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The Downward Spiral Tom thought back to that fateful night. His wife, Linda, explained to him "Since you are impotent, you are of no more use in bed to me than if you were a woman. Therefore to remind you of what I already know, from now on when you go to bed, you will dress as a woman." "But, but, but," Tom stammered in protest. With that, she handed him a nightgown telling him to put it on. "Please, don't do this," he begged. "OK, I'll give you one more chance then. Show me a stiff six inch cock and you won't have to wear it, otherwise you wear it until you can show me one," she told him. With that she opened a dresser drawer and took out a tape measure, "You've got five minutes so you better get going." "That's no fair," he argued. "Four minutes and fifty five seconds," she replied. He immediately grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. The combination of his tenseness, her watching and the pressure to perform made his task much harder. It didn't help that she called out the time every thirty seconds. When she called out thirty seconds left, he had achieved his usual semi-soft state which for him currently passed for an erection. Nothing more happened in the final thirty seconds. "Stop," she called out and approached him with the tape. "It's not exactly stiff," she observed as she grasped it. Holding the tape up to it she announced "four, no four and a quarter inches. Ok now you can put your nightgown on." He stripped out of his T shirt and boxers, then pulled the white nylon gown over his head sticking his arms through the arm holes. As it fell to his ankles, she looked down and noticed his leather slippers. "Those slippers won't do either. Go to my closet and get a pair of scuffs. They will be too small for you but at least your toes will fit in them and you can wear them until you get a bigger pair," she ordered. He did as he was told. The next night when it was time for bed, he started to put on his pajamas. "What are you doing?" Linda asked. He explained that it was rather obvious. "No, I told you that in bed you would dress as last night until you demonstrated that you can be a real man again," she reminded. Again his protests fell upon deaf ears, so he put on the nightgown again. A few days later they were going out shopping. Before they left she went to his closet, removed all of his pajamas and placed them in a sack. On the way to the mall she stopped by the Goodwill store and dropped them off. While she was shopping at the mall, she picked up a couple more nightgowns for him. One was pale lavender satin and the other was a baby blue nylon. In a department store she asked his shoe size, when he told her it was 10? she remarked that finding 12?'s would be difficult. They went next to the women's shoe department where she asked a saleswoman in about 12? slippers. The saleswoman instinctively looked at her feet and a puzzled look crossed her face. His wife explained they were not for her and he was greatly relieved that she did not explain who they were for even though the saleswoman probably suspected as much. She was shown several and picked out a pair of white satin ballerina slippers. When they got home that night Tom watched silently as Linda put his comfortable old leather slippers in the trash. In the next few months he grew accustomed to wearing the nightgowns. Since they were alone, it did not really matter too much what he wore. However, he did feel odd when he looked in the mirror to shave each morning and saw the ridiculous person with the lathered face and lace trimmed nightgown looking back at him. Then his life hit a crisis point. The company he worked for was caught in a recession and he was downsized out of a job. Months later, after unsuccessful job searching, his unemployment checks ran out. However, during the time he had been unemployed, he had begun to take on more of the household chores: cleaning, doing the laundry and even cooking for his working wife. Not long after his checks ran out, she told him that since things had changed economically there would be a few more changes. "First, since you have taken over the traditionally female domestic role, I think you should dress more the part. Would you like to do that?" she asked. "No," he quickly replied. "From now on that's 'No Mistress. Do you understand?" she corrected. "No Mistress, err yes Mistress," answered. "Good," she said laughingly. "That will be the proper form of address both here at home and when we are out, do you understand?" "Yes Mistress," he responded quickly understanding his new role. After that she took him on another shopping trip, he found himself doing the cleaning the next day wearing black nylon panties and camisole, thigh high black opaque stockings, a denim jumper and a light blue knit cotton shirt. He also wore a pair of black leather skimmer flats with bows on the toes. He rationalized that it wasn't too bad since she was the only persons to see him dressed in this manner. A few days later she went through his dresser drawers removing all of his T shirts and boxers together with most of his socks. She left a few pair of the latter to wear, over his stockings of course, when they went out together in public or when he had to run an errand outside of the house. After another trip to the mall his old underwear was replaced with a few dozen pairs of panties in flesh tone, black and white colors, as well as the same number of camisoles in matching colors. He also had a couple dozen pairs of thigh high stockings in various shades from natural, to black and white. He would now wear these along with some new house dresses she had bought him, as well as under any male clothing when he was outside of the home. She also put in a new rule requiring him to wear his stockings to bed with his nightgown. He had begged her to leave at least one set of male underwear for trips to places such as the doctor, or gym but she refused telling him he would have to find a way to deal with it. He would do so largely by stopping going to the gym. His only consolation was that he was no longer managing the family finances so that he did not have to figure out how to pay for all this. One evening when she got home from work she announced that she was exhausted and her feet hurt from her hard day's work. She ordered him to bring her a pair of velour slippers and him kneel before her upon his return. He then had to gently remove her pumps and massage her stockinged foot until she had him kiss them before placing the slippers on her feet. He then brought her a drink so she could relax by watching TV while he finished cooking their dinner. This soon turned into a regular ritual. Another time they were both relaxing, watching TV after dinner when he got up to leave the room. "Where are you going Sissy?" she asked using the name she had begun to call him when he was no longer dressed as a man. "To the bathroom Mistress," he explained. "I don't want you to do that any more without asking my permission from now on," she decided. "Yes Mistress," he acknowledged, stopping. He then asked, "May I go to the bathroom Mistress?" he asked. "Curtsey when you ask also," she ordered, "now try again." "Yes Mistress," he responded. "And curtsey any time from now on when you are dressed as a female and answer 'yes' or 'no' or when you thank me. Do you understand?" she ordered. "Yes Mistress," he answered executing an awkward curtsey. "Try again Dear" "Yes Mistress," he said curtseying again. "Now what did you want to ask?" "May I use the bathroom Mistress?" Tom asked, curtseying again. "What do you have to do Sissy?" "Pee Mistress," he answered somewhat taken back by the question. "And when did you pee last Dear?" she quizzed him. "I don't know Mistress, maybe an hour ago," he responded. "I think you can wait a little longer Dear, ask me again at the next commercial." "Yes Mistress," he answered, curtseying again and sitting back down. It is a funny thing how the body works. While he did not feel that much urgency when he first got up, as soon as he sat down that as all he could think of. As he thought about it, his sense of urgency increased. He began to wonder if he could hold it and whether he might wet himself. Finally, mercifully another commercial came on. He sprang up and curtseyed asking "May I go to the bathroom Mistress", waiting for her reply in tense anticipation. She got up from her chair as she granted permission. He thanked her, curtseying again and quickly headed off to the bathroom. She followed. When he got there, he saw her standing in the door. He stood before the toilet, raised up the skirt of his jumper and reached in the leg hole of his panties for his penis. "Stop," she ordered, causing him to stand still. "Is that the way you pee," she asked. "Yes Mistress," he answered, moving his hands back down to grasp his skirt as it fell so he could execute a curtsey. "Not any more," she admonished. "From now on Sissy, sit like the lady you are dressed as." "Yes Mistress," he quickly agreed curtseying again. Then he turned his back to the toilet, raised his skirt, dropped his panties, and sat down. She continued watching till he had finished, then instructed him to wipe himself with toilet tissue before pulling up his panties. Except for her watching, another new pattern had been developed. He even did it when he was home alone since he wanted to reinforce the habit so that he would not forget some time in her presence. However one of the greatest change in his life would come in his sexual activity. Before he began wearing nightgowns to bed, he would kiss her and suck her nipples then, if he could not get stiff, would masturbate her with is finger. Then he would lie back while either she would masturbate him or he would do it himself. Since he had been forced to wear nightgowns, she would not let him touch himself after he had masturbated her. Instead she made him beg to masturbate himself for which she seldom granted permission. When she did, he had to get out of bed and stand facing her and masturbate. As he did she would disparage the size of his cock and his lack of speed in coming. She would make him stop when she saw he was ready to cum before allowing him to start up again. She usually had him standing on the bare floor so that when he came he came on the wood floor making it easier for him to clean it up. Things continued in this pattern for several months. About the only change was that she had bought him a maid's uniform which he wore most days instead of the house dresses he formerly wore. She had also made him start wearing some sturdy pumps with a three inch heel along with the uniform while doing his chores. One Saturday she told him things would be a little different that day. She told him to put on his slacks and shirt over his usual panties, camisole, garter belt and stockings. Linda told him to wear his black velvet skimmers with the bows since it would not matter where they were going. She would not tell him where they were going which only added to his apprehension. They got into the car with Linda driving and went to a part of the city with which he was not familiar. She parked and told him to follow her as she got out. Not knowing where they were going or why they were here, he got out to follow. The fact that he was obviously wearing women's shoes and nylon stockings did greatly added to his nervousness. They passed several shops with Goth clothing in them as well as some with hookahs for smoking pot. There were quite a number of kids in strange outfits so his appearance did not arouse any quizzical looks. Finally Linda led him into a shop which sold all sorts of strange clothing and other paraphernalia. "High, I'm here to get some piercing done on my sissy," she told the salesgirl. "Fine, sit here and Jack will be right with you," she said pointing to a stool on which Tom sat. When Jack came out Linda told him to pierce Tom's ears. Jack worked quickly and Tom soon had a silver post in each ear. Jack gave him his instructions on how to rotate them and apply alcohol to keep them from closing or getting infected. Tom thanked him and got down off the stool to begin to leave. "We are not through sissy," Linda said sharply. "I'd like his nipples pierced too," she told Jack. "Fine," said Jack "follow me into the back room." Tom, while alarmed at her remark, was at least relieved that he would not have to show his bright red camisole to the several other customers who were shopping in the store. A man having his ears pierced was certainly not that unusual these days but he was still uncomfortable with the rest of his status. In the back room Jack smiled when Tom blushingly removed his shirt to display his bright red camisole. Tom quickly removed that too so Jack could get to work. Jack quickly swabbed his nipples with alcohol and pressed the tool to Tom's nipple. When it pierced his nipple Tom cried out in pain. This was much more painful than the piercing of his ears. His cry of pain was so loud some of the other customers out front wondered what was going on. "Be quiet sissy," Linda quickly admonished. "Unless you behave and keep quiet you will regret it when you get home." "Yes Mistress", Tom answered quickly. Jack put the temporary post in while Tom steeled himself to keep quiet for when Jack would start on his other nipple. While the piercing of his other nipple was just as painful Tom managed to endure it without crying out. Jack explained that the treatment of these would be the same as his ears. Again Tom got ready to leave. "Not so fast, sissy," said Linda. "You are not through yet." Tom could not imagine what he would have to endure next. "There are a couple more that I want Jack to do," she continued. "Take off your pants," she ordered. Again Tom felt no option except to comply. He dropped his trousers revealing his panties in the same bright red color. "Take your panties off too," came her next command. "Yes Mistress," Tom responded, pulling down his panties leaving him standing there wearing only a garter belt, beige stockings and his flats with the bows on the toe (unless you also included his new jewelry - posts in his ears and nipples). Tom blushed crimson standing there totally exposed in front of this relative stranger. Instinctively he moved his hands over his crotch - a bad move on his part. "Get your hands away from there. Put them at your sides," Linda quickly ordered. "I know you are ashamed to show that little thing in public, especially to a real man, but that is just too bad. " Linda and Jack then huddled saying something Tom could not hear, while Tom just stood there feeling totally humiliated. Jack then came over to him and grasped his cock. In spite of what was happening to him, Tom's cock had hardly swelled. Jack grasped some of the loose skin on its underside and swabbed it with alcohol. Tom could not look and stared up towards the ceiling. He was trembling and began perspiring. When Jack pierced it and put in the post Tom was relieved that it did not hurt nearly as much as his nipples had. Jack repeated the procedure in some loose skin neared to the tip, then Tom was allowed to get dressed again. For the next month Tom dutifully rotated each of the posts and swabbed them with alcohol to insure the piercings would heal and stay open. Then on the weekend Tom found himself returning to Jack's shop. Jack welcomed them warmly and asked how things were going. Assured things were ready for the next step he ushered them into the back room. Even though Tom was dressed the same as before he was less self conscious when he stripped down again in front of Jack. While Jack tested all of the piercings, Linda wandered off into the store. She returned just as Jack finished removing all of the temporary posts. "Are you ready," Jack asked Linda. "Yes. Here, you can start with these," she responded handing him a pair of dangly earrings. Jack quickly slipped them into Tom's ear lobes and handed him a mirror. Tom was not pleased by what he saw. They hung down about an inch and a half with silver links from which a crystal pendant hung. His hopes of something less feminine were shattered. Next Jack approached him with some metal rings, not precious metal but something like steel or bronze. The rings were of a fairly fine gauge, even so jack had a little trouble pushing them through the holes in Tom's nipples and cock. Jack rotated them so that the split in the ring was opposite where they went through Tom's flesh. He then lit a benzene torch. Tom's eyes widened in fear as he saw Jack approaching him with the torch. "This may be a little painful," said Jack in a masterful understatement. As Jack applied the torch to the openings of each of the rings, they transmitted the heat back to Tom's nipples and skin cauterizing the holes through which the rings passed. Tom could not help himself. First he screamed but before Jack finished his bladder let go causing him to piss right there on the floor. "Sissy," Linda shrieked. "You clean that right up. Here," she said throwing him his panties and camisole. In spite of his pain Tom quickly got down on the floor and began mopping up his mess with his lingerie. When he was finished he was allowed to get dressed in the damp lingerie and his other clothes. He realized that he now had four metal rings permanently installed in his body, two in his nipples and two in his cock. Even though, fortunately, he had no idea what she planned to use them for, he was extremely depressed and dejected on the ride home. For the next several weeks his life resumed what had become his normal routine. Tom, of course, still slept each night in his nightgown and hose. In the morning he would get up before Linda bring her coffee to their bedroom, wake her and serve it to her in bed. They would then dress, she for the office and he in his maid's uniform, stockings and heels. After making her breakfast and seeing her off he would go about his chores for the day. When she got home he would engage in his now regular ritual of first serving her a drink, then removing her shoes, kissing her feet and massaging them before placing soft slippers upon them until it was time to scurry off to prepare dinner. With the regular routine he just about forgot about the four rings in his body. One evening Linda told him she was going to help with his condition. Without any medical or scientific basis, she said she believed that regular stretching of his penis would make it larger and more useful. To show her experiment would be successful, she made him remove his panties and stand in front of her. She then measured his cock at its full four and a half inch length. For the next month he stood before her without panties while she attached weights to a chain attached to one of the rings in his cock. He had to remain standing for the next two hours while the weight stretched his cock. Over the next month she would add additional weight every day or so. While uncomfortable, the weights were not extremely painful. At the end of the month she again produced the measuring tape, measuring it to its full four and a half inches. While the experiment had amused her she recognized it was not going to produce the desired results so it was mercifully discontinued. Never the less the rings still proved useful. One evening she announced that she was going out. Tom started to head to the bedroom to change to go with her. "Where are you going?" she inquired. "To change Mistress so will not delay us going out," he responded. "Who said you were going?" she asked. "Er no one Mistress, I just assumed," his voice trailed off. "Where are you going, Mistress?" "I don't have to tell you everything sissy," she reminded him. "But I am going to make sure you do not get in any trouble while I'm gone. Come over here." Tom went to where she was standing next to a door frame. She had installed two screw eyes into the frame, one head high and the other waist high. "Take off your panties and your blouse," she ordered. When Tom complied she produced two chains and four small padlocks. First she locked each of the chains to the screw eyes. Then she raised his camisole and locked the upper chain to his left nipple. Next she raised his skirt and locked the other chain to one of the rings in his cock. "Be a good sissy until I get back," she admonished then put on her coat and went out the door. After a short while Tom felt tired of standing and tried to sit down, while he had plenty of slack in the bottom chain the top one was only about two feet long. He moved as close as he could to the frame and tried to sit but it would not allow his ass to reach the floor, even if it pulled hard on his nipple. Tom realized his predicament and gave up, he would just have to stand there until she returned. A couple of hours later he had another problem. He had not peed for more than an hour before she left and had to go again. There was obviously nothing he could do about it. He looked around hoping to find a bowl or something he could use but nothing was in reach. He tried everything he could think of to keep his mind off of it but it kept returning to his discomfort, but his mind kept returning to it. Finally he heard the door opening and Linda returning. When she came into view he blurted out "May I go to the bathroom, Mistress?" "Is that any way to greet me after not seeing me?" she asked. "No Mistress, but I'm desperate," he responded executing an awkward curtsey from his restrained position. "Please Mistress Please" She relented but reminded him that in the future he should remember to take care of such things before she left. He was greatly relieved and scurried off immediately to the bathroom when he was released. Recently, one thing had changed, she was now much more critical of the way he performed his chores. At first she just remarked about things which did not suit her, but after a while she was not pleased with his progress. One night after she complained about the dust on the top of some books on the shelf, she said that she thought some changes would need to be made. Now when they were home alone in the evenings, after Tom had finished his chores, he would no longer wear his maid's uniform. Over time she had bought him various outfits so he was in a skirt, blouse and his flats. She told him to remove his shoes and to kneel on the couch facing the back of it. "Let your feet hang off the cushions," she directed, so he moved to let his stocking clad feet dangle off the edge. She approached behind him with a steel telescoping aerial, which, since he was facing the wall, he could not see. He heard a whistling sound as she swung it striking the arch of his left foot causing him immediate intense pain. He cried out loudly just as she struck another blow to his other foot. The next eight blows alternated between his feet and struck both the arches and the balls of his feet. When she had finished Tom was sobbing. "Now maybe you wont do such a half assed job next time," Linda observed. "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress, It won't happen again Mistress," Tom sobbed, as she allowed him to get up and put his shoes back on. On one Saturday she installed two screw eyes into a doorframe about shoulder high. He asked what they were for but was told only "You will see." Later that evening he did see At about eight-thirty, she told him that she was dissatisfied with the way he had tidied up the kitchen that evening. "I'm sorry Mistress," he responded quickly. "I am going to make sure you remember to do a better job next time," she announced. "Take everything off except for your garter belt and stockings and come here," she ordered as she stood in the doorway. Tom did as he was told moving to her side. She told him to place his hands behind his back where she cuffed them. Next she pulled a blindfold over his eyes. Tom stood there quietly for several minutes while she hooked a couple of very short chain links to the screw eyes in the door frame. "Move against the wall and stand on your toes." she ordered next. When he moved flat against the door frame she quickly clicked a small padlock between the rings in each of his nipples and the closest link in each chain. Tom was now held there on his toes unable to use his hands or lower his heels to the floor. It seemed the ultimate predicament, he could not relieve the pulling on his nipples nor the strain on his feet from standing on his toes. Relieving one simply made the other more painful. In less than ten minutes he was crying out "I'm sorry Mistress. I'll do better next time Mistress. Please Mistress Please release me. Please I beg you." "You said all that before," she reminded him, but after another five minutes she relented. When she finally released him she asked, "Are you grateful." "Oh yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress," he whined dropping to his knees to began kissing her feet relentlessly. A couple of months later, his low point came one evening when she arrived home with a friend. Prior to that time only she had seen him dressed in his maid's uniform to do his household chores. "Sissy, this is Jim, a friend of mine from work. He will be having dinner with us this evening, I hope you have made enough" "Yes Mistress," he replied executing a curtsey while Jim watched. "First, I've had a hard day so bring me my slippers and bring us both a drink," she ordered. "Yes Mistress," he said curtseying and heading off. He returned shortly carrying a tray with two drinks on it in one hand and her slippers in the other. After serving them he put the tray on a table and knelt before her. He immediately leaned over and gently removed her pump, bending over to kiss her warm stocking clad foot. Then he gently kneaded and rubbed it before kissing it again and placing the slipper on it, Jim watched as he repeated the ritual on the other foot before she excused him to go cook. He was called in to freshen their drinks once before he summoned them to dinner. She and Jim chatted casually through out the dinner, mostly office gossip, then lingered over some wine. After Tom had cleared the table, while she sat there with Jim, she said to him "Sissy, look how late it is. Go get ready for bed but come back in here when you are ready." He responded and curtseyed then went off. When he returned a few minutes later in his nightgown, stockings and slippers, he noticed Jim stifling a smile. "Say good night, Sissy," she directed him as she would a small child. When he obeyed, she said, "Excuse me a minute, Jim," and took him off to their bedroom. When they got there, she had him place a straight backed chair between the bed and the wall, facing the foot of the bed. "Sit here and put your arms behind you," she directed. When he did, he felt one wrist then the other shackled behind the back of the chair with cold hard handcuffs. Using a double headed clamp, she fastened the links in the handcuffs to an eye bolt that had been screwed into the back of the chair. This effectively kept his arms behind the chair back. Next she took a pair of scissors and cut the neck of his nightgown. This enabled her to expose the rings in his nipples. She promptly attached two bungee cords between each of his nipples and the foot frame of the bed. Next she pulled his right leg to the outside of the right front chair leg and closed the metal leg iron cuff around his ankle. She ran the long chain behind the front legs of the chair clamping the other cuff to his left ankle in the opposite position. He was now sitting with his legs spread wide, his hands immobilized and his nipples attached to the bed. She stood in front of him as he looked at her incredulously. She reached down and pulled the skirt of his nightgown up, exposing the tops of his stockings and his cock with its rings. He looked down but was helpless to cover it back up. He felt terribly vulnerable as she left him sitting there like that. He sat there for close to an hour listening to his wife and Jim in the other room. The next time he saw her she and Jim were coming into the bedroom and began undressing. "See the soft little cock he has Jim?" she pointed out. When Jim was naked, Tom could not help noticing how well endowed he was. She obviously was interested in it too since she said, "You see Sissy that is a real man and a woman needs one every so often." She and Jim pulled down the covers after they were both naked and got into the bed. They turned out all but a dim night light so he could still see them but not clearly. For a while he sat there, unable to move watching and listening while Jim first sucked his wife's nipples and she sucked Jim's cock. When Jim finally fucked her the rocking of the bed pulled on his fastened nipples, adding injury to insult When they finished, his wife and Jim lay back exhausted finally falling off to sleep. After they did, Tom was still sitting exposed in the chair listening to their breathing sounds as they slept. Even though no one could see him, it was humiliating to sit there continually being exposed and being reminded of his cock which she had ridiculed. Soon he found his head bobbing and he too fell off to sleep. At first his head shifting caused a tug on his nipples which woke him back up. He woke sever times during the night, cold, stiff, nipples aching and genitals still exposed. Since his position was far less comfortable than theirs, he awoke before they did. He continued to sit there horribly uncomfortable and stiff. His shoulders thighs chest and neck all ached and he had little feeling in his hands from the cold and lack of movement. He sat there in misery, occasionally glancing down at his ridiculed cock. In spite of all of his other discomforts, he believed he would feel better if were able to pull down his skirt. Jim stirred first, getting up and going into the bathroom. He sat on his chair listening to the stranger peeing into his toilet. When he came out, Jim looked at him awkwardly and said, "Good morning Sissy." Tom realized that Jim was not being cruel but that he had been introduced to Tom as Sissy and never heard his name. "Good morning Jim," Tom said lowering his eyes. Jim got back into bed and lay there about fifteen minutes more before Linda awoke. She got up and stretched and went over to Tom undoing all of his restraints. Tom quickly pulled down his skirt and began to move his arms and legs to relieve the stiffness. He rubbed his nipples to ease the ache. She did not give him much time to adjust before ordering him to get them all some coffee. He went to the kitchen, brewed a pot of coffee, moving around while it was brewing to relieve the stiffness and soreness. He carried it back on a tray and served them then took his seat drinking his. "Is there any left in the pot, Sissy?" she asked after she had gulped down her first cup. When he said that there was she sent him off to get it for her. As she sipped it she asked, "Did you find that arousing last night Sissy? I was too involved to notice if you were getting hard. Then again it is hard to tell when you are hard anyway. Are you hard now? Stand over here and pull up your skirt and let me see." Tom went over and stood near her raising his skirt. "Oh it looks like Sissy is getting excited. Aren't you?" she teased, "I guess I am Mistress," he said dropping his skirt and curtseying, while blushing beet red. "Well, I think you should cum for us then. Would you like that?" "Please Mistress No," he stammered curtseying again. "Don't be shy Sissy," she chided then ordered "Get going," in a cold hard voice. Tom began to fondle himself through his nightgown when she ordered him to raise his skirt to show them his progress. He begged her several times to allow him to stop but she insisted he keep going, ordering him to work at it harder. When she became dissatisfied with his progress, she made him hold up the back of skirt to expose his ass also. He noticed Jim taking it all in. She then got out of bed, took a extension cord from a drawer and looped it into a three foot length. She got behind him, reached her arm back and swung it forward to deliver a painful blow to his unprotected ass. As he cried out she told him "I told you to go faster now get moving." He redoubled his efforts at stroking and on all fronts begging "Please Mistress Please. Don't hit me and let me stop" "Shut up and keep your mind on what you are doing," she said delivering another blow. He cried out again but kept stroking as hard as he could. Finally he cried out "I'm coming I'm coming Mistress," before he spurted a load of cum on the wood floor. As he did he dropped his skirt and began rubbing his stinging ass. "Get down there and clean up that mess," she scowled, causing him to drop to his knees. "Lick it up Sissy," she said standing over him, the cord still in her hand. Tom weighed the options then stuck out his tongue and started. When he had finished, she sent him to the kitchen to make breakfast while she and Jim bathed and dressed. In a little while, Linda and Jim left together, leaving Tom at home to reflect on and to re-live his worst evening. He also reflected on the downward spiral of his life over the last couple of years and began to sob.