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DAY 3 BILLY I awoke on the second morning of my captivity very much like I had awoke on the first. The room was a little chilly and like last time there was no cover; only this time I wasn't naked, I was still wearing the pink frilly panties that he made me wear the day before. My body was aching all over which quickly reminded me of the previous day's events. As I rubbed my hands across my poor battered body I could feel the welts on my thighs and buttocks. My nipples were still extremely sensitive and I inadvertently made myself wince as I touched them. I could still taste his semen in my throat; or maybe it was just my imagination? My jaw was still aching in testimony to the ruthless assault he perpetrated on my mouth with his cock. I heard the creak on the stairs and the heavy wooden door opening; how did he always seem to know when I was awake? He must have cameras hidden somewhere in this room, in which case he was monitoring me all the time! As he entered the room I noticed that he was carrying the crop; my heart leapt into my mouth and my pulse raced. "Good morning sissy," was his introduction. I was too petrified to respond in any way, I just couldn't stand another day like yesterday, "Please Sir, please don't beat me again, I will do anything sir," I sobbed in terror. "Oh I know you will sissy. Now when I walk into the room and address you; you will get up, stand at the side of the bed with your head bowed and hands behind your back. AND YOU WILL RESPOND ACCORDINGLY TO MY GREETING SISSY." He looked down at me and continued. "Now then sissy, shall we try again? Good morning sissy." Knowing that to resist was futile I jumped up off the bed, assumed the position and responded. "Good morning sir." He kinda smiled, or should I say it was the nearest thing that I had yet seen from him resembling a smile since that first day we met. He removed the collar from my neck and said, "Go take a shower and use the bathroom sissy; I'll wait right here for you." "And remember that when you go to pee you sit down like a bitch not stand up like a man. You are a sissy now, you don't have the right to stand to piss like a real man." He was right I really needed to pee and I really could do with a shower, it was a short walk to the bathroom, there was no door and no shower curtain, he could see me clearly from his seat by the dressing table. "That's it sissy, pull you little knickers down, keep your knees together and push your little clitty down between your thighs so you can piss like a bitch." "From now on sissy, when you wanna use the toilet you will ask me for permission to do so first." "You will say; please may sissy use the little girls room sir, don't forget bitch or I'll stripe your ass again." It was so humiliating, there was no privacy whatsoever; all I could do was sit there like a girl with these wretched little pink panties pulled down to my knees and pee as he watched. "Now panties off sissy and take a shower, there's a towel in there." Five minutes later I was showered and just about dry, the hot shower had made me red welts look even worse than they were. "There's a can of my wife's deodorant on the side, spray yourself heavily all over; I want you to smell like pussy as well as look like it." It stung a little as I liberally doused myself in the spray; I must have smelled like a cheap slut. He sat in the only chair in the bedroom and clicked his fingers. "Here sissy, stand here in front of me and put your clean knickers on for me." "DONT FORGET WHAT A SISSY SAYS WHEN SHE IS PUTTING ON HER PANTIES, I TOLD YOU YESTERDAY," he added dangerously. He threw me a bright red lacy G-string; there was NO OPTION here, I quickly complied, remembering his words. "sissy is putting on her pretty little panties like a good girl." "Very good sissy, now you must be starving; do you want some breakfast?" JOHN Yesterday was the stick and today was the carrot; we were going to be spending a lot of time together so the sooner she learned that it was best to comply then the better it would be for both of us. She had to learn that she was completely dependent on me for everything, food, shelter, clothing and her life; but she had to earn them! Today I would use my crop sparingly, a few gentle taps to encourage her to behave correctly; there would always be the underlying threat of worse. I let her use the bathroom to prepare her for the day and even made her a breakfast of porridge, eggs, toast, marmalade and fruit with a hot cup of coffee. When she was finished I took her tray and returned with a pair of my ex- wife's five-inch heeled red court shoes. It mustn't be easy for a bitch to walk in things like this but they were essential for her new life. "I have given you food sissy, now you must earn your next meal. Put these on sissy, you need to learn how to walk in heels like a bitch should do." She looked up at me with her big doe eyes confused and pleading but ultimately she knew exactly what this was all about and knew that the crop would always decide her actions. Fortunately my wife took a UK 6 in shoes and my little sissy managed to get them on no trouble. "Very pretty sissy; now you need to practice walking in them, I like to see my sissy in heels at all times." I laughed as she tottered and staggered from one end of the room to the other but I was in no rush, we had all day to get this right. Eventually she managed a passable enough walk; she needed a few soft strokes from my crop across her bottom to encourage her, which was why I had made her wear the G-string to expose her buttocks. "That's it sissy, short girly steps, put one foot in front of the other a sway your ass as you walk; you will learn how to mince and sashay like a bitch for me." Walking behind her tapping her bum with the crop improved her movement and posture no end. I had placed a selection of my former wife's things in the chest of drawers in the bedroom; from the top drawer I retrieved a pair of black, lace-top, thigh-high stockings and told her to put them on then replace the shoes. "Your long slim girly legs will look even better in nylons; get used to the feel of them sissy, you're gonna be wearing them a lot." "You will look even prettier this time practicing your walk," I told her as she looked down glumly to the floor in her new attire. "Now put your arms by your side and flex your wrists outwards so that you mince like a little sissy girl when you walk." She looked embarrassed and ashamed as she struggled in heels; trying to remember how to walk and shake her ass with her hands held out at the side with her fingers splayed. Wearing the heels stretched her leg muscles and raised her bottom up invitingly; the next hour passed so quickly for me, if not for her? "Your legs must be tired sissy, sit down and be quiet, do not speak until I give you permission to or I will punish you." She sat on the bed with her knees together, her hands in her lap, gazing down at my feet obediently as I stood before her. It was one thing to control the bitch physically but it was altogether another thing to control one mentally! "You belong to me now sissy; don't think about trying to escape. My house is very secure and between my house and the perimeter fence as I am sure you can remember i have the added security of my dogs." "I can assure you that if you ever left the house on your own they would rip you to pieces and even if you did get passed them we are fifteen miles from anywhere and it's getting cold out there." "No-one's gonna miss you or come looking for you so you may as well accept your fate and make the best of it. You will be my wife sissy, you will obey me and respect me; you will cook, clean, keep my house and do whatever other chores required." "In return I will provide for you, shelter, food clothing, etc; this arrangement is non-negotiable; you will accept unconditionally or I will throw you out to the dogs right now." "DO YOU UNDERSTAND SISSY?" She started to shake her head in disbelieve and was just about to open her dumb mouth when I held my fingers to my lips and whispered "Hush now little girl, you have to accept the situation. This is gonna happen sissy and it is gonna happen my way. The only choice you have in all this is whether it's gonna be the easy way or the hard way, like yesterday?" "We can repeat what happened yesterday today, tomorrow, the day after and the day after that; in fact we can repeat it every day for the rest of your life until you accept your new role sissy." "Oh and by the way bitch, you had better get used to the taste of my cum; you're gonna get a belly-full of it bitch." I gave her a minute for it all to sink in before I continued. "Yesterday was the first part of your training to teach you what to expect if you disobey me; today is phase two." "If you're gonna be my pretty little girl then you're gonna have to dress like one'' "It will get quite cold and you don't want to spend your time naked do you sissy?" "Luckily for you sissy you're about the same size as my ex-wife." I gave her a red lacy bra and s pair of silicon chicken-fillet breast forms; my ex was always worried that her tits weren't big enough. I had ordered some bigger ones from the internet they would be at the post office in the village along with the other things I ordered in a day or two. "Don't be shy little girl, I am the only person that's ever gonna see you like this." She put on the bra without a word; there was fear in her eyes but she had accepted the inevitability of the situation. The little black skirt and the tight red top finished of her look perfectly; she stood before me looking for the entire world like a real bitch. But this wasn't finished yet. "Go sit by on the stool by the dressing table sweetheart." BILLY My mind was in an absolute turmoil; this man was fucking mad, no wonder his wife had left him, if she had left him, foe all I know he may have buried her up on the hills? He was a complete madman and a fantasist to boot! Did he honestly see me as a woman? If he wanted a woman why had he taken me? At first I was almost glad to put the little red top on as it covered up the humiliating red lacy bra but I baulked at the skirt. It was too feminine, to embarrassing to let him see me as womanly as that. My reluctance was cut short with a sharp whack of his crop across my bottom. "Look lively and put the skirt on sissy," he ordered. "Bitches wear skirts and real men wear the trousers sissy, that's the way life is." "You will learn that you are marginally safer when you are wearing a skirt; it's when you have to take it off you will find yourself at risk," he laughed. I slipped the short black tight skirt up my legs and zipped it at the back; it just about reached the top of the stockings he had made me wear. The reflection in the mirror shocked me at first and for a second I didn't realise who it was; I was in denial. "Yes that's you sissy," he sneered as he saw my momentary confusion followed by a look of horror. It had all happened so fast that it had taken until now for the full realisation of the significance of wearing these clothes to hit me. Wearing the panties for him had been one thing but having to fully dress like a girl could only mean that things would only get worse for me. The total humiliation of standing in front of a far larger and stronger man than me dressed like this made me want to wish the floor would open up and swallow me. There could be no doubt about just who was in charge of things, no doubt about the low contempt that he must hold me in? This was a visible statement of his power and dominance over me that I would dress up like a dumb little bimbo girl for him. Not only did he want me as girl he was also gonna be clearly misogynistic about it too! He obviously considered women to be beneath him, inferior to him and there do his bidding. The whole attire felt so uncomfortable, unnerving and alien to me; the heels made my calves hurt and the unfamiliar weight on my chest from the false breasts made the bra straps dig into my flesh a little; no wonder girls always had marks when they took them off! I realised that the whole point of a woman's clothes were not to be comfortable but to make her look sexier for the opposite sex. The short skirt would over no protection from a man's wandering hand and the flimsy panties would be no obstacle if a man wasn't the kind to take no for an answer. "What a pretty little girl you make; now for the next part." As I sat at the dressing table he opened the smaller drawers next to the centre mirror and I saw a selection of make-up. My heart sank; how far was the crazy sociopathic bastard gonna take this? I was soon to find out! "You will learn how to use all this make-up properly sissy; I want you to make the best of yourself and make yourself pretty for me every day." "If you know what's good for you," he added with a wink. "I will leave you CD-ROM you can use on a laptop with all the instructions on how to apply make-up. You will have plenty of time to practice." "We will keep it simple for today." He told me to apply a little foundation with a small pad followed by a little red eye-shadow, a black pencil under my eyes and thick mascara. It was difficult to do as my hands were very shaky but at least he wasn't beating me! I was handed some blusher for my cheeks, a little powder to dab and finally a bright red lipstick. "Put the lipstick on thick sissy; you are a cock-sucker now, my cock- sucker." When I was finished he told me to carry on practicing walking like a sexy mincing sissy bitch while he sat back in his chair and watched me intently. The tight skirt and the high-heels dictated my movements, my steps were short and I found it easier to put one foot in front of the other as I walked; it seemed to help me balance better? Once he was satisfied with my attempts at walking and shaking my ass as I minced he moved on to more instructions on how to act for him. He told me how to sit, how to stand how to bend over for him so that the skirt rode up and exposed my panties. "Well done sissy; time for a little break, I want you to slowly strip off for me first." "I will bring you some food down and after that you can pick out something pretty to wear for me for tonight.." "For now, put this on." He handed me a pale pink, short, satin dressing gown. He re-attached the chain, something he always did when I was left alone in the room, patted me on the head like a little pet and went upstairs, locking the door behind him. I was left alone with my thoughts, how could this be happening, how could I get out of it and what should I do? But I kept coming to the same conclusion, there was no escape, I had no control of events and it was better to play along with him than face another day like yesterday. He returned with a tray of food and placed it on the bed. "Eat sissy, you've been a good girl today so far and you have earned your reward of food and clothing." JOHN. I was playing the long game with her now; yesterday I had been brutal with her as I wanted to scare the shit out of the dumb bimbo cunt. Today I was going to show her that it was in her best interests to co-operate with me fully. I went and prepared some more food for her and some for myself too. She had looked so feminine in that little black skirt and red top; she was slim and the tight skirt high-lighted her cute bubble butt. The heels raised her ass up beautifully and with the nylons she looked as much like a girl as I needed. I could imagine bending her over and taking her there and then but that was not part of my plan. She was not ready for that just yet and though time was on my side, I was not gonna wait forever! She was already fully in my trap and she was gonna learn to become the perfect woman for me; obedient, respectful, sexy and submissive. I wanted a woman that I could fully control, a woman that would be the perfect wife, I needed someone to cook and clean, etc while I was working on my latest crop. But most of all I needed someone that wouldn't ask too many questions about my business, someone that would know their place and role around here. It made little difference to me that she was a sissy and not a real girl; in fact her being a sissy gave me certain advantages. Firstly forcing her to dress and act like a girl would keep her mentally off- balanced; keep her in a permanent state of humiliating discomfort. Secondly it would re-enforce her role as a female, a second class citizen with no rights or opinions whatsoever. I would let her out of the cellar soon, once that I was sure that she had grasped the situation. Before I would let her have the freedom of the house I had to be 100% sure that she would be too scared to try anything stupid. She would always remember her first day here and that should be a deterrent to her and there could be much worse than that for her if she ever did try anything dumb! She was sat on the bed when I returned with the food. "Good evening sissy," I said as I entered; to which she obediently stood up and replied. "Good evening SIR." She was a quick learner and the sight of my crop hanging from my belt loop of my jeans would serve as an incentive to her. We ate our food together in silence; I could only imagine what she must be thinking, how she must be feeling right now but to be honest, it really wasn't my fucking problem. Once she had eaten she looked up at me and asked in a hushed voice. "Please may sissy use the little girls room sir." I smiled to myself in triumph and gave her permission; I could see from the bed as she lifted up the pink dressing gown, pulled down her panties and pee'd like a girl. "When you've finished I have a little test for you." She came out from the bathroom and I gestured for her to kneel on the floor at my feet. "I'm gonna give you an hour to fix your make-up, paint your nails, toe- pails too with varnish and pick out a sexy outfit to wear for me." This would be a real challenge for her, she will be in such a dilemma; it was the ultimate humiliation for her to have to willingly select these girly things and transform herself into a woman for me. "And remember you're a girl, you need to be dressed like a girl should do for her man; don't forget I want to see sexy matching undies and stockings." I went back upstairs to my living room, put some porn on the large television screen, poured myself a large brandy and lit up a nice fat joint. There was a monitor next to my television so that I could watch my little caged bird at all times. There were four cameras placed in the basement so that every inch of it was covered. After about an hour I could see that she was nearly ready; I had deliberately left out only a small selection of clothes for her to choose from, short skirts and tight tops were something she was gonna have to get used to. Even so I could see on my screens from the look on her face the trauma she was going through having to choose her own outfit of shame and humiliation. I had plans for her tonight and to make her more pliable later I went to the kitchen and took from the fridge one of my homemade cannabis fudge brownies. It would take about an hour and a half for its affects to hit her fully but by then I will have finished with her for the night and she can concentrate on the second part of the evening! When I entered the basement she immediately jumped up off the bed and responded correctly to my greeting. "Very pretty sissy, you look good in a mini skirt," I said commenting on her tight, short blue skirt. "And the black top looks perfect for you; tell me what pretty little frillies you are wearing underneath sissy." She looked up from the floor and looked at me; at first I thought it was defiance and was about to reach for my crop, then I realised it was a look of submission and acceptance as she replied. "Sissy is wearing black lacy panties with matching bra and suspender- belt with stockings sir." "You have been a good girl sissy, you deserve a reward." I gave her the cannabis laced brownie and gave her time to eat it. "Say thank you sissy, I have been good to you today and I want you to show me how a good girl shows her gratitude." BILLY. I had chosen blue and black out of the available outfits that he had left for me as the other skirts and tops were either pink, which was too girly or red which was too slutty! It was the same with the fucking horrible girly things that I was to wear underneath; again I went for went I thought to be the 'safer' option of black. He must have known exactly what the psychological effect of having to choose my own outfit will have had on me. We both knew that it was a sign of my compliance with the situation that by dressing for him in this way I was admitting defeat and accepting the surreal as normality. It was a sign of my utter surrender, making myself look pretty for my rapist was almost the final indignity. Having to put on the make-up and dress like a girl so that this mad bastard could treat me like some dumb bimbo, cock-sucking bitch was worse than having him there making me do it! And I wasn't fooled by his insincere act of kindness in giving me the fudge brownie as a 'reward' as I could taste the weed in it. The reason that I still willingly ate the thing was that as far as I was concerned if I was stoned off my head then the evening may be a little more bearable? Once I had eaten the cake he gestured to the bed beside him and patted it. "Come sit here next to me sweetheart; just like my pretty little girlfriend." "My fianc... in fact," he added with a cruel laugh. As one arm slipped around my waist his other hand rested on my knee, rubbing my nylon clad legs slowly. "I have given you food and I have given you clothes as a reward for your quick learning. But more importantly I have given you a place in life; before you met me you had no purpose in life.." "With me you will learn that you have a place and a role in which you can excel; now show me how grateful you are bitch.." He took my hand and placed it in his lap, I could feel his hard cock through his trousers; I kinda knew what he wanted from me but I was in no rush to do it so willingly. He must have noticed my unease and said, "Come on princess you know what I want; don't be shy. It's nothing you haven't done before." "You don't want me to have to put you over my knee to remind you do you?" With that he unfastened his trousers with one hand, releasing his already erect penis and with the other hand behind my neck he guided my head down to his glistening bell-end. "Nice and gentle bitch, kiss it, lick it and worship it like you love it, like your life depends on it," he sneered. "I'm going to give you a chance to give me a blow-job like a woman does for her man, gently and with love and enthusiasm; before I take control." He handed me a bottle of poppers and told me to take a big hit; I knew that it was the best thing to do in the situation. The rush of the poppers would make me a little more oblivious to the actual act that I was performing. Also there was the feeling that being under the influence of something kind of absolved me from any responsibility; I had to be able to deal with this mentally and be able to try and blank it from my mind. "You will show me how a wife or girlfriend pleases her partner; it is essential that you know how to suck a cock willingly and happily to keep your man happy." There was no option but to obey him, there was nothing that I could do except to try my best to please this bastard; my life did in fact depend on it! As my tongue flicked across the tip of his penis I noticed the musky, manly smell of an alpha male on heat; it was overwhelmingly masculine and I felt even more inferior dressed and smelling feminine as I did. I found it more difficult to take his cock in my mouth as I was sat next to him; it meant that I had to open my mouth wider to accommodate his penis widthways. He moaned and told me to, "Just keep sucking bitch, show me how a good little girl shows her gratitude to her man." I sucked until my jaw hurt but it would not be enough for him until he had emptied his balls. I felt his hand on the back of my head gently pushing me further onto his length. "Good job my pretty little sissy princess, now get on your knees between my legs and finish the job." As I got up off the bed he slipped his trousers and shorts off and looked at me expectantly as I slowly sunk to my knees and continued in my new role as his little sissy cock-sucker. He grabbed my hair, gently but firmly and ordered me to. "Suck my cock big hard dick bitch, no hands just use your slutty little cock-sucking mouth." "Look at me bitch, I want to see your eyes as you worship my cock." I took his cock deeper into my mouth inch by inch as he muttered his 'appreciation' and gave me directions on 'how a real man likes his cock sucked by his bitch'. His musky, masculine taste overwhelmed my senses; I had never thought just what a real man's cock tasted like, smelt like, looked like; I had never thought that it would ever have been my concern or problem? "Now bitch suck my balls; you need to get them nice and wet." I licked and sucked his balls, thankfully they were shaven but they were still huge and I knew that they were heavy with his sperm. "Mmmm, very nice bitch; now take them into your mouth without using your hands." "First try one at a time then both at the same time." I felt his loaded testicle sitting on my tongue as I gently closed my lips and sucked it. It took me several attempts before I was able to do as he had demanded and take both of his balls into my mouth and suck them. "Good little cunt," I heard him moan. "Now back in your mouth quickly." He forced his cock into my open mouth; it was choking me as it pushed relentlessly into my throat but I knew better than to try and pull my face clear. "That's it deeper sweetheart, all the way, gag on it bitch." I bobbed my head up and down frantically until my lips were numb from the friction his hands holding my head firmly in place. Faster and faster, now he was pulling my hair and grunting obscenities. "Oh fuck bitch I'm gonna fucking shoot my load you cunt." He had taken full control of this act a long time ago now and it was only gonna end one way. He was virtually using my face to jerk himself off with, holding my hair, pulling me up and forcing me down quicker and quicker. "When I cum sissy I want you to hold it all in your mouth; don't you dare spill any and wait until I tell you to swallow it." "Do you understand?" There was no-way that I could have given him an answer as his eight inch shaft was forced deep into my throat. With all the saliva that my frantic effort had generated it took me a second or two to realise that there was rather a lot of another substance starting to fill my cheeks. It took me all my best efforts to avoid choking and spitting out his thick gooey mess; as he slowed down I could feel his cock beginning to soften; he pulled it out of my mouth and held my chin in his huge rough hand. "Open wide and show me my spunk on your tongue sissy." "Now swallow it and say thank you sir for allowing me to be of some use to you." I almost vomited as I swallowed the disgusting mouthful; it wasn't the first time I had swallowed his sperm but it didn't get any easier. I was just glad that it was over for now so I had no hesitation in obeying his last command. "Thank you for allowing me to be off some use to you sir," I whispered in complete abject humiliation and submission. "That was fucking good sissy; I will make a cock-sucking whore out of you yet. Now strip off use the bathroom if you need to and put on something for bed." When I came out of the bathroom there was a short black see-through negligee, black hold-up stockings and a flimsy pair of black panties on the bed. "Put them on sissy; you will dress like a bitch at all times, even in bed." "Especially in bed," he laughed. I noticed that the cannabis cake was starting to make my movements sluggish and my head was beginning to spin; so it was quite an effort to get dressed, much to the bastard's amusement. "Come sit here sissy; I have a bit of bedtime viewing for you, a little education for you to think about." He led me to the armchair in front of the large TV screen and proceeded to cuff my arms to the armrests and my feet to the legs of the chair. I couldn't have resisted even if I had had the courage to as by now my arms felt like lead and my head was heavy and stoned. "Mmmm, arghhh, w-what are you doooingg," I slurred unable to move. He fastened my head with a strap to the back of the chair so that I was unable to move it to either side; I was trapped staring at the screen whether I wished to or not? "Shush little sissy; you are going to watch a little telly before you go to bed. Now you must have realised that I have this room covered by CCTV so I will know if you are watching the films." I didn't really understand what he meant but he continued. "You will keep your eyes on the screen and you will watch and learn bitch." With that he turned on the TV and set the show in action. "Good night bitch, have fun and remember I'll be watching." He turned out the lights in the cellar as he left leaving me alone in the dark with just the light from the large television screen; I was so close to the screen that it dominated my vision. The first film was an assortment of scenes of girls dressed in stockings and lingerie giving guys blow-jobs. I sat transfixed, the cannabis taking its full affect and sub- consciously focusing my mind on the succession of porn movies. Some of them where quite gentle, the girl giving head as she would to her boyfriend and some were quite brutal where the man virtually raped her mouth until he climaxed. I noticed that a lot of the films seemed to focus the camera angle from the man receiving the blow-jobs point of view. The movies showed the girls faces up close as they chocked, gagged and eventually had the man's load of semen deposited either in her mouth or over her face. Some of the films were real women and some were transvestites; either way the 'girls' were treated the same way, as sex objects to be used by men. There were movies that were meant to be hypnotic training movies; images of sissy girls dressing and mincing with a background voice telling the viewer to be s good girl and dress like a sissy for a man. I was feeling so heavily stoned that my imagination drifted into the films and I was unable to think of anything else except the images before me. Film after film after film played out on the screen making me immune to the sight of cock! I must have sat there for at least three or four hours before eventually I drifted off into unconsciousness; dreaming about the things I had seen!