Master's Sissy Slave - Chapter 6 - Penitence free porn video

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.