Chapter 2
Then one day Rick came to fetch me. He still looked great to
me, even though he had put me through all this misery. He wore a very
classy black suit, with a white shirt and a red tie. After the doctor
and Rick had discussed my "progress" a little, the doctor left us alone.
Rick stood next to my bound form and flung aside the sheet. I wanted to
be furious at him, but as he gently touched my thigh a passionate moan
escaped me as my cock stood at full mast. He smiled at this and said:
"Well Francine, I think that it's time to tell you what the future holds
for you. As you might have guessed, you won't be going back to fixing
cars. I have decided that you are going to spend the rest of your life
as a slave girl. I like my bitches muscular and I like them with a
little something extra between their legs. It makes them easier to
control. You are going to make a living as my maid and in-house
cocksucker and fucktoy. Occasionally I'll torture you, but not often.
When we get home I will break you and punishment will no longer be
necessary when I have broken you to my will. You may doubt it now, but I
promise that in a month all you'll think about is how to please me. I am
your Master and you had better get used to it." I looked at him with
mixture of disgust and passion. I hated what he said, but at the same
time his soft touch with my cock drove me crazy. I groaned with
disappointment when he removed his hand.
From his bag he now produced my new outfit: First came a pair of
high-heeled shoes. They were white with locking ankle straps and
stilettos 6-inches high and they were at least a size too small as he
squeezed them onto my feet. On my hands he put fingerless mittens made
of white leather that pressed my fingers together in a cone-like shape,
rendering my hands completely useless. Then came a wide, white leather
collar around my neck. At the tips of the mittens were D-rings and as he
released my hands one by one he locked my mittens to the collar. It was
the first time in a month that my hands were not strapped to the bed and
I naturally tried to fight him. But it was no use. He was much too
strong for me and he laughed at my pathetic attempts to get free as he
secured my hands to the collar. He pulled a strap through the crooks of
my elbows and tied it off tightly behind my back, thus making sure that
my arms were held close to the body, the elbows slightly towards the
back. Allowing me no time to protest he exchanged my regular black penis
gag with a huge white ball gag. The final touch was the worst, the
definitive sign of my slave status. The last thing he did before undoing
the last of the straps securing me to the bed and helping me to stand on
the floor, was to chastise my cock. He enveloped my member in a large
ice pack to make it shrink. And did it ever shrink! The shock from the
cold was nasty and it got worse as he kept it there until I was
shivering and my genitals had gone numb. Then he produced the chastity
device. It was a small, very small, metal tube. At one end a steel wire
was welded to it and at the other end was a ring. He now squeezed the
tube down over my cock, so that the end with the ring was at the head of
my dick. It was a good thing that my genitals were numb from the cold
because it involved a lot of hard work, pulling and squeezing to get it
on. Afterwards, when the feeling had returned, I would feel the pain
from this struggle to get the chastity device on, but as he did it I was
fortunately numb from the cold. When he had worked the tube onto my cock
he pulled my balls down until I cried out and then he took the steel
wire and wound it around the base of my scrotum several times before
securing the wire to the other side of the tube in a small locking
mechanism. The chastity device was now secured to my cock and wouldn't
come off unless the steel wire was unlocked. The finishing touch was
attaching a leash to the ring at the end of the chastity tube.
Rick didn't waste time admiring his handiwork. He undid the last straps
securing me to the bed and then he lifted me out onto the floor. My legs
were wobbly after sitting/lying down for a month and the unfamiliar
high-heels didn't make matters better as I stood swaying insecurely.
"Now, Francine, you hot bitch," Rick told me, "it's time to familiarize
you with certain aspects of your new life. First of all you must always
remember this: You are a slave and I am your Master. You will obey every
order, no matter how disgusting or painful, without question or pause.
You will never speak unless spoken to. You will start and finish every
sentence with the word "Master" or "Mistress", depending on who is
dominating you. You will learn all the rules later, but for now remember
these. You must always remember that you are the lowest scum in any
company and that disobedience will be met with punishment." As he said
this he picked up a riding crop and swung it in a low, hard arc striking
me squarely on the balls. My world exploded with pain as I doubled over
and collapsed on the floor, too out of breath even to scream. As I lay
there Rick crouched down beside me and spoke: "In a minute you will
practice walking in your new shoes before I take you home. It will be
difficult, but remember that disobedience earns you punishment. Since
you will be wearing stilettos 24/7 for the rest of your life you might
as well get used to walking in them." As Rick said this I became truly
terrified for the first time. Until now I had said to myself that once I
was released from the bed it would merely be a matter of time and effort
before I could break free. Now I began to sense just how complete Rick's
domination would be. He definitely didn't seem like the type who made
any mistakes. His punishments looked like they could be just as harsh as
those administered by Dr. Jacobsen and Rick was so strong I couldn't
believe it. Even after a month in bed I knew I was pretty strong, but
Rick had handled me like a baby, defeating me with no effort at all. And
when he had lifted me out of bed he had done so with the ease that one
might employ lifting a small handbag. At the back of my head I began to
realize that maybe Rick could turn me into a slave girl. The thought
almost filled me with panic. Rick spotted this immediately. He smiled
knowingly and stroked my cheek surprisingly gently: "Yes, my little
slave slut, I can see that you are beginning to believe me. That's good.
The sooner you give in and accept your fate as a slave, the easier it
will be. Less painful, although pain and humiliation will be an integral
part of your life from now on. Now get up bitch!" With that he pulled me
to my feet, lifting my weight me as easily as you might lift a light
shopping bag. His strength scared me badly.
He took the leash and pulled. Having no other choice I followed him and
for the next half hour or so I practiced walking in stilettos. It was
very difficult at first, but soon I achieved a small measure of control
and was able to keep up with Rick, although not very elegantly.
Satisfied for now Rick led me to the far side of the room were he opened
a closet. On the inside of the closet door was a full-length mirror and
for the first time in a month I was able to see myself. I was shocked! I
looked weird and sexy at the same time. My face had been resculpted and
was delicately feminine with full red lips, bearing very little
resemblance to my former face. My hair, although still short, had been
cut in a very feminine manner and it had been bleached white. White was
clearly going to be color, my shoes, the mittens holding my hands, my
collar, my gag and the strap holding my arms to my body were all white,
even the leash going to my chastity device was white. I looked very
feminine, but in the same weird manner that female bodybuilders look
sexy and feminine. Everywhere I had bulging muscles and my skin was
still tan from all the hours under the artificial sun and I was looking
very feminine, tied up and vulnerable. Rick stood behind me. Now he
leaned in over my left shoulder, looked into my eyes in the mirror while
removing all slack from the leash with the right hand he cupped my left
breast with his left hand and whispered into my ear: "You're my bitch
now. When I've finished training you, you'll be a perpetually horny
little cumslut, my little fucktoy, ready and willing to do anything for
your Master." I shivered at his words. In the mirror I saw clearly for
the first time how it was: I was my big, black Master's little, feminine
and muscular fucktoy. With his huge black, frame behind me I looked
petite and insignificant, a little white sissy tied up to please her
Master. At the same time my dick stirred. It had long since recovered
from the cold and begun to ache from the brutal treatment, but now it
stirred with lust. I couldn't believe it. I hated the situation but
against my will it excited me. As I looked down in shame Rick's laughter
boomed across the room: "Horny little slut. Can't wait to be bossed
around and fucked." He laughed and pulled my leash. The sharp pain in my
genitals pulled me back to the real world and to my alarm I saw the Rick
was leading me out of the room. Unable to resist I obediently followed
my Master into the empty hallway and beyond as he led me to an office
door. After knocking we entered Dr. Jacobsen's office were Rick said his
goodbyes to the doctor before we left.
I was feeling terribly self-conscious as Rick led me through the clinic
to his car. The situation was horribly humiliating, me being led by my
imprisoned cock, a big-titted sissy enslaved by her Master. I wanted to
resist, but knew it was futile. I didn't really notice anything on the
way to the car as I concentrated on keeping my head down and following
Master Rick. Master Rick drove a big, black Mercedes. He made me stand
next to the open trunk as he tied my knees and ankles together using
white leather straps. When he was done with my ankles he stood up and
produced a thick, white rubber hood, which he drew over my head and
laced up tightly. It not only cut off my sight, but also dampened all
sound to the point where I had to strain to hear anything at all. This
accomplished he picked me up as if I weighed nothing and threw me into
the trunk. He strapped me to the floor, removing the last freedom of
movement I had and threw a thick blanket over me. Then he shut the trunk
and drove off.
We drove for a long time. I have no idea of how long since I fell
asleep, but I woke when the blanket was removed and cold air touched my
skin. I was lifted out of the trunk and stood up against the car as the
bindings on my legs where removed. My leash was tugged and I was forced
to follow. We stopped and I could feel that we were in an elevator going
up. It was a surprisingly long ride before I was led out of the
elevator. My hood was removed and I could see where I was. Master Rick's
place was an enormous penthouse apartment, with the elevator opening
directly into the apartment. It was huge and filled with expensive
furniture and art. It was a very classy place. But there was no time to
check out the apartment or enjoy the view, which was fantastic. Rick
grabbed my leash and dragged me to the far end of the apartment to a
very solid looking door. It opened into a dungeon and once inside I was
given a chance to settle in. Rick made me sit down next to a wall and
secured my leash to a ring in the wall. "Goodnight Francine," he said as
he stood up, "Tomorrow we'll start your training, so get some rest.
You're going to need it." With that he left me tied up, gagged and
secured to the wall, lying on the cold stone floor. As he turned out the
light and closed the door behind him, I was once again gripped by my
situation: I really was going to be a slave. I could see no way out,
unless I could break out on my own and that looked doubtful. With these
hopeless thoughts I lay down on the floor and tried to get some sleep.
The next couple of weeks were a nightmare. Every waking hour was filled
with training: how to talk, how to walk, how to dress, how to apply
make-up. Everything I needed to know in my new life as a sissy-slave. I
could feel how every hour drained more of my resistance away, turning me
more and more into the submissive and docile sissy Rick wanted me to be.
To my surprise I found that he had meant it when he told me that he
liked his bitches muscular. I pumped iron 2-3 hours every day under
Rick's supervision. He had a fully equipped gym in the apartment and we
would work out together, with him instructing my every move like in all
aspects of my new life. Before starting the workout I would be gagged
and hooded, leaving me blind. To avoid toughening my delicate feminine
hands, my hands were put in mittens and I was equipped with wide,
leather (white of course) wrist cuffs and these were secured to whatever
machine I was to use. That way my hands remained uncalloused.
I only wore white: white high-heeled shoes, white collar, white dresses
and skirts, white lacy underwear, white nightgowns. I wore stiletto
heels all the time, sometimes boots, sometime sandals. Most of the time
I wore shoes with locking ankle straps. I slept with stilettos on and I
had special plastic sandals with 7-inch stilettos for taking showers in.
I practiced being the perfect little sissy for Master Rick every day
until I collapsed from fatigue and in the morning the training would
continue. The smallest transgressions or deviations from whatever Rick
had ordered resulted in punishment. The whip and electric torture being
his favorites. After a week I was terrified of displeasing him and I
burst out crying every time he told me that I had deserved punishment.
He was rapidly turning me into the sissy he had promised me that I would
be.
The first real turning point came one day 2 weeks into the training,
when he removed all my bonds so that I could practice walking unbound. I
had already acquired a properly feminine walk when bound and indeed all
my movements and all my manners were quickly becoming super feminine,
just as Master Rick wanted it. Being unbound for the first time in a
month and a half stirred what little rebellion I still had in me, and as
Rick turned around to pick up a whip so that the lesson could get under
way I spotted my chance and pounced on him. I ran at him and tried to
strike him with all the force I had. It was futile. He had of course
been expecting it and I didn't even land one blow on him. He pacified me
so easily that the humiliation alone was punishment enough. Even when I
fought with all of my considerable strength, he defeated me without even
breaking a sweat. As I kicked and screamed he lifted me up and carried
me to a padded cross and tied me to it, seemingly without effort and
without me landing a single blow on him. I cried in frustration as the
last strap held me to the cross. "Well, well, well," he said as he stood
up, "Who would have thought that there was any fight in the little sissy
slut? Of course you realize that disobedience of this order merits
severe punishment?" Realizing the extent of my mistake I started to
plead and babble, but it did me no good. Paying no heed to me he started
the punishment by picking up a whip and using it on my bound form until
I passed out from the pain, completely covered in angry red welts. He
brought me around with smelling salts and used electrodes on my genitals
and my tits for the last part of the punishment. I screamed and screamed
as the current ripped through my most sensitive areas until he was
finally convinced that I had learned a lesson. Then he untied my and
immediately started the training session he had been about to begin when
I had attacked him. Although I was at the point of collapse, I was very
careful in performing everything he asked of me. In more and more of the
training sessions I was left unbound, but I had been cured of my wish to
attack Master Rick. A similar thing happened the first time I was left
alone. I tried to escape by running to the elevator, but again Master
Rick had anticipated it and I was punished severely. I had almost no
fight left in me, just a desire to make sure that Master Rick was not
displeased.
Although the first 3 weeks of training had been a nightmare of intense
sissification, one thing had been strangely absent: Sex. I was being
turned into a sex slave, a fucktoy, a cumslut to use Master Rick's
words, but so far he hadn't even taken his trousers off. At the same
time I was becoming ever more the sissy he wanted and I now dreamed of
his cock. I had never seen it, but in my dreams I was being fucked by
it, I was sucking it for all I was worth. I was a slave to it. During
the most rigorous training drills and even during the workouts where I
sat in the warm, darkness of the rubber hood I was horny. It had been
months since I had cum, and my imprisoned cock now dribbled pre-cum all
the time. During the day my restrained cock and balls were tucked up
between my buttocks and held in place by a sanitary napkin and a pair of
white silk panties. I needed the napkin so I wouldn't have whitish
pre-cum running down my leg. It was terribly embarrassing. The absence
of sex confused me a great deal and one day I worked up my courage to
ask Master Rick: "Master, please, Master. Master, may your sissy-slave
ask a question, Master? Master, please, Master?" Master Rick seemed to
have been expecting it and replied:" Yes, Francine, you may ask a
question, but since you have spoken without being spoken to, you will be
punished afterwards." I had been expecting as much, but I still
swallowed hard before asking my question: "Master, please, Master.
Master, your slave wonders why there has been no sex training, Master?
Master, please, Master." I dared not ask any further and looked down in
submission as I awaited his reply. Master Rick was laughing a little as
he replied: "I want a sissy slave who knows her place before I begin my
sex training of her. Sex training requires a firmer commitment than just
prancing around in the proper feminine manner. But I do believe that you
are almost ready Francine. Soon you will be sucking my cock, which I
know you will enjoy immensely." I felt confused after his reply. Not
about his reply, but about my own emotions. It occurred to me that the
real reason I had asked the question was because I had been afraid that
Master Rick didn't like me enough to fuck me and that I really would
like to get fucked by him. I realized just how much of a sissy I had
become, longing for my Master's touch and waiting for his commands. But
there wasn't much to do about it anymore. Almost all of the fight had
gone out of me now and I was nearly the docile submissive slut that he
wanted. I was torn between the feeling that I should hate being like
that, and I a strange feeling of wanting to be that sissy for my Master.
A few days later Master Rick started my training as a sex slave and the
last ounce of fight was drained from me. I was on my knees, on my feet
were ankle high boots with 7-inch stilettos and my legs were tied
together at the knee and at the ankles. My arms were held in an arm
binder made of white leather, straps criss-crossing my exposed chest. I
was kneeling in front of a chair in which Master Rick sat. For the first
time he had removed his trousers and I was staring in near panic at his
cock. In my dreams (which had increased in intensity) his cock had been
beautiful and it was beautiful in real life too. In real life it was
also huge. It was absolutely enormous! I thought that I would only just
be able to gape over it with my mouth, but how was I ever going to take
it up my ass? I would split me in half! As Master Rick ordered me to
start by kissing his cock I rebelled for the last time and drew away my
head while clamping my mouth shut. This infuriated Master Rick and he
slapped me so hard that I fell over, pouring curses over him. It wasn't
as if I'd never sucked cock before, but the size of the cock and the
fact that I was now a sissy slave instead of and independent homosexual
man made me draw away. Master Rick's punishment was terrible. He
strapped me to something that looked like a gynecologist's chair, my
legs spread wide. I thought he was going to punish my genitals until he
strapped down my head and inserted a speculum into my mouth, holding it
open. When I saw the pliers I started to scream in panic, but by then it
was too late. Using just the pliers he removed all of my teeth. It hurt
horribly and I fainted from the pain several times during the torture.
As he removed them, he reminded me that I had better start obeying every
order I was given, because no matter how bad things were now, they could
always get worse. When it was over I had been broken to his will
completely. The last fight was out of me and I would always be slave. I
knew now that Master Rick was my Master and that I would obey his very
command. And I have. Since that day I haven't hesitated in performing a
single of his commands, no matter how painful or humiliating.
Sex training proved to be an ongoing thing. There always seems to be new
things to learn, but during those first few weeks Master Rick taught me
the basics of how to suck cock, give hand jobs and how to use my ass.
But again Master Rick used a slow and meticulous approach. The first
weeks all my ass fucking training was performed on a dildo, not with him
fucking my ass. I was very puzzled but dared not ask, so I just fucked
the dildo as ordered. It was among the last things in the intensive
first part of my training and Master Rick finished this part of my
training by making me irrevocably his. I was wearing white ankle high
leather boots with 7-inch heels, a white leather corset and my hands
were encased in white leather mittens, which were tied to my white
leather collar. My arms were held to my body by a white leather straps
and I was left ungagged. I had been waiting in the dungeon for some time
now, holding the positions ordered by Master Rick; my feet close
together and my head bowed, not moving other than to breathe. Master
Rick entered the room and went straight up to me. He was wearing a pair
of black leather boots and a pair of black leather pants and nothing
else. He looked fantastic without even trying. In his left hand was a
thick, black leather strap. He took my chin and lifted my head until he
looked me straight into the eyes. "Well, slave. Today is your last day
of introductory training. When I'm finished with you here, you'll enter
service as my little maid, my fucktoy." His words sent shivers down my
spine. I felt confused and vulnerable because I didn't know whether it
was from fear or lust, but that was soon settled. Master Rick held me
tight and kissed me deeply. I found myself responding without even
thinking about it. More and more I was being turned into his willing
captive, his eager little fucktoy. He spent and eternity kissing and
caressing me and in minutes I was whimpering with lust. I wanted to cum
so badly, but I dared not ask. To my great pleasure and surprise Master
Rick then released my restrained member, which immediately sprung to
life twitching with urgent need. Gently touching and caressing it from
time to time he moved to stand behind me. As I was standing there
whimpering and moaning Master Rick tied the thick, black leather strap
tightly around my throat just above my collar. It didn't cut off my
breath - yet. Still keeping me aroused he took a small metal bar and
placed it between my neck and the strap, thus creating a tourniquet of
sorts or perhaps more appropriately a garotte. In my haze of sexual
excitement I began to get very afraid, even if the fear was tinged with
arousal. Master Rick then lubed up my ass and positioned himself behind
me, his knees bent. Holding my erect and throbbing member in one hand
and the metal bar used to tighten the strap around my throat in the
other, he leaned in and whispered into my ear: "Here it comes, you
useless slut. The moment you have been fantasizing about for so long,
the moment when you are finally allowed get my dick up your sissy-cunt."
In reply all I managed was a lustful moan before he pushed into my ass.
Although I knew his cock was huge and although I had been trying to
mentally prepare for the moment, I still screamed in pain as his
enormous cock entered my asshole. But even though I twisted and screamed
there was no stopping Master Rick. When all of his cock was inside me I
thought I was being ripped apart. I tried looking down my body, half
expecting his cock to stick out of my belly. Slowly but with increasing
pace he began working it in and out and after a while I began to get
into the rhythm. As he continued to stroke my member I began to enjoy
the fucking, moaning loudly as he pumped his cock in and out of my
abused ass. Since Master Rick was so much taller than me my feet were
dangling a full foot above the ground as he pounded my ass. As I really
got into it he began tightening the strap around my neck, slowly but
surely cutting off my breath. The choking increased both my fear and my
arousal. To my great surprise I found out that I liked being choked! His
pace increased as both he and I approached orgasm and well before I
exploded he cut off my breath completely. I came twisting and thrashing,
my tongue hanging out and my eyes almost popping out of my head as I
screamed soundlessly in the most fantastic orgasm I had ever
experienced. Every muscle in my body was suffused with ecstasy as I felt
Master Rick's semen pump into my ass. I felt great pleasure mixed with
panic fear of death as I began to lose consciousness and my thrashing
turned into desperate, oxygen starved twitching and darkness enveloped
me.
When I came to I was lying with my head in a puddle of my own jism.
Although my ass felt like someone had driven a train into it and the
fear of death was still strong in my mind, I had never felt so good. I
accepted and began to love my slave state. From far above my head I
heard Master Rick's voice: "Well, slave. Do you have something to say to
me?" At that moment I lost the last ounce of free will and submitted
willingly to Master Rick as I replied: "Master, please, Master. Master,
thank you, Master. Master, thank you so much, Master. Master, your
worthless slave gives herself to you, Master. Master, please turn me
into whatever you like, Master." I cried, willingly giving up the last
scrap of decency I had left. The fantastic orgasm this cruel man had
just given me, had defeated the last of my defenses, turning me into a
useless sissy-slave. His laughing voice boomed over my head: "I already
have, you stupid little bimbo. Now lick up your mess and get some sleep.
Tomorrow your new life starts in earnest. Pleasant dreams." With relish
I licked up the semen on the floor, both the puddle I had made and
Master Rick sperm, which had run out of my abused ass and after that I
fell asleep on the cold stone floor with a happy little smile on my face
and my still free cock twitching with satisfaction. The next morning
Master Rick reapplied my chastity tube and I started my life as his maid
and fucktoy.
