Master's Sissy Slave - Chapter 2 -Understanding free porn video

Master's Sissy slave by llatex39 Understanding After the final orgasm I could feel Marcus's hands over my penis and it then being forced back into the constrictive chastity cage, with a turn of the key I was now safely locked away, not that I had any more desire after cumming 6 times over the course of the night. Completely dazed after an incredibly restless night I felt the machine loosen it's bonds on me so I could stand up away from the machine. Marcus then removed the VR equipment from me as well and light flooded into my eyes. Before I could even come to my senses I heard Marcus speaking to me. "I will only show you this routine once, this will be your morning routine and if not followed correctly will result in corrective measures, do you understand Jessica," he stated. "Yes Master," I replied still in a daze. First I was fed in a manner of speaking, I was to go to an enormous 11inch thick dildo mounted in the wall and instructed to kneel before the it place my hands behind my back holding onto the opposite elbow and repeat the following phrase, "Master thank you for taking this worthless sissy to be your slave, Master thank you for the nourishment I am about to receive, Master this sissy will serve and obey you always", I was then to perform a blowjob on the dildo to suck the nutrients out which would feed me until my evening routine. After sucking for a while I was filled with the same plain cum flavoured gruel that I had been fed yesterday and being famished I gobbled it down as quickly as I could. Being so early on in my transformation Marcus had put me on a severe and harsh diet so that I would loose any fat and muscle mass that I once had. I also did not realise it yet but the dildo was an exact replica of Marcus's penis that I would come to love and worship. After this, I was led to the shower again and with no hesitation took my cold shower and enemas to prepare for the day, after being cleaned and dried I was led naked except for the collar and chastity cage to a make- up table. I was instructed in basic application of lipstick, mascara and some foundation to my face to enhance the semi-permanent make-up that was already on me. As Marcus informed me I only required a top up from what I was looking like. As I looked in the mirror I could see a huge change that had happened in my appearance. I was looking like a cross between a man and a woman but definitely more feminine than masculine. The strong jawline was still visible but was more tapered in line with a woman, I had higher cheekbones and my face was more delicate and missed that square shape I had as a man. On top of this with the make-up and injections that had been done to my lips I couldn't tell that I used to be a man. My hair was also slightly longer than it was before and died platinum blond obviously not having been cut for a while and maintained as I was in a coma. Marcus left an image of how I was to style my hair for the day which I needed to learn and comply with for a more feminine look. Thankfully this morning it only required a couple of simple bands either side for a silly schoolgirl look. Finally I was required to paint my nails in a bright red colour completing my make-up for the day. Then I was led to a wardrobe which when opened made me gasp of shock and lust. It was full of a wide range of outfits from sexy to slutty, latex, PVC, silk, uniforms and lingerie. There were drawers for panties stockings, gloves bras and head decorations. "Every morning," Marcus continued, "there will be a list of what to wear Jessica, you will be ready to serve as soon as I call upon you so you will need to follow these instructions exactly." With that, a list came onto a screen in the wardrobe for what I was due to wear for the day. As the list appeared and I fetched all the items and put them on as fast as I could. First came the restrictive white latex corset which I fastened up on the front and proceeded to follow Marcus's instructions on how to lace the back of it. I had to move to a hook on the wall and place one piece of the lace in one hook and the other piece in the other hook. The machine then began to pull and tighten the laces, pulling my already curvy waist slimmer and slimmer. It felt like I was being cut in half but it continued until I was at the same waist size as yesterday, 24 inches. The machine then proceeded to tie the loose ends behind me keeping me in the confinement. Nodding approvingly Marcus told me of his plan to get my waist down to a miniscule 17inches! With that I was commanded to zip up the back which I complied with and then handed a small lock which held the zip in place and prevented me from being able to remove the corset. Marcus informed me that even though I would not dare disobey or remove any item without permission, in order to accept my status of being the lowliest Sissy on the plant every item would always be locked and to be a constant reminder of that status. Accepting the lock off Marcus with a "thank you master," I proceeded to remove my ability to take off the corset and locked it into position. White Latex Panties with black trim and a bra with holes cut out for my nipples came next which I dutifully put on. After this came the white latex stockings with a frilly black rim around the top, which were surprisingly difficult to put on with my waist so constricted, but after much effort I pulled them up to my mid thigh and they stayed in position. After this a tight black hobble skirt was required and it snugly came to my waist, tight and clinging to my now ample and still very tender bottom after last nights punishment. It was only now that I realised my bottom had grown considerably as I could see myself in the mirror. Marcus had clearly injected me or redirected my fat to store in my ass so that with the corset on and my ample breasts I had a pronounced feminine figure. The skirt ended just above the knees and forced my knees together in a hobble fashion that would make taking anything other than small mincing steps extremely difficult. After this came the white latex blouse. This blouse covered the full length of my arms up to my neck. At the neck it had a full collar like a normal shirt which was very tight around my throat. The rest of the blouse went below my skirt and I was instructed to tuck it into the skirt which I of course complied. The top of the blouse was cut out around my breasts displaying the ample cleavage. To complete the look I wrapped a black latex tie around my neck and a shiny black steel belt was placed around my waist and locked as I clicked it into place, I stepped into my 5 inch heels which I then proceeded to lock into place. Satisfied I had followed all the instructions I then looked in a mirror and saw an extremely Sexy and slutty secretary. The feel of the latex on my skin and the wet dream of an image in front of me caused by previously exhausted member to stir back into life as it squirmed in its confinement. How was this treatment turning me on, I was a heterosexual man not somebody's Sissy slave! Before I could reflect on this Marcus led me to my final section, the Restraints. Here instructions were given on a screen as well. This was relatively simple, black cuffs on my wrists and ankles secured with padlocks which also had no keys as they belonged to Marcus. I was then led to a small pad on the front of the dungeon where Marcus introduced me to my first slave position. On my knees with back straight, (not that I could bend much with that corset on!) head up eyes down in submission and my hands crossed behind my back holding each elbow with the opposite hand/ "Every morning you will be here ready and waiting until I call for you, do not deviate from this position, do you understand Jessica?" "Yes master," I replied. With that I was left on my own kneeling in submission. Kneeling there not daring to move it was one of the first times I was free enough to collect my thoughts. Firstly I ran through what my options were to escape. Marcus had seemed to have planned out almost every detail. It looked like I was always going to be in some form of restrictive bondage or at least extremely restrictive clothing. With my waist crushed by the corset and the heels locked onto my feet there was no way I could overpower Marcus, unless he had made a mistake. In this room I was a complete captive, the steel security door was not going to budge and if what Marcus had said about the collar and the chastity preventing me from freely moving around the house and leaving the grounds was true then I would have to find some way to get them off before I made my move. Then a worrying thought crossed my mind - what if I did crave this - being submissive and being told what to do had it's own merits, previously my job was very stressful, took long and demanding hours and apart from the money wasn't enjoyable at all, but this version of submissiveness? A feminized sissy being Marcus's slave for the rest of my life? No, that wasn't what I wanted, and any step out of line? I was gripped in fear at the punishments that I had received yesterday thinking on my still tender body and aching testicles I was certain that if he could do that on the first day then it would be even worse going forwards. No I decided, I didn't want to be Marcus's "Jessica", I couldn't spend the rest of my life with someone that could inflict that type and amount of pain, but I was also scared, I had to obey every order of his and wait for my opportunity. Resolved I calmed down and continued to stay in the exact position my knees and arms starting to cramp up but I dare not move even a fraction which unbeknownst to me was good as Marcus was keenly watching on the camera for any slip up. ***** Sitting in my office watching my toy, I knew the calculations going through her head. Being a psychiatrist I could accurately guess the emotions running through her. Jessica wasn't an accident I had planned this for a long time. I am a sadist and homosexual and have desired my own subjugated Sissy for years. I need a completely obedient feminized sissy, one that would be seen as a normal woman to the outside would and but able to fulfil my desires in private, but more than that I wanted the experience of breaking down and building up my own toy in my perfect image. It had taken me a long time to find Justin. I was initially bought into his company to assess the health of the senior managers but as soon as I saw him and made the psych file on him I knew he would be perfect sissy, after all the sadist in me thought, what better pain and humiliation to take a strong heterosexual man and turn him into the most submissive feminine fuck toy. Justin was a classic heterosexual man who loved to be in control or command, at 6ft he was an ideal size for my 6ft 5 frame. I knew the process I was going to subject him to would affect his size as time went on. In decent shape with some muscle I knew that I could mould him to be a sissy of perfect proportions. After a couple of sessions at the company I had sensed that although he was a dominant he harboured some slim and deeply repressed feelings of loosing control, chucking to myself, although what I was going to give him would not have been in his darkest dreams. After months of seeing each other I prescribed Justin medication to help with his stress. Of course these were only designed to make him more pliable and to begin his feminization. Behind the scenes I managed to turn the office against him, so that when I told the senior managers that he needed time off for stress related issues nobody even raised a query. With no current girlfriend or close family that would question where he was I invited him round for the evening to enjoy some vintage whisky. Once I had spiked his whiskey and my Justin we completely unconscious I moved him to the basement and called on Dr Richardson to make the physical changes. Arriving in the morning with his 2 assistants we begun right away. The Doc was well known in my community for his amazing work and no questions asked. His "assisatants," were slaves that he had captured as soon as they had left medical school and broken to his will. Rachel a gorgeous blonde haired beauty who was now in her early 40's, had been captured the day of her graduation. The doctor had been tracking her for a while and after having a bit too much to drink at the celebrations she was an easy target. Rachel had the world ahead of her, a popular girl with a firm toned athletic body she could not have imagined a more different life than what she was going to be subjected to. After faking an accident that she had fallen into the river whilst intoxicated and ensuring no one would come looking for her the doctor could mould her to his will. The first step was to turn her slim 34-24-34 body and natural looks into that of a sex crazed slut. A huge ass and 40DD breasts were installed and with extreme corseting reducing her waist to a mere 16 inches. Her tendons were shortened so that she couldn't walk in anything less than a 6 inch heel and 2 large tattoos were engraved on her soft skin. The first read Slave and was engraved on the skin between her now ample breasts and neck which would remain visible for the rest of her life. The second read "Property of Doctor Richardson," across the back of her shoulders. Huge lip fillers a sculpted nose, higher cheekbones and permanent make-up completed the look of a sex doll. The once proud and defiant Rachel had been reduced to tears as she had woken and seen herself in the mirror. Naturally she tried to fight the doctor but within weeks her had her broken completely and moulded as an obedient sex doll and assistant. Sarah had been acquired under similar circumstances and was my favourite. Sarah had once been Steven and like his sister slave had the world ahead of him before the Doc showed Steven her place in life. Steven took longer to break into Sarah but like her sister was turned into a complete sex doll with the exact same proportions, with the only difference being deep brown hair and a chastised member between her legs. The Doc gave Jessica 42DD breasts, slimmed her waistline, made her hands and feet smaller and made changes so fat would store in her ass and breasts. Afterwards we did some cosmetic changes to her face, softening the jawline and sculpting her nose to be more petite and feminine. Finally Rachel and Sarah injected her lips so they were more plump and applied the semi - permanent make-up. Happy with the progress made the Doc left Jessica in a chemically induced coma to recover from the surgeries, returning a few times to check on the progress. After she had healed I planned to reveal her new life to her in the most devastating way possible. I had her in tight latex and in a mockery of a French maids uniform. I knew that Justin had like to pressure his girlfriends to act as French maids, secretaries and schoolgirls whilst he dominated them, so I thought it only fitting that he was going to become an even more submissive version of what he fantasised about. The fun at watching the confusion, anger and denile in her face on that first day made all the effort worthwhile. As I said before I am a sadist but keep my word, I have 1 month to mould my Jessica to be the perfect and loving sissy. Not that I am worried there will be no way she will be able to resist what I have in store for her. Any mistakes or infractions will be dealt with by punishment and by the time the month is up she will be nothing more than a sex crazed, horny sissy ready and willing to do anything I command. After what seemed like an age but was only an hour Marcus returned and immediately secured my wrists with a 4 inch chain, attached a leash to my collar and after having me bend over with my ass in the air, proceeded to slid a bluttplug in. I was surprised as it didn't hurt that much, probably due to the dildo fucking and stretching me all night long. Marcus then proceeded to inflate it larger and larger until it filled me completely and was clear that I could not expel it on my own. Pulling the leash I was again taken up the stairs and led to his office. I was only able to take tiny mincing steps due to my skirt hobbling me at the knees and a small submissive thrill ran through my body. This with the feel of my latex covered body and the plug rubbing against my prostate kept me on edge and started to feel really good. "You will stand here until called or given a task, when I give you a task or talk to you, you will answer with yes master to confirm acknowledgement, do you understand Jessica?" "Yes master." With that Marcus proceeded to work, answering calls attending meetings and having discussions with his clients. Throughout the day my plug would vibrate at low intensity driving me even more crazy with lust as my penis strained against my cage. Marcus would give me menial jobs and tasks to do. From making teas and coffees, being instructed to collect books and documents then file them away accordingly. I with my advanced degree and used to making million pound decisions was being treated as a secretary, still I thought having a chuckle at least I'm not a maid. My small chuckle however was noticed by Marcus and he gave me a stern glance that shut me up completely and sent a shiver of panic through me. Surely he wouldn't punish me for that. Keeping perfectly still waiting for my next order hoping that he would at least let me know what was going to happen and not keep me in suspense. At Lunch time I was taken to the dungeon and fitted to the treadmill again where I suffered through my 2 hour training session on how to walk. Marcus monitored me from his office and when he returned I was given a passable grade. After this I resumed my duties as his secretary running more errands until Marcus finished work at 6 where I was lead back to the dungeon. Without a word he took my wrists and chained them above my head. Using a winch to raise me higher until my heels only just touched the ground. Then removing my belt with his key he ripped the skirt off me leaving my behind free. He chained each foot so my legs were dragged in opposite directions and I was left hanging by my arms that were already starting to get numb. Pulling the zip down the front of my blouse and unhooking the bra my large breasts spilled out leaving them exposed. Marcus had still not uttered one word yet to me as he proceeded to take 2 pairs of nipple clamps out and brought them over to me. "Choose very carefully," he stated. I Looked at both options it was clear which ones I wanted - a pair with a soft rubber tip that would hurt but be completely bearable maybe even fun. The other pair were designed for torture, metal alligator teeth, weighted balls connected by a small chain and wires coming off them which I assumed (correctly) would be used to send a current through my nipples. I knew inside that this was part of my punishment for chuckling earlier - I only hoped he would go more leniently on me if I complied. With a large gulp I said "the right pair master". "Looks like I have a masochist on my hands," chuckled Marcus, when I looked confused he added, "This isn't your punishment I just wanted to see which pair you would prefer." I was stunned no surely he was messing with me, of course he would have punished me for taking the easy option, surely, but my immediate through was that if this wasn't my punishment then what was? With my mind questioning the choice I had just made Marcus slowly close the first clamp around my left nipple letting the teeth gradually bite into my skin. The pain was intense but thankfully nothing like the clamps on my testicles yesterday. I survived the clamp going onto the right nipple as well when Marcus slapped my breasts causing the weighted balls to start swinging pulling my nipples in circles. With a small scream as I was getting used to the pain Marcus spoke softly in my ear. "Don't worry Jessica, Screaming is the one thing you are allowed to do without permission. It lets me know that the training is working correctly, now don't you want to thank me for giving you the clamps you asked for?" With a sob I politely thanked my tormentor. "Now Jessica this is going to become an important part of your training, Every day after work you will admit to me any times you have broken rules throughout the day. You will beg me for corrective action in order to help you become a better sissy. If you fail to report any misdemeanour then the punishment you received yesterday will seem like a spa day" Still sobbing from the pain in my nipples I admitted to my master my transgression. "Master I had a thought earlier today and it caused me to chuckle in your presence." "Explain." "Master I had thought of the secretarial work being demeaning given my job and position, however I thought that at least I was not a maid, and it made me chuckle." "Jessica you will be punished severely for this, not because of the chuckle but for your thoughts behind the action." My thoughts behind my action? What did he mean? "Jessica, you are the lowliest Sissy slave in the world, your thoughts betray your position and betray me. You will find it an honour to serve as my secretary or my maid or my toilet if I so desire it. Your position is to serve me with your body and soul with you have swore an oath to, and I will make sure you never forget that." With that he produced the dreaded cane that had used last night on my still sore and tender ass. My ass was still so sore from last night he couldn't punish me there again? The wait was agonising as I could hear him slowly walk around behind me. Crack - I screamed in pain - it had hit me on my right cheek and felt so much worse than yesterday. "One," I quickly said through tears remembering to count or we would start from the beginning. I shook forwards in my bonds and the weight of the clamps swayed pulling the teeth against my nipple furthering my pain and discomfort. Crack "Ahhhhh, two," I screamed again as my left cheek was now hit. Crack, crack I almost fainted from the pain as Marcus laid 2 quick blows on each of my testicles. Recovering I barely made out the words "three, four," before he moved around my front and laid a hit across each of my breasts. "five six," I panted, those blows stung but nothing compared to what had just occurred on my testicles. Marcus continued to randomly rain blows on my ass, breasts and balls until we reached Fifty. I had only just realised that I didn't know the number of strokes I was being subjected to but he continued to 110 and told me my daily correction was over. Immediately I blabbered out through the tears, "Thank you for the punishment and correction Master." Marcus went on to continue "your daily training stands at 100 lashes per day, every day that you have a misdemeanour 10 lashes will be added to the cumulative amount. Everyday that you follow all rules and instructions completely 10 lashes will be removed from you cumulative amount. Now that was just your daily correction we must now deal with your misdemeanour from earlier." From here he reproduced the dreaded gas mask from yesterday and despite the look of fear on my face I said nothing as I had accepted this fate. Half an hour drove me crazy yesterday but an hour today with random shocks being sent though my nipples and I was delirious. As the hood was removed I thanked Master for the correction and started to babble that I would be the best Sissy slave in the world for him from now on. A slap across my face bought me back to reality and I remained silent, until the clamps were removed and the blood shot back into my destroyed nipples. I screamed in pain as the blood came back and saw the smile on Marcus's face. By now I knew that he was a pure sadist and no matter what I did there would always be a level of pain everyday for the rest of my life if I could not escape. I was lowered back to the floor and told to get undressed, with only my collar, corset and belt on Marcus produced a full latex catsuit which had no openings just a zipper through the middle. As I was putting the suit on I discovered in the hood a large penis gag which of course I made no attempt not to swallow it completely. There were no eyeholes so I was blind and only 2 small holes for me to breath through my nose. My hands were compressed into a latex cone so that I couldn't use my fingers for anything. Once snugly in Marcus zipped the suit up and I heard a padlock click. My arms were then fused together by a leather arm binder like last night and my elbows painfully pulled together again. I could feel the straps cross my chest and knew I was locked it tight. Insane heels were then fitted to my feet so I was almost on my tiptoes and locked into position and finally a harness was attached over my head and around my neck. Feeling the pull of the harness around my neck I wobbled forwards out of the dungeon blind and bumping into everything to Marcus's laughter. I made it into the lounge as I could hear muffled voices from the TV. Here I was lain face forward on the coffee table and my feet were locked together with a small chain. Around this chain a rope was used to tie the top of my head harness to my feet. I knew what was coming but with myself completely immobilised I could do nothing but wait as the rope was pulled taught and my feet moved towards my head and my head to my feet. The position I was now tied in was pure hell my head pulled back straining in it's position unable to lower even a cm for temporary relief. My arms in hell at being pulled so close together and my feet struggling to stay in position. I thought 10 minutes of this would drive me mad but Marcus was far more sadistic than I could ever have been. With 2 more straps I was bound to the table so I could only wiggle the smallest amount and Marcus said clearly in my ear. "This is your real punishment for your thoughts earlier today. You will remain like this for the rest of the evening and use this time to think and reflect upon your feelings and actions. You will then tell me what you are when I return." Trapped and unable to move I thought deeply at the situation I was in. Marcus was far more dominant and sadistic that I had dared to believe and he wanted my complete devotion. It had only taken 2 days but I was beginning to clearly understand that I was going to be his slave for a long long time. Although I called him Master - I had always called him Marcus in my head. As the hours rolled on and pain coursing through my entire body I knew that I could not afford any slip ups, I need to call him Master in my head and embrace this, if even just to keep a touch of my sanity. I knew that more evenings like last night and tonight was going to kill me. He would be my master and hopefully I would be treated more leniently, after all I had another 29 days to go until I was free. After an hour my body was trembling due to the position I was in and 3 hours later I dreaded that I would be fused in this position forever. Just as I had given up hope of release I was untied from the table and taken back to the basement where I completed my nightly cleaning and feeding ritual. Kneeling in front of Marcus, my Master, I waited for him to speak. "You may speak Jessica." "Master." I began looking up from my lowly position. "Your sissy slave Jessica apologises for her behaviour earlier, I had been thinking of you as Marcus instead of you as my Master, I had been thinking of ways to escape, or overpower you, however I now realise this is pointless. My Master will always be Master in my head from now on and I will make no more plans to escape only to think how I can serve you best." With that my Master smiled. "Good Girl Jessica, you are taking the first steps to embracing your fate." With that I was secured to the machine as the previous night. With my chastity device removed and my penis springing into action I was eagerly awaiting some much needed pleasure and release. As the images of different feminized sissy began to flood my mind I exploded with orgasms far beyond what I had experienced as a man. Perhaps if I could avoid mistakes and torture this could even be pleasurable for me. With that thought I had a restless night sleeping and cumming until the morning.