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Chapter 3 -
Broken
For the following days and weeks I settled into a routine of Masters
design. With my resolve to comply with the commands of my Master and see
out this month I surprisingly found satisfaction in the simplicity of
being a slave and following orders. I had worked so hard to follow all of
Masters rules and apart from a couple of unconscious misdemeanours, that
Master accepted were not malicious I had found myself enjoying the life.
I mean I would have preferred my freedom, but I was down to only 10
corrective strokes per evening, and Master did not torture me if I did
not put a foot (or in my case heel!) wrong.
My morning routine consisted of waking up by being shocked by the machine
as the restraints opened automatically. With myself being constantly
dazed and confused unable to get any proper sleep and unable to get the
message of the hypnosis out of my head. As expected these sessions and
the chemicals in my gruel was having the effect that Master wanted, even
after having multiple orgasms in the night I was waking up feeling
incredibly horny. I had to admit that even though I could do without the
constant humiliation the orgasms were beyond anything I had felt before.
I also loved being on edge throughout the day knowing that I was going to
have a mind blowing session throughout my evenings.
After the first morning Master did not appear to guide me. I was expected
to prepare myself on my own following the instructions that he had given
me.
As bonds on the machine freed me and I minced to my feeding dildo, I
could no longer walk without swaying my ass in the most feminine manner
thanks to Masters instructions and training treadmill. I always had some
form of heel on and after a while I remembered Masters promise to only be
able to walk in heels once the month is over. I however thought that was
not right and I could go back to wearing male shoes. Reciting my message
of thanks to master and then sucking away I gracious accepted the gruel
it shot into my mouth. After the sixth day the act of sucking a penis
caused my, "clitty" as Master made me call it to stir an act that before
this ordeal would have been unthinkable. I then accepted the cold shower
and enemas and thankful that the blowdry somewhat slightly warmed me up.
After this I brushed my teeth and made my way to the make-up table where
Master always leaves my chastity device after taking it off in the
evening. I think it brings him real pleasure to watch me lock my Clitty
up every morning. To take away my freedom and what it means to be a man,
or at least a man in control. Even the first morning being woken up alone
I instantly knew it was a test immediately and obeyed. With my Clitty
still shivering from the shower it was easy to slide in position with
some lubricant. Every time I closed the device and heard the click of my
manhood again being taken away I lost a more of my spirit. After a few
days of this click I began counting the hours to the end of the day where
I would be freed and have my orgasms. It should have been obvious to me
but my senses were still battered in these early days that it was just
another ploy of Masters to make me more submissive to him.
After I was locked I sat at my make-up table where the instructions daily
always became a touch more complicated. Master had started to add an hour
of make-up tutorials after my 2 hour daily walk on the treadmill as he
said once I had accepted my status the permanent make-up would be removed
and I would prepare myself fully every morning for him. For now it was
some simple foundation, pink lipstick pink eyeshadow, mascara, some pink
blush for my cheeks and clip on hoop earrings. After preparing myself I
went the wardrobe and it was a pink latex secretary outfit this time.
During the weekdays I would be dressed as his sissy secretary running
around after his every command. The outfits varied in colours and
restrictiveness but for now it was always made of latex. I hadn't know
the feeling of this before Master but I was soon addicted to it. Applying
whatever restraints were requested I would kneel on the pad in my
submissive pose and wait for Master to call upon me to begin work.
After a few days of serving Master as his secretary he started to give me
more tasks and before I knew it I was in a full secretarial role that
kept me busy all day. Master even had to reduce my time walking on the
treadmill and make-up session at lunchtime because he found me so useful.
When I heard this praise from him I lit up with pride and my Clitty
twitched with lust. Afterwards I found myself questioning my reaction,
was I being broken? Transformed? did I just want to lessen my punishment
or was I starting to embrace my submissive side? Master became so happy
with my performance that on rare occasions he would share some of his
meals with me. Of course in his true sadist fashion I would be bound with
my arms behind my back and he would drop the food into a doggy bowl for
me to eat with face down to the floor. Even this though gave me a glimpse
that I could satisfy him and see the rest of my month out.
On Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays I finished work earlier that Master,
changed into one of a number of my latex maid outfits and cleaned the
house thoroughly. I would also be a maid over the weekends unless Master
had special plans for me. I started to enjoy being his secretary during
the day as I felt I could use my mind and skills to help Master, but
becoming a maid always resulted in feelings of intense humiliation.
Master clearly knew this and exploited it to make me feel like the lowly
sissy he wanted me to be.
Whilst I was kept very busy I found during the day my mind starting to
wandering to Masters cock and if and when he would take me. He had
clearly stated that I needed to beg for it and although I was beginning
to embrace my role in this relationship in the back of my mind I knew
that the only way out of this was to see my month out and leave forever.
It was obvious though that Master had other plans, On the 15th evening of
my servitude and looking forward to my mind blowing orgasms that evening
(I was up to 9 over the course of the evening, even being able to have
multiple orgasms). Master took me to the dungeon and stripping me bare
apart from my collar and cage told me that tonight I would sleep in a
bed. I was surprised and confused wasn't master training me to associate
being fucked and sucking cock with extreme pleasure. What I didn't
understand was that the connection had already been formed. The lack of
sleep, drugs in my food, corrective measures and hypnosis had all done
their job.
So master led me to a rubber bed and proceeded to cover me in rubber
layer and with multiple straps secure me in position. I was patiently
expecting my clitty to be freed and a new device of some sort to be
attached to give me my pleasure but instead all I received was the VR
helmet and a large ball gag.
Securing both to me Master said, "Goodnight Jessica, keep your routine in
the morning"
It finally dawned on me why Master had been given me those orgasms each
night. Of course it wasn't for my pleasure or a reward for being a, "good
girl" or loyal secretary. It was to get me completely addicted to orgasms
though sucking and fucking. It was to get me addicted to multiple orgasms
every day. To my shame and horror I found that a single orgasm could no
longer satisfy me. I needed to get drained multiple times a day
otherwise I would go insane.
As Master left me he could hear my sobs as I believed that now it would
be very rare if ever that I would orgasm again before my time was up. He
could force me to do the most humiliating acts all for a single orgasm
that would provide fleeting relief. With these thoughts and wondering how
I would go back to normal after this the VR helmet sprang to life and now
watching the sissy's sucking fucking and having their Clitties played
with was pure torture for me. My clitty strained against her confinement,
the confinement that I had willingly put on myself because I had
convinced myself the nights were full of pleasure.
After all the torture and torment that I had been through I felt this was
the worst. I had 15 days to go feeling like this and feeling completely
subjected and once again played by my Master I feared right then that I
would not be able to win my freedom. Sobbing as my clitty continued to
struggle I had the most restless sleep of my life.
The next day was pure torture.
Master released me from my bonds and then left me to prepare for the day.
I made myself up and got to the wardrobe where a full on 50's style latex
secretary outfit was waiting for me. This morning the material felt
electric to my already compromised body. It was like I could orgasm just
by the feel of the latex, but of course I could only end up tormenting
myself further.
The picture in the mirror sent me into overdrive with lust and I braced
myself for the day. I calmed myself thinking that with the vibrating plug
I had been wearing daily I would be able to try and cum like a sissy,
achieve a sissygasm. I had been getting close to doing this most days but
with the draining of my ovaries (as master made me call them) every night
I hadn't been able to build up enough lust and frustration to push me
over the edge. Now I was convinced I could and stupidly, I was loosing my
sharp mind, stupidly I didn't even consider this is what Master had
planned all along.
Master was of course aware of all of this as he had been monitoring my
vitals from the start though my collar. He was in such command that he
even knew my pulse and rate when approaching orgasm. How could I fight
against that? But for now I was lost in my blissful ignorance and with
one of my last acts of defiance against Master I thought I could outsmart
him and orgasm as I was fulfilling my secretarial duties.
So with a stupid (stupid to me now but not back then) inner smirk I
presented myself on the pad ready for the day and for master to plug me
and lead me to work. I was plugged as usual leased and led to the office
where I started to attend masters every need. The plug vibrated away and
when Master asked me to co-ordinate a number of files for his next
patient I knew that I could eek out a good 15 minutes before Master would
expect me back.
This was my chance and as I arrived in the records room I refocused my
attention and concentrated as hard as possible using my anal muscles to
pull the vibe as tight to my prostate as possible. I could feel the
impending orgasm grow slowly, slowly, (If you've never had a prostate
orgasm it's a much more slow and gradual increase needing time to build,
but oh my is it worth it), (sorry got distracted. I am in my cage right
now vibrations humming away) slowly building until I think I can just
about push over the edge. With the sensations about to push me to the
most wonderful experience of my life, I couldn't even tell that the
vibrations had been reducing the closer I got to my orgasm. Master had
designed it this way so that the closer I got the lower the vibrations.
Master was in command of my orgasms, he was in control not me, a fact
that I had not even considered up until now. Right on edge and about to
scream in ecstasy the vibrations stopped and the plug deflated. Not
enough to pop out of me but enough that I couldn't use my muscles in my
anus to pull it towards my prostate.
Massively distraught and in despair I couldn't figure out why it stopped.
I was so close it had never slowed down or stopped before. Turning to
look at the clock my heart froze. I had fucked up completely.
It was 12.20, in my absolute idiocy chasing that orgasm I had overrun
masters meeting by 20 minutes. I didn't have the files he needed! Rushing
around as frantically as possible in my 6 inch heels and hobble skirt
trying to find the files he needed, fear began to grow. After the first 2
days of unbelievable torture Master had started to grow on me. My lashes
were down and honestly I was experiencing far more pleasure than pain out
of the relationship. Panicking I knew that this was going to change. I
had betrayed and failed master far worse than anything I had done in
those first 2 days. My punishment was going to destroy me.
It was at this time when fear overcame me so much that I thought about
just running for it. I would run out the house as far away as possible.
It was so desperate that I would risk the shocks just to get away. My
mind running away with me I pulled myself together as much as I could.
Could I deceive master and pretend it took me a long time to find the
files. After all there was a lot of file in here to find? No of course he
wouldn't believe that, I was halfway through my time here and with
extreme reluctance I continued searching for the file of Mr Peter Ian
Staker and once found like a scolded child returned to Masters office.
Sitting there with a chilling glare I dared to look at my master. He had
this ability to fill the room with his presence and anger but never
raised his voice. The fact that he was always in such a command of
himself drew my great admiration and fear of him.
"Jessica I have had to dismiss my client due to the time it took you to
receive my patients file, this has cost me time, money and reputation.
This is far beyond any infringement you have previously committed and the
consequences will be severe. Now what do you have to say in your
defence."
I was lost frozen, I had risked it all for an orgasm, which before this
situation was unthinkable but now it seemed like my life depended on it.
I had gambled and lost, lost badly, lost my orgasm and lost in my mind as
I knew I faced a sever punishment. Falling to me knees and with no spine
left I confessed everything and begged for forgiveness. I confessed of
how I could not concentrate being so horny and lustful, how I needed to
orgasm. I even confessed to how I thought I could outwit master when I
was out of his sight and how I thought I could sissygasm like the images
I had been brainwashed with throughout the night but that the plug knew
the right moment to cut off. "I then searched for Mr P.I.Stakers file
immediately and returned as quickly as....." I stopped speaking.
"Continue Jessica."
I couldn't believe it, a complete set up. As always Master had been
toying with his Sissy completely, my mind and body nothing but a toy for
him to use and abuse.
I started to chuckle and before long laugh for the first time in a while.
It was a laugh of insanity.
a MR PISSTAKER!.
I couldn't control myself. I wouldn't have fell for this trap, how did I
fall for this. Master had won and he knew it. I couldn't fight with him
at all not with my diminishing mind, not with my diminishing body. I had
15 days to go but that felt like an eternity.
After I composed myself I kneeled in silence, I was now in too far and
went for broke.
"Master set me up, building my lust to uncontrollable levels and then
denying my release. Master planned this and knew this and played me like
a fiddle. I submit completely as I will never be free of Master for he is
in complete control and I will have no thoughts of disobedience again and
will follow Masters will completely from now on."
"Master may I ask will you ever allow me to orgasm again?"
Now it was Masters turn to laugh.
"I knew this was effective but not to this degree. It shows that orgasm
addiction and denial is such a motivator that I have never been seen
before. Once you are mine completely Jessica I will do a paper on you to
show the most effective way to control your Sissy, but for now you know
your punishment will be severe. The punishment will be selected by
yourself to judge your transgression and if I deem it is not suitable for
the betrayal you may not survive what I will give to you. As for your
orgasms that is my decision and you will never question it again."
The day returned to relative normality with Master acting as though
nothing was different. Giving me orders, having me workout on the
treadmill and practice my make-up at lunchtime. I made an extra special
effort during this make-up session to finish looking as feminine and
slutty a possible to try and lessen my master anger. I could not however
detect a change in Master's mood and as the day moved on I became more
and more nervous and afraid. Master had wanted me to select my own
punishment, I was to choose how to be tortured and tamed. Physiologically
I understood how Master was conditioning me, although he had kidnapped me
and forced the changes to my body he had made me complicit in my further
feminization. It was me who locked my Clitty up every morning, it was me
that was applying the make-up, me who was dressing as his slutty sissy
and my compliance in sucking and fucking for my orgasms that had put me
in this situation.
I thought that I could last the month, I definitely could have fought my
Master harder made more plans to escape but my mind had been changed.
Over the past 15 days to my surprise I had found a love for my submission
for making myself sexy and desirable. Master had not taken my virginity
yet but I could sense his lust for me behind his controlled demeanour. I
has not given in yet I guess it was my last act, the last control I had
against him. Once I begged for him everything would change forever.
Bur now Master had once again turned the tables. The thrill of being
locked up all day knowing that I would have my incredible release in the
evening made it exciting. The feel of the latex on my skin was so good,
further increasing my lust for the evenings. Master was right, I did have
a deeply repressed submissive side that he had bought to the front. I was
willing and co-operative during all these days with minimal slips. I was
down to only 10 strokes per day but I had now ruined that.
Now however my mind was in turmoil. My orgasms controlled and constrained
whilst my lust ever increasing, I needed to come up with a suitable
torture, and not only that I would have to beg for it and explain why I
needed it and why it would guide me. Throughout the afternoon I knew what
was required of me. The irony of this was once I had decided what my
torture was going to be I was calmed down, knowing and accepting it would
happen and be inevitable allowed me to focus on serving Master for the
rest of the day. I am not sure if this was planned but Master had
conditioned me to acceptance, things were out of my control, punishment,
pleasure, I had no say in it I could only experience as it was happening.
As Master finished work I was led to the basement and kneeled in my
submissive position head up eyes down waiting for Master to start.
"What have you decided Jessica?"
"Master, I must first apologies to you. I am just the lowest Sissy on the
planet, to think that I could compete against or outmanoeuvre my Master
was pure stupidity worthy of Sissy like me. I placed my pleasure above
your needs which is unacceptable and will not happen again. I will remain
a chaste and ever increasingly lustful Sissy focusing on my masters needs
and pleasures and not ot my own. Master I beg of you to go back to the
beginning of my training, I need the lashes to go back to 100 per
evening and an additional 10 for my transgressions today. This will allow
me to continue to feel the results of my stupid actions today. For
today's session master I beg of you to use the torture clips on my
nipples and electric shocks as you see fit. I beg of you to whip my
useless sissy Ovaries with the flogger as you are so fond of. I cannot
give you a count Master but I know it needs to be until I am screaming in
penance of my actions and then for you to go further until you are
satisfied. I need the punishment ballet heels on throughout this master
and my head to be pulled to the ceiling by the hook you have used on me
before. Master every part of my body needs to be covered in pain for you
and once you are satisfied you need to implement the breath mask for an
hour and a half. The additional 30 minutes for my mistaken transgression.
After this master I should be denied my release for as long as you see
fit. Master I am now ready to be your complete Sissy slave, I beg of you
to use me in any way that you see fit, I beg of you to claim my Virgin
sissy ass with your beautiful cock, Master I beg of you to allow this
lowly sissy to service you with her mouth whenever and wherever you
desire. Master I beg of you to become your pain toy and slave as I know
this will bring you joy and my only purpose is to serve you.
Master please make me forever yours."
With a smile Master commanded me to undress. Standing there with only my
chastity belt and collar on, I was tied with my wrists above me as master
fitted the ballet heels onto my feet and locked them in position. My legs
were then spread wide and my arms winched into the air so that I was
pulled just off the ground. Master then attached the harness to my head
and slid a large lubricated anus hook into my ass. With a piece of rope
he proceeded to connect the hook and the harness and pull my head
backwards in a painful fashion. Satisfied with the position he tied the
ends and I could only look towards the ceiling unaware of what my Master
was doing next.
To my complete surprise Master removed my chastity device and I grew
instantly hard. With a latex gloved hand and lubricant he stroked my
shaft until I was at the point of cumming. Releasing his hand with me
already panting from the almost orgasm and the strain of the position he
went to receive the clips. Ever so slowly as he was releasing the first
clamp he stroked my Clitty. I was delirious with lust and then the pain
shot through my body. However my lust and Clitty did not disappear, if
anything it strained to it's limits, as the second clamp was attached I
thought I would explode, but I heard master whisper into my ear.
"you will only cum when I permit it."
I knew all too well now to not disobey master so with all my might I held
back the orgasm.
With the clamps attached and the balls swinging below my nipples pulling
them around master received the flogger and gently started to whip my
ovaries. I say gently but I was still in great pain as my need and the
backlog of cum made my ovaries ever so tender. Master continued to
increase in speed and ferocity until I was screaming.
Next came my 110 lashes - all over my body my ovaries, thighs, ass, back,
tits, stomach and Clitty all received the full hard strokes.
What amazed me, but not Master was that I remained rock hard throughout
all of this torture and when my clitty was stricken I almost shot all of
my pent up lust out at that moment. All of which I admitted to Master
when he asked me later.
Master then proceeded to shock my nipples whilst he went back to flogging
my Ovaries until I was on the verge of passing out.
My final torture for the evening of repentance was the breathing mask.
Fitted to my face and as broken as I ever had been the cycle begun. This
time was different though, instead of depriving me of air and then
bringing it back the air was sucked out to a thin level. This meant that
I only just had enough air with careful controlled breathing to survive.
It was the different but one of the worst tortures I had ever felt.
Always on the verge of being denied air, loosing the ability to think and
praying for it to finish. I cried in relief when after my punishment was
over and I took huge gulping breath of air. I don't know how to describe
it fully, the act that we all take for granted breathing in as much as we
want without thought, but how quickly that privileged can disappear?
Afterwards with great shame l to realise that I had maintained my
erection throughout the whole ordeal. How did this turn me on and keep me
horny. I had only two devastating answers. The first was that I was a
submissive pain slut that wanted to be used and abused by her master. The
second being that master had such control over his Sissy that he could
manipulate me at will. With these humbling thoughts I assumed that
finally I could get some rest but as always Master had other plans for
me.
My whole body was aching in complete destruction my arms and legs had
long since given away and I was hanging there limply, so I dreaded the
worst when I felt masters latex hand stroke my Clitty, within moments I
was again shamefully panting and ready to cum. Master then proceeded to
attach the suction cup to my clitty fastening it around my ovaries.
Master mercifully approached me and whispered into my ear,, "You have
exceeded my expectations Jessica. To beg for such a punishment to correct
your actions has impressed me. Now I want you to cum as much as you need
to my Jessica, you've earned it tonight and I won't be this generous
again."
With that my Master who I was lusting over laid a fresh assault on all my
senses. A current ripped through my nipples and Master was lightly
flogging my back and ass. By now however the suction had started and I
could only scream in joy despite the pain as the single most needed
orgasm of my life ripped through my body. It was shattering, I had never
felt this joy and pleasure before. Master had made me his. The joy in the
submission of fully letting go, letting master own me completely.
Whatever he wanted or needed I was his, even if I was locked for the rest
of my life, my whole purpose was to serve him, my Master."
"MASTERRRRR," I screamed, "THANK YOU MASTER, THANK YOU THANK YOU."
As the aftershocks of the orgasm wore down it was confirmed. I was no
longer satisfied with a single orgasm, remaining rock hard and as lustful
as I had been throughout the day, rocking in my bonds, I was delirious
with joy as master continued to work on my body. I felt as though I might
not ever recover from the whipping but for now I could not focus on that.
All that was on my mind was the second orgasm ripping through my body
just as pleasurable if not more than the first.
In the end over the course of 5 minutes I had 6 orgasms chained together
before finally passing out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
It had all been so perfect, as I looked down at my passed out Jessica. I
had planned each step of the journey but have to admit even I was
surprised at the speed of the transformation, the speed I destroyed the
resistance and most shockingly the way in which she came at the end.
Thinking back on it later in my life as I broke yet another sissy it
wasn't that shocking - the planning on my end and the brutality of the
treatment both psychologically and physically my sissies never stood a
chance.
But for now with my first stage complete I removed my unconscious sissy
from her bonds and gently washed her clean. I realised then that I had
grown a deep fondness for my Jessica and I knew that I would never
willingly get rid of her. My sadistic side loved to inflict pain and
humiliation but it only just dawned on me that to get my Jessica to react
like that to my assault made me appreciate her more. Any brute can just
torture and beat up, but it takes skill and dedication to bring a slave
to the heights that my Jessica had just received. With this thought I
knew that in my own way I loved her and would push both of us to our
limits.
For now I was content that phase 1 had passed - Gradually now I would
train her to be the best anal cock sucking sissy in the world. I was
going to train her to orgasm from the torture alone with no stimulation
to orgasm from being fucked in the ass and to grow lustful from sucking
cocks. I would train her to think of nothing but complete obedience and
cocks from now on.
After I washed and dried my Jessica I knew that this evening was an
extreme event - she needed time to recover and I needed to put my desires
on hold for now. She would recover and in a similar manner to tonight I
would claim her virginity.
Rubbing lotion all over her body and her tortured Nipples and ovaries - I
knew this would sting if she had the ability to be conscious right now, I
wrapped her in a latex sheet on her bed and proceeded to tie her to the
bed legs apart so the ovaries could heal. I left nothing but her face and
clitty free from the latex kissed her on the lips and left her to recover
for the next few days.
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