2 Tag Bonewell The Murder of Wendy Wilde
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We communicated for quite some time on line before we ever met, so we
knew of each other's interests. Not just the "kinks" but general as
well. After meeting we had become friends. Our original contact was on
a fetish sight so those interests were always basic to our relationship,
though over time less discussed. My fantasy dealt with submitting as a
sissy "service maid." He was more interested in a sexual submissive
than a service one, though he did show a curiosity about sissy
transformation and training. He had mentioned I did not appear as his
concept of a "sissy" which had lead me to assume he had little interest
in me that way. He had even shown some interest in being a sissy which
further diminished my hopes. We often got together for some wine
drinking and talk our discussions often reverting to our kinks, so the
kink relationship still had merit. Over time we did play a bit, he had
seen my uniforms and seen me dressed in them. I had served him in my
home and on a few occasions in his also. He once even exposed me to a
woman friend of his, me cleaning and serving as they played. I had
hoped she would became interested, but that did not seem to develop. I
knew he did not fully understand my sissy desires but we continued our
social relationship. Which was fine. So, when he asked if he might
come over Monday and talk about our "other" relationship I was not
overly hopeful.
When he arrived, I rather nervously poured use each some wine and led
him to my den. Before I could sit in my normal chair he motioned to the
floor at his feet and ask if I might not sit there. After a few sips
of wine and a little small talk, he said he wanted more detail on how I
deemed myself a sissy/sissy maid. He said I did not present myself in
public as a sissy nor a submissive for that matter. I had to admit both
the question and observation were well warranted. I have a life and
neither friends, family or work mates know of my sissy persona. I live
alone so play time at home is easy and work is of little concern as I
work out of town for months at time them return home for long periods.
I was fairly settled in as a private home bound play sissy. He also
said having seen me dressed the elusion was tolerable but he wanted to
know how far I was willing to go to "better myself?" I had to honestly
admit that maybe it was just a silly unobtainable fantasy. At that, he
looked sternly at me and said, "Maybe, maybe not."
It seems he had found a few websites that had given him renewed interest
in "having a sissy." I quickly suggested I might not be the right one
for him, to which he insisted, "At this point I think that decision is
entirely up to me, don't you?" His statement sent a flood of coerced
submission throughout my body. Not just for the threat it suggested,
but also due to the hope it arose. Had he finally realized my fantasy
was less about being a sissy maid than being turned into a sissy maid? A
weak, "Yes Sir," was my only response to his statement. His stern gaze
told me he approved of my answer while leaving me even more compelled to
accept his decision.
He then proceeded to tell me he had an assignment for me, sissy homework
he called it. He wanted me to compile a list of the top fifteen rules
sissies like me "were given." I was to write a report researching at
least thirty websites to develop my list. My entry for each sight would
include details about the sight, why it was included in my report, an
exact listing of its rules and my personal thoughts of their relevance
to sissies like me.
He had chuckled a bit saying, "sissies like you", adding we both knew I
was not a typical sissy, so detailed explanations would be needed. I
knew giving those details would be difficult. You see, for me being a
sissy has nothing to do with sex and I do not submit sexually. In my
fantasy world, I am not a woman, or a man, I am a sissy. Sexually that
makes me useless. So, rules on sexual submission of sissies (and there
are many) would require explanation of not only why I felt using a sissy
sexually was inappropriate in my case but also make clear I understood
control of a sissy's sexual pleasure, certainly in my case, was
essential.
I found the idea of the paper rather ingenious but a bit misguided.
Would not he rather know what sissy maids did, what use they were, what
services they provided? No, "Rules, sissy rules," was his only
response. We discussed his idea some, or mostly he discussed. I was a
little shocked realizing how much thought he had put into this.
Eventually when an answer was expected, I muttered a frail "OK" to his
question on wheatear I agreed to do my "homework" or not.
Then the unexpected happened. He took a male chastity device and set it
on the table next to my wine glass, and asked if I know what it was. Of
course I did! He said he knew the assignment would cause me undue
stimulation so he wanted me to wear it until my paper was turned in. I
felt blood rush to both of my heads. I was mesmerized looking at the
device and sat speechless. He quickly took my silence as what it was, a
subconscious suppression of any resistance my mind could produce. He
wasted no time waiting for me to speak, instructing me to stand and
strip. I looked up at him in my spellbound state and asked if we might
go a little slower. "No. Strip. Now," was his repsonce.
Still confused I shakily stood before him. He motioned with his hand at
my pants and said, "Down." I undid my belt and let my pants drop.
Still hesitant he again motioned and said, "Off!" I removed my shoes
and took off my pants letting them fall to the floor. He then insisted
I fold them, neatly. Again, I hesitated. He then told me, "Everything,
take everything off right now and fold it neatly." So, I did. I was
quickly nude with a pile of folded clothing in front of me. After
picking up the device he told me how it went on and then handed me the
base ring. I took it in hand and held it a moment until he said, "Put
it on!" It went on fairly easily. Then he handed me the tube and
assisted as it went into place. He produced a key, inserted it, turned
and it was done. It actually felt good for a moment. It was tight, but
not too tight, and seemed to add an odd sensitivity to the head of my
swelling but restrained penis.
He then suggested I pour more wine and told me I could sit in my chair.
After I had done so he started discussing some of the wines he had
recently tried. I was sitting naked, wearing a chastity device with the
man who had just put me in it fully clothed casually discussing wine! I
had some difficulty focusing on his subject. In a seemingly short time
he said it was late and he needed to go. After we had both stood and he
was headed to the door I pointed to my locked up pubic area and asked,
"What about this?" He casually answered, "What about it? You're a
sissy, you have been given an assignment, and it's going to help you
remember both those things." With that he gave me a hug and suggested
Saturday morning would be a good time to turn in my homework. After a
weak "Yes Sir" he was out the door.
The assignment did cause a great deal of discomfort. He had told me to
have an electronic copy with connected web links, and a hand-written
copy for grading. The electronic copy went relatively fast with the
research providing a great deal of stimulation. For its part, the
chastity device did just what Master Mike expected it to do. It did
keep me focused on my report and doing it properly, but more importantly
made me accept the device was not for anyone's amusement, but to teach
me I was not a man and had no right to manly pleasures.
That Saturday I arrived at his apartment precisely at 8:30 in the
morning as "invited." Once inside the door he took both copies of my
report, then had me print and sign my real and sissy names on the hand-
written copy. I knew well I was assisting in my own sissy capitulation
as I handed over my homework. The smile on his face left no doubt he
not only intended to accept my surrender but intended to take advantage
of it. I also knew by turning in my homework our relationship was
entering into a new phase. One that had potential to change my sissy
maid fantasy into sissy maid reality. Though in truth after four days
in the chastity device the fantasy seemed long over. He then asked for
all my male clothing, which left me wearing only the pair of pink
panties he had told me wear. He gave me an apron then told me he wanted
his apartment cleaned. After about three and a half hours it was
properly clean. I felt I had done a good job with both the housework
and homework, so I had high hopes he was going to show his appreciation.
He had me remove the apron, fold it neatly and place it on the counter.
Then he told me to remove my panties, fold them neatly, place them on
the apron and return to him. The grin on his face gave some uneasiness
to my situation standing before him wearing nothing but the pink Holy
Trainer chastity device locked on my "little sissy parts" as he referred
to them. I stood nervously twitching trying not to stare at the key to
the device, secured on the key ring displayed rather cruelly on the
table beside him.
To be honest I was almost certain he was going to remove the device. My
"sissy homework report" was also on the table. I felt it was done well.
Complete and accurate with all the information he had required. I had
been open, honest and factual. I had tried to limit the amount of self-
entrapping insight that might assist in my exploitation, but undoubtedly
fell short in a few places. Of course, that was the purpose in having
me write the paper.
It was a long report and handing it in with the fifteen rules ominously
arranged and printed on the final page was far from comforting. He had
been reading the report and visiting some of the listed websites as I
cleaned that morning. There had been a few verbal responses such as,
"I do like that idea," and "Dam sissy, this is going to be fun. For me
at least." And as he had not bothered to dress that morning I did get a
few glimpses of his arousal as he went from website to website. Now his
attention was finally on me. He reached down and toyed with the device
a moment and gave my pubic hair a slight twist with his thumb and
forefinger. Then he rubbed my chest with his hand and gave my nipples a
hard twist. As he tormented my nipples I noted the report was open to
the last page on the table. Three of the top five rules had been
highlighted in yellow.
o Sissies do not have body hair
o Sissies wear chastity devices as their owners decree
o Sissies toenails are always painted either pink or red
He said, "I'll be grading your report thoroughly later, but so far I
like it." Then he asked, "Do you agree you are a sissy?" I had been
wearing panties and a pink lacy apron in his apartment cleaning for him
so it seemed proper to accept I was a sissy. Clasping his hand firmly
on my caged sissy penis he continued, "Do you agree to be my sissy?"
Logic prevailed and all I could utter was a weak, "Yes Sir." "So, if
you are a sissy and I own you as my sissy, who makes the rules for you
sissy?" A quivering, "You do Sir" was the only answer I could utter.
Then lifting my arms and rubbing his hands from my hairy armpits down to
my hairy chest and over my belly he said, I do like my men harry. There
is just something about the feel of a hard-fuzzy body that sets me off.
Never been big on harry woman though. Women I like smooth with just a
slit of hair to define their slit. Seems appropriate don't you think?
Quickly adding, "Oh wait, you really don't have a clue on that, do you?"
His laugh let me know I did not need to answer. The slight pause while
he continued to rub and playfully twist the hair on my sides, rear and
back left me somewhat confused on where this was heading but I soon
found out.
"I don't however, like hairy sissies. Body hair on a sissy is an insult
to both men and women. Sissy gurls should be soft and totally hairless
from the nose down." Then giving my pubic hair a harsh yank said, "I
want your body hair gone, all of it! Sissy nose to sissy toes. Don't
care how you do it but do it! And keep it off. Smooth and hairless,
from now on. And use lotion. Something with a sweet flowery scent."
In truth, I was expecting this. At least the hairless body part, I am a
bit hairy. My research had made it clear having sissies remove their
body hair was one of the main rules Dominants had for their sissies.
Often their first step in taking control. I had tried to write the
report making clear many dominants only had their sissies shave their
pubic hair, even tried to make that sound logical. That had not worked
obviously. As for the sweet-smelling lotion, some sights had mentioned
that but I had not expected it to come up so soon.
He stood there a moment leaving me to accept what I was going to have to
do, then added something to ease my resistance in doing it. Holding the
chastity device in his hand he said, "I have a meeting Monday morning
near your house. I will stop by around 8:30, if you have been a good
gurl, I will remove this then. After my meeting, I will drop by and it
goes back on. My meeting should not take too long so you might be back
in by 10:30 or so." With that he told me I could dress and go.
I wanted to protest. I had done what he had asked, written the report
and now even cleaned his apartment. It was not fair to leave the device
on me but he was going to. As I dressed I also wanted to cry. In part
from my disappointment and in part from the realization that not being
able to demand he take it off me was confirmation I deserved to be
wearing it. Once dressed I headed to the door. Before I reached it, I
remembered my place and turned, curtsied and said, "Thank you for
letting me wear your chastity device Sir." He chuckled, "You're
welcome sissy. Now be a good gurl for me and I'll see you Monday."
Before I reached my car, a text came informing me that on Monday my
toenails should be the same color as the chastity device. Another rule
I was expecting, the toe painting at least. The color insistence did
give me a slight submissive shiver however, wondering how often I would
be displayed in my color coordinated state.
Early that evening I took a long soaking bath then shaved as much of my
body as I could. There were places on my back I could not reach which
caused me some concern. After fretting over that a while I sent an
email to Master Mike advising him of the problem. I was relieved when
he sent back a note letting me know he understood and that I should do
the best I could. Then he went on to tell me he knew there would be
obstacles in my transformation, and he had several thoughts on how to
assist in my becoming the best sissy gurl possible. I read the last
part of his note with apprehension, but hastily set it out of my mind.
Late in the evening I went out and purchased some fragrant body lotion
along with nail polish in a color to match the chastity device, ever
grateful for self-checkout lines.
Sunday night I again took a soaking bath and again did the shaving.
Afterwards, using the lotion I had bought the night before. Then
proceeded to paint my toenails. After three coats of pink paint were
dry I looked at myself in the mirror. There was no denying that the
tightness of my sissy parts in the chastity device were caused by erotic
pleasure. It was an intensely humbling feeling, knowing I was so turned
on preparing myself for submission to another man, well to a man, as a
self-proclaimed sissy. I wanted to cry, I wanted to masturbate, I
wanted to hide in shame, I wanted to stand humiliatingly on display in
front of him. What I did was give myself a second look and realize I
needed to go further than he had asked. I needed color on my lips and
fingers. So, I dressed, went back to the store and purchased lip stick
to match the nail polish. Then returned home and proceeded to paint my
finger nails to match my toes and chastity device. When they were dry,
I painted my lips and returned to the mirror. This time I did not want
to cry or hide. I am not even sure I wanted to masturbate. What I
wanted was for tomorrow morning to hurry and come so that Mater Mike
could see what a good gurl I was.
Monday morning I was ready by 7:45. Nude, smoothly shaved, sweet
smelling, lips repainted, toe and finger nails shiny pink to match the
chastity device. And mentally on the edge of senselessness. Master
Mike had essentially told me if I was a good gurl and shaved as told I
was going to be unlocked. Hope of hopes, after almost a week my little
sissy parts were going to be free! Sure, he also made it clear this
freedom was going to be limited, but I had been a good gurl and deserved
some free time. Subconsciously of course, I knew by trying so hard to
be a good gurl for him, I was also openly conceding I was a sissy, his
sissy. And as his sissy it was essentially his duty to control my
erotic pleasure. That was not something he had told me but information
I had suppled him, in the homework I had written, signed and given him.
The only possible argument against his right to have control of my sissy
parts was to dispute I was a sissy, which was useless as I stood waiting
to prove what an obedient gurl I had been for him.
The wait was nerve racking. I live on a quiet street so only a few cars
drove by but each on caused a slight panic. Then about 8:40 he pulled
up and parked in front of my home. I watched fearfully as he walked
towards my door. I knew by opening it I would be fully relinquishing my
long-held fantasy about being a sissy to a man who had little interest
in fantasy. As I looked down at my nude body with the locked chastity
device, smooth shaved skin, painted nails and then back at Master Mike
approaching my door I instantly recognized the fantasy was long gone
anyway. I had willingly signed it over to him. I stood behind the door
and opened it without his having to knock. The window in the door was
covered with a thin curtain so we could see each other but with limited
vision. He entered and stopped just inside the doorway keeping the door
open and said, "I expect a proper greeting sissy, step out and show
yourself." I stepped out in full view of the open door, gave a proper
curtsy and said, "Please come in Sir." Gratefully he quickly moved
further inside and close the door behind him.
I dared not move as he stood looking at me for a moment, with an almost
obscene smile. After a moment he said, "You look perfect. So much
better without all that hair. Your nice creamy pink skin goes so well
with the color of your sissy medallion and nail polish. And you painted
you finger nails too! Even those little balls of yours which I thought
might need to be removed seem appropriate. Hanging there as proof you
are male without an ounce of masculinity. Pure sissy! Pure natural
sissy." He then put his arms around my waist, gave me a tight hug, put
his lips to my neck, took a deep breath and gave it tender kiss.
Standing only slightly away with his hands still touching my sides he
then said, "Mumm, you smell pretty too!"
I wanted to cry again. His tenderness and complements on how nice I
looked only deepened the humiliation I felt. His tone was almost
consolatory as he said, "I was a bit worried this might be too extreme
for you. I almost sent you a letter saying I was sorry for being cruel
and asking if we could at least still be friends. Friends like hell,
this is real!" He then put his lips to my ear and said, "What are you?"
I muttered, "I'm a sissy." He then stood back and said, "Yes, yes you
are." Then asked, "Who makes the rules for sissies?" Without
hesitation I replied, "Their owners do, Sir." And with that he asked,
"Who owns you sissy?" I am not sure if it was with more pride or defeat
I answered, "You do Sir." I could tell by his voice and the look on his
face his response was less intended for me than for himself as he said,
"Yes, yes I do."
With that he tapped my ass lightly and told me to bend over and grab my
ankles. I bent over fully expecting a spanking with no idea why he was
going to give me one. Other than to confirm my submission and his
authority. And both were confirmed as I assumed the position without
hesitation. He was right this was real. His hands glided smoothly over
my rear as he commented on its hairless state. There was a pause as I
waited for the first swat, but he did not spank me. Instead, I felt a
glob of lotion applied to my rear and then a plug was inserted. It went
it with some ease, some discomfort and as my anus tightened around its
base a sense that it was not going to fall out on its own. He then told
me to stand and face him. Looking in my eyes he sternly said, "Do not
remove that plug." "Yes Sir," was all I could say as I tried to twist
to make the plug more at ease. Then after a slight hesitation he asked,
"Is there not something you want to tell me sissy?" I knew instantly
what he wanted and said, "Thank you for letting me wear the butt plug
Master Mike." He then laughed and said, "Sissies don't have butts.
Sissies have sissy holes." Naturally I corrected myself and said,
"Thank you for filling my sissy hole, Master Mike." He replied with a
smile and said, "You're welcome sissy. You deserve it!"
He then sat in a chair and looked me over for a moment. He was slightly
shaking his head and chuckling as if in disbelief. I was shaking
somewhat too, but not in disbelief. I was shaking from the realization
I did deserve a plug in my sissy hole. Not only that but I deserved
everything that had happened to me, and unfortunately everything that
was going to happen to me. He finally spoke and said he was changing
his mind on one of the rules he was going to make. One of the top rules
I had researched for him was how sissies were never allowed to remove
the chastity devices locked on them. Fairly often not even allowed to
touch the key to the lock. But I was going to be allowed to unlock
myself. In fact, he said with a chuckle, he was never going to unlock
me. He said I looked so perfect he never wanted to see my sissy parts
free again. From now on, when I earned release he would give me the key
and I would be allowed to use it only away from his presence. Then,
when notified my time was up I would lock myself back into the device
before returning the key to him. In his presence I was a sissy, and
would never be given the opportunity to be seen as anything else.
He then handed me his key ring and told me to remove the key to the
device. Once it was off he stood and took me into his arms again, again
moving his nose close to my body and taking a deep breath. "I'm going
to enjoy owning you. At first I was not sure what use a non-sexual
sissy could be, but now .... Oh yes, I am going to enjoy owning you
sissy!"
He had me set the key on the counter and asked me to get a small saucer.
Unsure of what he needed I stepped in the kitchen and found a few dishes
that might qualify. One of them was a small expresso cup saucer with a
light decorative boarder. He looked at that and said it would be
perfect. Then he said, "After you have done what you need to do, save
your sissy syrup on this dish. We don't want that to go to waste." He
then stood to go.
As he was leaving he told me the first notice would be to let me know he
was on his way, the second notice would be to let me know my time was up
and the device needed to be back on. He then told me to stand in front
of the door and pose like a good gurl, which I did, standing as
submissively with the most feminine pose I could envision. Slightly
bent at one hip, knees close together, one foot flat on the floor and
the other held up daintily on my toes with my painted fingers paced
gracefully on each side of the chastity device. His head again shook as
if in disbelief, but his grin let me know he fully understood the realty
of the situation. I could feel my humiliation reflecting off his face.
He laughed as took his camera out and snapped a photo saying, "Say
cheese." Then he turned to the door, opened it fully and twisted his
head my direction and again asked, "Who owns you sissy?" He had closed
the door behind him before I could answer. I collapsed to the floor
from shame, and as I did real tears formed in my eyes. This time I did
cry, I cried my answer to his question as I answered, "You do Master
Mike, you own me."
A ding from my phone startled me back to reality, and when I looked it
was a text from Master Mike. It was the photo I had just posed for and
a note advising me to keep it available on my phone as a reminder of
what I was. It was actually quit a good picture, very clear and well
framed, fully exposing both me and my predicament as a willing owned
sissy. With a little cropping I would be very proud of it. But it was
not cropped and its purpose was not to make me proud. It was to ensure
I understood the authority Master Mike now had over me. It was as he
had declared, to remind me I was a sissy. Which it did. It reminded me
I was a sissy, an owned sissy, locked into a chastity device. It also
reminded me I now had possession of the key. Picture be dammed, it was
play time!
I spent the next 45 minutes in utter bliss. Bringing myself near climax
then backing off just enough to keep it at bay. This was something I
was good at, Master had no idea. I ran my painted fingers over my
smooth body and posed in front of various mirrors in my home. Each
reflection confirming with both horror and delight the reality of my
situation. I still had the urge to cry and hide, but these were
secondary to the urges in my now free sissy parts. Then I became
apprehensive about time. In Master Mike's original plan for the day he
had said he would be back around 10:30. He had not mentioned any time
span that morning only saying, "the first notice would be to let me know
he was on his way, the second notice would be to let me know my time was
up and the device needed to be back on." With that I quickly retrieved
my phone to check for messages. There was nothing there so I turned the
sound up as high as it would go and returned to my play but kept the
phone nearby. At about 10:25 a shock wave went through my body. The
plug in my sissy hole was vibrating! I shot a stream of sissy syrup all
over both myself and the floor. I quickly got a rubber scrapper and
scooped it up as best I could, placing it in the small saucer. It was
definitely the most intense orgasm I had had in years. Then a few
minutes later the plug went from vibrating to throbbing. I knew
instinctively that was notice number two. My time was up, play time was
over.
I reluctantly went to retrieve the chastity device. Looking down, I was
a little surprised at how small my sissy dicky had shrunk. But also,
somewhat grateful. A very week wave of virility came over me as I
picked up the device and silently asked myself why I would do this. The
answer came easy. I was a sissy, Master Mike's sissy. He made the
rules and the throbbing in my sissy hole was a clear indication
obedience was not optional. I gave a little whimper and slid the device
on. It went on easily and with it my shame, submissiveness and
acceptance returned. I was a sissy, Master was a man. He owned me. If
he wanted me in a chastity device, I wore a chastity device. If he
wanted me hairless I was hairless. If he wanted my nails painted pink I
had pink nails. There were a lot more ifs, but I did not have time to
dwell on them. Master's car had parked outside. He was here to collect
the key.
I stood in front of the door, plug throbbing in my sissy hole, still
slightly week from my orgasm, my sissy parts again confined in the cage
and already starting to grow. I seriously thought I might fall over,
but I kept my composure and opened the door widely and asked him in. He
stepped inside, then took out his phone, tapped a few times and the plug
stopped throbbing.
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