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My New Life, a story by Dee Ramone © D. Ramone 2018
My New Life is an erotic novel by D. Ramone featuring themes of chastity
and cross-dressing and descriptions of sexually explicit acts which
those of a sensitive nature may find not to their tastes. It is not
suitable for such readers nor for anyone considered a minor by the
authorities in their country of residence.
My New Life is entirely a work from Dee Ramone and any similarities to
places or people, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The
names of all individuals in this story have been changed to protect
their identities.
Authors Notes. My apologies for the break in submitting this part of my
story. We have been on holiday for the last two weeks which, in of
itself, resulted in several adventures that I hope to get around to
telling you about. But that, however, is for the future. Before that I
will go back to the past and, in particular, that Saturday evening as I
stood dressed in nothing but panties, an apron, and chains, not
forgetting my ever-present chastity cage.
If you have not been following the story thus far then, to save yourself
any confusion, may I humbly suggest that you read the earlier parts of
my story. D.
My New Life (and how I came to accept it). Part 4
I don't recall how long I stood there, staring down at the open lock to
the cuff around my left wrist. Nor do I recall exactly all the thoughts
racing through my mind at that moment. What I do remember is thinking
that Lisa was breaking up with me and that she had given me the keys to
set myself free. Indeed, I had unlocked the first of the locks holding
me prisoner. All I had to do was unlock the other padlocks and I would
be done, but I would also be done with Lisa if I did that, and that was
something I could bring myself to do.
To understand my dilemma, you have to understand love, and if you truly
understand love then you are a much better man than me. The fact of the
matter was that I loved Lisa more than I had ever loved anyone and, the
idea of not being with her was more than I could endure. Yet, if being
with her meant that I would have to accept and acquiesce to all of her
demands, no matter how humiliating they might be.
This also calls into question what sort of a man would willingly allow
himself to be humiliated and subjugated by the woman he loves. Or, to
put it another way, what sort of man would willingly become a slave. I
suppose that some people would think that I was a little man, weak and
afraid of my own shadow, well they would be wrong. I am five feet nine
inches tall and, while carrying a few extra pounds, I am neither fat nor
a slouch. When I was younger I used to box and did fairly well in the
amateur bouts I took part in. I run my own business translating
technical manuals and speak, also reading and writing, four languages
other than English. So not exactly what you might picture as true slave
material right, wrong.
I recall standing there, looking down at the open padlock and the bunch
of keys in my hand. I also recall wondering if I was man enough to be a
slave to the woman I loved. Thinking back now it was like the first few
lines of Jonny Cash's song 'A Thing Called Love.' It goes:
Six foot six he stood on the ground.
Weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds.
But I saw that giant of a man.
Brought to his knees.
By a thing called love.
Well, the physical description might not fit me but, just like Jonny
Cash's hero, love had brought me to my knees. I pulled the key out of
the padlock and snapped it shut again.
It was true that I didn't much like the idea of being chained hand and
foot, nor did I like the diabolical ball gag that was wedged behind my
teeth, forcing my mouth open and causing my jaw to ache. My backside was
still smarting from the spanking Lisa had administered and the small
panties I was wearing did little to hide the redness there. But, if this
was what I had to endure to be with Lisa, then endure it I would.
After closing the lock to my cuff again I hobbled back into the living
room where Lisa was sitting on the sofa. She was watching TV, flicking
from channel to channel in an effort to find something she wanted to
watch. At first, she didn't seem to hear me as I approached her, or if
she did she didn't show it. But, when I got close to her I noticed that
she had been crying.
I don't know why I did it, other than it seemed like the right thing to
do, but as I got close to Lisa I went down on my knees. At the same
time, I lowered my head and offered the keys to her. For a long moment,
she didn't say anything or move to take the keys from me.
Finally, after drying her eyes, which Lisa tried to do in such a manner
that I might not notice, she softly said. "Are you sure this is what you
want David?"
I nodded a yes. There was no point in trying to speak with that ball gag
in my mouth. I could make noses but nothing that remotely sounded like
words.
"You understand that if you give yourself to me then you really are
giving yourself to me to do with as I will?" Lisa asked.
Again, I nodded yes.
"You also understand that I will be the 'top' and you will be the
'bottom', my slave if you like. And as such I can do anything I want
with you, or to you, and you have no right to object or refuse me?"
Once again, I nodded.
At that point Lisa threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly to her
as she said. "Oh, darling. I accept you as my slave." And with that, she
began kissing me. She held my face in her hands, lifting it to look into
my eyes as she placed kiss after kiss on my face.
After that Lisa just held me, pulling me close into her and embracing me
for a long time. I felt her trembling intermittently. Not much, but just
enough so that I knew she was crying again. She was doing her best to
hide that fact. I suppose a top is not supposed to cry, leastways not in
front of her slave. Subsequently, she sat back on the sofa, her face
showing little other than a sort of small, contented smile, and she took
the keys from hands.
"Say farewell to your freedom David," she said holding the keys up
before my eyes. "Now, while I am happy that you have decided stay, and
accept my rule, aren't you supposed to be making me dinner."
All I could do was nod again and, after struggling to stand up in my
chains, I hobbled back to the kitchen. Shortly afterward I heard Lisa
switch the TV off followed by the footsteps as she went upstairs.
I ate dinner that evening kneeling at Lisa's feet while she sat at the
kitchen table. That was a first for me, but it was most assuredly not
the last. And, while I was still cuffed hand and foot, at least the
awful gag had been removed. So, as she sat in her chair eating like any
normal person, I had to kneel patiently to be spoon-fed as and when Lisa
thought fit.
I suppose I should have objected, being fed like some pet at heel while
its mistress enjoyed her food. But Lisa had given me the option to
leave, and I had chosen to stay. Besides, while she ate she was telling
me how much she loved me and loved that I had elected to be her slave
and what a wonderful life we would have together now that I had made my
choice. Lisa also told me how I would naturally need to be properly
trained, which I didn't quite understand then but which I was soon to
discover exactly what Lisa meant.
After washing up we went upstairs where Lisa released me from the chains
and had me strip down to my chastity cage. Something that took only
moments as all I had on was an apron and panties. She took me into the
bathroom where she had me take a heavily scented bath. Also, while I
have never been a particularly hairy person, and being blonde my body
hair was very fair, Lisa had me shave every inch of my body from the
face down. And I do mean everywhere. Even the chastity cage was removed
just so Lisa could make sure that every hair there was also got rid of.
Once Lisa was happy with the 'new me', as she called it, I was required
to stay naked in the bathroom and help her take her shower. This was
basically Lisa standing motionless in the shower while I had to soap
her, and rinse her, entire body with the caution not to take any
liberties while I was out of the chastity cage. I took that to mean that
even though she was naked, just as I was at that moment, I was not
allowed any intimate touching. I could wash her breasts, but not touch
her nipples, I could wash between her legs and thighs, but no touching
her sex. I also took it to mean that even though my member was uncaged,
there was strictly no touching myself.
With our respective shower and bath completed, we then spent some time
moisturizing each other's skin. Again, I was warned about taking
liberties although, Lisa seemed to relish moisturizing my erect penis
and hairless scrotum while at the same time warning me not to be
'naughty.' Which I could only assume that she meant for me not to cum,
even though she was repeatedly taking me to the edge on the pretexts of
ensuring everything was moisturized.
When we entered the bedroom, I saw a delicate little black baby-doll
nighty laying on the bed. It was new, and I assumed she must have bought
it while we were out shopping. It had thin spaghetti type shoulder
straps and two small triangles of black satin to cover the breasts. The
rest of it was a sheer lace creation that would just about cover Lisa's
bottom. There was also a tiny pair of black lace, tie-sided panties next
to the nighty.
"What do you think David?" Lisa asked, smiling her wicked little
lopsided smile.
"It looks lovely," I said honestly. "Very fetching and really sexy."
Lisa grabbed my face lightly with her hands and gave me a big kiss. "I
am so glad you like it," she said brightly. "I can't wait to see you
with it on."
"What? But, but," I stammered in shock.
"But-but-but," Lisa teased me with a mimic of my reaction. But, suddenly
becoming all serious again, she just looked me directly in the eye and
told me, very directly, "Be a good boy and put it on."
And so, I did.
The panties were quite a full cut and covered the whole of my bottom as
well as my erect shaft. Though it took both Lisa and I to tie the satin
waistband and get the bows just right. The baby doll itself was much
easier as I just had to put my arms into it and let it shimmy down my
body. But it was the sensation I got once it was on.
I don't know if it was the material the nighty was made from, or the
fact I was then hairless, or the moisturizer, or perhaps a combination
of all those things, but the nightdress felt so sensual and stimulating.
I can only describe it by saying it felt as if I was being caressed and
lightly kissed everywhere the nightdress touched my flesh. When I moved,
and when the nightdress moved over my skin, it felt like tiny kisses
touching my flesh, or tiny electric tingles dancing over me.
"How does it feel?" Lisa asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"It's really nice," was all I could say. But my already erect manhood
had somehow grown and was straining to escape the panties: and that told
Lisa more than my words could exactly how the nighty felt against my
hairless flesh.
Lisa smiled at me. "I think it's more than nice. At least somebody
really likes the feel of satin and lace against their skin." She was
looking at my straining manhood as she spoke.
It was true, of course, my penis did react to the sexy feel of the
nighty even if I felt a little embarrassed about wearing it. But what
Lisa did next was a little surprising. She told me to come closer to her
and, as I did, she brought out a pair of police-style handcuffs.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back," Lisa instructed me.
I did and felt the cold steal cuff close around my wrists. Next, she
used a sleep mask to blindfold me. When she was happy with my state of
helplessness Lisa had me kneel in the corner of the bedroom. It was all
so I wouldn't be tempted to 'take liberties' while she was removing her
makeup and getting ready for bed. But I remember her kissing my ear as
she whispered to me, "I'll try to be quick darling so please wait for
me. We girls have so much to do just to make ourselves pretty for bed.
But you'll find that out for yourself, in good time."
How long I was left there I couldn't be sure. And I know women have
extra things to do just to get ready for bed. Lisa was always so very
careful about making sure her makeup was removed correctly: and that her
skin was properly cared for. Her perfect skin was one of the things I
adored about her. So, I had accepted that she had her nightly ritual to
perform before getting into bed. But, being left, kneeling in the
corner, cuffed and blindfolded, with the soft material of my nightdress
caressing me, was diving me to distraction.
I would have loved just to be able to watch her. To watch her creaming
her face and removing her eyeshadow and so on. But I was blindfolded and
helpless to do other than think of all the things she was doing behind
me. I could hear her. I could hear her moving about, hear her opening
and closing some jar or another. I could also hear her self-satisfied
little hum as she went about doing whatever it was that was taking so
long. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Lisa came over to me.
"I want you to stay on your knees for now darling," she began, gently
brushing my hair. "But back out of the corner slowly."
I did as she told me and also followed her instructions to shuffle
around the bedroom until she had me in the position she wanted me in.
Only then did Lisa remove my blindfold. I was facing a full-length
mirror and Lisa was standing behind me and just to my right-hand side.
At first, I was a little shocked to see myself dressed in the small baby
doll nighty but then my eyes went to Lisa. She was dressed in a one-
piece nylon catsuit. It was black, and as sheer as a pair of stockings.
It covered Lisa from the tip of her toes all the way up to her slender
neck. On the front of the catsuit, in a deep Burgundy color, was a 'V'
of satin that went from her shoulders, over her breasts, and then down
between her legs. I have to say it but, in that outfit, Lisa looked
every inch the goddess she was to me. It clung to her body like a second
skin and, just like her own flesh, it was smooth and flawless.
"You look beautiful mistress," I said in all honesty. Noting myself that
I had called her mistress for the first time: and did so without
bidding.
Lisa smiled and stroked my cheek.
"You don't have to call me mistress," she said gently caressing my
cheek. "I always think that sound a little corny. Or something you
should say with a professional dominatrix. It's doesn't really fit with
a loving couple in a female lead relationship. But you're right, you
should show your respect for your place in our power balance. So, from
now on you must always call me either Miss or Miss Lisa. That's fair
isn't it darling?"
"Yes Miss Lisa," I replied, returning her smile with a slightly
embarrassed one of my own.
"Well then, now that that's settled," she said blithely. She walked over
to the bed, sat down and parted her thighs. "Why don't you be a good boy
and come and show me how much you want to worship me."
No second invitation was necessary. I shuffled forward on my knees as
Lisa lay back on the bed. She parted her thighs to reveal that her
catsuit was, in fact, crutch-less and that her sex was already swollen
and glistening wet from her excitement. Positioning myself between her
open thighs I quickly set to work with my lips and tongue and at once
Lisa began moaning softly in her dreamy pleasure. Her hand came and
rested on the back of my head, gently pressing me closer to her needy
sex.
"That's right darling," Lisa cooed. "Worship your goddess. That's a good
boy."
And worship her I did. I worshiped her through three orgasms. Kept on
worshiping her even when her thighs clamped around my head so tightly
that it felt like they were about to crush my skull. I worshiped her
while she wound my hair around her fingers and pulled on it, forcing my
face deeper into her sex. Even when my tongue felt numb and my jaw was
aching, I kept on worshiping her. And why? Because she truly was my
goddess and I was devoted to her.
After coming down from her third orgasm Lisa had me stand up. She turned
me around and unlocked the cuff from my right wrist. She had me lay on
the bed, raise my hand above my head, where she then relocked the cuffs
with my hands now chained to the headboard. She lay beside me, kissing
me and lightly stroking my body through lacy material of the nighty.
"I know as a top I should be demanding without ever giving praise," she
said resting her head on my outstretched arm. "Can't have a slave
getting big-headed can we now," she giggled. "But you really are very
good with your tongue." As she was saying this her hand drifted down to
my satin cover penis. She took hold of my manhood, squeezing as she
kissed me on the lips. "You know something? I think you are so good with
that tongue of yours that I might lock your cock away for, oh, I don't
know, maybe forever. Would you like that darling?"
"No miss," I gasped, shocked at the very suggestion. "Please don't do
that. I want to be able to make love to you Miss Lisa. I want to be able
to give you pleasure with my cock as well as my tongue."
"I don't know," she said, playing with my cock, and my mind no doubt. "I
mean a cock is nice but very messy at times. And you do seem to worship
me better. Or should I say you worship me as a good slave should, when
you've been caged for a while. I think we'll have to keep you caged for
a few days, just to see if you can perform better. You'll agree to that,
won't you my darling slave David?"
I heard myself saying I would agree if it made Lisa happy. It wasn't
something that came from me consciously. Rather the words just came out
of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying. Either way, conscious
or unconscious, my words made Lisa smiled in satisfaction.
Lisa began toying with my cock again. Her fingers lightly traced the
outline of my manhood through my panties. She kissed me while teasing me
ever so gently. And, when my hips raised to get a firmer touch from her
hand, Lisa just smiled and pulled her hand away. Only when I relaxed
again did she go back to teasing me. Edging, Lisa called it. Teasing me
with only the lightest of touches that slowly built an orgasm deep
within me. But her touches only allowed the orgasm to build, never to be
released. And she could keep me in that state for an eternity. In fact,
Lisa relished keeping me in that state, bring me close to orgasm time
after time, yet never allowing me to cum.
"Would you like to cum darling?" Lisa finally asked, a wicked smirk
playing on her lips.
"Please miss. Please let me cum," I gasped, nearly begging her.
"Humm, I don't know," she teased. "If I let you cum in my hand your
balls are so full right now you'll make a nasty mess all over your nice
new nightdress. Then I'd have to punish you and you don't want that do
you my sweet."
"No miss,"
"I could let you come inside of me," she said almost dismissively.
"Please miss," I gasped, and I really was begging by then.
"But what about the mess?" she asked. "With your balls so full there
will be a lot of mess to clean up. Are you willing to clean me you like
a good boy should?"
It took me a few seconds before I realized what she meant but, in those
few seconds Lisa went to work on my manhood and brought me closer to the
edge than ever before. I felt like I was about to cum, about to explode
all over myself. But Lisa suddenly gripped my manhood tightly. She
pulled the foreskin back hard, pressing her thumb cruelly into the base
of my shaft and stopped my orgasm dead.
"Please Miss. Let me cum inside of you. I'll be a good boy. I'll clean
you as a good boy should."
"I know you will darling," Lisa said merrily as she swung her leg over
me. In one swift motion, she was sitting astride my legs. Her legs
either side of mine. Her hands either side of my face as she pressed her
lips tightly to mine. And her moist sex pressed down against my panty-
cover manhood as she began to slowly rock her hips.
She sat upright for a moment, her hands pulling at the ties either side
of my hips as she undid my panties. My manhood sprang upright in an
instant. And Lisa just gave me one of her wicked little smiles as she
took hold of my shaft in one hand, lifted her hips, then slowly settled
herself down on my aching cock.
I almost came, just from the feeling of her hot, wet sex enveloping my
shaft. A long, deep moan escaped from my throat as I felt her settling
down onto my shaft. I gasped as she tightened her inner muscles around
my cock, squeezing me firmly but not yet doing anything that might bring
me off. Lisa was a master, or should that be a mistress, at keeping me
right at the very edge of orgasm. And, as she looked down at me, like
the victor looking down upon the vanquished, she smiled and began to do
that thing she could do, that thing where she could ripple the muscles
within her vagina. It was something that drove me insane, and well Lisa
knew it, which is why she did it right then.
Very slowly Lisa began to rock her hips, tilting her pelvis so she could
rub her clitoris against my groin. I saw her bite her lower lip as she
reached up and began playing with my nipples through the satin of the
nightdress. She pinched them between her fingers, twisting them slightly
and making me gasp.
"Now you be a good boy," she said slowly. "You don't cum until I say you
can, understand?"
"Yes," I replied. But then Lisa twisted my nipples harder making me cry
out in pain until I added. "Yes miss." Only then did she release my
nipples and go back to teasing them.
For a long time, Lisa kept on rocking her hips atop of me. She was
barely moving on my shaft but, she was rubbing her clitoris hard against
me. Gradually her motions became strong and more rapid. She began
raising and lowering her hips and stroking my shaft up and down as she
did so. At first, Lisa's movements were small but, as she began to near
another orgasm, she would lift herself up, almost to the point where I
would pull out of her, then she would sink down rocking her hips as she
took me fully inside of her.
Both of us were breathless at that point. We were moaning loudly, both
our bodies yearning for the release of a climax that was sure to come.
Yet, even when I felt that I couldn't last another second, when my
manhood began to throb inside of Lisa, she just drove herself down on my
shaft, gripping me tightly with her vagina as she held us both perfectly
still.
"Not yet darling," she said, smiling her wicked smile. She held us both
motionless, waiting until my breathing had returned to normal and only
then did she begin to rock her hips on my cock again.
Several times she did that. Several times she took me to the very edge
of climax and several times she held me back. Lisa knew everything about
my body, about how to tease it, and how to deny it also. But just as she
knew my body, and its reactions, I also knew hers. Our bodies were
moving in sync, my hips rising and falling in time with Lisa's
movements. She was moaning blissfully above me, her breathing ragged and
she had a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Then I hear it, that change
in her breathing as her moans became deeper and more guttural. A few
seconds later I felt the muscles of her vagina relax. It always happens
right before her climax, her whole body seems to go limp but then, a
second later as she began gasping "Cum for me now, cum now', and her
whole body went rigid as every fiber of her being tightened and she
began to quake.
Lisa collapsed on top of me, she was trembling and grunting loudly as
she clamped her muscles tight around my shaft. I felt the first jet of
seed spurting out of me and I thrust my hips up towards her. Again and
again, I felt my cum burst from my cock and each time I heard Lisa groan
in approval as she clung tightly to me.
Finally, we were both spent. Lisa lay on top of me, kissing me gently as
she bathed in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her legs stretched out next
to mine and she held my face in her hands as she kissed me.
"Oh my," Lisa smiled at me. "Your balls must have been full."
"They were," I laughed. "But not anymore."
"I know," Lisa said, smiling wickedly. "And now you have to clean up all
the mess you made."
I went to protest but, before I could, Lisa sat up, spun around and sat
on my face. In one swift action settled herself down with my nose
trapped between her buttocks and her sex directly over my mouth. And,
with my arms cuffed to the headboard, limiting the movement of my head,
there was little I could do to stop her.
I felt the first of my sperm dripping into my mouth and, when I
attempted to avoid it, Lisa simply pressed herself down onto my face,
preventing me from breathing, until finally I opened my mouth and began
lapping at her sex.
Never before had I tasted sperm, let alone my own. It was salty and
little bitter, but it was also mixed with the sweet musky taste of
Lisa's sex which made it somewhat tolerable.
"That's a good boy," Lisa cooed. "Make sure you clean your goddess up
properly."
When she was satisfied Lisa climbed off me and stood by the side of the
bed. "Now don't you go anywhere," she giggled as she walked out of the
room. When she returned she cleaned my manhood with some sanitizing
wipes. They felt cold and I feared that my manhood shrank a bit as she
cleaned me up. Discarding the wipes Lisa gently lifted my balls a
fraction as she slipped the ring of the chastity cage behind them.
"I think you should be thanking me for taking control of your erections.
Don't you?" Lisa said as she slipped the cage over my cock. "Well, don't
you think you should thank me?"
"Err thank you miss," I spluttered.
"Thank you? For what?" she smiled wickedly.
"Thank you for taking control of my erections Miss Lisa," I replied
hesitantly.
"You're welcome darling," she said grinning as she snapped the lock
shut.
To be continued.
Please feel free to let me know what you think.
Regards. D.
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