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************************************************************************* Note to readers: First and foremost to the people that have written kind comments for my stories. I would like to thank you. Considering the time and effort I put into my stories it warms my heart to get some feedback.....I happily accept typing errors.....but! To my critics I was tempted to say "Fuck You!" but I want to qualify this. First off you need to bear in mind IT'S NOT REAL LIFE! I was criticized for not knowing about something since I had not experienced it, well of course not it is fantasy! I did not say it was an autobiography (and that is a selectable option). But, following your point I'm sure everyone would have loved... "Master put on a condom, because he did not want to give his slave an STD" "Mistress dabbed antiseptic on her slaves whip cuts because she did not want him to die of sepsis" and my personal favorite.. "I can't say what the slave felt or experienced because I have not done it myself!" As to the point my story was a clich?....of course it was this whole genre is littered with them as is life. Star wars is a Romeo and Juliet.....good versus evil clich?....I assume you noticed this of course But the most galling point is that neither of my critics have written and published anything on the site! How can you critique when you have not written a story yourself? My apologies for the rant but it is an emotive point.....so on with the story. ************************************************************************** I stood gazing at myself in the mirror an apparition of shiny black latex. The scent of it filling my senses and made my cock pulse in its rubber sheath. Yes rubber sheath not a restricting cock cage! I was surprised when the maid had slipped it over my rock hard cock and then shown me that she could set it to rippling along the length of my engorged cock delivering such pleasure.....I wondered could it also deliver pain, but she had not shown me that. As for the butt plug in my pussy....don't get me started! I reveled in the freedom of allowing my cock to throb and pulse with the thrill. So how did I get here.....and why was I very nervous of what was to come? I met Madame Sin online three months ago, I had noticed her profile on Fetlife and loved a few of her dominant poses, she being an older curvaceous Madame which ticked all the boxes for me. She seemed to note my actions because a few days later she sent me a message "Make me a friend" was all it said. I must admit it sent a thrill down my spine at the commanding nature of the message. However I did notice that she had thousands of friends. Her profile details were quite sparse with the exception of stating that she had a stable of sissy servants and was the founding member of the "Torture Garden". Intrigued I looked it up to find that it was a rather exclusive gentleman's clubs in the city. One report deemed it a den of fat old perverts! I was surprised it was a gentlemen's club. Now I do not normally make friends on Fetlife with others who seem to be collecting friends but something in the demanding nature of the message had me doing so. Once I was of course a friend she could see some of the more explicit pictures of me and she made a few ribald comments about them even intimating that she would like to have me in her stable. Being a married man I knew this was not going to happen...but the thought of it was exciting. Although I was happily married my sex life was none existent......and I was a submissive which my wife Penny wanted nothing to do with. So when Mistress commanded me to contact her on KiK I immediately set up an account and was soon chatting with her on a daily basis. Well actually she quizzed me on every aspect of my kinky nature, so much so that I was soon revealing all my darkest secrets. Madame broached the subject of hypnosis and I replied that I did not think I could be hypnotized plus I had read somewhere that you cannot make someone do something they did not want to do even under hypnosis.....how wrong I was! Madame still commanded me to give her my email address and a short while later an email arrived with an mp3 file in it. I must admit I was intrigued as to what she sounded like so that night I played the file. Her voice was husky and sultry and quickly had me captivated. She described a sissy bondage scenario and I was soon hooked listening to the story. After listening to it I went online and pleasured myself looking at sissy websites. It did not feel like I was in any way being hypnotized but the story and her sultry voice had me playing it night after night for the next week. Madame Sin kept in touch with me on the KiK during the week asking me how I was getting on with the file....I confessed I was listening to it but did not tell her it was just to get my rocks off! Monday morning Madame contacted me on KiK, she provided a mobile number and told me to call it....when she answered she simply stated.... "MADAME SIN COMMANDS!" and then the phone went dead. On KiK I got... "You will always have a butt plug in your sissy pussy from now on.....start with your smallest." I do not know whether I was compelled by hypnosis or just the thought of playing her domination game but I went upstairs and got my smallest butt plug before slipping it into my.......sissy pussy and then headed off to work. Midway through the day Madame sent me a message on KiK. "Go to the toilet and take a picture of the butt plug in your sissy pussy." Immediately I got up and went to the toilet. Now this was turning into a bit of a mind fuck. I was really unsure as to whether it was some sort of hypnotic suggestion or just my desperate need to have a Madame command me. Picture taken I returned to my seat vowing to myself that I would not follow her next command. It came a short while later. "Upload it to KiK and Fetlife." I resisted although the thought of showing my plugged sissy pussy....when I was at work was rather appealing! A short while after this another message popped up on KiK! "Ring my mobile!" I shivered because even though you cannot see emotions in a text I knew I was in trouble! "MADAME SIN COMMANDS" was all she said before the phone went dead. On KiK... "Upload the picture to KiK and Fetlife." I did as she commanded wondered once again if it was hypnotic or just my need to be a submissive. The thought of her controlling me hypnotically was a sissy fantasy of mine I had to admit. That night I received another file with another erotic fantasy....once again I pleasured myself listening to it. And so over the course of the next three months Madame sent me more files and I listened to each one....sometimes going back to previous ones....in the end I had quite a collection of erotic stories and was now spending my whole pleasure session listening to these files. Although I had been speaking to Madame all this time it had been via KiK.....and of course her files but no direct contact. Then out of the blue I got the command from Madame on KiK. "Ring my mobile." Where I got the usual. "MADAME SIN COMMANDS" ......dead line. However her command on KiK was far more intriguing. "You will make an excuse to your wife and be at the address below seven in the evening this Saturday. Make sure the excuse includes an overnight stay." I mused in my head that there was no way I would be going since I was a married man but before I knew it I was telling Penny I would be working the weekend. My job sometimes took me away for the whole weekend so Penny accepted the story without issue. I felt that I should have been ashamed at deceiving her but strangely I felt nothing! I wondered to myself if it was the hypnotic programming or just my fervent wish to be dominated. I certainly seemed to be under her spell whenever I heard her trigger words... "MADAME SIN COMMANDS" So the following Saturday I found myself at the door of a large house on the outskirts of the city. The maid who answered the door took my breath away in more ways than one....first her uniform and second she was in fact a he! The uniform consisted of eight inch shiny black patent leather stilettos, making her tower over me. On her shapely legs expensive sheer black stockings. These were held up by black satin suspender straps. The maids uniform she was wearing was definitely latex, I could tell by the way it fell and the distinct, enticing aroma. The skirt was micro short showing not only her stocking tops but her panty covered cock....which bulged out of the panties obscenely and was obviously very big....and hard! The waist so small I wondered how she....he could breath. The top cut extremely low revealing her ample breasts, well actually fake breasts. They were very good but there was a slight colour difference between her breasts and her bare arms. She stood watching me as I appraised her appearance with a little jealousy, I would have gladly worn that uniform. She bid me enter and then having shut the door led me down a long corridor to a room that could only be a changing, dressing room. There were numerous wardrobes and chests of drawers and a dressing table covered in cosmetics. One of the banks wardrobes had mirrored doors full length. The maid led me to the centre of the room.... "Strip!" she commanded. "Wait!......" I returned. "I have lots of question first.....where is Madame....what is she planning....wha..." The maid interrupted me. "DAVINA SILENCE." I stopped speaking......and then it hit me like a tonne of bricks. Madame had actually programmed me! I could not indeed now speak, the command the maid had spoken was an hypnotic trigger. I shivered realizing what a mess I had got myself into. I was now completely under her control.....and it appears her maids control as well! My mind was in a whirl as I tried to fight it, tried to speak. In my frustration I made to grab the maid but she stopped me in my tracks with... "DAVINA OBEY." At this trigger I was eager to do her bidding....I had to......there was no way of rebelling! "Strip!" she commanded again. Immediately I started to strip wanting only to obey her....obeying her made me feel good.....in fact my cock was hot and hard at the thought of pleasing her. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I did so. She placed a blue lozenge shaped pill on my tongue. "Close...and swallow." A wicked grin lit her lips she obviously knew I was bursting with questions that I was hypnotically unable to ask! "It's high strength Viagra.....you're going to be hard for the next week!" She chuckled with a wink. Allowing this revelation to sink in she swayed to one of the wardrobes. I in the mean time began to feel my cock start to tingle....was it getting harder...more turgid, or was it my imagination? The first item she produced for me to wear was most bizarre, it looked like a female torso resplendent with large stiff nipple breasts. It was in fact a latex torso that she slipped over my head lacing my arms through and snuggled it into place. When she had done I now sported a fine but fake pair of breasts, as with her there was a slight difference in skin colour but it was close! She positioned a stool behind me and bid me sit, I did so the new fake breasts swinging as I moved. Taking a scented talcum powder she began to powder my legs. Legs that were smooth and hairless since sometime over the last few months I had thought it right to rid myself of all hair below my neck....Madame's doing perhaps! She took a pair of latex stockings and rolled them one at a time up my legs. The initial touch was cool and restricting however soon I was feeling the heat of their tight embrace, my cock pulsed....and stood up hard as iron....the blue pill?. Over the latex stockings she placed glossy black thigh high stiletto boots....the heels eight inch! When they were severely laced in place she pulled me tottering to my feet, immediately I felt the pain on the balls of my feet as I was effectively standing on tiptoe. She wrapped a purple and black heavily boned corset around my body. Once again the cool touch made me shiver, sexual excitement as well as physical. Since she, was in fact a he, her strength meant that she could lace me into the corset so tight I could only breath by panting. Carefully and meticulously she attached the straps from the corset to the latex stockings. Touching my shoulder she bent me at the waist which was quite difficult with the newly fitted corset. So with my bum vulnerably flaunted in the air she slid a six inch butt plug into my sissy pussy. At the back of my mind I began to wonder why all my boy parts were now gurl parts....part of the programming perhaps! With a wicked grin she brandished the next item which was a clear rubber tube, this she slipped slowly and salaciously over my turgid cock almost making me cum! Over this and effectively to hold the tube and the butt plug in place she slipped a glossy pair of black frilly latex knickers. Once they were in place snuggly holding my clit and sissy cherries she produced a remote control. With the press of a button the butt plug in my pussy came to life causing me to yelp in surprise which made her chuckle. It seemed it was a thrusting device because it began to expand and contract pleasurably massaging my prostate. This elicited a groan of pleasure from me and a knowing smile from her. With another button press the rubber sheath began to ripple along the length of my cock gaining yet another groan from me. I expected her so bring me to breaking point and then switch off leaving me frustrated but she did not, in fact she allowed the two devices to bring me to a crashing climax whilst she looked on bemused at me air humping the two devices. Post climax I felt very wobbly and slightly guilty but she continued to dress me as if nothing had happened. I must admit it was strange feeling my sissy juice pool around my latex covered sissy cherries, but I knew one thing for sure I wanted to do it again! She took a pair of shoulder length gloves and slipped them up my arms, which meant that I was now almost totally covered in latex but not quite. The next item she removed from the wardrobe would soon remedy this I mused. It was a shiny black latex hobble dress. She unzipped the back and had me slip into it. The arms were full the collar high....the cut figure hugging. I slipped into it and she zipped up the back, from the middle of my bum to the nape of my neck locking it in place with a padlock. She took a heavily boned posture collar from the wardrobe and securely laced it around my neck so that I could now only look forward and slightly upwards. It did however have the effect of correcting my posture, meaning my bum was tucked in, shoulders back new fake tits thrusting outwards. This is how she left me.....posed before the full length mirror....with one final comment "You're going to love the torture garden............and they are going to eat you up!" she snickered. And so here I was gazing at my latex covered reflection. My mind in a whirl at how I had completely fallen under Madame's control. I had told myself I could not be hypnotized, how foolish I felt now. But the biggest fear....and perhaps a slight thrill was the thought of being taken to the Torture Garden.....it was a gentlemen's club.....fat old perverts! I was pretty sure I was not being taken to participate, this caused a shiver down my spine. Finally Madame appeared a vision of dominance although not in the strictest sense. She was not in leather and lace but the figure hugging dress accentuated all her curves causing my mouth to water, hypnosis or not I would worship this goddess! A wicked grin lit her lips as she swayed towards me "So my hyno slave still think I can't control you..." she smiled. Her smile turned into a wicked grin as she saw the turmoil in my eyes. I so much wanted to be her slave but I would have done it willing..... however I was not sure about being the slave of numerous perverts which seemed to be my imminent fate! "DAVINA SPEAK," she commanded. It was almost like a switch had been flicked in my head. "Please....please Madame...don't do this....I will gladly be you slave.....gladly worship your adorable body..." "Hush slave.....I know you will....know you're a submissive...... but.....you have boundaries.....boundaries you won't cross" "Please...no...I...I...I'm not gay....yes I fantasies about... curious....but" "DAVINA SILENCE." She stopped me mid pleading chuckling at the frustration that must have been obvious in my eyes. Without any more words she clipped a lead to my posture colour. "DAVINA OBEY." I obediently followed her to the hall where the maid was waiting with our coats. Taking Madame's coat I helped her into it before the maid did the same for me.....I felt so gurly that I blushed making her chuckle, ready Madame led me to her car. I went gladly even though it would be my first public appearance enfemme, eager to obey her.....please her. The Torture Garden was an old imposing building in the classy part of town. Two burly bouncers flanked the doors and nodded to Madame as we passed between them. Our coats were taken in a small ante room by a maid that was obviously a man, then we stepped into the main room to a sight which took my breath away. The room was the size of a ballroom with many corridors leading from it. Set around the room were groups of leather chairs but there were also places to stand and talk in groups...even a place for dancing. A small orchestra played something classical in the background. But what really caught my attention was the buzz of sexuality. Everywhere I looked something kinky was going on! And my brain also noted one thing that set me at ease. The clientele was not all old fat perverts...well there were few, but it was a mix of men and women, the slaves were a mix also. My eyes wondered the room taking it all in and Madame watched me a knowing smile on her face. There were slaves tied to poles around the room, mostly naked and few in leather harnesses, most showed signs of whippings or spankings. Yet others were kneeling beside or before chairs serving.....or pleasuring the occupants of the chair. I watched mesmerized as a female was made to dance seductively on the dance floor before her Mistress.....lover dragged her away on her hands and knees down one of the corridors. I later learned that there were numerous private......and not so private rooms around the club. It seemed every depravity would be catered for here. As I was taking all this in wondering what it would be like to be one of the slaves.....had they consented to this.....all seemed to be taking pleasure in their debasement and humiliation! when Madame spoke "I know you think you can't be made to do things you don't want to even under hypnosis..." She looked deeply into my eyes seeing the captive frightened me inside and a Cheshire cat grin lit her lips. "So what you will have to ask yourself is...... do you really want this.....not curious......just eager." She winked. "DAVINA COCK SLUT," she commanded. Instantly I had the overwhelming need to pleasure a man.....my mind of course rebelled against this. I was not gay so she would not be able to make me do anything against my nature. Still the need persisted. She watched me avidly, watched the turmoil in my eyes like a predator. She knew what I was thinking.....was I really....deep down.....a cock sucker? I knew this was going to be put to the test soon. Taking my lead she led me through the throng directly to a group of six men. "Marcus." She laughed kissing the cheek of a handsome tall man in the group. "Samantha...how good to see you...and with fresh blood." He winked eyeing me up and down. I blushed and my gaze fell to his crotch......really his crotch! I blushed even redder at where I was looking.....still he did look to have a rather large cock.....I lick lips!! "Marcus....this is Davina my new hypno slut......." He raised an eyebrow at my name. "Davina.....why don't you introduce yourself to your new..... Master......on your knees," she commanded. I carefully attempted to go to my knees before him which was quite difficult in the hobble dress but he stopped me. "My dear this will never do," he chuckled....the perfect gentlemen. Moving behind me he loosened the posture collar and then undoing the padlock unzipped my dress. I shivered as it slipped from me but not from the cold, just the fact I now felt even more vulnerable in my sexy lingerie . He retightened the posture collar before draping the dress over the arm of a passing male waiter/slave....slapping his bum before sending him away. Free of the restricting dress I went to my knees before him under Madame's avid gaze......and kissed his rock hard cock through his trousers. My mind flipped, so if I was not gay then I should not be doing this.....certainly not so easily. I looked up into Madame's eyes and she winked. She knew very well what I was thinking. This close to his bulging trousers the craving to taste him was almost overwhelming....almost. I thought I was going to resist until the butt plug in my pussy sprang to life and began to massage my prostate and then the clit sheath came to life and I was lost to pleasure. Groaning with frustration and pleasure my shaking hands reached up to undo his fly allowing his rock hard eight inch cock to spring free. The bulbous head slick with precum. This I avidly licked up looking up to meet Masters lustful stare.....I matched it with my own as I sucked the whole length of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I was surprised there was no gagging but knew this was probably part of the hypno training I had gladly subjected myself to over the last few months. I blushed despite the hypnotic training at the humiliation of sucking another man's cock as I buried my face in his crotch breathing in the heavenly manliness of him, resigned to the fact that I was a complete flaming homo fag....a cock sucking bitch. The more I thought this the more eager I was to taste his sticky spunk, that and the fact the plug and the sheath were also about to bring me to a shattering sissygasm! I pumped his cock crooning as I did and my passion seemed to spur him on because he grabbed my head and began to fuck my face. Soon I realised I was just his cock sleeve, something to pleasure himself in......to fill with spunk. Which he promptly did grunting his climax and spewing his hot seed straight into my stomach. I was somewhat disappointed that I had not got to taste him so as he pulled out I continued to suck eliciting a ribald comment from him "Jesus Samantha this bitch sucks like a Hoover." To my joy and shame I was rewarded with half a mouth full of tangy, manly, pungent spunk that I savored as my own sissygasm washed over me causing me to pant and mewl much to their amusement. Madame looked down at me and with a wicked grin scooped the drop of spunk that had escaped my lips back into my mouth. Lost in sub space I sucked on her finger eliciting a chuckle from her, knowing I was lost to my passion she moved to another group. I stayed where I was and was passed around the group as they talked, sucking cocks of various sizes and lengths. It seemed the more I sucked cock the more passionate I got to do it. Deep down I wondered if this was in fact my true calling, I certainly felt that I could not blame it on the hypno now. After all had I not said that you cannot make someone do something they did not want to do. I was musing over this when I caught the eye of a rather fat old man sitting in a leather chair. He looked across at me a lecherous grin on his lips. He must have watched me pleasure the group of men. He beckoned me to him and like a sirens call I went. At first I was reluctant knowing this was going to be unpleasant but once I saw the bulge of his cock I was lost....and once again the plug and sheath sprang to life. I groaned in pleasure which he mistook for hunger for his cock "Yes bitch it is somewhat magnificent.....but it will look better with your lips wrapped round it," he snickered. I shivered at the humiliating act I was about to perform but still I hungered to taste him. In anticipation on my ministrations he undid his belt and wiggled out of his trousers. I stopped short watching his huge belly wobble as he spread his fat thighs allowing the trousers to drop to his knees. His cock sprang to life surprisingly large at around ten inch. "Lick my balls bitch!" he demanded. Pushing my face between his thighs I breathed in the musky scent of him a shiver of humiliation sliding down my spine. The scent was dark and grungy, sweaty and to my reeling senses my masochistic pleasure...so...so...delicious. I sucked one of his hairy balls into my mouth. The taste salty and dark as I expected, my sissygasm rushed forward causing me to squeal around his spunk filled ball and eliciting a pleasurable grunt from him. I felt my sissy juice spurting but no loss of enthusiasm in fact I greedily went to the second ball leaving the first glistening with my saliva. His passion sparked at my submissive passion he demanded that I suck his cock. Kneeling up I licked the bead of precum from the bulbous head of his cock whilst looking into his lust glazed eyes "Fuck!.... you are one sub homo....." he growled. "I wonder if Samantha wants to sell you" he crooned no doubt dreaming of all the perverted things he could do to me. I shuddered not only at the thought of being his sex slave but the thought I was simply classed as property to be bought and sold! This wicked thought seemed to make my mind snap and from that moment there was no second thoughts as to what I was doing. I pleasured him to a grunting climax savoring his hot sticky spunk as I did. I kissed his cock and balls and thanked him and told him I would gladly be his sex pet....for all his perverted needs! After this I took cock after cock, relishing the act and the taste, spunk was now my ultimate goal, so much so that by early morning my stomach was so full it ached. I was kneeling looking at a female slave, she was tied to a post, arms above her, ankles manacled to the base of the post. I was guessing she had been there all night. Her buxom body showing many signs of punishment. Her ample tits had several deep bite marks one having drawn a little blood. Her strawberry sized nipples crushed by vicious looking serrated crocodile clips the tickle of blood from their initial fitting having dried brown. I looked up into her face expecting a look of misery but it was a look of pure unadulterated lust. She was indeed as deep in sub space as I was. We locked eyes and she mewled her frustration making me wondered if she has had any pleasure herself during the night. My gaze wondered from the large glossy red ball gag filling her mouth. I followed the wide trail of saliva over her plump lips, chin, down between her tits....to the pool in her belly bottom and onwards...to the sparse mating of pubic hair where it joined the syrup mess of pussy juice coating her plump aroused pussy lips. Deep down I wanted to taste her....I loved licking Penny's pussy. But although I hungered to taste her I could not. As I was fantasizing about this I felt Madame's presence behind me. "DAVINA PUSSY LICKER," she commanded. As if let loose from the leash I shuffled forward burying my face in her sopping pussy. I looked up into her shocked eyes as my tongue raked her pussy filly my mouth with heavenly pussy juice. She in turn screamed her delight spreading her knees as wide as she could despite the manacles to allow me better access. She grunted and writhed on my tongue her orgasm washing over her sending more juices gushing into my mouth. I found her hard erect clit and sucked it into my mouth she screamed around the ball gag and came to another shuddering orgasm. I switched back to lapping at her pussy and almost immediately she was humping my face desperate to orgasm again which I gave her by burying my tongue deep. After this my tongue slid back to her clit and she howled around the ball gag ready for me to give her another orgasm. I had not realised that Madame was there until she reached out and tweaked the poor slave nipples causing her to shiver in pain and pleasure. I watched her eyes squeeze shut and felt her thrust her pussy against my roving tongue. Madame reached forward once again this time with both hands taking hold of the crocodile clips. I watched the slaves eyes pop open in surprise and then recognition.....she knew exactly what Madame was going to do as their eyes met. Madame removed the clips letting them drop to the floor. A high keening scream escaped the slaves lips as the blood rushed back in to the engorged nipples no doubt supply extreme pleasurable pain. At this I sucked in her clit and nibbled on it causing her keening to go up a couple of octaves. She shuddered and convulsed in what was not doubt a mind blowing orgasm her shackles rattling and clanking as she spasmed. This final orgasm having exhausted her she went limp in her bondage her head sagging onto her chest. A warm glow enthused my body as I realised what I had done and then the plug and sheath came to life. I gasped and humped pussy juice drying on my face as my sissygasm built. It must have been the strangest sight me air humping and squealing my sissygasm, my face lathered and sex slack as more sissy juice filled my rubber knickers! I too then slumped forward in exhaustion however Madame had other plans. She handed me the nipple clamps "Put them back on her!" she commanded. I stood the first time in hours and took hold of the slaves ripe breast. She mewled but it was not a mewl of despair.....more lust. She looked into my eyes and smiled around the ball gag as I fitted the first clip, at the second she was back in sub space her eyes sex glazed. After this I went in search of pussy and found plenty....also more cocks to suck. Shocked I realised it was now almost morning and that I had been on my knees sucking cocks and pleasuring pussies all night. What really brought this home was my distended belly full of spunk and aching slightly. Madame must have noticed my discomfort because she appeared at my side. It made me wondered if Madame had been watching me all night, she certainly seemed to have been there at the pivotal moments. "Oh dear is my poor fag slave full....." She smirked down at me. "Perhaps piggy has guzzled down too much spunk." She winked. I blushed at what I had become knowing full well I had said it could not......would not happen. Yet here I was my face covered in pussy juice my mouth coated in spunk. My rubber panties awash his my own sissy juice....I was indeed pathetic. However Madame had one final turn of the screw "Charles dear.....I believe you have a need." She called an arrogant looking man over. He looked down at me a sneer on his face as he undid his fly. Obediently I shuffled forward taking his soft eight inch cock in my mouth. Assuming he wanted me to suck him to erection I began my work but he slapped my face! "Not that bitch," he growled. He gave a grunt and then the hot acrid liquid gushed into my mouth. I gasped almost chocking spilling it down my front before gaining enough control to swallow his hot piss. He did not allow me to adjust just simply used me as his urinal before demanding that I suck him dry and put his cock away. I looked at Madame my face red with exertion and humiliation. "Now tell me slave....did I make you do that?" I blushed even deeper red as Madame clipped the lead to my collar. I assumed we were leaving but Madame led me from room to room and soon I had six more loads of piss in my stomach which was now aching in the extreme. Madame did relent slightly and loosen the corset but I think it was partly to humiliate me more since she pointed out that... "My dear slave, you look pregnant with all that spunk......and piss you guzzled down....quite the piggy aren't you!" She snickered. I was relieved when she finally left the club and drove to her home. There I was stripped and given my clothes back.....no chance to clean myself just allowed to dress. After I was dressed Madame stood before me "DAVINA FORGET," she commanded. Much to my surprise I forgot nothing in fact I blushed at all the humiliating things I had done. A smile crept onto her lips as she watched my inner turmoil "Oh you pathetic wretch, did you think I would erase all those perverted memories...." she quipped. "No you will remember everything in all its explicit detail. What you won't be able to do is tell anyone about it." She chuckled at my gasp of shock. "This was just you introduction to the Torture Garden slave..I have more......painful plans for you yet......" She winked. "You may now go home to your......loving wife." She waved me to leave. Dejected I headed for the door wondering what further depravities she had in mind when she stopped me. "By the way is your wife a sub......or a dom?" she queried. I had to think hard on that one. "I......well she likes a strong man in bed....so I guess submissive," I murmured. "Mmmmm I see, well you certainly don't fit the bill......." she snickered. I blushed at her humiliating remark, but realised she was right! "Off you go!" I left, my head now filled with trepidation as to the plans she had for Penny!