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A Walk on the Wild Side
The Second Day
Sissy Jim (he had been that for just fourteen hours now but he could not
help thinking of himself in that form) teetered up Van Ness Avenue. His
captors had removed his neck corset and the bondage bars. He was still
wearing his outlandish sissy costume and the obscenely high spike heels.
After a night of servicing master after master at the Power exchange,
they had freed his arms and dropped him on the street several blocks from
his Holiday Inn hotel. He dreaded the thought of risking entering the
hotel where his fellow conventioneers would be hanging out in the lounge
but he had no other choice. Somehow he was going to have to do just that
and then hope he could convince the hotel desk clerk to give him a key to
his room.
Slow, painful step by step he made his way up the incline of the road,
passing by the many still open bars and restaurants. He heard many
catcalls and quite a few giggles and cries of "Hey Sissy" as he minced up
the street. Even this late, there were people everywhere and he had no
choice but to ignore them as best he could.
Once inside the hotel, though, it turned out to be much easier than he
thought it would be. The hotel was the site of many odd sexual and
fetish conventions and the staff were all used to strange apparitions
presenting themselves. They did make him stand in the lobby for quite a
while as they asked him enough questions to verify that he was a guest
and establish his identity. They did eventually give him a key and he
made his way up to his room. Somehow he did not run across any one he
knew before he was safely behind his locked door. Apparently the
conventioneers had already retired, or were still in the bar.
Thankfully he closed the room door behind him and fell onto the bed. At
last he could relax, although his feet still screamed from the high arch
they were forced to maintain and his leg muscles were cramping so badly
he wanted to scream.
It took him over an hour to manage to cut his way out of his corset and
heels using the small knife in his toiletry kit. Once free of his
feminine finery, he took a long shower to remove all traces of his
whorish makeup and to wash away at least the physical remains of his
night of abuse. He knew he would never forget the things he had done all
night. Things he had only fantasized about for years. Things he had
never dreamed he would really do. Things he knew he would never do
again.
It was very early in the morning before he finally fell into his bed and
a deep sleep. He never set the alarm and he slept through the morning
session of his convention. When he finally awoke he again took a very
hot shower and tried his best to wash away the remaining memories of his
long visit into Sissy hood. He was so thankful it was all over. He
swore to himself he would never do anything like that again.
He did manage to make the lunch and the keynote speaker. His friends
kidded him mercilessly about missing the morning session. "Must have
been a long, exhausting night," one said leeringly. Jim winced as he
thought, "If you only knew! If you only knew!"
After lunch they were all to go on a sightseeing tour bus to Golden Gate
park and over the bridge to Sausalito. Jim thought he could get away
with missing this and go back to his room for more much needed sleep. As
he entered his room, he gasped in surprise at what was waiting for him.
The first thing he saw was Mistress. The second thing was a pile of
clothes on the bed. The third thing that registered was a video that was
playing on the large screen television on the wall.
Mistress smiled wickedly at him. "My, you do look so cute getting
yourself all fixed up in your sissy stuff. I'll be the rest of your
adventure will be just as interesting. Especially to all your friends
downstairs and maybe your family back in Kansas."
Jim was paralyzed. He could not even speak as thought of what she had
just said echoed through his mind. He just stood in total shock as she
let him process this. She held his room key in one hand and his wallet
in the other. "Missing these by any chance?" she said. Then told him to
strip.
"You paid for an entire weekend of fantasy and I always deliver what I
promise," she said. "Get moving. We don't want to be late for your
appointments."
Jim thought for only a brief moment about protesting. Then he realized
it was hopeless. She held all the cards and he had no doubt she would
play them. She might be a professional domme but it was also clear she
truly enjoyed humiliating men and intended to get her full pleasure from
his predicament. Nothing he could say or do would convince her to just
leave him alone, keep his fee and go on her way.
Thus it was only a few moments before he stood naked before her, ready to
do her bidding. He even set up the video camera himself, knowing it
would record his coming humiliation and there would be no doubt he was
doing these things to himself. What followed was more a less a repeat of
yesterday's preparations.
This time, the breasts were larger, the corset tighter and the heels,
well the heels were worse because there weren't any. His antics to pull
the corset closed were repeated and soon he could feel his waist pulled
in until he could barely breathe. Any movement at all left him gasping
for air. This one was even more wasp waisted than the previous one and
had heavy steel bones every few inches. It was all in red brocade with
full breast cups that cradled his oversize boobs and gave him a
spectacular cleavage.
The boots laced up to his ankles. He recognized them as pony boots with
a very high arch and no heel. He had seen pictures of them on some of
the more outr? web sites he sometimes visited. Worse, they were shod
with real horseshoes that added a lot of weight to each boot and made a
clanking noise on any hard surface. Once again padlocks adorned
everything, making it clear everything was locked into place.
Once he had everything laced tight and locked on she had made him
practice walking about until he could prance like a pony. Then she made
him insert a dildo up his ass with a large plumage of peacock and ostrich
feathers sticking out. The blue green of the peacock feathers and the
bright pink of the ostrich feathers combined to give him a sissy version
of a showgirl's tail. A bit gag with a ring to hold his mouth open, a
bridle and a matching feathered headpiece which he strapped into place
completed his pony girl costume.
She made him hold a bag of ice between his legs until his manhood shrunk
up into almost nothing. Then he had to don a metal chastity cage and
lock it into place. Four little white pills placed on his tongue were
quickly swallowed as she poured water into his open mouth. He knew he
would soon be unable to control the urge to become erect and he also knew
erection would be both painful and impossible to achieve.
Finally he slipped his hands into pony hoof gloves that were attached to
his corset. The gloves held his hands high up on his chest in front of
him and to the sides of his massive breasts. He was now helpless and the
camera had recorded how he had done it all to himself.
Mistress took up his reins and paraded him around the room. A stop in
front of the full length mirror showed him what he was. He could not
even recognize himself. Sissy Jim was now a fully fledged fetish pony
girl. Mistress pulled his tiny cock and flaccid balls back between his
legs and pulled a gaff up his legs to hold them in place.
He jumped when the riding crop struck his bare buttocks. The thong gaff
between his legs covered his male equipment and made his outfit legal but
the thing passed up between his rear cheeks and left them bare and
exposed. The crop left a red mark where it had struck him. He heard a
knock at the door and could only stare helplessly as a somewhat mannish
looking woman all in black leather entered. She took the crop from
Mistress, lashed him again and then ordered him out into the hallway.
"Give him a good run," Mistress ordered. "He is yours for the day. I
don't want him back until tomorrow morning."
A couple of more lashes and the sissy pony girl soon found himself in the
elevator, riding down and into his next adventure. He was forced to
prance through the hotel lobby, his heavy shoes clanking with every high
step. He could hear the gasps of some of the more conservative tourists
and the giggle of the hotel staff. There was nothing he could do though
but prance along like the obedient submissive sissy he was, his tail
feathers bobbing in time to his high stepping strut.
Once outside he was loaded into the rear of a horse trailer that was
parked in the loading zone. He was tethered in place and the doors were
closed. He felt the vehicle start up but in the dark he could only sway
on his painful shoes and wonder about where he was being taken. He had
no idea what would befall him before the night was over.
The ride was not very long and he soon found himself being unloaded in a
parking lot full of other similar vans and trailers. He was led down the
loading ramp and then hooked up to a Roman style racing chariot as part
of a team of six. They all looked very colorful as they were forced to
begin to pull the chariot with several women riding in it. They were
moving along a concrete pathway in what seemed to be a large park. There
were other similar chariots and carts and lots of pony girls just being
lead about. He realized it was some kind of a pony girl outing. It did
not take long to realize it was also Golden Gate Park.
With a crack of the whip the six girl team was made to prance in unison
as they pulled past a tour bus full of tourists. He recognized many of
them as being from his convention. He could hear snippets of conversation
as the titillated tourists got a view of some of "that part" of San
Francisco. The bus stopped and unloaded it passengers. They were soon
milling around examining the pony girls. The Mistresses in charge even
began to offer rides to the tourists.
Sissy Jim was sure he would be discovered but it seemed no one was
expecting to actually know one of the horses. So while he spent the
afternoon hauling people he knew around, showing off how he could prance
and allowing himself to be petted, no one actually seemed to know who he
was. Even so it was a frightening and of course very tiring afternoon.
As a final indignity, he had been forced to be part of a show of races
against the other pony girls. The winners were fed bits of treat by the
tourists while the losers where whipped with canes or a crop. The
tourists were even allowed to inflict the punishment and a couple of the
women from his office has seemed to take particular pleasure in leaving
stripes across his buttocks. He nearly fainted when he heard one say to
the other: Does that tall pony girl in the pink feathers remind you of
anyone we know?" He did not get to hear the answer as another whip began
to demand his full attention.
His legs felt ready to fall off by the time he was taken back to his
trailer. His feet were numb from the pain of prancing about in the
heelless boots. Darkness was near as felt his tethers being tightened
for the ride back to the hotel. At least he hoped it would be back to
the hotel. He could hear the crowd being invited to a special San
Francisco Fetish Ball that night at a place called the "Regency Ballroom
just up Van Ness Avenue from his hotel. Somehow he knew he was going to
be a part of whatever happened next.
Once back at the hotel he was unloaded from the trailer and made to
prance through the foyer again and over to the elevators. There he stood
on display as the bolder convention goers posed for pictures with the
pony girl. Some patted his shining flanks and he endured many
embarrassing comments as they talked about what kind of man would subject
himself to such degrading treatment. As the questions got more and more
personal, his trainer forced him into an unused meeting room. There he
had to prance about for those who wanted a more personal show. Included
in the group were the two women he worked with that he had seen earlier.
"Oh, he truly loves his role," he heard his trainer say. "He puts on all
of his own gear. His only goal is to be the best pony girl he can be and
to please his Mistress. We have videos of him getting ready for this and
other fetish shows which will be for sale at the Grand Fetish Ball
tonight."
He saw his two coworkers look at each other and nod. "I'm sure he looks
like someone we know," one said. "Maybe we should stop by the place and
get a video. Wouldn't it be a kick to take something like that back home
to Kansas. I'll bet we could get him to do just about anything we wanted
if we had that kind of proof."
"Oh, look. Here comes another demonstration," the other one said. "OMG
she gasped. I just have to text this back to our friends at home. They
will never believe it." What she saw was his trainer reach up and unsnap
the modest gaff that held his privates tucked up and back out of site.
They now sprang forward and his chastity tube with its straining contents
were fully on display.
"Go ahead and touch him if you like. He cannot become erect although he
will react by trying. It is very painful and he hates to be displayed
like this. In truth, he has not been a very good pony girl today so he
deserves some special treatment." They gathered around and stroked his
trapped member. Some of them played with his straining testicles which
were held in tight balls away from his body. He moaned his denied sexual
pleasure as he was felt and fondled. He froze as he heard his two
friends. "Look at those pitiful cock and balls. Only one person I know
has a set that small," she giggled. "It couldn't be him, could it?"
He was led away and taken up to his room with those words thundering
about in his head. They knew! Would they find out for certain at
tonight's fetish ball? What was he going to do?
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