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Mardi Gras Reflections The Presents Chapter 3 My reverie was suddenly broken as I felt my arms lowering and released, just to be locked behind me. The vibrations in my ass and pussy stopped. A tap on the inside of my left inner thigh let me know I could bring my legs slightly together. After I had done so there was a tug on my collar, and knew I had been leashed. Following the directions of the tugs with alacrity I moved through the house blind, deaf, and mute. Falling would bring punishment and had learned to step carefully, but with haste. I had performed this so many times in the past I'd learned to accept what came. I followed Mistress with blind devotion and complete trust knowing that I could completely trust Mistress unless she had an absolutely horrendous day. Thankfully she hadn't as I didn't go tumbling. Eventually I felt the leash go slack and dangle downwards and stopped. With my hands cuffed behind me, legs spread properly; I kept my head up, and waited. It didn't take long. And I could feel the hood being slowly removed. My flushed face told Mistress all she needed to know about my state of arousal. I'm sure the heat in my face hide my embarrassment but it sure made me more aroused. Mistress ran her hands over my leather bound lips, then over the steel encased breasts and nipples. Mistress trailed her finger down and around behind me, over my cuffed wrists and their accompanying marks, then fondly patted my steel covered ass where the permanent mark of her ownership and my complete enslavement by her was. She walked slowly around me and I straightened up even more for inspection. She smiled and I felt a little butterfly of dread and happiness leave my stomach. I'd past inspection. She moved off to sit in a leather chair as I stood there and after she had sat said "Do you remember dear Karl Kragger?" I remembered him. I would always remember him and the wonderful things he had done to make me pretty for Mistress. I bobbed my head yes to Mistress's question as she smiled. "Well it seems that my good friend Karl has gone and done it again for me, someone else is now sporting yet some more interesting new jewelry and tattoos." Mistress started laughing so hard I thought she was going to start crying tears of laughter. I could only stand there and imagine what Charlene had have done to her as I recalled that eventful morning and day. "Yes, it seems as if the little thieving bitch has herself a whole new set of adornments" I thought about all that had been done to her and shuddered at the thought. I already knew she was pierced and tattooed extensively?and could only imagine what else had been done to her in her predicament? Installation and set up The next day after a long talk with Mistress the evening before and a long night's sleep. I got to sleep late after yesterdays, Saturdays, trials and tribulations. Waking up slowly was a real pleasure and I enjoyed it immensely. I lay in bed for a bit and just enjoyed the pink silky sheets I was in. I just loved the feel of silk. I looked down at my body under the sheets. I could tell the hormones where working to transform my ugly male body into feminine loveliness. My breasts, even before the hormone treatments had been a small A sized cup, and with the hormones where working into a real respectable B cup bra. Soon, with the hormones I'd be a full D, if Mistress insisted later on fuller breasts I might not need that large an increase in cup size, which was a good thing. My legs where currently shaved and smooth, and with the soft body creams and other items I was shaping up rather nicely. After admiring my budding female sexuality for a bit I looked about my sissy bedroom. I noticed the large flat box leaning up against the wall next to the closet, and stacked up in front of it, the large square boxes the FedEx man had delivered here yesterday. Thinking about it now, after the fact started to arouse me. Mistress had been correct. I did enjoy humiliation, just wasn't sure I'd been expecting it on that scale. Looking at the boxes my curiosity began to grow and after a bit I got up and got ready for a strenuous day of activity by dressing for a bit of exercise. Now I wasn't allowed male clothing, but I did have some cloths that would work. Dressing in some shorts with the zipper on the side, and a white T-shirt with "I'm a princess" in bold letters on the front. I tied off the shirt under my tits and began to open boxes and items, amazed at some of the stuff I was seeing. Dear Suzette: You will find some interesting items here. Instructions are provided for each of the packaged items. Set up the cage and lock box in the play room. Put the frame under the bed. The TV controllers should be obvious as to where they go. The lighter box has some nice presents I've purchased for your wardrobe on E- bay, and a couple of other proper sissy sights on the Internet. I'm in the process of purchasing other items for your growing playroom. Wish me luck slut. Love and kisses xoxoxox Your Mistress Claire P.S. there is no need to rush getting these items done quickly. We'll play with them eventually. The long rectangular box had a collapsed cage in it. Three black, metal sides to it, each side six foot tall by four foot wide. There was an additional side; this one had centered in it a two foot wide door in it. There where also two four foot by four foot wide squares to it. A bag full of nuts and bolts and other assorted items was in the box along with the metal sides, top, and bottom of the cage. I figured I'd soon be locked inside of this fairly quickly so I read the directions and began assembling it. I found out that one of the square pieces was the bottom and one the top. The bottom one had an electric control box on it, on the underside where the legs attached also to it. It was also one solid piece, unlike the top, which was a latticework of bars. Putting it together wasn't difficult as the instructions where very explicit and simple to read. It was heavy work though. All the metal weighed a great deal, and once it was assembled wouldn't be easy to budge. I set it up in the play room in a corner and looked at it with a shiver realizing Mistress had another set of plans for this slut. I plugged the extension cord into the wall and into the power inlet for the cage. And spent another twenty minutes running the second cable into the wall up into the ceiling again, and over to the computer room. I couldn't completely install everything yet as the signal to my belt was being beamed into the computer room every hour that Mistress was offline. She didn't want me in the room trying to tamper with the password to the computer and the settings on my belt. And she definitely didn't want me out of the belt. Even walking along the rafters in the ceiling to pull the cable along behind me I could almost feel the tingles in my nuts. After climbing down out of the attic I proceeded to open up the next two boxes. I started pulling out a number of items. I pulled out a rather strange looking remote winch like device. The cable sticking out of one side was looped and welded shut. There was a slot for a plug in back. I pulled out four of those and another black box that had four inlets and one outlet. Also in the box where also a number of metal braces. After reading the instruction I figured it out. The metal braces where all securely bolted together and would be slipped under my sissy bed. Each of the four metal winches where also bolted to the braces at each of the four-corners of the now constructed frame. The last box was placed at the head of the frame if you desired. The frame also could be tilted up at a forty-five to seventy-five degree angle. Or bolted to a wall. Cold to the touch if you laid on it until warmed by body temperature. For now I slipped it under the bed. It was a sturdy metal frame and a slightly heavy. I had plugged all the wires and power cables into each winch and into the remote control box on the floor near the head of my bed, and once again climbing into the attic ran a bunch of cables. This place up where was beginning to look like a giant spider hangout with all the stuff strung from here to there. On the bottom of the box where four large square wooden platforms. There was a steel pole lying on top of them. It looked like this one had a winch as well, with a bit of a different, it had light sturdy chains on it. With six different wheels on it obviously designed to reel in each chain separately. There was also a number of loop ended screws on it. After reading the directions, which I was doing a lot of today, I began to assemble this thing. The four platforms all fit together by placing them side by side and attaching with a latch on one side of one of the platforms to a U-bolt in the corresponding side of the other platform. There was a steel plate screwed to the now constructed platform for attaching the pole to. The pole was three feet tall and about an inch thick with steel O-rings welded to one end of it. I could see now what was to occur after attaching the winch to the back of the not built pole platform. More then likely I would be knelt at the pole in some way with the chains on the wheels running through all the loop screws. Either on my knees or back, or with my back against the pole, the chains running through the loops of the screws and attached to ankle or wrist or even collar. There was also an electric lock box. It was about two foot by a one foot by one foot square. What she had in mind for this I wasn't sure. There was also one of those privacy boxes you put outside your door, to talk to people to find out who was here. The wires to it where to be run into the house and into the back of the computer. I guess Mistress was going to be talking to a few people before they entered the house, if she wished to from now on. I also pulled out a small ear piece, and realized that it plugged into one of the slots in the back of the collar. The other had been for charging the collar which I had done every day religiously. If I hadn't I knew I'd have been punished. Now, when I was out. Mistress could talk to me. She had been able to see and hear all that was going on, but not respond. The last items in the first box was a for the TV's in the house of which there where three. They would control the power on the TVs as well as monitor content. I suddenly had the feeling I was going to be doing a lot of soap opera watching and very little in the way of unwanted male shows. She was turning me into the perfect feminized little she-male slut that real Men had been claiming they wanted in a real female for years. I opened up the second box and was actually surprised to have my apprehension relieved. There where all kinds of cloths in there. There where panties, skirts, and blouses. Inside where slips, dresses, and bras. There where nighties, chemise, and even a few shoes. They where maid of silky, satin, lace, ruffles, vinyl, leather and even some rubber PVC. And I squealed when I saw all that stuff in there. I immediately began taking out each plastic wrapped piece of clothing or outfit. It wasn't until I got to the bottom that I began to really start to feel that control Mistress had over me again. Lying on the bottom of the box where four-silver items, small, not very big. Some matching steel wrist and ankle restraints that went with my belt and collar look. There was also a small but sturdy O-rings on them for attaching small padlocks, leashes, and rope. Two of them where about a half inch wide, a little thick, padded on the inside with leather like the collar. The other two where the same except that along one edge of the restraint there was a silver chain welded to it at regular intervals around it, causing the chain between each little weld to dangle slightly. Strung along the chain, dangling between each weld was a little bell and just knew that those two restraints where to be placed on my ankles. They tinkled and jingled as I moved them, and knew I would be even easier to find if I moved The other thing in the bottom of the second box was hard as hell to figure out at first, it looked like a spaghetti tangle of leather straps buckles, a hard object in a black leather case, and a large black rubber cock. Looking at the cock I could only guess, but believed, it was a mold of someone's real cock, it looked so real. It even had a small hole in it in the tip of the cock head. Now what is this? I began to figure out this tangle of straps. One strap went around behind the neck to lock behind my head. One strap locked under my chin. Another of the straps went the top of my head from facial cheek to facial cheek and buckled on the left facial cheek. There was a small triangle through which you put your nose and that went up to the top of the overhead strap where it passed through a loop. It then went down the back of my head to the strap in back of the head and locked in place there. Attached to the back of the head strap was where the medium sized leather box sat, one side of it had a snap closure so I opened it. Inside was a large red box, there was a place to put batteries and a wire ran off from it, into the case, and into the dildo head harness gag. I figured I'd better have fresh batteries in it so I put in four D-sized Everyready batteries. The other side also had a snap closure, and when I opened it, I pulled out an empty plastic container with a tube running into the case. I figured that if you filled the container you could make the dildo ejaculate. Small wires attached to a tiny motor on the container made that guess pretty certain. I filled it with water, for now. There will places along all the straps for attaching clips, locks, and/or leashes. Finally after working all day Mistress logged on and we began checking all the wires, and connections and getting everything hooked up to the computer. More and more of my house is being automated to run by remote, and I had no way of changing it. Mistress wouldn't give me the passwords to the remote control's program or even bring it up while I was in the computer room, and this room's electric fence and emitter where constantly on when I wasn't in here with my Mistress online. Heck, just walking by the door when the fence was up gave me the mild tingles. We hooked up and checked the door on the cage, each of the winches on the frame under the bed, each separate wheel on the platform to see if they all responded properly and lastly we checked the head harness. I could now see that the dildo pumped up and down, and the water did squirt out of the head of it. Following Weeks Saturdays adventure part 1. Bed torture Two and a half weeks later, as I had been ordered in the new orders gone to a plastic surgeon and was almost fully recovered and was on the new regiment per the rules. My face had been worked on, and my Adam's apple shaved and now had a sexy, husky female voice. The few times I'd been on the phone I'd always been called Ma'am, or miss. When Mistress released the chrome plug in my asshole I picked up the second largest inflatable anal plug and slowly began to ease it into my ass. It wasn't as much of a stretch as I was afraid of, but I'd been wearing the other plugs now for several weeks and had stretched out my asshole a considerable amount. As soon as it fitted into the slots the little internal locking device activated, ensuring I wouldn't be getting it out of myself any time soon. Standing and settling it in my ass as best I could. Getting used to the new full feeling I moved over to the dresser, and pulled out one of the new nighties, and matching ruffled panties. I also grabbed a diaper and a rubber diaper cover. First I went over to the bed and lay on it. Slipping the disposable diaper under my ass I pulled the taps open and closed it around my waist ensuring a snug fit. Next I pulled up the yellow rubber panties over it, I wasn't sure exactly how long I'd be bed bound and wanted to make sure I didn't make a mess. I went back over to the dresser to finish getting dressed now that I was in my diaper over my chastity belt the crinkling and crackling of my diaper was very loud, and distinctive. Anyone hearing that sound couldn't possibly mistake it for anything else. Pulling the panties up my smooth legs always sent a thrill of excitement through me. And I loved what Mistress had had embroidered on them. In a great shade of purple was "Suzettes wants to suck peepee's" on them on a bright yellow background with white ruffles, the cute baby doll nightie that matched it had "sissy baby sucks" over the left shoulder. The material was smooth, sexy satin and I loved it. The cute little yellow booties also looked cute as well when I put them on. Walking over to the bed sent twinges up my spine from the new anal plug in my ass. The tinkling of the bells on my new sissy slut slave bells was a pretty accompaniment to my mincing steps. When I got to the bed I started at the top right hand side of the bed and pulled the cables up from the winces attached to the frame under the bed. I worked my way around the bed stopping at all four of the corners and pulling the loops up onto the bed. Once that was done I looked in the nightstand where some very un-babyish items where kept. I took out four sturdy locks. I also pulled out a pink sleeper mask, it was as good, if not better then a lot of blindfolds that where out there. It effectively blinded me while I was wearing it. And last I pulled out the new dildo gag with the extending penis on it and placed all that on the bed. I put the keys to all the lock on the nightstand next to me and proceeded to lock myself up. Taking the locks I locked the cables to my ankle restraints then moved to place the locks on my wrist restraints. With an audible sounding click, the locks where in place. While I still had slack I grabbed up the pink sleeper mask and put it on. "Mistress, I'm ready", I said. "Good, get ready sweetie. For the foreseeable future this is how you are going to be spending your nights, now put the gag in and try to get comfy" "Yes Mistress", I said what else could I do. Taking and inserting the dildo I could just taste the hint of banana and realized Mistress must have coated it with some flavor stuff before she sent it, and I was actually grateful. It didn't taste so bad. After locking all the locks to the head harness gag I waited. I could hear the winches start up and draw out the slack. I lay in the center of the bed and waited. After a bit I could feel the winches pulling my limbs out to the four corners of the bed and spread eagling me outwards. After a bit the strain became very tight and still the winches pulled. Finally they stopped. "Dear, is that ok? I want you stretched out so I can look at you, I don't want you in a lot of pain though." I shook my head no to her question. "Well dear, you should have said something. Oh my, how forgetful of me. You have a cock in your mouth" Mistress laughed at her joke as the winches gave out a bit of slack. "If I'd kept going I could have seriously hurt you. That's not good" she said a moment later more seriously "You always need to tell me if I'm hurting you more then you can stand at the time. I judge if that is true or weather you can actually take more, but I don't want to cripple you by dislocating a shoulder or pulling your limbs off. Is that perfectly clear love?" I nodded and shuddered. I didn't know the winches where that powerful "Good. Now try to get some sleep. And oh, I've stopped the shock feature on your belt for the morning alarm. You don't have to worry about having to endure that pain if I don't get up early enough to release you. And the diaper should take care of accidents my cute little sissy baby should make during the night. Sleep well sweetie" It took me a while to find a semi-comfortable spot, the anal plug kept making itself felt, and I wasn't used to having my limbs stretch out like this. But eventually I finally fell asleep. It was a bit fitful and I was having a strange dream. I was dreaming I was driving down the rode and other cars kept flashing their high beams at me. I woke up at that point and trying to see what was going on. I wasn't very effective at that. But for a few more moments the flashing continued and I thought I heard a clicking sound. Later I wasn't so sure it wasn't all part of the dream. I woke up slowly feeling this strange sensation, and in my half groggy awake state it took me a bit to realize what it was. When I finally did I knew Mistress was in a playfully sadistic mood. What I was feeling was the belts stimulation factor, the little mild tingles to my cock, and the sucking sensation of the inflatable bladders milking my cock. After about ten minutes of this I was ready to climb the walls and was humping my ass up and down in a vain effort to rub something, anything. That's when I heard Mistress's amused chuckle and everything stopped. I whimpered a bit and settled down finally and drifted back off to sleep. Again I awoke to the belt doing its diabolic worst. The belt was sucking my cock like a warm mouth, and the electric stimulation to my balls had me humping at the air again. That's when the cock in my mouth started growing and I could feel it pushing down my throat. I was forced to suck the cock as it went down to the back of my mouth. I started gagging as it stayed there, and stayed there for what felt like the longest time. I swear I could feel myself turning blue. Finally I felt the penis starting to retract. I sucked in a lung full of air and started to cough, thank god the cock hadn't started back down my throat. After the coughing fit ended it did though. As soon as I'd regained my composure though the rubber dong started its way back down my throat. Again I felt like my air had been blocked off. I could feel the head tickling the back of my throat and again I started to almost retch. Again it retracted. This must have occurred for about a good fifteen minutes. The whole time the belt was driving me mad with lust. I was almost there when both the belt and the face fucker stopped. I moaned and groaned. Mostly cause the belt stopped. During the rest of that night I was awoken five more times, and by the morning, I was as wet as a sheet, hornier then ever and sucking the cock into the back of my throat, if not like a pro, pretty darn close to one. It was going on four months since I'd had an orgasm and was willing to do anything, and I men anything to orgasm right now. The last time the belt had gone off by itself and the dildo gag hadn't. I also hadn't heard anything from Mistress like the last time. As near as I could tell it was around nine thirty or ten in the morning and the belt had aroused me and left me even more frustrated about three hours ago. I had managed to drift off to sleep after an hour of wiggling and squirming around and wouldn't be up now except for one thing. I had to go pee. I couldn't really ask Mistress to let me out of the restraints and doubted she would anyway if she knew of my predicament. I was in a bit of pain from the denied morning bathroom erection. And all I could do was to try to hold it until Mistress woke up and let me up to go. Well I managed to hold it, for about a half an hour before I was ready to bust. Finally I couldn't hold it anymore and proceeded to pee my diaper. I could feel the blush spreading up my face. Here I was, knowing that I had still been born male, but was now almost more female then male, being turned into a sissy baby slut. And humiliated and made to wet my big baby diapers. It was almost more then I could handle. Little did I realize what Mistress had in store for the rest of this Sunday? Next Day Sundays Adventure part 2 Tattoo's I lay in bed in my wet diaper cold diaper all squishy. I'm sure it was noon by now and Mistress still hadn't gotten up to let me free. I'd had to go to the bathroom again since this morning and I was sopping wet. "Hello babygirl," Mistress said finally. "Mmmphh ohph mphisses." I mumbled. "Did you enjoy the evening sweetie." Oh I could tell Mistress Claire was in one of her mean moods. She had something planned, I just had no idea what. "Guess it's time to let you up huh baby? Well if I have to" I could hear the smirk in her voice. "After all, your present should be here in about twenty minutes or so." Now what I wondered as the winches unwound and started to release me from the bed. With the coils of cable relaxed I could stretch out to get the keys and unlocked myself from the cables. I fumbled around a bit trying to get the cock gag off my head but eventually succeeded. Talking off the blindfold I glanced over at the clock. Wow, Mistress had kept me in bed till eleven thirty. I rolled over to get out of bed and could feel the weight of the very full diaper dragging at my ass. I stood up and started to waddle towards the bathroom. "No you don't sissy baby" "Pardon Mistress?" I asked. "You don't get to remove your wet nappy until your present arrives." Knowing it was futile to argue I simply said "Yes Mistress" "Drag your highchair into the living room baby and wait for your surprise" "Yes Mistress," I said as I started waddling over to the highchair. I half dragged half carried it into the living room. I set it up facing the TV and since I was a bit thirsty went to get me a drink. Figuring today was going to be a baby day didn't even bother to try to get a glass. I got one of my baby bottles from the bedroom and went back into the living room and climbed up into the highchair. The full diaper was starting to feel very unpleasant as I sat down and pressed my bottom down into the diaper. It was unpleasant. But I didn't have no choice and snapped the white plastic tray into position, and sat down to watch TV, I had placed the remote on the tray before picking it up and putting it on the chair. I was trying to change the channel but nothing was happening when I pushed the remote. The channel did change after a second though. It flipped over to channel 9, the public works channel and I started to get that sinking feeling as the purple menace came on. Yes, Barney was playing. I hated this show. I tried to just turn the TV off but it looked like my remote was dead. I was stuck with this channel or nothing. I got up to go change turn the power off when I felt a sharp shock to the tip of my cock head, and Mistress telling me to be a good baby, sit there and enjoy my show, and suck on my bottle. I leaned back into my chair with a wet little plop and stuck my bottle back in my mouth. I sat there and listened to Barney sing that horrible song for about twenty minutes and dance around with all those kids when I heard the doorbell ring. Without thinking I started to get up to go look through the peephole when I got that warning in my nuts. I could barely make out some noise coming from the front door. I was straining to listen to the outside door call box but try as I might I could not hear anything being said. I did hear the front door unlock and open and was beginning to curse the day I installed those auto doors and locks. "Hello! Suzette! Are you here?" called out a man's voice! Who is this? Why is he here? What is Mistress doing?!?! I tried to get up once again but Mistress hit me with shocks to all of my tender spots all at once and I yelled out in pain and planted my butt back in the highchair as if it was glued there. "The little sissy slut is in the living room Karl." Mistress said over the speakers. I didn't say anything but tried to cower and hide. Like that was possible. "Gotcha Claire". The man walked around the corner. He was very tall. I would guess at six foot three to six foot six. He had to be about one hundred sixty pounds to one hundred and seventy five. He struck me as an older man, in his late forties or early fifties. He had a white mustache with no other facial hair. He was heavy set, but it wasn't fat, not with the way those arms looked as he was taking off his leather jacket. Sitting there in my highchair I watched this stranger with worry. His looks didn't give one much confidence. His head was completely shaved and he had some kind of tattoo on top of his head. As he was laying the jacket over the back of one of the recliners I could tell that there where also a number of tattoos along his arms as well. He turned to regard me for a moment as I did the same to him. He stood there in a black cloth muscle shirt, dark blue jeans, socks and sneakers. "Hello Suzette Sucksalot. My name is Karl Kragger" "Um?hello" at the last minute adding "Sir" "You obviously don't know me, but I know a great deal about you. Mistress has been talking to me for about a year, now and again, and a bit more extensively over the last four months. I've even had her send me a couple of very cute video clips" I sat there listening to him speak. Trying to figure out where this was going. "Now then, Claire sent me a letter to give you. I've read it so I know exactly what it says and what I can do, and what I can't" He reached to the inside coat pocket of his leather jacket, pulled out a letter, and read it out loud to me. "Dear Suzette: I know you have been calling around to a few of the tattoo shops in town sweetie. But I was thinking about Karl more and more lately. I met him over the internet about a year ago in one of the chat rooms I visited. We've talked a few times. He is a professional tattoo artist and piercer. Today he is going to be doing some work on you slut so be prepared. He has permission to play with you as he wishes. Other then the tattoos and other things he is going to do to you he does not have permission to leave permanent Disfiguring marks. The ones he is going to place on you are to enhance your looks. The only thing he does not have permission to do is take you out of the house, WITHOUT your belt on. Other then that last rule you're his for the next several hours. You WILL obey him like you would me. If you disobey him in ANY way he has permission to discipline you as he sees fit, he will report any dissatisfaction to me for which I also will punish you. Know also that I will be watching this evening. And will only interfere regarding the belt's rules." "Well Suzette, Mistress just told me at the door that your sitting there in a pissy diaper and that will never do. We need to change you. Get up and follow me. I know where the changing table is." "Yes Sir," I said as I unhooked the tray from the highchair and started to get up. Unexpectedly he slapped my hands. "First of all baby, you call me Daddy! Second you ?act' like a baby all the time if or until I say otherwise, and third you ?speak' only in itty bitty baby talk. Is all that perfectly clear?" "Yes Daddy," I said a bit scared. I was frightened. I admit it. It wasn't so much what he'd said, but the way he'd said it. He was very intense about it. I'm sure if I failed to do what he said I'd suffer some dire consequences. "Good girl, now follow me. And we'll get you all nice and fresh, and out of them messy diapers. Your stinky and we can't have little baby getting a rash now can we?" "No, Daddy" I followed him into the bedroom, hurrying to keep up and not leak all over the floor. When we got in the bedroom he didn't even react but went straight to the changing table and patted the top and smiled at me. I climbed on top of the table and lay on my back. He walked over to the nightstand and returned with some locks. "Ok baby, give me your wrist" I did so and he locked my wrists under me to the front legs of the changing table. He then went to the rear of the table and had me raise up my bottom so that he could slip off the yellow ruffled panties over my rubber diaper cover. He then grabbed my left leg and raised it up. He was very strong I noticed as he moved my leg with considerable ease. He took another lock and locked my ankle to the upright bar at the back of the changing table, and he did the same to the other leg. I lay there, wrists padlocked behind me, legs straight up in the air. He reached up underneath my ass and unlatched the half circle cutout under my ass and lowered it. I could feel my ass lower just slightly. He proceeded to remove my soaked diaper, put it in the pail, and put a fresh diaper on me. He wiped up what he could with a baby wipe, all over the belt, and ass shields, pushing it behind all the metal of the belt he could. After he put the new diaper on me he said "Don't panic, I'm going to go out to my vehicle to get my supplies, I'm not leaving you like this permanently," he laughed as he turned to leave. When he returned he was carrying a small bag. He proceeded to set up everything he needed while I lay there preparing myself as best I could to accept all that was going to happen. "Ok sweetie, this is going to sting so get ready" "Yes Daddy." As he proceeded to start the tattooing. I'm afraid I wasn't very cooperative. It hurt! After a bit though I stopped fussing, especially since he reached down the front of my sissy babydoll nightie and pinched and twisted a nipple and told me he would pull it off if I didn't stop my antics. I believed him, but I did start to cry as the tattooing continued. First he started on my lips and after a while it felt like I had had a thousand bees where stinging my lips. After the very painful nipple twisting I kept my lips closed like he ordered. He then tattooed what I could only believe was eyeliner over my eyes. What hurt worse then anything was the extensive tattooing he did on each of my cheeks to give me my permanent blush. He must have worked on all this for a good couple of hours with me lying there beneath him. Finally he finished tattooing my face. I blushed in embarrassment even more as he reached to the bottom of my babydoll pulled up the hem, raising it to my neck. "Oh, the baby has such nice breasts, I bet baby would love to have Daddy suck on them, wouldn't you baby?" Not knowing what to say I could only agree and finally said "Yes Daddy, I want you to suck on my breasts" He reached up with his free hand and grabbed my nipple and started to twist it, and squeeze it had with his fingers. "How should BABY request that Daddy suck on her nipple?" "Pwease Daddy, suck itty baby's nippie. Itty baby wants ta feel good, pwease Daddy. Make itty bitty baby happy" "Good girl, that's what Daddy wants to hear." He leaned forwards and took the abused nipple into his mouth. I could feel his tongue running over my sensitive nipples. Thanks to the hormones they had grown rather prominent on the ends of my tits and very sensitive. His tongue and lips felt very good, especially in contrast to my other pain filled nipple. After he worked on my nipple for a while I could feel myself becoming aroused. His tongue was skilled and he was running it around and around in slow swirls. I felt myself stirring in my belt when the plug still firmly locked up my ass began to inflate. I could feel it slowly pressing against my slightly stretch asshole. The pressure continued to build higher then I had taken with the small plug. Finally the plug must have reached its full size, least I hoped it had, and stopped. I felt like I had a baseball bat invading my ass when he stopped licking on my nipple. "Here it comes little baby slut, hope you're ready" I couldn't see too well over the bunched up baby doll around my neck, but I could feel. I felt something pinching my nipple, hard, and I whimpered as the item kept clamping down harder and harder. I screamed as I felt what had to be a needle pierce my nipple. "There, There sweet sissy, it only hurts for a bit, and as soon as I have done the other we can let you up for a bit. Wouldn't the cute baby like that? Hmmm?" "Yes Daddy, baby wants to go potty" He smiled at me, patted my head and went on to the next nipple. The instant he touched it I was in pain. He'd already abused the other nipple and it was still hurting. When he clamped the forcipes to it I bit my lip to stifle the pain. That! Was a mistake. My lips hurt, but it did distract me from my nipple for a moment. "Now that didn't hurt too bad did it? Let me get these little locks and replace the needles and you'll be already to go walkies, little baby slut wants that don't you?" he said. I could only nod. I didn't trust my voice at the moment. I knew I was crying like a wimp baby cause of the pain. He reached into his bag and pulled out two tiny locks and looked at me. "These locks might look small and delicate, and not very impressive. But they are actually tempered steel, and quite sturdy. You are more likely to rip your own nipples off then break them, or cut them. So don't even think about it. And besides, if Claire catches you without them? I don't even want to think about what will happen to you, and I'm sure you don't either." "No Daddy." I'd been subject to Mistress's displeasure before and still shuddered in fear at that thought. Mistress was quite strict about her rules. He took the first needle and wiggled it in circles. I was gritting my teeth as he did so, "Have to make the hole just a hair bigger, hang in there cutie" not like I had much choice. Finally after what felt like he'd dug the Grand Canyon of holes in my nipple. He slipped the needle out and pushed the hasp of the lock through the hole and with a tiny click locked it. He repeated the procedure on my other nipple as I moaned in pain. "There you are sissy, all done. And as soon as I let you up, you can thank me properly" He removed the ankle locks and was very careful as he lowered my legs, and then unlocked the padlocks on my wrists and helped me sit up then stand. I stood there trembling a bit, the pain was a dull throb in my face and nipples. He stepped close to me and very gently took me into his arms. Keeping himself a short distance back from my nipples he leaned forwards and lightly kissed my still painful cheek. "Go on and go tinkle baby, when you're done we'll proceed to the next part." "Yes Daddy" I turned and went into the bathroom. I didn't notice how I looked at first; I had to go so bad. I had been holding it trying to not pee another diaper. It was bad enough being embarrassed once and having him change me like a baby. I went to the bathroom and came back out to the bedroom. "On the bed girl, face down." I moved onto the bed, and he took up the ends of the cables and locked my restraints to all four corners of the bed. Lying on my breasts hurt with the recent additions to the nipples. Taking up two thick pillows he put them underneath my stomach, and two more under my legs. "Claire, would you please do the honors" "Certainly" and the motors kicked in and soon had me spread eagle. "Now then, the belt?" Karl said. I felt the ring constricting the base of my balls loosen up more then had ever been in the entire time since I'd first locked the infernal device around myself. Also for the first time since I had put the belt on I heard the sound of the pouch being undone. I had felt the weight of the metal pouch pulling and tugging at my clit, as Mistress insisted I call it. There was a low sagging sensation in my clit and balls as the belt's pressurized rubber seal deflated and the pouch slipped off, and lay on the bed below my slightly raised ass. "Ok baby, I want you to lift your hips and help me get the belt off of yourself after I unlock this padlock. Also, I don't want you trying to be naughty and rub your little clitty against the bed, unless, I tell you to, is that perfectly clear little girl?" "Yes Daddy" "Then repeat what I said, and remember, baby talk" "Yes Daddy, wittle sissy suzy is to wift itty baby's hips to help Daddy wif susy's belt. Wittle sissy baby isn't ta be naughty and wub her wittle clity against da bed wifout Daddy's permission or Daddy will spank little baby suzy." "That's right, very good, now where is the key" For a second I panicked. I couldn't remember where I had left it. Then remembered I'd set it on the computer desk next to the monitor, I'd not moved it in the entire time I'd worn the belt. I'd had no need to. So I told him in that cute little baby voice he was making me use. After he returned he fiddled with the lock under me for a bit, and unlocked it. He set it with the key on the dresser, and played with my cock for a bit. God but it felt good. However it took forever to get an erection. First was the fact that it was a guy and I was more embarrassed then aroused, and the second I had been on the female hormones for almost six months which was causing me to get hard less and less and harder to sustain it. "I think you need to have her slow down on the hormones Claire, the little slut isn't even getting hard." "I was thinking about that, I know I want her clit for my pleasure, at least every once in a while. I might change that later. Give her a real pussy, and just stuff her full with a two prong strap-on dildo. One in her pussy, and one outside the harness for my pleasure, I'm not sure. But only if the slut deserves that symbol of authority" "Well, I wouldn't necessarily call a pussy a symbol of authority, not around me anyway. But I get the meaning. Well, let's get this done, I'm missing out on other business even though I'm enjoying the hell out of myself." I could feel the ring constricting my balls slipping past them as he pulled the front shield off and it swung below me, unclipping the two halves of the metal waste band and then pulled the whole thing up off the back of my ass. "Damn, look at that ass. Your little slut is turning out to look damn good." "Thanks Karl, the little slut is going to look even better after you do your thing though" All I did was bury my face in my pillow. And pray that this ordeal would end soon. "I do have a small suggestion though, get her tanned. Us guy's love a women with a nice tan" "Why Karl, I didn't think of that, thank you." "No problem Claire, free of charge" I could hear her and him chuckling over my spread eagle body. "Well, here goes" I lay there for what must have been about two hours as he worked on my ass. I wiggled the entire time he worked on me. The first time he ordered me not to move, and I managed to for about five minutes before I was squirming like mad again. That made him mad and he started spanking the ass cheek he wasn't working on, and these where not light hits. He was putting his full force behind them and I was screaming as he did so. After the second smack I was crying just like the baby sissy I was. Bawling like a broken hearted child I'm afraid that I wasn't very cooperative, and after having a flaming ass both from the spanking and the tattoo. He took out a camera and started taking snapshots of his work. He must have taken more then two or three dozen pictures. "Not bad if I do say so myself. Mistress is going to just love it I'm sure. Don't you Claire?" "Oh yes, it's just great. Now, do you have any further plans for my little cock sucking slut Karl?" "I think the little baby slut needs a night out on the town, I was thinking about taking her over to a bar I know and showing her off, she might be a little sore though." And he started laughing like crazy. "Oh, probably just what the little slut needs. She has only been getting some artificial cock; I think some of the real stuff would do her good" I groaned into the pillow, I didn't even know what my ass said, I just knew it hurt, and here they where, talking about taking me out and getting me screwed by a bar full of men. God, I don't know if I could handle that. "Well, we still have a few things to do. Let's get you locked back up you sweet slut" I wanted to beg not to be locked back but knew it would be absolutely useless to. This day was turning out to be very bad. After Karl locked the belt back on me I resigned myself to being denied anything like an orgasm for a long time. Not that I'd had one since the belt had been on me in all the time I'd been Mistress's personal property. Once the belt was back on, and the ring was once again constricting my nuts the cables keeping me spread eagle where release, and flipped over, and again spread eagle and locked down for the next bit. Yet again the front pouch of the chastity belt was opened. Mistress Claire was being almost paranoid that I'd try to get out of my predicament or just that I'd try to get off while I was free from my belt. Not that I would have played with my clit with Karl here, I'd have rather done anything else then that. I'd have been totally embarrassed, even though I already was in that position anyway. I watched as he pulled off the chastity pouch, and grabbed up some tools, and gripped the tip of my clit, my eye's widened in mounting fear as he ran a curved needle up under the base of the hood of my clit and out through the tip. I had my teeth clenched the whole time as he gave my clit what is called a Prince Albert piercing. I felt the tears streaming down my face through the pain of it all. How much more of this could I stand? I was already in more pain and discomfort then I had ever been in before. But there was even yet more to come. The last bit of humiliation came when he tattooed a little heart over my pubic mound, with the words "Mistress's little sissy clit", a cuffed heart over my left breast, and finally a Celtic band around each wrist that had "sissy slut suzette" interwoven in it twice. Now one more thing," he said as he held my shoulders. Karl used something to open my mouth and hold it open. They were so strong I couldn't fight back and again before I knew it my tongue had been pierced and a silver ball with pin and screw on ball had been placed through my tongue. "Now don't forget with that pierced tongue," Kark said, "you can drive a guy crazy by rubbing it on his dick, or drive a lady over the top by running it up her slit" I couldn't believe how much I hurt, and it wasn't just one or two spots, I hurt all over. Karl carefully put the pouch back over my now pierced clit saying as he did "Claire, I wouldn't be too mean to the poor sluts cock for a while, it will take like two weeks to heel enough for you to use the pressure feature of the belt" "And there you have it, a slut all tattooed and marked for her Mistress's pleasure" "I'll be going now, have fun" I was shocked, I thought he'd seriously planned to take me to a club full of men and that I'd be used like a complete whore, I heaved a profound sigh of relieve. He laughed and taking his time packed up his stuff eyeballing my body the entire time. He walked over to the dresser placed some things on it and turned to me. "These are some instructions for taking care of the tattoo's and piercings. The ones on your clit and ass will have to be checked by me. I'll be back every weekend for three weekends. To ensure things are healing nicely. And next time, I'm taking you out. I'll bring the outfit for you to wear. I know your measurements thanks to Claire. Soon as I'm out of here Claire will release you, sometime." He was laughing as he walked out. And I could only lie there. After about a half out Mistress released the tension on the restraints and let me get up, I walked over to the dresser and looked at the care instructions for the tattoo but only after I saw the other thing he'd left. There were about a dozen Polaroid pictures. All of them of my ass and it's new tattoo. There was two halves of a heart on my ass one half on the left cheek one on the right, it covered my entire ass. In bright pink letters, again half on the left and half on the right it read. Suzette Sucksalot Property of Mistress Claire Her little Whore