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Mardi Gras Reflections
Six Month Changes
Chapter 2
I shuddered as the belts internal dildos started their infernal
stimulation to my ass and my restructured sex. I could feel the metal
breasts shields start up and send current through them as well, causing
my arousal to rise even higher. The dildo, more of an anal plug really,
began forcing my already wide-open asshole even further apart,
straining my well-stretched asshole muscles. It felt like I had a
baseball bat up my ass, and I both loved and hated it. That's when the
dildo in my constructed pussy started vibrating, the vibrations causing
the padlock on my clit to send electric thrills throughout my body.
Thinking back to all the changes over the past year not only in her
life, but her body as well as the belt...
First few weeks
The First few days are a bit difficult; the belt doesn't allow me as
much hip movement as I've had previously. Another thing, do you have
any clue how frustrating it is to have an itch, locked behind a metal
shield you can't scratch!
I've also learned that touching of any kind is not permitted. If
Mistress catches me trying to touch or adjust my cock I get zapped. I
am to learn I am not allowed near my cock or balls ever, without her
permission, I think I've been shocked two or three dozen times for that
alone this week. Every time I want to adjust myself for a bit of
comfort I have to ask her if I can. I can do it when she's not on line
but it's getting to the point where I'm afraid to take the chance.
There was a time when I was sure she wasn't online, and went to try to
ease my hips a bit, and zap! I got it in both balls, and each ass
check. Believe me; I jerked my hands back so fast you'd have thought I
was shot. Easier to just wait and less painful.
Well, I learned another thing today, whatever you do, do not!
Oversleep, I'm used to waking up slowly, unless I know I have plans and
have to be somewhere by a certain time. Well let me tell you,
oversleeping now will get you shocked fast! I was up, rolling on the
floor, and crawling out the door before I knew what hit me. Once I was
out of the bedroom the pain in my nuts and cock stopped. But I lay
there for quite a while.
I'm not sure if this was a completely sane idea diary, but I'm in the
situation for the duration, unless I want to call it completely quits
with Mistress on all bases. Wish me luck, I think I might need it.
A humiliating moment
Well today was a bit embarrassing, here's what happened...
I was dressed today in my pink maid outfit on Saturday and I was
cleaning the house up as Mistress had ordered me to last night.
Mistress had ordered me to make sure I did a good job and was hand
washing some panties I'd worn over that last couple of days. I had put
the smallest latex inflatable butt plug like I had every day for the
last couple of weeks. It wasn't currently doing anything, for which I
was exceedingly grateful when I heard the doorbell ring. Startled I
moved to the door to see who could possibly be at my door when I
stopped. Here I was, dressed up in a pink maids outfit, wearing a
chastity belt with an anal plug up my ass, with matching four inch pink
heels, white hose with make up and a wig on. I couldn't even think
about opening the door. I was curious though so I went to peer through
the peephole. What I saw was a FedEx deliveryman. He had a handcart
with two more of those large boxes on it.
"Yes, may I help you?" I called through the door.
"Hello Sir, I have a shipment for a Ms Suzette Sucksalot, I need a
signature to confirm Delivery."
I couldn't believe it. Mistress had give out my submissive name to a
stranger. I liked the name, just never figured it would be used as a
name outside of our relationship. A small thrill of embarrassment went
through me at knowing another person knew about the name.
"Can't you just leave it on the door, I'll pick it up in a bit." I
asked.
"No Sir, I have to have a confirmation signature or take it back."
Here I was in a dilemma, and didn't know what to do.
"Open the door Suzette." I heard Mistress say.
"Mistress? You're here?" I asked, a bit startled.
"Yes dear, now open the door."
"But... Mistress, there is a FedEx man out there." I started to
protest.
"And?" asked Mistress.
"Does Mistress see the way I'm dressed?"
"So?" Mistress asked, rather mischievously and a bit heartless.
"I don't think I can do that Mistress."
"Oh? You don't do you?" Mistress asked, "Well let's see if this gives
you some incentive."
I could feel tingles in my nuts. The belts electric stimulation factor
had been turned on. But at a very low voltage, and I knew if I didn't
answer the door I'd be screaming in pain soon. What a predicament I'd
placed myself into when I'd locked that infernal contraption around my
hips.
Blushing four shades of red, I opened the door to the shocked look on
the guy's face as he saw me. He must have just stared at me for over a
minute before I finally managed get up enough courage to say.
"Yes? May help you?"
He must have gotten over his shock because he handed me a clipboard and
asked me to sign where he indicated. When I reached out to take the
clipboard from him a feature of the belt I'd felt only once when I'd
first put it on activated. I could feel the chastity belt begin
massaging my cock softly, the rubber lining milking my cock. I sighed
softly as the sensations started up. Taking the clipboard and pen the
guy handed me I signed it and handed it back to him. The whole time the
belt was almost stroking and caressing my trapped cock. The next thing
I noticed was the anal plug in my ass came to life. I had felt it
before. I'd been forced to feel it inflate, to vibrate, and to thrust
in and out of my ass before. But now it was doing all three at the same
time the belt was stimulating my cock. I was quickly becoming totally
aroused. All I wanted was this guy to leave so I could go enjoy what
was happening to me, but the guy checked the signature and looked back
at me.
"Um, Miss?" he asked dubiously "You've signed it with the wrong
signature. I need a proper signature on this receipt."
I sighed in growing pleasure as I looked down and saw I had written in
my real name of Robert Hammon.
"Yes? That's my name." I said, a bit huskily.
I think my male sounding voice was making it hard for him to deal with
the way I was dressed. And the hitch of excitement in my voice made him
look at me a bit strangely. God! He thinks I'm getting excited over
him. I couldn't help it but I blushed and looked down at the ground
shyly. I was embarrassed as hell. God I wished he'd go away.
"Ma'am?" he said a bit dubiously. "I need Ms. Suzette Sucksalot. Is she
here?"
I blushed even more and just reached back out to the clipboard
expectantly, holding out my hand, and waited until he handed it back to
me. As he handed it to me my hand touched his at the same time that the
belt gave my nuts a firm squeeze, and a particularly hard long thrust
of the anal plug pushed its way deeply into my sissy pussy. A soft gasp
escaped my lips, and I could feel my temperature rising. When I got the
pad I signed it 'Ms. Suzette Sucksalot', and handed it back to him. He
looked at me a bit strangely. Then read the pad, looked up at me and
smirked. I wanted to crawl into a hole.
"They're awfully heavy Miss, I wouldn't want you to strain yourself or
ruin your, um. er... dress."
Suddenly Mistress's voice called out from the house through the
speakers. The man standing before me and myself could clearly hear her
voice.
"Have him bring it into the bedroom dear Suzette."
"Claire! You can't be serious." I exclaimed.
"Slut! You will call me by my proper title! And you will obey me now!
And for your disobedience you will be punished! Now do what I say!"
I could tell, even without the loudness that Mistress was highly upset,
and I didn't need the shock in my ass checks to tell me what kind of
punishment I was going to receive.
I didn't quite scream, but it was definitely more then just a mere
squeak either. All I could do was thank my lucky stars Mistress hadn't
zapped me full blast. If so I'd have been lying on the ground right
there in front of him. Or even worse, falling to my knees as if asking
for something.
Having no choice I said, "Yes Mistress, right away Mistress."
"Good girl, show him to the bedroom, I'll be in the computer room, and
remember to curtsy properly."
God, I was absolutely mortified at what Mistress was saying. And
inexplicably, I was horribly aroused. The belt hadn't stopped its
sucking motions and my cock was hard as a rock, or would have been if
able to be. I was so close to coming when the sucking on my cock
stopped, I wanted to scream, and I had been so close. The plug in my
ass hadn't stopped and I could feel it shoving its way up my ass and
sucking back out slightly very, very slowly all the while it was
humming away. I thought that he could surely hear the sound of it as it
buzzed away in my bowels. And I couldn't help but squirm as I started
back into the house. Looking back over my shoulder I saw the FedEx guy
following me. He had his eyes on my ass. That was when I realized the
actions the belt where causing to my cock and up my ass where making my
ass swish back and forth like the slut Mistress claimed I was and would
prove I was.
I turned and continued back towards the bedroom with the guy following
me just knowing he was staring at my ass. I moved through the house
with mincing steps as the belt continued to drive me to the brink of
orgasm and stopping just short of it. Leading him back towards the
bedroom. As I moved towards the door I could feel my cock, balls and
ass starting to tingle with electricity as I got closer. The fence was
up! And I couldn't enter the bedroom. Mistress had activated it. How to
explain this.
"Straight through the door Sir. Just place it at the foot of the bed."
"Yes Ma'am." he said,
I heard something in his voice and when I looked up he was staring at
me with this huge grin on his face. I just knew he was laughing at me
inside.
Here I was, standing before him, in a pink maids dress, white apron and
stockings, pink heels, with cute lace cuffs and neck choker with a
frilly lace cap. Not to mention the chastity belt hidden under my huge
white petticoat and frilly pink panties, which he fortunately couldn't
see. Even though the blonde wig and makeup gave me a small female look,
the male voice not to mention the obviously male features gave away the
lie as to my true gender. And if he wasn't laughing out loud I was sure
he was only holding it in by a great deal of effort.
I ducked my head back down at that look. I couldn't hear anything for a
moment but the pounding of my own heart in my ears as I starred at the
floor again, and didn't realize he'd moved until I heard him burst out
laughing. As I started to cry in abject shame I could perfectly picture
what he was seeing...
As you enter my bedroom the most prominent feature is the huge four
poster canopy bed. It's to your left as you enter, along the left-hand
wall under a large window that looks out to the front of the house. Now
that wouldn't look so strange in and of itself but it was covered in
pink. Pink rushes, pink comforter, and even the pink canopy. And yards
and yards of lace covering it all over it. Their where dolls all over
the bed as well. Raggedy Ann, Betty Boop, Jessica Rabbit, and a few
Barbie dolls as well. All of my dolls and stuffed animals rest against
the big fluffy pillows laid against the headboard. And lying at the
feet of all those dolls a huge pink pillow covered in bows and
embroidered with "Suzette Sucksalot sissy slut" in bright red letters,
which Mistress had given me on one of my previous visits.
On the floor off to the left side of the bed, along the far wall, in
the left hand corner was a huge dollhouse I played at on occasion.
The dresser, directly across from the door on the same wall as the
dollhouse was done up in pink as well with little bears, flowers and
bee's and a honey pot decals all over it. That was where I had quite a
few of my ruffled panties, little belled and ruffled socks, some of my
diapers and rubber baby panties, some of my hair bows and clips, as
well as my pink and yellow booted adult baby sleepers.
Seeing as it was a large bedroom there was plenty of room for the adult
sized playpen in almost the exact middle of the room. I'd slept in it
the night before and my baby bottle and rattle where still laying in it
as well as the pink baby blanket with the bunny rabbits stitched all
over it.
As you stepped into the room and turned directly to your left the first
thing you noticed in the middle of the closer wall was the adult sized
highchair for babies to be fed at. Attached to the bottoms of the front
legs where circular rings to attach my baby legs to when I was fussy.
There where straps at the back of the seat on top of the seat, which
would run under my sissy baby ass and up between my crotch to the other
two straps attached to the sides. All of the straps locked in place
with a key to hold me to the chair and force me to be good. The tray
also locked in place as well with little padlocks. I'd sat in that a
few times, and even locked myself in it. But I'd had the keys close to
hand and could get out when I wanted. I'd dragged it out to the living
room and ate in it while watching TV. Oh no! I thought, I'd just
remember that the last time I'd been sitting in that chair, I'd been
playing with some little blocks and had spelled out 'I'm a cock sucking
sissy baby', if he bothered to look around a bit he'd have time to read
that. Please, please, please don't let that happen I prayed.
There was also along the same wall as the highchair, a large baby-
changing table. It was also pink and specially designed to my requests.
I could lie on it full length, my arms stretched out and locked in
place above me. The bottom legs extended upwards above the surface of
the table by three feet, a little like those stirrups for female exams,
only they went straight up where there where rings to bind a persons
ankles to. The best part of the table was the half moon cutout between
those two posts. It would support the ass end of a full grown person,
but was hinged so it could be lowered making it easier to remove a
persons diaper weather they where cooperating or not. Under the surface
of the tabletop was a medium sized shelf. On that shelf where
everything you would need for changing a messy baby, diapers, rubber
panties, baby powder, baby wipes, and locking diaper pins. I even had a
couple of locking rubber panties under there as well. Next to the
changing table there was a diaper hamper for pissy diapers, empty
currently thank god.
That's when I realized I hadn't straightened up the bedroom yet. I was
working my way from the front to the back in my cleaning. It wasn't
hugely messy in my sissy paradise but there were a few items in there
that caused my shame to grow even more. Thinking about them just made
the tears coursing down my face to flow like faucets.
I know there where some leather restraints on the pink dresser with the
locks besides them. Next to those cuffs was the smaller of the two
chrome anal plugs sticking straight up that Mistress had had me lock
into my chastity belt last night. Over by the dollhouse was the ball
gag Mistress insisted I wear when playing quietly with my dollies and
playing house. And tossed casually into the diaper hamper a pair of my
supper frilly ruffled panties, spelling out for the world to read
"Suzette's sissy punishment panties", I had placed there this morning
as I changed. Realizing what they said I could feel my ears almost
catch on fire with the warmth spreading from my cheeks, which I was
sure where bright red.
If I remember correctly the closet was open. And though I was still
acquiring sissy clothing I did have a bit of a collection. There where
about four or five dresses hanging from hooks, some ruffled panties
hanging up in there to dry, I hand washed all my cute sissy cloths in
Woolite. The door was standing wide open and you could see everything
from the center of the room in the closet.
Yes, I truly had the perfect adult, sissy baby bedroom and had been
proud of it.
All I could do was stand there in shame. Tears going down my face at
having been humiliated in such a manner.
"I have one more box to deliver... Miss... I'll be right back." I could
hear the laughter at that word Miss. Yes, he was laughing at me, most
definitely.
"O... O... Ok." I blubbered as he moved back through the house towards
the front.
I'm sure I mumbled to softly for him to hear me. But I heard him laugh
as he walked away. I was too shocked to move I just stood there. The
belt started up the sucking motion. I had been standing there hoping it
wouldn't. The tickles to my nuts increased as well. The anal plug in my
ass speeded up its vibrating and began trusting in and out of my ass
like crazy, fucking up into my ass hard and deeply. It had been almost
a three months since I'd cum, and much more of this teasing would have
me begging to cum, though I was almost already there anyway.
"Pay attention Suzette. When he comes back every time you say anything
to him you will call him Master. You will ask him if there is ANYTHING
you can do for him and let's not be coy. You know what I am talking
about. I do not want you to say it per say, but I want it understood.
And when he leaves, you will step outside to see him off, you will wave
at him and you will smile. And you better act like a sissy, you will
wave like a sissy, limp wristed and all. And you will curtsey to him.
Is that perfectly understood sweet slut?"
"Mistress! Please don't make me do that, please!" I choked through my
tears. Begging with my voice.
There was no response as I could hear the guy returning and waited for
him to put the second box in the bedroom. It must have been awfully
heavy; he was straining with this larger, flat, rectangular box.
Suddenly, all at once, the dildo deflated, it stopped vibrating, and
retracted and did not shove its way back up my ass. The sucking on my
cock stopped, while the strong rubber bladders in the belt mashed my
engorged cock flat like a vise, and all of the electricity devices
zapped me, hard. I fell to my knees, reaching to grab my cock not
thinking, and received another near crippling shock. It was all I could
do to remain kneeling there without keeling over, panting in pain, and
denied orgasmic release as the guy walked around the corner.
As the guy walked around the corner he stopped. Then started moving
towards the door with the second large but surprisingly flat box. As he
went past me he winked at me. I could have sworn that my heart jumped
up into my throat at that wink. As he came back out I was still on my
knees.
He said, "I think that I'll be going back now. You have a nice day."
"Thank you Master. Before you go is there anything sissy Suzette can
get for you, ANYTHING at all Master." I said, stressing the word
anything, as he stood there.
"Um, no, I really don't think you're my... um... type Miss." he said as
he was heading for the door. I could tell I'd defused some of his humor
in the situation but he was still smiling in a bemused way.
I walked him to the door as he was leaving.
"Thank you Master for delivering the packages. I hope you come back
soon." I managed to squeeze past the lump in my throat from the weeping
I had done.
I almost forgot to do it. But at the last minute I remembered to
curtsey to him at the door. It wasn't a very good curtsey. I was still
in a bit of shock over everything and wasn't putting everything into I
might have. And I'm not sure how it looked. But I placed one leg behind
the other, bent at the knees, lowered myself, bending at the waist and
grabbed my skirts. I raised only skirt, and only a tiny bit, and
dipped.
I stepped outside a bit warily as he was getting in his truck to leave,
looking around I saw a car coming up the street, and turned and started
to duck back into the house but just as I was doing that the belt
shocked me. Another of those sharp reminders I wasn't completely under
my own control anymore. I had to stand there as the car drove by. I
didn't recognize the driver so wasn't sure if it was a neighbor or not
but she was female, and I noticed that she was staring at me as she
drove by. I again blushed as my sissified self was exposed to yet
another person.
I watched the guy get into the truck and start down the street, and as
instructed I waved at him, with a real weak wristed motion. I even
managed a bit of a smile as he drove down the street.
After that I almost dove into the house I was so eager to get in out of
the public view.
"Oh God! That was fun." I heard Mistress say, and then heard her break
out in hysterics. She was laughing so hard at me. At that laugh I burst
into a fresh set of tears, bawling like a complete baby, crying my
heart out in humiliation. Mistress's laughter increased.
Now for over the last four months, even before the belt had arrived. I
had been taking female hormones. The physical characteristics hadn't
really progressed to the point where it was outstandingly noticeable. I
still pretty much looked like a man. But I'd noticed that over the last
month or so, my emotions had been deepening, almost out of control, but
at that moment I new I was almost hysterical with weeping.
I had known Mistress Claire could be a little sadistic but I had no
idea she would go this far. And at that particular moment I hated her
for what she had done. I didn't care; I started to try to get out of
the belt. Flipping my skirts up, and digging under all those
petticoats, and under my panties. At that point I would have gladly
tossed it out a window. I started tearing at the belt, trying to push
it off my hips, and prying my fingers, unsuccessfully, under the waist
belt.
After I realized I couldn't wiggle out of it no matter how much I
wanted to at that point, I ran, teetering on my heels towards the
bedroom, not caring, or even remembering that the bedroom might be off
limits still. Thankfully Mistress had turned the electric shock off on
the door to the bedroom and I flung myself on the bed, buried my face
into my sissy pillow and bawled my eyes out.
I guess she realized that I had been pushed beyond even my limits at
that moment because I started to focus on what was coming over the
speakers.
"...Listening to me Suzette? Sweetie, talk to me please. Come on
Suzette love. Please stop crying. I do love you, you know? There there
sweetie, every thing will be okay. I promise, come on dear. Talk to me
please..."
"Ho... How... How could you?" I blubbered. Okay, I was a mess at the
moment.
"Sweetie. You do remember talking to me about our mutual interest, and
you did say you enjoyed it."
"Yes. M... Mistress." I sniffled.
"And you know I wouldn't do anything you didn't say you didn't enjoy,
don't you?"
"Yes Mistress." I said getting a tiny bit more control over my rampant
emotions.
"Now then dear heart, go clean up your face sweetie. You'll feel
better. And we can talk. Okay love?"
"Y... yes Ma'am."
I got up, and went to the bathroom, and wiped my eyes with a Kleenex,
blew my nose and started to compose myself. Mistress and I started
talking. And for the next several hours talked about all that had
happened, decided a few things and after a bit things got patched up
between me and her and I went to bed feeling, after such a trying
ordeal, even more love and devotion to my loving Mistress.
When I went to bed that night Mistress had added a few rules to her
standing list of orders as well as a color copy of a woman's face.
1. You will now step up to the medium latex plug from now on. Put the
small one away until or even if I tell you to use it from now on. You
will eventually become accustomed to this plug and we will move on to
the largest plug I sent you.
2. Keep the smaller of the two chrome plugs in. when you become
accustomed to the medium latex plug we well graduate to the larger
chrome plug as well.
3. As soon as you finish assembling the items in the boxes you will
need to hook them up to the computer. Do not attempt to activate them,
just plug everything in. the passwords will not be provided to you to
activate them. I will do that and test them to insure they work
properly. Your sleeping arrangements will change after they are
installed so get used to it.
4. As I instructed you earlier. The time has come to start wearing the
latex anal plug at night when you sleep. From now on you will remove
the chrome plug and insert the latex one before bedtime preparations.
5. The belt can sense if there is an insert, and which one. From now on
you will have a half-hour in the morning after you wake but before you
begin your routines for the day. And a half-hour before dinner. Other
then that you will be filled 23 hours a day.
6. You will contact a Doctor on Monday and make arrangements for
cosmetic surgery. Your face is a little too manly and I want it super
feminine. I've been looking at faces for weeks and this is what I want.
You will also have your larynx shaved so that your voice is two to
three octaves higher. I want a nice husky 'female' voice for you slut.
7. Just as soon as the face heals you will contact a tattoo artist and
have blush, eyeliner, and your lips tone in a light permanent makeup to
enhance your new female features. The makeup will be light in color so
that you can color over it with darker colors, but light, yet strong
enough so you can pass without additional help.
Some new Daily activities.
7. From now on you will increase the size of your female hormones from
two to four times a day. Morning, Noon, Dinnertime, and before I tuck
you in for the night. The amount of each dosage will also increase by
half again as much as you are taking as well. If, within the next three
months your breast size is not large enough, an appointment to increase
them to "My" desired size.
8. You said you wanted to learn to sew. Well you will begin learning
and practice for an hour each day. Eventually you will sew yourself
several pair of frilly panties embroidered with all sorts of cute girly
baby designs for when you are here permanently.
9. You will watch whenever able, any soap opera you wish. You will
watch every day unless you are out running errands. You may be asked to
report the day's episode and any unsatisfactory answers will be
punished.
Lauryn
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