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Maybe it's the closed confines of the cab.... or maybe I am just a horny slut now... but the scent overcomes me and I start to grope myself. Rubbing my skin through the soft material feels good... even though I know all this will only make it worse... damn chastity... One hand slides between my legs to play with my faux pussy, its kinda nice to pretend to be a real girl... whilst my other manipulates my breast, tracing circles on the erect nipple... Oh gods.. I know I'm giving Chanteuse a show... By the end I'm a horny desperate sissy... ready to do pretty much anything to anyone if I could just cum! I barely register the car stopping until the door opens, and I look up to see a grinning Chanteuse offering me her hand. What I can also see, and my eyes focus on.. is the long erect cock beneath her tight uniform skirt... She says nothing as I accept her hand and get out of the car hurriedly pulling my skirt down, letting her take me inside. I can barely walk straight.. let alone think straight as she leads me into Mistress Divines office. "Welcome back Kitty," Mistress Divine says smiling. "Have you been a good sissy and done what you were told?" "Y... yes Mistress Divine..." I moan, which makes her smile broaden. "Let's see," she says, and Chanteuse hand's her the little clutch purse, I'd left in the car. She pulls out something that makes even me blush, a large pink vibrator... but the sight of it makes me moan again... "Hmm.. we need to do something about that noise prissy boi, don't we?" "Ooh... yes Mistress D.. divine," I groan. "Kneel then boi," Mistress says as she unscrews the base of the vibe, "Chanteuse, let our pretty little sissy princess have a taste of chocolate." Chanteuse bows low to Mistress Divine, her face keeping its emotionless mask, but I'm sure there's a sparkle in her dark eyes... she strides up to me then unfastens her skirt and steps out of it, showing the large erection straining in her panties... something she swiftly rectifies by pulling them down, letting her cock stand free... Normally I'd be nervous, scared even, protesting that I don't suck cocks... but.. it's a beautiful shemale's cock, and that's different. I reach out to touch it, but then I hear "Oh dear me no sweet boi.. lips and mouth only for this, I insist. If any handling is required Chanteuse will see to it" "Yes Mistress Divine..." I say glancing up at her removing something from the vibe and slotting it into her computer before my attention is dragged back to the large black cock in front of me... It's big, bigger than mine, circumcised... funny, I though Mistress Divine's girls were all in chastity.. I know Lucille is. But now the cock is butting against my lips and obediently, like a good little sissy, I open my mouth to welcome it in. Chanteuse grins and pushes it in, rocking it back and forth in my mouth... I can't help it, I have to suck, to lick it, tasting her musky scent... tasting a slight hint of salt... Then I hear the speakers... Mistress Divine has been recording what I've been doing with Mr Winters. Oh fuck, that's embarrassing... I can hear myself deferring to the secretary's, then flirting and simpering with him.. Chanteuse slowly pushes my head into her crotch, forcing her cock into my mouth. It's so embarrassing hearing myself acting like that whilst I'm forced to suck cock... Chanteuse tries to force it deeper in without warning... I gag slightly but it slides in filling my mouth... she starts to rock her hips back and forth, trying to push it deeper, but my throat is having none of it. Instead she settles for quick pumps in and out, pushing my head back and forth in time with her thrusts... I squeal a she really tugs at my hair, masturbating with my mouth, until I feel some tension in the cock and the first squirt of semen goes down my throat. Groaning she yanks my head back of her cock to let the remaining hot spurts coat my face... I flush humiliated, not able to bring my hands up to wipe at the mess, as she wipes the last dribbles off her cock with my fringe. She's flushed and panting as she steps away, returning to her normal pose, looking down at me and grinning. "Well well.. my darling princess is having a busy day isn't he?" Mistress Divine says, "After all that work out of the office, and now.. your first cock-suck? How wonderful.. say thank you to Chanteuse now boi." I flush, now expected to thank the person who has just used and humiliated me. I can't look her n the eyes as I mutter, "T.. thank you Chanteuse." "Louder princess," Mistress Divine says rather more firmly, "a well trained sissy should enunciate clearly, unless she's lisping. He should also clearly confirm whom he is thanking and why. Now try again prissy boi." "Thank you Chanteuse for allowing me to suck your cock," I say meekly, but clearly. "Much better" Mistress Divine says, then looks at her rolex watch, "Hmm.. now I think you have just enough time to see Miss Cleo before your afternoon shift." I squirm looking up at her in horror. "B.. but Mistress Divine.. my... c.. cock..." She frowns, "Is still in chastity, yes, and will remain so for a little while. You can query it with Thorne if you like, but for now, the belt stays on..." I almost sob, I'm so horny, but my big green pleading eyes have no affect on her. "Hurry up and get out now princess," Mistress Divine says, dismissing me, "And don't try and wash or change before you see Miss Cleo, do you understand?" "Yes Mistress Divine, I understand," I say, rising on trembling legs, almost looking forwards to the punishment Miss Cleo will perform. At least it should stop be feeling so horny... I walk unsteadily out of the room, straightening my outfit as I look around for Miss Cleo. Naturally she is at the other side of the office, so I have to mince across the office to her. It would be embarrassing enough, but now I can put names to some faces, and all of them seem to notice the cum on my face... there's a wave of giggling and whispering as I walk past. Finally I reach Miss Cleo, who has her back turned to me, deliberately I assume. She can't have missed my entrance and the chatter, but she seems focused on some idle chit chat. Meekly I wait, not wanting to disturb her, and finally, without even looking, she comments, "Kneel Angel, like an obedient penitent." "Yes Miss," I reply sinking to my knees beside her, head bowed. I can hear the sound of movement, so I can only assume she's turned down to check on me, but I'm not dumb enough to look up. I hear her dry chuckle then she returns to conversation. Oh my.. I hope she doesn't take too long! I need to get this over with, I need to see if Mistress Thorne will free my aching cock... I need to cum... and all I can do is sit here meekly squirming at the toy in my arse. "Up sissy!" Miss Cleo commands interrupting my little world of sensations, "And stop daydreaming." "Yes Miss Cleo!" I squeak stumbling to my feet. She looks me up and down, a frown on her face. "Pull that 'dress' off slut!" "Y.. yes Miss Cleo," I whimper reluctantly, slowly reaching down to the hem which hugs my arse. I'm not quick enough for her, and feel a stinging slap on my rump, "Now! You cock sucking sissy!" I squeal, flushing, aware that now I fit that description... and pull the dress up, till it sits as a roll of material sitting tight over my breasts, then struggle out of the tight neck and arms. "Good... for now," she says, slapping my butt again, "Now... get those boots and pantihose off!" "Yes Miss Cleo!" I squeak, kneeling to unlace the little boots and ease them off, before, with some reluctance, pulling the tights down off my legs. Now I'm stood before her in white panties and bra, my shiny dress and tights a rumpled mass on the floor. "My my.. white lingerie? How... sweet..." she chuckles. "Take them off now!" I flush, awkwardly reaching up to the bra, scarlet with embarrassment as I unhook it, and let it fall away from my breasts. Then... the panties, I so don't want to do this, but with her looking on... I don't dare not. Fingers tucked into the waist them a sharp pull and they're down around my thighs. A quick wiggle of my hips and legs and they're around my ankles, so I step out of them, aware that all I'm wearing is the fake pussy and the chastity. "Oh dear... trying to be a real girl are we sissy?" Miss Cleo says patronisingly, "But you know you'll never be worthy of that honour right slut? Get it off now!" "Yes Miss!" I say again, struggling out of it, until I'm stood naked before her, cock chained back between my legs... "Hmm.. nearly ready," she leans in with a wipe and scrubs the cum off my face, removing one humiliation at least. "At least they used proper make up on you, you still look almost presentable now." "Now... follow me, and let's get you dressed again," she says, with another broad grin, and sets off across the office, making me walk behind her, head bowed. Another ripple of giggles and conversation follows me, silences as Miss Cleo snaps her head round to look. I groan, is it only me this sort of thing happens to? Or is it because I'm the new 'girl' or... We stop, and Miss Cleo opens a door, and waves me in past her. I feel her slap on my arse as I go in, of course. I look around at piles of black leather, and latex, and squirm... "My stock room," Miss Cleo says with a hint of pride. "My special job is... control of our lucrative fetish range, and I want you to model some for me..." I look around like a kid in some dark candy store, then jump as she passes me a packet of stockings. "Put them on slave, make sure the seams are straight." "Yes Miss Cleo," I say, for what feels like the hundredth time as I open the packet, and free the stockings from the card. Balling them up I carefully roll them up my smooth legs, feeling a little tingle inside as I do so... they keep slipping down, but I look up at Miss Cleo assuming she'll have a solution for it... But not yet, a pair of latex gloves are passed down to me, powdered on the inside.. it takes a while, but I get them on, then get passed a pair of ballet boots... Oh my! I've seen them, and I've walked in some really high heels but... I don't know if I can wear these... but... I have to try. I point my toes and push them into the boots, with lace up to just below my knees. Tying the laces is hard with the latex gloves, but I manage to get the job done. "Now stand slave, lean against the wall," Miss Cleo orders, and of course I meekly comply, wobbling terribly as I press my face against the wall... I feel her wrap a corset around me and breathe out, as she tightens it... more and more, I can feel my ribs shift, and I groan at the tightness... and still she goes on. It's an agonising relief when she finally stops... A sudden movement and a nasty organic little pop, and the tormenting vibrator is removed from my arse. I.. I suppose I should feel good about that, but I just feel... empty... "Head up slut," she orders and I tilt my head, still facing the wall... feeling something fitted around my neck, a posture collar? Again it gets tightened, and I realise I can barely move my torso from the hips up. "Now, step back..." "Yes Miss," I manage, it's hard to talk as my jaw is a little restricted. I push carefully back from the wall to stand, balancing on the boots. I would look down to see them, but I can't, I can only look straight ahead, and a little upwards... but Miss has thought of that, and, hooking her finger through a look on the posture collar, leads me to a full length mirror. They like mirrors here... Oh my I look hot! All shiny black leather and latex, apart from my bare thighs, breasts and shoulders... I blush, feeling Miss Cleo attach my stockings to the garters on the corset, seeing her stand up behind me and smile. "Looking like a pretty sissy sex toy are we?" she asks, and I whisper yes... I can't nod. "Nearly there my sweet... give me your wrist." I let her hold my left wrist, expecting some sort of cuffs... and sure enough I feel the cold of metal through the latex, but it's an odd angle, and it feels heavy? I wish I could see properly, but I'm forced to wait whilst I hear padlocks click then feel her bring up.. a yoke? "I think this yoke is the perfect accompaniment to your current look," Miss Cleo says, fitting it around my neck, "Less chafing with the posture collar..." She gives a massive fake sigh. "I am just too kind to little fuck toy's like you aren't I?" "Yes Miss Cleo... you are very kind," I reply, feeling the padlock go on to hold the yoke around my neck, feeling helpless, aware my arms are going to ache before too long. "Now... turn around," she says, and I do, carefully stepping in the ultra high heels. Funnily enough the restricted movement makes it easier to balance in them.. though I'm doomed if I stumble. I feel Miss put something in each of my hands, but I can't see what they are... which concerns me. "Don't you dare drop them slut," Miss Cleo says, putting her finger through the collar ring again and slowly leading me out back into the room. Standing there I flush again, awaiting another embarrassing trip across the room, carefully shifting my weight from one shoe to the other, when Miss Cleo turns around and starts to stroke my nipples... "Now.. time for your punishment..." I gasp.. surely all this has been a punishment, but it seems like it was just the set up... I can feel her leaning down and blowing on my nipples, then I feel a sudden pain, first in one, then the other. As I twitch I can hear a jingling sound... oh shit! I nearly release whatever it is I have in my hands, but manage to maintain composure. ?Nipple clamps with bells, how could I have forgotten?? She smirks, then slaps my arse again, making me start, and making the bells jingle. ?Oh how delightful! Now.. go find Diane and ask her to please put what you're holding in your hands on you... and then go sit at your desk.. and that will be your punishment...? Find Diane? Of all people... but she knows that? I.. I presume Miss Cleo has set this up to be as humiliating as she can imagine.. and it appears she has a pretty good imagination. ?Yes Miss..." I moan resigned, then look around to find Diane. Of course to look around I have to move my entire body, feeling the encasement, hearing the creak of leather... and the jingle of bells! And dammit all, it's making me horny! It doesn't take too long to spot her, and I carefully walk over. Now it's not just whispers behind me, but jeers and cat calls... how can all those sluts call me a slut? Oh gods this is embarrassing.. and I can't hurry. I reach Diane, out of breath, unable to get enough air in this corset... she looks up at me smugly, as I stand there panting. ?Cat got your tongue sissy?? She sneers. ?P... please D... diane.. would you p... please put the.. items I.. am holding in my hands on me?? I stammer, flushing. She stands up, and I notice she has to keep her chair with her... at least she has to be cuffed to her chair like I do. And I so wish I was cuffed to my chair right now! ?Aww... I d.. don't think you mean it toilet slut," she says mocking my stammer. ?Say it nicely slut.? ?P.. please, please Diane would you put the items I'm holding on me, please?? I moan. I feel her reach out and pull something out of my right hand, then hold it in front of my face. ?Call me Miss Diane, and tell me what you want me to put on you...? ?Please Miss Diane, please put the butt plug with a tail in my arse!? I moan flushing. ?Aww c'mon, it's a lovely big plug, please call it that honey..." she says in a mocking voice, ?And it's not just your 'arse' it's your dirty sissy hole...? ?P... please M... Miss Diane, put the l... lovely b... big butt plug in my d... dirty s... sissy hole!? I squeak. There's a thoughtful pause as she seems to wonder if she can milk this anymore, but instead she walks round, chair in tow, and... I scream as she shoves the plug up my arse in one forceful movement. ?Say thank you," she says smirking returning to my front, ?And... hmm... beg to be my date next Monday cunt, then I'll complete your outfit for you...? ?Thank you for plugging my arse M.. Miss Diane, and please, please go out with me next week?? ?Hmm.. well even though I am way out of your league, and you are a filthy slut.. I'll go on a sympathy date with your sissy ass," she pulls the last item out of my hand, ?Now open wide bitch.? I open and let her force the dildo gag into my mouth... it fills it, just like Chanteuse's real one did earlier. Of course this one has another dildo projecting from it... unmissable in my eye line... She giggles as she fastens the straps, then reaches between my legs to pat my chastised cock.. ?And you look so much better with this tucked up here.. why it must be so frustrating for a little slut like you?? She giggles. ?We'll have to try and make it a permanent arrangement...? I groan in complaint, but she just ignores it, and it's a relief when the lunch bell rings. Of course I won't be able to get any, but it means Diane, is sitting down, hand in the air like all the other sissies waiting to get released. And so I slowly hobble over to my desk, on my aching feet, and squat down, crying as the dildo pushes deeper into my arse as I sit... oh fuck it's just too big... Still I pointlessly sit there until after lunch, there's nothing I can do, nowhere I can go to get out of this stuff. It's so embarrassing when Candy flounces up, stares at me, giggles and sits down. ?And I thought I was the skanky sissy!? She squeals. ?Oh you look so.. like hot Angel.. ooh.. could you like stick that face dildo up my ass? It's been gosh like ages since I had anything stuck up there.. like not since this morning!? ?Shut up Candi,? Diane says walking up looking at the clock, ?This is my toy today.. and I've got five minutes before I have to be at my desk, so...? She reaches out and I feel her flick the bell on one of my nipples, making me gurgle in pain around the gag, making her laugh. ?Now.. ooh.. your workstation is unlocked, but no typing? What a lazy slut... hmm... I know..? She reaches past me and begins to type on my screen, ?My name is Angel, and I have a sloppy sissy cunt. I think all supervisors are stupid bitches who don't spank cum whores like me enough!? I squeal as best I can, which again comes out as little more than a gurgle... but she just laughs. ?Now.. can I email this out?? ?I doubt it," Comes an icy calm voice, the anger hidden in the perfectly reasonable tone. Diane gasps and looks around, to see Mistress Thorne perched on the desk staring at her. ?Miss Cleo gave me permission..." Diane starts, a hint of her usual arrogance in her voice. ?I know perfectly well what Mistress Cleo gave permission for," Miss Thorne says, then smiles, ?This was not part of it. And unauthorised tormenting of your colleagues is not tolerated. Now drop your panties and bend over.? ?I am Miss Artemis' personal sissy," Diane says, a little nervously, ?And she has requested all err.. alleged misdemeanour?s go through her before punishment is allocated. So..." she gives a bright smile, ?If you'd like to let her know, then she can assign any punishment she deems fit to me. So if you'll excuse me I'll leave you in peace," She starts to head off, her smug smirk returning. ?No," Mistress Thorne says, quietly, but in a voice that carries, even Diane halts. ?I will not excuse you, and as Artemis' superior, I can always overrule her 'requests'. Come here now and bend over the desk.? Diane looks ready to run, but Mistress Thorne locks her gaze, and she reluctantly turns and moves to bend over the desk... Not fast enough for Mistress Thorne though, who pushes her down forcefully, then yanks her skirt up.. I can hear the material tear! Then Diane's thong panties are yanked down exposing her unmarked buttocks. ?Hmm it seems like a smart mouthed sissy has not been receiving the required instruction from her 'Mistress'? Mistress Thorne says in a contemptuous tone. ?Now.. 5 Spanks for tormenting Angel without permission, 5 spanks for answering back, 10 spanks for not following a direct instruction, 15 spanks for not using my title when addressing me, and another 15 because of your attitude problem. Now.. that makes a round 50 doesn't it?? ?Yes Mistress Thorne... but I..." Diane starts, the squeals as Mistress Thorne slaps her arse hard. ?The only words I want to hear out of your mouth is a count, followed by a thank you, my name, an apology for you being a disobedient sissy, and a please can I have another? You understand?? Diane starts to speak, then just nods mutely, and her punishment begins, ?One, thank you Mistress Thorne, I am sorry for being a disobedient Sissy, please may I have another!? She squeals, and it goes on, and on... I'm amazed really.. to see someone else getting punished on my desk.. and to see smug, nasty Diane getting it as well. I focus on her punishment to take away the pain in my feet, the numbness in my hands and the filling in my mouth and ass... Also... I feel oddly jealous.. a little bit.. Mistress Thorne is spending time with her.. not me... Finally a sobbing 50th line comes out, and Mistress Thorne lets Diane up, ?Leave your panties round your ankles sissy, and.. suck Angels dildo to say sorry...? ?Y.. yes M.. Mistress Thorne..." Diane whimpers, and then opens her mouth and sucks down the dildo jutting from my mouth, all I can see in her red sobbing eyes is anger.. at me... She pulls back, eyes lowered, ?May I return to my desk Mistress Thorne?? She simpers. ?Yes.. but keep your panties round your ankles all day... no exceptions. And if your 'Mistress' wants to query that, tell her to come see me right?? Diane nods and curtseys, ?Oh and Diane? Word of advice: start showing a little humility around the office... you'll thank me for it.? ?Yes Mistress Thorne, thank you Mistress Thorne," she simpers again before slowly walking off in her torn skirt and hobbled by her thong... Mistress Thorne moves over to me, and deletes the text on my work station. ?Oh my Angel, how do you get yourself into these situations? Hmm... my pretty lil bitch can't really answer right now can she?? She puts her finger through my collar loop and pulls me to my feet. ?Oh ballet boots? I love them, and they suit your legs so well.. you are going to have to get used to wearing them.. but I tell you what, when we get to my office I'll take them off for you?? I gurgle a 'thank you Mistress Thorne..' around the phallus shaped plastic deep in my mouth, though I doubt its clear enough for her to make out a word. At least it's a short walk to her office, and no one dares laugh or snigger, especially after what happened to Diane, even with the jingle of the bells on my nipples.. My feet are in agony, they're just not used to the savage angle of the boots... and, well I'm crying in pain by the time we reach her room. She lets me in then shuts the door behind us, and I can hear the click of the lock. Mistress Thorne then lowers me swiftly to the floor and unlaces the boots, ripping them off my feet, then massaging feeling back into them as I lie helpless on the floor... soon the pain fades and is replaced by something else... oh she's making me squirm now... teasingly stroking my stockinged feet. ?I'm going to have to have words with Cleo," she says shaking her head, ?No one is breaking my toys but me...? I groan, unsure if that's a good thing or not... then squirm as she tickles the soles of my feet instead... ?Right my helpless little bitch, it's time for some payback... a reward for me..." she pulls back, ?Get onto your knees my bitch.? I squirm, trying to get onto my side, and slowly, painfully start to get into position. Frustrated by my lack of progress Mistress Thorne assists me roughly so I'm kneeling up before her. She moves so she's straddling the dildo sticking out from my mouth... and all I can see is the fact that it's just the right height for her crotch, in fact she rocks her trousered crotch back and forth on it a couple of times... ?Perfect," I hear her say, then feel her reach down and slip something over my eyes. ?And now my sissy bitch what you are going to do is stay still and listen... and hmm... smell...? Blindfolded, I remain as still as I can, listening to her voice as she begins a commentary. ?First.. I think I'll unzip my boots and take them off..." I hear the zip sliding down, then the thump of a boot dropping to the floor.. and then the noise repeated. ?And now out of those tight leather trousers, oh my they are so tight this is quite tricky..." she laughs, and there's a pause until I can hear clothing hitting the ground and soft steps towards me, ?Now my bitch, imagine me standing before you with only stockings and panties on my lower half.. imagine my eyes bright with excitement as I step towards you...? Then I feel a pressure on the dildo, and she lets out a moan, then I can feel the weight sliding back and forth on the dildo... then smell her arousal as she slides next to my nose. ?Now my bitch, I'm rubbing back and forth on the dildo in your mouth.. I bet you wish I would to it to your poor chastised cock hmm..." she continues for a while, ?Of course the odds on that happening are so very very small... but.. keep hoping bitch? I try not to focus on my poor trapped cock which wishes so hard it was free.. it hurts, like my ankles and arms.. and nipples... just about everywhere. I try and focus on Mistress Thorne rubbing herself on the dick in my mouth.. focus on her arousal... her scent. There's a laugh and she stops, ?Hmm.. I enjoyed that, but back to work. Time to get dressed again, you can sink onto your knee's Angel, I'll free you in a couple of minutes? I can hear her getting dressed again, as I kneel, waiting, helpless... lost in my own little world. I hear her walk over, and suddenly I can see again, as she pulls the blindfold off my head... ?Now.. I'm betting having a huge fake cock in your mouth is starting to get pretty unpleasant," Mistress Thorne smiles down at me, ?All the involuntary sucking you'll have been doing... so lets get that out right?? She reaches round and unlocks it then pulls it from my mouth, I whimper as my jaw can finally close, ?Thank you Mistress Thorne," I croak. ?Hmm.. maybe I should have let you kiss my crotch Angel... that would have moistened your lips?? She grins, keeping her eyes locked on mine, ?And I do like that posture collar, it stops you doing that cute little look away thing...? ?Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I reply, summoning my courage, ?Please Mistress Thorne, may I have this chastity removed?? She smiles, ?Oh that? Hmm... not the yoke, not the little bells on your nipples, not the plug up your arse? What a priority! All you want is that one reminder of your original sex freed? Does my sexy little bitch want to cum perhaps?? I want to look away... or even to be able to nod, but instead. ?Yes Mistress Thorne... I would like to be able to cum.? She moves her re-booted foot forwards and rubs it back and forth between my legs. ?But my sweet sissy, what if I don't want you to be able to cum, had you thought about that?? ?N.. no Mistress Thorne,? I whimper, trembling slightly, making the bells on the nipple clamps softly ring. ?I didn't think you had," she says withdrawing her foot then walking around me. ?Hmm.. there's a little trick with this tail.. let me help you stand.? I feel her hands on the yoke, pulling upwards, and I follow, rising to my feet.. it feels weird without heels, and I'm suddenly shorter than her. I can feel her breasts pressing against my shoulder blades... she's reaching round, but I can't see, only squeal as I feel her flick one of the bells, twisting my nipple and making it ring... ?Ah yes.. the tail," she says, and I feel her pull on it, hearing it pull something out. ?Ready sissy bitch?? ?Y.. yes Mistress Thorne." I close my eyes and tense, feeling her release it, feeling it vibrate in my arse as it slowly reels the tail back in. ?Oooh..." I moan, at the stimulation, then gasp as she does it again and again. ?Horny again slut?? She asks after the fourth or fifth time, as I stand there trembling, nipple bells chiming... ?Yes Mistress Thorne," I moan, feeling the frustration of my trapped cock intensely. ?Very horny?? She asks teasingly patting my arse. ?Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply desperately. ?But even if your cock were free.. there's nothing you could do with it right?? She says, leaning in, her breath hot in my ear, ?It would just be there, erect between your legs right?? ?Ooh... yes Mistress Thorne!? I whimper. ?So... really, there's no point in me freeing it is there hmm?? She says her words in my ear, lips so close I can feel them.. . ?N.. no Mistress Thorne," I whisper, disappointment and frustration heavy in my voice. ?Tell me again, tell me why there's no point in me freeing a slutty little cock sucking pain slut of a sissy's own dick! You know how to answer that properly don't you my bitch?? ?Yes Mistress Thorne," I whimper, then say, louder, ?Mistress Thorne there is n.. no point in you freeing this s... slutty, c.. cock sucking, p... p... pain s... slut of a sissy's own d.. dick, because she can't do anything with it even if y... you did Mistress Thorne....? God's I'm so submissive now.. anyone should have baulked at that, but no.. I just say the things she wants me to without question... Oh please I have to get some kind of control... some how... ?Very well put," Mistress Thorne says running her fingers through my hair, ?Divine told me about your first cock sucking experience. Tell me sweetie.. how did it taste?? ?S.. salty and h.. hot Mistress Thorne.? ?And did it feel alive and trembling in your mouth? Could you feel when it was just about to.. blow...? ?Yes Mistress Thorne.? ?And how did you feel inside Angel?? She asks. ?E.. embarrassed and... humiliated, and oh so horny..." I moan helplessly, recalling the moment. ?Mistress Divine had sprayed me with something that made me.. so...? ?I know.. and that was so mean of her," Mistress Thorne says, ?And so I've had a word with her... you'll be glad to hear that you'll only be kept in chastity for another 24 hours or so.. and afterwards, well for Thursday and Friday afternoons, you'll be mine... and you'll do whatever I want won't you?? ?Oh.. yes Mistress Thorne," I groan as she yanks the tail again, ?I'll be a good sissy for you.? ?I know you will Angel," she says kissing my ear, ?Now... tell me something slut, were you jealous when I spanked Diana?? ?Yes Mistress Thorne," I whimper squirming as she pulls on the tail. ?Jealous of the attention that snooty sissy was getting hmm?? She laughs, ?But the poor thing was in tears...? ?I... I know Mistress Thorne," I whimper embarrassed, ?Sorry Mistress Thorne...? ?No need to apologise sissy.. no need at all. Sluts like her need reminding.. she needs to show some humility or.. well bad things will happen, and not from me," I hear a sigh, ?Build her up, get her to isolate herself from the other sluts... how do you think she'll fare if Artemis releases her?? I gasp, realising what Mistress is implying, but before I can do more, she forces me down, bent over, my arse exposed, making me squeal. ?She needed reminding of her place... this? This is to remind you that I care. Do remember to thank me for that after every spank my bitch!? The first slap comes quickly, ?One, thank you Mistress Thorne, thank you for caring!? I squeal, bells ringing on my swaying breasts... and it continues, interrupted by the occasional caress, and the frequent setting off of that vibrating tail plug... When I've sobbed the thirtieth thank you, she reaches round and unclips the nipple clamps, making me howl with pain as the blood rushes back, the pain somewhat moderated by the agony in my arse, and the arousal from the plug. ?Now.. I think we can take that yoke off now Angel," Mistress Thorne says righting me and unfastening the yoke and placing it on the floor. My arms ache and I carefully rub feeling back into my wrists... ?The corset will stay on... but you will have to take off the gloves, and I suppose I will have to take off that lovely posture collar," she says moving to loosen the laces as I awkwardly pull off the tight latex gloves. ?Now... my used panties are on the table, put them on bitch, and there's a couple of heels in the alcove that will fit you. Food has been sent to your room as I know you forgot diner, and well.. take that plug out of your arse in your own time.? ?Yes Mistress Thorne,? I say, picking up the panties, sure she wore them when she was pleasuring herself on the dildo.. sure I can smell her scent on them. The shoes are 9? heels, with a 4? platform... high but.. I can cope. She looks me up and down ?You look like a total slut, walking through the office with your tits on display... how.. perfect. Isn't it perfect my bitch?? ?Yes Mistress Thorne, displaying my tits like a total slut is perfect Mistress Thorne," I say eyes down cast. ?Look up," she says, moving in to kiss me.. that kiss again, the one that makes me feel owned... then she slaps my face. ?Dismissed bitch!? I curtsy, awkward with no skirt, and scurry to the door, and walk out carefully making my way to the lift and back to my room, aware once more of the gossip in the room... aware as I stand before the elevator I can display either my sore arse, or my sore breasts... I'm so glad when I can step into the lift and leave the whispered comments behind..