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Chapter 6 - Penitence
Waking up in a latex straitjacket with masters arms around me in bed, I
felt a huge amount of relief. Master was here to take care of me. Waking
slowly I remembered the ordeal that had been my first full day as Masters
slave. The warm embrace helped sooth and recover me but deep down I still
had intense and mixed feelings about what had happened.
Clearly a number of people had known me at that club, some were shocked
at my transformation others clearly weren't. I wondered if I really used
to be so hated in my previous life or if they had just saw an opportunity
to get rid of me and improve their own situation. Regardless Master
Grants last words sent a shiver down my spine. My humiliation apparently
was only just beginning and I would have to face those I had called
friends, colleagues and enemies as a sissy slave. Master had broken me
physically by himself during my initial training period and made me
accept my slave status, now he was going to destroy me mentally in front
of the world I had known and mould me into his perfect image.
I couldn't realise why master was so intent on my humiliation and
suffering since I had already pledged my life to him. I just assumed it
was another part of his sadistic side, which was completely true but
unknown to me it served Master a second more important purpose. Whilst I
had already accepted in my mind for weeks that I was Masters' Jessica, he
was so strong, smart and completely outclassed me, it was for those that
I had once been above or thought I was above that necessitated Masters
need to show me my true place in society.
Master had of course witness my hesitation to beg Mistress Janice and my
display of defiance before we left the house yesterday. Actions like this
for Masters slave was completely unacceptable. I needed to understand my
position and obey every order without hesitation, and ashamedly after all
the correction I had been put through so far I still did not fully
understand this.
For now as I lay drifting and recovering I could feel the aches and sores
of the past day. Mistress Janice as she had promised had destroyed my ass
with her crop and fucked me mercilessly with a replica of Masters Penis.
My pussy had been used raw and my jaw was still in agony despite having
had the monstrous ring gag removed for hours.
Remembering more I found that I was replaying voices that I had heard
during the initiation. Of course being fucked senseless and beaten I had
not paid attention at the time. Replaying it back I found voices that
sounded familiar that I connected with phrase such as "I always knew she
was a cock sucking sissy" and "I can't wait to parade her around the
office by her leash".
As these thoughts came slowly back I panicked and openly questioned if I
had made a mistake to sign the contract. Just a day before I had been a
gorgeous free woman dressing beautifully and provocatively. I had
elegance and class and would be able to make any man obsess over me.
Instead of that Master had shown me that in his world I was nothing more
than a piece of fuckmeat there for him and his friends to derive their
own pleasure for.
As quickly as those thoughts came I dismissed them. Master had done this
to show me my place and to show how thankful I should be to be serving
him. It was clear that I was stunning and beautiful but to secure a man
as valuable as my Master I needed to show the qualities befitting of a
valuable female. In my mind I remembered what I had desired as a man all
those months ago. Femininity and submission and I must give this to
Master.
I could feel Master stirring awake. It had been a long day for both of us
and we had a nice lie in for this morning. Thankfully Master recognised
that my pussy had been completely destroyed by last nights gang bang and
for the morning and the following 2 days he satisfied himself with my
quickly improving oral skills.
In the evening Master informed me that as his permanent slave my training
would increase. I had started to learnt the basics of being a slave but
had much more to learn. For starters my oral and anal skills were not yet
up to his requirements, my walk could still further be perfected and I
had many more slave positions to learn ad perfect. I needed to learn how
to cook and how to clean the house according to masters requirements.
Master did not want a slave that he had to constantly supervise but also
did not want independent thought. This was the point of my routines, to
serve Master whilst allowing him time for his other demands.
So with that in the evening I was back in the dungeon this time dressed
up as a slutty schoolgirl. After all I was here to learn so my uniform
should reflect that. As always the outfit that I wore delighted me. The
white corset being ever present and over this a white schoolgirl shirt
that finished in big pink frilly bows at my wrists. The blouse had a
large heart shaped cut out for my breasts and a thick neck collar where I
would either have a large Pink bow or a pink and white striped tie around
my neck. My hair was of course done into 2 pigtails held in position by
large pink bow ties. My make-up was always done with pink on the mind.
Pink eyeshadow, pink blush and electric pink lips. My ears were fitted
with a little pink heart as well. Below my white blouse I wore the
shortest frilly pink skirt, so short that it barely covered my chastity
cage and to top it off white stockings pink bow around my thighs. My
heels were 6 inch pink wedges as this training would get quite active.
After the first 2 days to make sure I was completing the training
correctly Master would no longer attend with me but I knew he was
watching on the cameras.
To start with I had to kneel and repeat my oath to Master. From here I
would bend over a bench and get spanked very hard 10 times by a machine
to get my bottom nice and warmed up and If I failed a task I would be
required to return to this machine for more spanks. After all I had been
through you would think a few spanks would be the worst of my worries,
but the machine hit with huge force and as I kept failing the tasks,
especially at the beginning, I sometimes found my self receiving up to
150 spanks per session, remember that I still had to fill Masters desires
after this and he loved to work on my already tender behind. After the
third night it was reducing almost reducing me to tears when I failed a
task and was sent to be spanked as my ass was being so abused. Master
would let me rub an ointment most evenings on my ass which I thought
relieved the soreness and pain but it was only a cream to soften my skin
and make the spanking even more unbearable. Master then even started to
mess about with me during the day. Whereas before he make me stand as
slaves should not sit in their Masters presence, he complimented me on my
hard work and as a reward let me have my own chair where I could sit
fulfilling my secretarial roles during the day. We both knew full well
that he was toying with me but as a dutiful slave I thanked him for his
kindness and compassion and now in-between duties for master I sat there
with my ass on fire.
Once I had received my warm up spanks I was required to spend 30 minutes
walking at a very fast pace whilst keeping my slutty walk. I then had to
go to the board and fill out the lines that master made me do each day. I
actually found this really fun writing the message that Master wanted me
to repeat over and over again, and when questioned I admitted this.
Master almost removed it from my training until I begged him to keep it
but the cost was that I would now receive 20 warm up spanks instead of
the 10. Once completed it was time to train my oral skills, where I soon
found out I really needed to improve. The device was a trainer that
Master had got off one of his friends and as always was an exact replica
of Masters penis. There were sensors all over the dildo and as when I
first arrived there was a screen in front of me that gave instructions. I
was required to comply with all immediately and often found myself
reacting too slow. With this the session was put on hold and I would have
to go back to that dreaded machine for my correction. The one part on
this task that I constantly failed at during my initial training was
deepthroating the dildo. Now that I was masters full time slave he told
me that would be the first technique I will master, but it took me a
while. After the oral training, it was only mean to take 30 minutes but
with all the breaks could take up to an hour, it was time to train my
pussy muscles (after Master graciously gave me 2 days to recover). I
loved this training and quickly found that fucking a cock with my pussy
was the most enjoyable experience I could have, of course apart from a
sissygasm, but these would now be much fewer and farther between. After
this I had a new yoga routine to practice to keep myself toned firm and
more flexible for masters future plans, before finally a silly bit of
cheerleading practice, which I loved, for Masters amusement.
The total time of my training was meant to last 3 hours each evening
after I finished work and then I was to freshen up change back into my
maid outfit and prepare Masters dinner. Unfortunately it took me a while
before I was adept enough to complete within the time frame and If I was
not prepared at the correct hour Master would send me back to the
spanking machine for an additional 20 strokes.
After a lazy Sunday spent as a skimpy maid I was back in full secretarial
role for the rest of the week and my normal routine resumed. Master as
promised started cooking with me in the evenings and after a few weeks my
non existent culinary skills were improving dramatically. Master taught
me from a number of books and showed me his favourite dishes which I was
ecstatic to provide for Master to enjoy.
As always there was a downside to my joy in the submission. Master
forbade me from eating or sampling any of the delicious food I made. If I
needed a sample taken to adjust the taste I was to take it to Master who
would then provide me with corrective directions, although after time
this became less and less necessary. To begin with it was agonising to
have these skills to cook and smell amazing food but be unable to taste
it. Then the displeasure of everyday going back to my cum tasting gruel,
I mean by now I was loving the taste of cum and getting addicted but the
food smelt so delicious. I truthfully can't remember how long it took but
it was a good few years before every last independent thought or action
was driven from me. It was only at this stage that I could revel in
cooking for my master for him to derive this pleasure alone by purely
him. After all a slave should derive no pleasure apart from that received
by serving her Master.
But for now it was torture and Master knew it. Master had also introduced
a new rule for me on the first day of me becoming his slave. I was to now
confess every thought and feeling that was against Masters wishes and
desires. On the Sunday evening after the initiation this rule was
introduced and immediately I confessed that even for a split second that
I wondered if I had made a mistake. I confessed the humiliation in public
and knowing that people who knew me were taking pride in my downfall,
compared to the way I had felt the day and evening before as a free
woman.
Since I was already so broken and recovering Master informed me that this
apart from outright defiance was one of the worst transgressions I will
ever make as his slave. A week later returning to the club on the Friday
night I was punished in the most brutal way, and thanks to my Master
after this evening I have never had a second doubt that becoming his
slave was the best and only choice I could have ever made in my life.
The week passed normally and I had even forgotten about my upcoming
punishment. It's funny but I could feel myself changing everyday. Since
the night of my freedom Master had not granted me a release but would
still use me everyday. This meant that by the time Friday came around I
was in a complete lustful state with my mind focused constantly on sex
and getting rammed by master so hard that I would be able to exploded
through stimulation of my prostate. It was clear that most of my
intelligence was diminishing and eventually all I would have been
suitable for anyway were my secretarial duties, maid duties and cooking
for master, oh and of course screaming in pain for Masters pleasure. I
would never find this out but it had been a process initiated by the
chemicals that Master had always included in my gruel, all designed to
weaken my resistance and reduce my capacity to have independent thoughts.
Master also had declared that my body was still not to his liking yet
which was a reason for the yoga I was now practising daily. My arms and
legs were still on the slightly larger side for a sissy and I wasn't
flexible enough yet to maintain the strict bondage positions he loved.
Master would eventually introduce me to predicament bondage positions
mostly at the weekends as during the week I was still to valuable helping
him in the office hours.
So with myself stuck in lustful daze I was caught off guard when I was
told to finish early on Friday as we were going to the club for my
punishment. Obeying immediately I went to the dungeon to prepare myself.
Using the tricks from last week that Ruby had taught me I prepared myself
almost to the same standard but I looked stunning in the mirror. I
changed my earrings to the slutty hoops that Master liked and checked my
nose ring was still in perfect condition. I knew that the piercings were
coming when I accepted Masters command over me but I didn't realise how
much I would end up loving them especially in my nipples. Every touch
felt electric and the stimulation from my latex secretarial uniform added
to my increasing lust everyday. Now thinking back perhaps they were more
of a curse than a present as I considered as all master had to do was
play with my nipples a tiny bit and I was panting in desire.
Since we were going to the club I knew that I would be wearing
practically nothing and that was the case. For the first time since I was
capture I was without my corset - My waist expanded slightly to about 24
inches but I still had a phenomenal hourglass figure. When I was ready
all I was wearing was my white ballet heels, chastity device, slave
collar and 4 similar bands around my wrists and ankles. Kneeling in fear,
anticipation and desire master connected the cuffs behind my back, threw
the same miniscule coat over me and took me to the club.
Getting out of the boot as master led me down the street to the club I
offered no resistance whatsoever and after Master had a few pleasantries
with the monster owner of the club I was given to a slave to prepare me
for the evening.
Taken into a back room my cuffs were undone and my heels removed. For the
first time since Master had first acquired me I had no heels on. As I
tried to stand flat-footed I realised Master was correct. I needed some
heel on me just to be able to walk, otherwise I would have to stand on
tiptoes. I realised that at this point I didn't even care. Like most
aspects in my life I loved my heels and even though the ballet boots
would create a large strain on my legs and pressure on my toes, I got so
excited every time I thought of them or wore them.
The slave guide them proceeded to cuff my wrists to 2 separate chains and
pull them so my arms were held above my head and I was lifted lightly off
the ground. From here my leg cuffs were attached to 2 more chains and
pulled in different directions so my legs were almost doing the splits. I
was lifted higher and then lowered onto a replica of my masters penis
which by now slided in easily and rubbed amazingly against my prostate.
However it was only a small support as most of my weight was still
supported by my arms. Lastly my gorgeous hair was tied into a long
ponytail of rope and attached to the back of the frame. I was still free
to move my head about, this was only to get my hair out of the way whilst
my back was whipped.
I must have waited for about 10 minutes in the room before the floors
above me opened and we were raised on a platform into the middle of the
club. The previous holding room had been dark and as I was raised bright
lights were shining into my eyes. I was squinting around as I couldn't
shield them properly.
After adjusting slightly I could see 4 other slaves had been raised in a
circle in the stage around me as well. To me right I could see a sobbing
Jasmine who by this point looked completely broken. To my left I saw a
gorgeous looking man in his early 20's who had been gagged and was
futility fighting against his bonds. He was in this position as a wealthy
older lady had seen him as one of the most beautiful man she had ever
laid her eyes on and wanted him broken to become her slave. I could not
see the 2 behind me but since the commentator had stated there were 5
contestants I assumed there were 2 more. One of these was a gorgeous
shemale who had willing transformed herself but had soon found the
attention of a powerful businessman. After she rejected his advances as
she herself was a dominant he had her captured in order to turn her into
his slave. The final slave was a woman in her 50's that had had an
affair and tried to take her wealthy husband to court for a large amount
of alimony. She however found out that her husband was way ahead of her
and unfortunately as the world would know died of a tragic car accident.
With us all in position the commencement of the competition would begin.
We would all state what we had done beg for forgiveness and to be
tortured for our sins by the master of the slave on our right. The light
shined first on the (unseen to me) beautiful shemale. She confessed that
her sin was to reject her Master and not recognise that she needed his
guidance and discipline to be the most obedient slave for her Master. She
begged for forgiveness and ashamedly for an orgasm as once she was
capture he had held her in chastity for a month without release.
Next came the 50 year old woman who confessed to adultery and trying to
steal money off he ex husband now Master - she begged for forgiveness
screaming to be let go. It was clear that she was only beginning to fully
understand her new position in life.
Next came the confession of the beautiful and broken ex CEO. Jasmine
confessed that she had tried to ruin her Master Mr Stark but had instead
thankfully been exposed as the lying manipulative whore that she had
always been. She begged for forgiveness knowing that she will never be
forgiven and it is her role to be a humiliated pain slut for the rest of
her life. The transformation of her personality had been staggering and I
felt nervous knowing that it would be Mr stark torturing me tonight.
Next it was my turn. I confessed that after pledging my loyalty and love
for my master I had a thought that I had made a mistake in becoming
Masters willing slave. I begged for forgiveness and for correction for my
stupidity. Master smiled as I was the only slave to beg for the
punishment. Something that Mr stark would later spend weeks taking out on
Jasmine until she was a blubbering mess screaming for punishment daily.
Finally the gag on the man to my left was removed. He was to be masters
victim and I knew he was in for a painful night. As soon as the gag was
removed he screamed out shouting insults and to let him down. Almost
instantly the gag was reapplied and the first looser of the contest was
decided. All that meant was now Master could torture him for as long as
he wanted and he could not yield until the end of the competition. His
Mistress laughed expecting this response saying that the quicker he was
destroyed the quicker he would be of use to her.
The remaining 4 contestants were then told of the rules. The slaves were
not to speak or say a word. Any word would mean that they yielded and be
out of the competition. The slaves were however permitted to scream as
loud as possible. Once a slave had yielded then the torture would stop
but that didn't mean that they wouldn't face the wrath of their Master or
Mistress afterwards and in the following days.
The masters were permitted to use any torture they saw fit as long as it
did not result in any permanent modification. They were also allowed to
use the slaves and give the slaves orders. If a slave disobeyed an order
(which could not result in their harm or something beyond the bounds of
their confinement) then they would also be disqualified.
The winner was the last slave standing or if the 4 hour time limit was
reached.
With that it began. With a long time available the Masters and mistress
started slowly. Mr Stark asked permission to remove my chastity device
which my master allowed. Instantly I sprang free but shivered at the
punishment that was to come. As Mr stark approached me with wet cloth I
could hear the screams of other slaves around me. My Master had decided
to begin with his alligator clamps and electric ball torture but as his
slave couldn't scream all I could hear was muffled agony and pleading
through the gag.
Mr stark wrapped a layer of wet cloth around the base of each breast and
as the cloth dried around me it compressed more and more and cut into my
breasts. This pushed them further out and constricted the blood flow,
making them far more tender. Master had usually avoided torturing my
breasts apart from some whipping so this was a brand new sense of pain
for me. As the cloth dried completely the pain intensified and with my
breasts looking like they were at breaking point Master stark added a
second layer and once that layer dried added a third and fourth layer.
When he was done my beautiful breasts that bought me much joy in
displaying for master and much pleasure were on fire. From a spectators
viewpoint they looked stunning with 4 different layers of cloth tightly
constricting the flesh in-between. Master Stark gave me a kiss of
approval because his stupid slut could only contain 3 layers on her
smaller breasts, something he told her as she was now screaming from her
own torture that he would rectify soon. As for myself only 30 minutes had
passed and the cloth would remain in position for the full remaining
time. I could hear more screams to my right as Jasmine was cracked again
and again with a bull whip, but for now I could only fully focus on my
situation.
Master Stark then retrieved alligator teeth clamps with 100g balls
attached. He tormented me by slowly releasing them over each nipple, a
process I was familiar with when Master loved to do that to my ovaries.
From here he casually started to whip my ass causing me to sway in my
bonds and with the weighted balls my nipples and breasts were pulled
around and on fire. Every ten minutes Mr stark added 100g to the weight
of the balls until I had 500g almost ripping my breasts apart. My Master
excelled in torturing my balls but it was clear Mr stark excelled in
torturing breasts.
Master was enjoying breaking the man to my left with his breath and
electric ball torture whilst destroying his ass with his massive cock. I
felt envy (which I later confessed to Master) as I would have given
anything to have masters cock inside me right now. After a while the
masters and mistresses were allowed to switch with willing replacements
in the crowd. Master Starks replacement was Mistress Janice who quickly
proceeded to work on my ovaries which until now had been ignored.
Throughout the pain and torture I had never lost my erection which many
in the crowd delighted in pointing out. After an hour the woman in her
50's screamed she yielded to her masters disgust. She was taken down and
dragged out of the club by her master who promised she would regret this.
The shemale fared slightly better but when Master showed her owner the
way that he loved to torture balls she lasted only 10 minutes before
yielding. Her Master wasn't even upset as he learned a lot about bringing
his shemales into line that evening. In fact the masters all seemed happy
to give each other pointers in how to destroy their slaves and didn't
care about increasing the pain their slaves recieved as we were expected
to withstand it. After 3 hours of constant abuse mistress Janice bought a
large hot needled in front of me and said that if I didn't yield she
would pierce my clitty. In complete panic I almost broke but I would not
fail master. Being resolute in my decision I stayed in position as she
preceded to piece my penis and permanently secure 2 metal balls to hold
it in position. Master of course had pre approved the procedure as he
wanted to update my chastity to use a piercing to hold me in position.
After the 4 hours were up it was only Jasmine and myself left and the
gorgeous man who had long since passed out. We were given congratulations
from our masters for surviving which I smiled at. Master told me that I
had started my apology well and this was the first of my punishments at
the club for my transgression. I wasn't even surprised at this point. I
could sense the disappointment in my master when I confessed my feelings
and knew it would take a lot to earn his forgiveness and eventually his
love.
After the ordeal I had assumed that like last time Master would return me
home but the night was young and I hadn't even began to atone for my
first transgression. Master took my destroyed body and took me to the
bathroom. Here I was placed in a hole in the wall so that my face was in
the men's toilets and my backside was in a separate room. Once chained in
position I was free to use by any passer by in my pussy which I lost
count of after endless hours that night. On the mens I was required to
provide oral to any man who came up to me. Usually after they had pissed
and still had the taste of urine on their cocks. As much as I was
distraught by this what else I saw horrified me. As Mistress Janice had
warned me it could always get worse.
All 3 of the slaves that had failed the competition had been installed as
urinals in the bathroom along with 2 other slaves that I had not yet seen
before. If I thought giving a BJ to a cock that had a bit of urine was
bad these slaves had funnels that the club members pissed into directly.
They were bound in clear containers so they could see the men coming to
use them and in their eyes I saw the desperation and disgust at what they
were forced to do. The only reason I wasn't with them is that I had not
yielded during the torture.
Then I saw what would terrify and disgust me the most. Jasmine was
wheeled in encased in a clear cage. Her breasts bound in the torture that
mine had been for hours, her ass stuffed with a large dildo and a large
vibrating dildo in her pussy. With an arm binder fusing her arms and
elbows together and on her knees her head was pulled straight upwards as
a head harness held her in position. A hole in the floor was then opened
where her cage was lowered in and a toilet seat installed above her.
Jasmine was crying her eyes out, after the horrendous torture of earlier
she was now to be a shit eating slave for the rest of the evening. Master
Stark had not even cared that she survived the competition. Unlike my
Master who would reward me with good behaviour there would never ever be
any respite for her for the rest of her life, everyone needed to know
what happened if you challenged him. Again the words "It could always be
worse" flooded through my brain.
Again at around 4 in the morning Master came to gather me and as soon as
I was released I fell to my knees to profess my shame and humility at
questioning him and my choice. I begged and said that I wanted to serve
him for the rest of my life regardless of the consequences. With barely
enough energy to stay awake Master came to my ear and told me he was
proud of my performance tonight and proud I completed the challenge, with
barely a whisper left in me I replied "thank you Master" and with that I
collapsed after my 1st horrific night of penitence.
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