the buckles. I put the left one on first, then the right. When I finished buckling them up she told me to stand up straight and hold onto the wall so I would not fall. As I grabbed the wall, she pulled something out of her pocket and reached down to my feet. She grabbed my left shoe and put something through the buckle and then the same to the right shoe. I heard a click each time. "What are you..." "Quiet!" She said. "You are not allowed to speak to me without asking permission first, remember. I will let it slip this time, but from now on every time you speak without permission, you will get a strike." Not having anything else to say I responded. "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress for the lovely shoes." "Good, now the clicking you heard was the locks I put on the buckles of your shoes. You will not be able to take them off until I unlock them. So I suggest you go along with and agree to everything I tell you to do." "Yes Mistress." She went to the closet and handed me my overcoat. "Put this on so our neighbors won't see what a worthless slut you are." "What!" "That's one more strike making nine." "No, I can't go..." "That is ten strikes." "But..." "That is eleven; you must think your punishments are going to be easy. You keep asking for more." I just stood there. "Now put your jacket on and get in the car." I froze, she would not dare take me out dressed like this, she must be crazy. Part 3: The punishments start "What will the neighbors think?" I just stood there, "This is enough I am not putting up with anymore. I am done with this, no more. You had your fun but this is going to far." She didn't say anything she just reached into her purse and pulled out the video. "Well then I, just I should start mailing these out. I am sure all of your friends and co-workers are going to get a big kick out of it. You know we will be getting a divorce. I can't live in the same house, having people look at me the way they will be looking at you." "NO! Don't do it. I will do anything you say, just please do not mail that tape out." "Get in the car now!" Is all she said. I took a step and almost fell on my face. "How am I supposed to walk in these things? It's impossible." "Baby steps, you need to take baby steps. Put one foot in front of the other." I tried again, this time I wobbled a bit. "Keep trying," she said. "you are going to wear them until you get good at it, so you better get use to them." I started walking around the house very slowly. It took about 5 minutes to start feeling comfortable. I slowly picked up the pace until I could walk at a normal pace without wobbling or falling. "You're getting the hang of it, now get in the car, we are already late for your appointment." 'Appointment?' I thought. 'What could she mean?" I put on my coat and headed out to the garage. I walked over to the passenger side of the car and opened the door to get in when she said, "What are you doing. That is my side of the car you're driving." "Driving, how am I supposed to drive with these things on my feet?" "Slowly." she responded. "Now get in the car and let's go." I walked around the car and got in the driver seat. It took some adjusting before I could get my feet to work the pedals. This was going to be a pain. Now I know what my wife goes through when she wears those big heels I bought for her. Luckily, it was getting dark outside. That should make it easier to drive unnoticed. I backed out of the driveway and asked, "Where are we going?" "That's twelve." "May I speak Mistress?" "Yes." "Where are we going?" "I am taking you to the beauty parlor for a wig fitting. I was going to just stop and get you one, but with all of the strikes you earned I figured some humiliation would make for a great punishment. The beauty parlor is your first punishment. The second is that you have to dress and be my maid again next Monday." Do this again, what could she be thinking? One day of this was enough, though I must admit it was fun, and the feeling of smooth legs with stockings on them kept turning me on. I could do this once a week I thought, what is the harm in it. She gets the house cleaned and I get to live out a little fantasy of mine. Maybe if I get good at it and do not earn any strikes she will reward me with some sex. I started to forget about how I looked and the other ten punishments I had coming to me as I drove through the city streets. That was until we pulled up to the beauty parlor and she told me to park across the street. I found a spot and parked the car. "Great, let's go." she said and got out of the car. I just sat there, no way could I get out and walk across the street. There were people all around that would see me. I heard a tap at the window and looked over to see her holding the video and pointing to the mailbox at the corner. I got out of the car and gathered myself. This will not be so bad; all I have to do is walk across the street and into the shop. I took one step and the six-inch heels quickly reminded my of my situation. My wife came over gabbed my hand and we started to walk. We received a few stares from people passing but no one really paid any attention to us. We got across the street and walked into the beauty parlor. That is when things started to go bad. The girl at the front desk asked, "Can I help you?" "Yes, we have an appointment with Cherri for a wig fitting." "Okay, just one second let me page her for you." The girl paged Cherri and asked to take our coats. My wife said thank you and handed hers to the girl. "Give the girl your jacket." she said to me. I did not want to take it off. Everyone would be able to see what I was wearing. It would be humiliating. "Take your jacket off." she repeated. I took it off and handed it to the girl. She just looked at me and giggled. She went into the back to hang our coats and Cherri walked up. "Hi, my name is Cherri, and how can I help you today." "Well this is my husband and he would like to be fitted for a wig." Cherri looked at me and said. "Why aren't' you the sexy one. Is this your first wig?" "Respond to her." my wife said. "Ahmm, yes this is." I said. "Don't you worry we will pick out one that fits your style. It's not everyday that we get to see a beauty like yourself in here." She grabbed my hand and walked me back to her station. "Now what are we looking for long and sleek or short and tussled." My wife spoke up. "He wants that slutty look to match his personality. Something easy to maintain but when you look at him all you think is slut." Cherri brought over some to try and placed them on my head. One after another they would ask the other girls what they thought and move on. After and hour or so they decided on a brunette wig that was shoulder length with layers that framed my face. She attached it to my head with some pins and styled it for me. As we were walking out of the salon I could here all of the women laughing. They were laughing at me. My wife looked at me and noticed my skirt was hanging up on my ass, and with the thong, everyone could see my bare ass and my dick tucked between my legs. I was so embarrassed I did not wait for my coat. I scampered out of the store and across the street as fast as I could. I got to the car and tried to open the door, but it was locked. I looked back and there was my wife on the other side of the street holding the keys in the air. "You might need these." I yelled at her to hurry up, but she just stood there. "Please, I am begging you unlock the doors so I can get in." She slowly walked across the street and unlocked the door trying not to laugh. I opened the door and got inside. "That was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me." "It might be, but it won't be the most, you're not done yet." she says. "Not done yet..." "Ssshhh, you don't want to earn any more strikes do you." I sat there quietly waiting for her to instruct me on where we were going next. "Two punishments given ten to go, let's see, ah yes, since you will be my sissy maid next week I think we need to get you a new maid's outfit and some accessories to go with it. I want you to drive me to that toyshop where you bought that strap on you had me fuck you with." I pulled out and drove across town. Getting out of the car, this time was a little easier. With the wig on people could not tell that I was a man. All they could see was a tall woman with high heels showing from underneath her overcoat. We walked into the store and my wife went up to the girl at the sales desk. "Hello. This is my husband." My face turned beat red. "He is looking for a more suitable outfit or should I say uniform to wear while on duty." The girl looks over at me. "That is a man. Oh my God, you do good work. He is very passable. Not like the others at all. Let's go in the back where I can get a good look at him." She led us to the back and helped pull my jacket off. "Nice, very nice." she said. "I like what you have on, very sexy or shall I say slutty." "Thank you." my wife said. "This is an outfit he bought for me to wear. Well now, it is his and he earned 12 strikes for breaking the rules today. So he needs an outfit that is a little more restrictive I think. Do you have anything?" "Well let's see. First, I would get him out of this lacy uniform and put him in a rubber one. We have one that is very tight and short. It will show off every curve, and those balloons for boobs. I would suggest a pair of silicone inserts, say, double D, and his waist could use some shrinking, a corset should bring it in two or three inches. What about his dickey? Do you have it constrained? Or is it just tucked in his panties?" "It is just tucked right now but I would like something that would hide it better and keep him from playing with it while I am not around." "We have a belt made for him but that he can wear long term, but it is a special order and takes 6-8 weeks to come in. However, for now you can have him tape it back or put him in a gaff." I just stood their not believing what they were saying and my wife responding great and what about this and that. They talked for 10 minutes and the girl disappeared. "This is great." my wife said." You are going to love your new outfit. It will be just as you dreamed and fantasized about." The girl came back with her arms full and pointed me to the dressing room so I could try everything on. "When you get to the corset give me a holler and I will help you lace it up." I took all my clothes off and remembered my wife had the key to the locks on my shoes. "Mistress." I called. "Mistress can you please unlock my shoes so I can take the stockings off." "Yes my slut." she responds. "You have him trained very well." the girl says. My wife, or should I say Mistress now, entered the dressing room and undid the locks. "Thank you Mistress." I finished undressing and removed the breast forms from the box. They looked and felt real. I placed them in my bra they were huge. They had to be twice the size of the balloons and they felt so real. With some adhesive and makeup they would look like real breasts. Next I pulled up the black rubber gaff. It forced my balls up inside me and pushed my dick back between my legs. Once it was on you could not tell I even had a dick. Next, I put on the rubber garter belt, pulled up, and attached the black rubber leggings. I put on the black rubber maids outfit but could not zip up the back, so I called for my mistress to help me. Instead, the sales girl came in and gave me a hand. "Let me help you with that corset. Your Mistress is up front looking at some of the toys we carry. I was showing her our wide collection of butt plugs and vibrators. She said that you already had your cherry popped so I suggested she try something bigger." She started tugging at the laces of the corset. She told me to take a deep breath and let it out as she pulled it in some more and tied it off. I could not breathe it was so tight." "Little breaths." she said. "You will get use to it. We still have two more inches to go, but I will let your Mistress decide on how far to tighten it for now." I tried to bend over and put on my shoes but the corset was too restrictive. The sales girl helped me put my heals on and complimented my good taste in heels. "Now let's show you to your Mistress, I think she is going to be very impressed." We walked out of the dressing room and my Mistress's eyes opened wide. "Perfect." she said. "You look just perfect. A little sissy slut, just as you wanted to be. You have to see yourself in the mirror." The sales girl pointed me at the mirror and I could not believe what I was seeing. Staring back at me was the image of a rubber slut. Makeup, hair, big boobs, rubber clothes, six-inch heels, and a tiny corseted waist. I just looked at my Mistress, and said, "Thank you Mistress. I love my new uniform." Knowing that if I said anything else, she would be upset and add more strikes to my total. "Great we will take all of it. My husband can wear them out of the store." The sales girl pleased with the decision said. "Of course." and rang up all the items for my wife. She put all of my old clothes in a bag and handed it to me. She gave my wife another bag, and said, "Thank you, please come back soon." I asked my Mistress for my coat, but she said, "No. You are dressed so well why would you want to cover yourself up." She walked out of the store and I had no choice but to follow her. I got a lot of stares and a few whistles. One guy even asked how much, but I put my head down and kept walking. We got to the car and my wife said she would drive. She did not want me to get into an accident in my new uniform. On the drive home she asked me if I was interested in that guys proposal. I asked what proposal? She said the guy that walked past and asked how much. I said, "No Mistress, I was not inter..." "Excuse me, what did you say? Did I hear you say No to me? I thought I told you explicitly that you are not to say the word "No" to me. That you are to only to say "yes" and do everything and anything I tell you to do. Now let me ask you again. Were you interested in that guy's proposal on the sidewalk?" I did not know what to say. Of course, I was not interested in having some guy fuck me or suck his dick. What was she trying to do? Sure we have talked about having her bring some guy home to fuck me and have me suck his dick when we played in the bedroom, but that is only fantasy not reality. Doesn't she realize that? Does she think this is what I want to become, a dick sucking, cum licking, ass fucking sissy slut. I thought this was just a game, playing out a fantasy. Not turn your husband into a sissy slut. I sat there thinking what to say. "Well, I am waiting for your answer." I figured it would be best to go along with her game. "Yes, I was interested in his proposal." I answered. "I like the idea of sucking on some strange guys cock and having him shove his big hard dick up my ass." "Really? You like the idea of that? I had no idea you enjoyed being a sissy slut so much. We might just have to make that happen." Make that happen. I did not know what to say, this was all going too far. The rest of the way home I sat in silence afraid to give her any more ideas. Part 4: The punishment continues When we arrived home, she told me to go inside and start making her dinner. All of this shopping had made her hungry. I asked what she would like to eat and started cooking. While the food was baking, I poured her a glass of wine and rubbed her feet. My feet were killing me. How could anyone wear these things all day, and this corset was so restrictive every time I tried to bend over I couldn't. I had to bend at the knees, which cause my dress to rise up and show off my ass. I served her dinner and stood by her side as she ate. After she finished eating, she told me to clean the kitchen and join her upstairs. When I walked into the bedroom, she was standing next to the bed. On the bed was an array of sex toys and devices. She told me to stand up straight with my legs spread and my arms out in front of me. Looking at everything laying on the bed, I did as I was told. First she picked up a pair of wrist restraints, attached them to my wrists, and pulled my arms behind my back where she buckled them together. Next came the ball gag. She told me to open wide and inserted it in my mouth. She attached the straps around my head and started to squeeze the pump. As she pumped up the gag, she said that I get one pump for each strike I earned. The gag was filling my mouth, pushing my tongue down and my checks out. She was only at eight and had four more pumps to go. When she finished pumping my mouth was ready to explode. I couldn't move my tongue, when I tried to speak all that came out was a faint oughg... "Good, now I will not be able to hear you scream as I continue your punishment." She attached a spreader bar to my legs, just above my knees. She started turning the bar and began spreading my legs further apart. She kept turning until she saw my eyes start to well up. She then grabbed the collar. This was not a standard collar it was tall and had laces on it. She pulled on my hair forcing my head to point up and slide the collar around my neck. She pulled at the laces making it as tight as she could without out strangling me. The collar prevented me from looking side to side or up and down. I could only look straightforward. "Now here comes the fun part." she said, and attached a chain to the collar. She pulled my head down towards the ground forcing my ass to jut out. She attached the chain to the bed, grabbed a whip, and started to smack my ass. Crack, one... crack, two... once again she whipped me for the number of strikes I had earned. With each crack of the whip, I winced in pain. My ass checks were burning, I could not take anymore, but with the gag in my mouth, she did not hear my screams. They were just muffles that she took as a sign of enjoyment. So each time she cracked the whip a little harder. After she reached the twelfth one she undid the chain and told me to get on my knees. I bent down trying not to touch my ass with my heels, it burned and stung. It hurt so much that it was starting to go numb. "Now while I let the burning in your ass subside I will review how many punishments you have received. Since you were a good little slut at the sex toy store I will consider the whipping your sixth punishment. The first; was going out in public to the beauty parlor The second; is you have no choice but to me my maid next Monday The third; was being dressed and humiliated at the sex toy store The forth; was having to make me dinner The fifth; is the gag and restraints you are wearing The sixth; was the twelve swats with the whip "Since it is getting late, I am only giving you one more punishment tonight. We will keep the remaining five for next Monday. Your final punishment tonight is to remain standing in the position I leave you in for a certain amount of time." She went over to the night table and pulled out some dice. "Now I am going to make this one easy on you. I am going to role one die. Whatever number it says is how many more dice I role. Each number will be multiplied together. She rolled the first die and it came up three. I felt relieved. That was not that bad, the worst could be three sixes. Next she rolled a two, six, and four. That is 48 minutes, not to bad, let's get you in position." She pulled me over to the window. "Now you must stand up straight, looking out this window for the next 48 minutes. If you move you will receive another strike." She opened the blinds turned out the light. "I will call for you when your 48 minutes are up. You then have 5 minutes to get downstairs and kneel at my feet; if you don't make it then you can plan on spending the rest of the night in that outfit. That will be your eighth punishment, but it will be up to you if it happens." I was left standing there looking out the window. Luckily we lived on a quiet street with little traffic. It was dark out and most people would be inside watching TV by now. Time was going by so slow, and my feet were killing me. Actually my whole body was sore. I had been in this outfit for over three hours now. The corset was squeezing me tight and the heels were killing my feet. Everything about this outfit hurt. I tried to think about something else, but couldn't. I spent the rest of the time trying to figure out what the rest of the punishments were going to be. Already she had me in a tight rubber outfit, bound, and gagged. The only thing she has not done was shove a butt plug up my ass. I figured that was coming next time, but I'd have to wait and see. Suddenly I heard her call. "You have five minutes to be kneeling at my side." I tried to turn and walk, but the heels and spreader bar prevented that from happening. The best I could do was take small steps, like I was waddling. It took forever to reach the steps. That was a whole other challenge. Without my arms for balance I figured I would trip and fall so I got down on my ass and slid one step at a time. The carpet on the steps burned my already sore ass, but I had to make it by her side before the time was up. I definitely did not want to spend the rest of the night in this outfit. "30 seconds..." Almost there, I fell forward and rolled over on my side. I tried getting to my knees but my legs where spread too wide. "Times up!" My heart sunk, so close, and she did not even care. "Augh, my poor little sissy slut fell. Did you hurt yourself? I'll tell you what; you made such a good effort at it I will remove the gag and restraints for you. You can spend the night in the rest of the outfit. You need to get used to it since you will be spending a lot of time in it for now on." She removed the restraints and my arms and legs felt numb. When she removed the gag I couldn't feel my tongue, my mouth was so dry. "What do you say?" she asked. "Thank you Mistress." "What else?" "Thank you for turning me into your little sissy slut Mistress." "Really?" she said. "You really liked being my sissy slut today didn't you. I should of known this is what you really wanted from how turned on you were this morning. I bet if I remove that gaff, your little dickey would be hard in an instant, wouldn't it." "Yes Mistress." "Now you get upstairs, wash your face, and get to bed. You had a long day and need your beauty rest. I will be up to tuck you in."