Part 33
Candi-Floss had prepared Bill as Elijah, their “Master,” had directed. Securing him to the spanking horse in the playroom in only his girl’s underwear, without panties, had been easy. He put up no resistance, and was more than docile. She felt bad for him, in a way, but in this world there were clear lines drawn between good behaviors and bad behaviors, and there were several pages in the journal that spelled out in considerable detail the times he had been bad. And there was no conceivable reason why his behavior shouldn’t be corrected. Of course, maybe she had been a little, well maybe a lot, stricter about writing down his transgressions in the book than was fair,. But ultimately, the punishments were for his benefit.
After she made sure he was securely bound to the horse, she kissed his forehead.
“Good luck, Sweets!”
She waited in the living room for Elijah. Once he arrived, she left for the afternoon shift at the Club.
“Master. I’ll be back at 5:30, Master.”
“Take your time, slut.”
He had been looking forward to more deeply imposing his will on the sissy for a while. And what better opportunity than the sissy being invitingly bound, legs spread, over the spanking horse, and three and a half hours to kill? And as submissive as the sissy had become, there was literally no chance that all that happened in that playroom wouldn’t “stay” in that playroom. His cock was uncharacteristically swollen for a correction session— but this was much more than that.
He changed into the same black leather chaps, vest and boots he had worn when he ‘welcomed’ Bill to Tracy’s studio. Looking into the mirror, pleased with himself, he thinks “Continuity is crucial—he’ll soon realize that there is no escape from his ‘Master’.”
He goes to the playroom.
“Hello sissy. I told you that I’d be seeing you soon when we first met, but you probably didn’t expect to be seeing me quite so often. In case you haven’t figured it out by now, I am a part of this. And because your Mistress doesn’t have the appetite for disciplining you properly, she has granted me that privilege. A privilege I plan to enjoy!”
Bill closes his eyes, hoping this will all go away. But it does not.
The domme picks up and leafs through the punishment log. There are 72 numbered entries.
“It looks like someone has been quite the naughty Maid. We may eventually need to get a bigger book. But for now, it will do.”
“First, we need to remove and check your chastity. You and it are due for a good cleaning. Now no getting hard when I remove it or your punishments will increase.”
He unlocks and removes the appliance, cleans what needs cleaning, then replaces and relocks it.
“Good girl!”
“Now here’s what’s going to happen. I am dividing the things to be corrected in the punishment log into groups. Group 1 transgressions, of which there are many, are insubordinate acts—behaviors unacceptable for one having your submissive or subordinate place. They merit the most severe correction. Group 2 are behavior lapses—for any reason other than insubordination. These include your failures to behave within the limits or bounds that have been established for you. Things that you may have forgotten or lapses. The purpose of Group 2 punishments is to ensure you do not forget or lapse again. Group 3 are verbal or oral lapses—speaking when not spoken to, or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time or in the wrong way. While these are the most minor of lapses, they are punished with equal severity, but by different methods—most often upon the tongue, though I have found ways of visiting unpleasantness upon the entire mouth or lips which I find quite pleasing and which have an equal or more effective deterrent effect.”
Bill flashes hot with alarm and dread.
“We have more than enough time to impart the necessary discipline, and I am a man of compassion. So I will allow you to delay, as long as you are able, your punishments. Would you like to know how?”
“Mathter. Yeth Mathter!”
“You do remember my cock from the other night, don’t you?”
“Mathter. Yeth Mathter.”
“Well, for as long as you are able to kiss and worship it, I will delay your punishment. You need not answer. I will place it before your lips, and by your submission to my cock you will have accepted my offer.”
Bill soon sees Master’s cock and sweaty balls being brought to his mouth and lips, and his face is enveloped in their scent. The Master touches the tip of his cock to Bill’s lips.
Bill reaches for it with his lips and kisses it, tentatively.
“That’s a good sissy. I knew you were weak. But I know you can do better than that!”
Bill’s reluctance slowly melts away, and his mouth is soon filled with and being fucked by Master’s cock. He feels helpless, but he knows that if he stops his punishment will begin. So he continues. After what seems like a very long passage of time, he feels Master’s cock start to jerk and spasm, at which point it is withdrawn from his mouth. Spurt after spurt of hot semen splatter across Bill’s face, leaving him humiliated and awash in self-disgust.
“That’s too bad for you, sissy. I didn’t give you permission to make it cum. I guess we’ll just have to add one more item to be punished for to that list of yours! And let’s start with that—ten cuts with the cane should do. And you are to thank me after each!”
And so it began. For Groups 1 and 2, Master read aloud the transgressions. And the punishments, mostly spankings and strikes with a cane or crop, were measured by the number and scope of the transgressions. By the time Elijah is done, Bill’s bottom is a well-beaten red, with the many welted red cane and crop stripes providing contrast. Then it was time for Group 3.
“Today’s punishment for your Group 3 mistakes will be elegant and simple. Now stick out your tongue!”
Bill does as directed, and Elijah places first one, and then a second, clothespin on Bill’s tongue. Bill squeals in pain and protest. The domme just smiles.
“One minute for each oral transgression, plus 15 minutes for good measure. With 37 oral lapses, that adds up to 52 minutes.”
The domme proceeds to read each entry begetting this punishment from the log. After 10 minutes, there is nothing more to read, and he turns his attention back to his captive.
“You know, sissy, you do have kind of a nice ass, I mean for a sissy. And it looks pretty hot sticking up in the air like that. It makes my dick hard. Real hard! And Candi-Floss isn’t going to be back here for a couple of hours. So just what am I going to do with that tight little ass of yours?”
Part 34
Candi-Floss returns to Tracy’s apartment at 5:30 to find Elijah casually drinking a beer, and looking through his phone, with Bill in his evening maid’s dress standing with his hands folded near a corner of the room. His hair and makeup are perfect.
“Maid. Fetch me another beer, and get something for the slut as well!”
Bill curtsies.
“Mathter. Yeth Mathter.”
“Water for me, Maid.”
Another curtsy.
“Mith.Yeth Mith.”
All of us react to trauma in different ways, and Bill’s initial correction session was more than traumatic. He accepted the necessity of being disciplined—that he had clearly foreseen. But he had in no way expected that he was to become the sexual toy of a dominant male. Sure, he had read in the fiction that the feminized males were occasionally subjected to this fate, but he hadn’t expected it from Tracy. But he had agreed to whatever she wanted, and if this was what she wanted, then he had to accept her will. What he didn’t know was that Tracy had no idea of what the domme had done to Bill in the welcoming session, other than placing the chastity device, nor had she any idea that the domme was going to use the initial punishment sessions to take sexual advantage of and degrade and humiliate Bill.
While he stood obediently in his dress and heels, Bill was on overload. He was terrified of earning more entries in the log, and even more terrified of displeasing Master. And he was humiliated beyond words. The worst of it was that he had been denied sexual release and so deeply immersed in the hyper-sexual environment that was his new life for so long, and his mind was so fogged by arousal, that all he could think of besides trying to be a perfect maid was the desperate aching and need between his legs. He was nearing mindlessness. The chastity device was unquestionably doing its job, though it had started allowing small squirts of ejaculate at moments of very heightened arousal. The constant resulting dampness in his panties just added to his humiliation.
Tracy was suffering the effects of sexual denial as well. Sure, her Maid and Candi-Floss were more than adept at bringing her off with their mouths, but she needed and craved cock. Bill’s cock. And it was locked away! She was sexually desperate and helpless to do anything about it. She needed to find a way to get those keys!
For tonight’s class, she was going to tie up Bill, and Elijah was going to tie up Candi-Floss. The plan was for them to look like bound twins—so they were made to wear matching bras and panties, and nothing else. The only observable differences between the two being his collar and her breasts. After they were bound, they were treated to being allowed to watch Elijah put Tracy through her position training.
Tracy had been drifting into more and more of the submissive mindset during the trainings, but hadn’t realized it. Tonight. her drifting was made even more pronounced by her extreme need for penetrative sex. She needed to be fucked. Her submissive demeanor, directed toward the alpha male, was obvious to everyone in the room except her.
This was amusing to Candi-Floss, more than encouraging to Elijah and unsettling to Bill. Most unsettling. Tracy was “his girl.”
During her trainings she became more and more focused on Elijah’s cock. So much so that by the end of the class it was all she could think about. Her need and his cock were driving her crazy. She needed to speak to him about getting those keys.
When she asked about the keys, Elijah just smiled.
“I don’t think you’re ready yet,” was all he said.
“But when?”
“That’s up to me.”
As the days passed. She became more and more desperate. It came to a head at her next class. After Bill had received his weekly cleaning and punishments, he and Candi-Floss had been tied up and left to themselves in another room in the studio. Elijah was putting Tracy through her paces. Half way through, she couldn’t help it any more, and she reached out and grabbed his dick.
He had been expecting something like this, and was actually surprised by how long she had been able to hold out.
“Whoa! What do we have here? Care to explain yourself, Miss?”
“I’m sorry. I just need it. I need to be fucked. I need cock. Soo badly.”
“So you want my cock? You want me to fuck you?”
Avoiding eye contact, she meekly nods her head “yes.”
“Well that changes things. I will consider it, but there will be a price.”
“A price?”
“Yes. A price. I will fuck you if and only if you accept me as your Master. You must submit to me.”
“But I am a Mistress, I cannot submit to you.”
“But yes you can. And if you want my cock, you will.”
“But how, and when?”
“You will have to earn it. For our class next Thursday, you will be naked and collared. And you will demonstrate your obedience. And then, if you have pleased me, I will take you. Until then, I expect you to acknowledge me as your Master in our commutations and interactions. Simple enough. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry?
“Master. Yes Master.”
“Very good.”
Part 35
Things were odder than usual around Tracy’s apartment and the studio beginning the next day, particularly when Elijah was around. Candi-Floss and Bill were incredulous when they first heard Tracy refer to him as “Master,” and even more so when she started addressing and speaking to him as a slave would to her Master—just as they addressed Master Elijah and Mistress Tracy themselves. Neither understood. But Mistress’s requirements as to their speech and behavior did not change. If anything, she had become stricter as if to compensate.
On Sunday morning Tracy received a call from Abagail, the lady who had helped her with Bill’s breast treatment. She was a long and good friend, and a member of that community.
“Tracy dear, we need to talk and it’s pretty important. Can we meet for lunch?”
They met at a quiet cafe not too far from Tracy’s apartment.
After exchanging pleasantries, Abigail got down to the reason for the call.
“That friend of yours, ‘Elijah,’ has caused quite a stir in the community. Apparently he was bragging the other night about his conquest of you and the fucking of Bill.”
“What? That cannot be true. Elijah and I haven’t even .. . But wait, what did he say about Bill?”
“Basically, that he had made Bill suck his cock and fucked him in the ass, and that he was going to do the same to you—maybe this week. And also, the best part, was that you had agreed to become his slave.”
Tracy saw red. Fifty shades of red. While the part about her had some truth to it and was deeply embarrassing, that was personal, very personal, solely between her and Elijah, and not to be published. But the part about Bill was devastating—how could she have done that, or allowed that to be done, to him? Her eyes welled with tears.
“Who knows? How widely has this been spread?”
“Pretty widely, and the whole community is upset about it.”
“I see. Well, I am going to put an end to it. Would you be willing to help?”
“I would be more than happy to. And I know others will as well.”
Tracy shared nothing with Bill, but enlisted the help of Candi-Floss—her price being the removal of her chastity shield. While the chastity shield had been advertised as “permanent,” in fact the piercings could be removed using a special tool, and only Tracy had the custom-made tool for that particular device. Besides, Tracy had long suspected that Candi-Floss’s busy little fingers had figured out a way to defeat the device—at least as far as masturbation was concerned. Tracy would do that once the ordeal passed and things settled down.
She arranged to sell the studio, just breaking even, to a few male friends in the scene who agreed to help. They were mostly into guy to guy, which was important to her plan, but no problem for her. They wanted to use it as a clubhouse of sorts, and Candi-Floss would receive the sale proceeds.
And Abagail was going to bring her medicine kit.
Thursday night, the night of Bill’s next punishment and her training and promised submission, finally came. Candi-Floss and Tracy went to the studio to get Bill ready and make the final preparations There had been, to Bill’s credit, few notations in the punishment log, so the cleaning and punishment session would be short. When all was ready, Tracy left the building to meet her helpers nearby, and after Elijah showed up. Candi-Floss pretended to leave, but hid in the bathroom.
The domme changed into his chaps, vest and boots and attended to Bill. First the chastity. As he bent over to remove it, Candi-Floss silently crept into the room, holding a pistol. She aims, and squeezes the trigger. With a muted pop, she nails the Master with a tranquilizer dart squarely in the exposed flesh of his buttocks.
He turns, surprised, and drops like a stone.
“That’s what I call a ‘crack shot,’ Master!”
Tracy and Abagail enter first. Abagail fills a hypodermic from a clear glass vial, and injects a healthy dose of Depo Provera and transitioning hormones into Elijah’s hip. Abagail is pleased with her work—
“That ought to soften him up and calm him down for quite a while. And he’ll never know what hit him!”
Tracy pockets the keys to Bill’s chastity.
Tracy’s other friends soon arrive, and take it from there. He was to be kept locked in the Maid’s Quarters cell for at least a week, allowing Tracy, Bill and Candi-Floss to pack and close up the apartment. The three are then going to leave the area and the scene and start over elsewhere. Coincidentally, Abagail had calculated that what she had shot Elijah up with would take about a week for full effectiveness. Without all that nasty testosterone ruling his behavior and with the new hormones coursing around in his veins, he would be quite compliant and submissive. The new studio owners would be in for quite a treat!
Tracy promised to tell Bill everything once they got back to the apartment. The three collected Bill’s and their clothes, and Tracy’s most prized toys, from the studio, and left the keys and Elijah to the new owners. As they are leaving, she tells the new owners that if Elijah puts up a fuss, he should be reminded that what he had done to Bill would by itself earn him a very long prison sentence. That he will well understand.