9 Humiliation
Part 9
Sissies fixation becomes Sissification part 9
Humiliation
Trussed up like this was humiliating. Uncomfortable. I could hardly move without wanting to cry! Still in the same hotel room i had been left in allmost darkness in fromt of the huge mirror. I remembered how happy i had been with Vicky. And now this! I tried to move. It was not easy. Literally on my hands and kness. My feet bound up behind and tightly to my aching thighs. Dressed in the same corset and wet knicks. But without heels. A nylon crotchless body stocking covered my body. I hated myself for somewhere inside actually liking this predicament! Though the fear of not knowing who or when the door was going to open was scaring me. Frightening me. For all i knew any member of the hotels staff could walk in at any moment! I was thirsty, had a headache, was sweating prefusely and needed a wee badly. Eventually i manouvered myself towards the mirror to inspect myself.
Eventually, my heart thumped and my pulse likely raced of the charts as i heard the door open.
'Hello' i heard in a aoft female voice. At this point i still had no clue of who had been in this room apart from Vicky, or how long i had been here. Tears welled up in my eyes as i heard the door shut and the clip clop of heels walking in. Lights were switched on very low. There was nowhere to hide and i ciuld barely move let alone run. Eventually the heels where beside me. I looked up. There was a woman. About 30. Similar in physicality to me. 5 ft 7ish. Size 6ish shoes. Slim. Attractive. Very! Wearing a black businness suit. Skirt half way between thigh and knee. Matching blouse, buttoned to reveal a touch of cleavage. Lovely athletic looking legs. Very well made up. A badge reading, Miss Jennifer Richmond, Hotel manager. Without speaking she attatched a leash to my stainless steel collar and led me gently over to one of the two couches across this decodantly plush hotel suite. She sat and crossed her legs with expertly seductive poise. Looking directly into my eyes i was hit by an overwhelming thrust of submissive sexual wanting. Abruptly she pulled on my leash so i was knelt before her. Smiling a little she slowly uncrossed her beautifull pins so as i was knelt between them. Despite my tears and discomfort. Despite my roaring fear and total lack of control over anything at all. Despite desperately needing to pee. I felt wickedly turned on between Jennifer Richmonds legs. More questions than i knew how to process raging round my head.
'Aaaaaw baby.' She eventually spoke. 'Look at you. Sweet sissy pet indeed. I will fix us a drink and make you more comfy soon swewtie. I promise. But first i want you to listen very carefully. Okay bitch?'
I nodded compliantly. Then sat and listened with growing shock at what Jennifer Richmond began to divulge.
'My name is Jennifer Richmond. My ex-wifes family own this hotel and i manage it for them. When i was a lot younger i married a woman called Sophia. A veey beautiful woman who i loved, and despite what i am about to tell you, whome i still love. Her Mother is a very powerfull lady named Lucile Richmond, and is a very close friend of Fiona. Your Mistress. Lucile is my Mistress, Sissie. Back then, and still only 19, Sophia and i married. All payed for by Mistress Lucile. Knowing i lived in care, i could never believe that Sophia even liked me. Or that her family accepted us. I immediately moved in with my gorgeous new wife under her families roof. They still live in the same gigantic mansion to date Sissie. My new wife was the very next day sent away to university. I had been under the impression we would be going together. No. Allmost immediatley i was tasked with many menial chores around the house. Like you i had always loved women, their bodies... and wearing their clothes Sissie. Somehow Mistress knew this.The next wknd, after assuring me she would be away for the wknd i could no longer resist. She had given me strict instructions on how to wash, iron, fold and where to put away her personals. Doubtless knowing i would not be able to resist trying some of her amazing and expensive underwears on. Like you i was apparently extremely easy to predict. Mistress Lucile was absolutely correct. Once i had clad myself in her dirty lengerei so as i would be able to wash it afterwards. And because wearing my new Mother in laws stained and soiled silkies turned me on like absolute crazy. I put on a pair of Sophias patent heels, as we were, are the same size shoe. I knew this as i had minced about in many of her heels before. In private or so i had thought. Then i attempted some make-up. As i ventured downstairs to fix a drink i couldn't resist wearing the tiny red silk nightie Sophia had left under her pillow for me to be always close to her scent. Back upstairs in our room, her room... i began to practice my walk and poses for the mirror. Yes Sissie, so lost was i in the moment i did not hear Mistress Lucile untill she opened her daughters door. That was the end of my old life. Her daughter had apparently told her of my wearing her clothes in secret and Mistress Lucile had then planned it all. She quickly had me photographed many times. Before running me a bath and having me completely smooth myself. I was put into the same chastity cage you now wear sweetie. At first i hated her. But i love her dearly now. Having lived 24/7 as her live in sissy maid from that moment. Hormones and implants for my boobs where payed for immediatley. After 'servicing' her freinds and 'performing' on camera for a few years i was taught to run this place. Which is now my life. I only see Sophia once in a blue moon having been told how much i disgust her and what a pathetic sissy cumslut faggot i am. Not being worthy of a real woman. I no longer require chastity as my very small prick is now incapable of growing beyond a couple of inches. They have both tattooed me with extremely embarrassing words and pics over the years. Mistress Lucile is bisexual. But many times i have been fucked by men of her choosing. I accept my life as you will my girl. I helped Victoria do all this to you yesterday. We both enjoyed it too baby girl. As did you! This is the beginning of your complete submission. Your feminization. Your absolute sissification, transformation. You must first learn to accept and enjoy what you know you have always been. Accepting public and private humiliation will erode your last bits of maleness. Only then can your own fun begin Sissie. When you know and enjoy what you now are and have always wanted to be. The humiliation will also be used to blackmail and control you. Though, we have more than enough on film to ensure your compliance allready. Most of which you could not wait to send Victoria could you! You were so easy you pathetic sissy faggot. Now after you have peed you may have a smoke and i will leave you with some more of those pills you like and a video montage to watch.......
True to her word she let me have a few moments with my tongue back in my mouth. Before undoing a flask and having me watch her empty several condoms full of jizz into a ... into a ball gag. Yep, then gagging me with it before she left. So all the sperm slowly leaked into my mouth and down my throat as i sat through a long and criplingly conclusively damning montage of...... Of ME! From the pictures and messages, including recorded voice calls i had not so long ago but in a seemingly other life eagerly sent to Victoria. To little clips of me pleasing and enjoying Vicky. To them both turning me into this. The cum dribbling pet Sissie and doubtless sex slave i now was. And making sure to leave no doubt to anyone who might watch this. That i had nye on begged for each and every single step of my debauchery. So there i sat. Again. Alone. Terrified. Transformed. Totally in heat. God only knows who's disgarded spunk oozing helplessly round my mouth and down my throat. Waiting...... And waiting.
Sissies fixation becomes Sissification part 9
Humiliation
Trussed up like this was humiliating. Uncomfortable. I could hardly move without wanting to cry! Still in the same hotel room i had been left in allmost darkness in fromt of the huge mirror. I remembered how happy i had been with Vicky. And now this! I tried to move. It was not easy. Literally on my hands and kness. My feet bound up behind and tightly to my aching thighs. Dressed in the same corset and wet knicks. But without heels. A nylon crotchless body stocking covered my body. I hated myself for somewhere inside actually liking this predicament! Though the fear of not knowing who or when the door was going to open was scaring me. Frightening me. For all i knew any member of the hotels staff could walk in at any moment! I was thirsty, had a headache, was sweating prefusely and needed a wee badly. Eventually i manouvered myself towards the mirror to inspect myself.
Eventually, my heart thumped and my pulse likely raced of the charts as i heard the door open.
'Hello' i heard in a aoft female voice. At this point i still had no clue of who had been in this room apart from Vicky, or how long i had been here. Tears welled up in my eyes as i heard the door shut and the clip clop of heels walking in. Lights were switched on very low. There was nowhere to hide and i ciuld barely move let alone run. Eventually the heels where beside me. I looked up. There was a woman. About 30. Similar in physicality to me. 5 ft 7ish. Size 6ish shoes. Slim. Attractive. Very! Wearing a black businness suit. Skirt half way between thigh and knee. Matching blouse, buttoned to reveal a touch of cleavage. Lovely athletic looking legs. Very well made up. A badge reading, Miss Jennifer Richmond, Hotel manager. Without speaking she attatched a leash to my stainless steel collar and led me gently over to one of the two couches across this decodantly plush hotel suite. She sat and crossed her legs with expertly seductive poise. Looking directly into my eyes i was hit by an overwhelming thrust of submissive sexual wanting. Abruptly she pulled on my leash so i was knelt before her. Smiling a little she slowly uncrossed her beautifull pins so as i was knelt between them. Despite my tears and discomfort. Despite my roaring fear and total lack of control over anything at all. Despite desperately needing to pee. I felt wickedly turned on between Jennifer Richmonds legs. More questions than i knew how to process raging round my head.
'Aaaaaw baby.' She eventually spoke. 'Look at you. Sweet sissy pet indeed. I will fix us a drink and make you more comfy soon swewtie. I promise. But first i want you to listen very carefully. Okay bitch?'
I nodded compliantly. Then sat and listened with growing shock at what Jennifer Richmond began to divulge.
'My name is Jennifer Richmond. My ex-wifes family own this hotel and i manage it for them. When i was a lot younger i married a woman called Sophia. A veey beautiful woman who i loved, and despite what i am about to tell you, whome i still love. Her Mother is a very powerfull lady named Lucile Richmond, and is a very close friend of Fiona. Your Mistress. Lucile is my Mistress, Sissie. Back then, and still only 19, Sophia and i married. All payed for by Mistress Lucile. Knowing i lived in care, i could never believe that Sophia even liked me. Or that her family accepted us. I immediately moved in with my gorgeous new wife under her families roof. They still live in the same gigantic mansion to date Sissie. My new wife was the very next day sent away to university. I had been under the impression we would be going together. No. Allmost immediatley i was tasked with many menial chores around the house. Like you i had always loved women, their bodies... and wearing their clothes Sissie. Somehow Mistress knew this.The next wknd, after assuring me she would be away for the wknd i could no longer resist. She had given me strict instructions on how to wash, iron, fold and where to put away her personals. Doubtless knowing i would not be able to resist trying some of her amazing and expensive underwears on. Like you i was apparently extremely easy to predict. Mistress Lucile was absolutely correct. Once i had clad myself in her dirty lengerei so as i would be able to wash it afterwards. And because wearing my new Mother in laws stained and soiled silkies turned me on like absolute crazy. I put on a pair of Sophias patent heels, as we were, are the same size shoe. I knew this as i had minced about in many of her heels before. In private or so i had thought. Then i attempted some make-up. As i ventured downstairs to fix a drink i couldn't resist wearing the tiny red silk nightie Sophia had left under her pillow for me to be always close to her scent. Back upstairs in our room, her room... i began to practice my walk and poses for the mirror. Yes Sissie, so lost was i in the moment i did not hear Mistress Lucile untill she opened her daughters door. That was the end of my old life. Her daughter had apparently told her of my wearing her clothes in secret and Mistress Lucile had then planned it all. She quickly had me photographed many times. Before running me a bath and having me completely smooth myself. I was put into the same chastity cage you now wear sweetie. At first i hated her. But i love her dearly now. Having lived 24/7 as her live in sissy maid from that moment. Hormones and implants for my boobs where payed for immediatley. After 'servicing' her freinds and 'performing' on camera for a few years i was taught to run this place. Which is now my life. I only see Sophia once in a blue moon having been told how much i disgust her and what a pathetic sissy cumslut faggot i am. Not being worthy of a real woman. I no longer require chastity as my very small prick is now incapable of growing beyond a couple of inches. They have both tattooed me with extremely embarrassing words and pics over the years. Mistress Lucile is bisexual. But many times i have been fucked by men of her choosing. I accept my life as you will my girl. I helped Victoria do all this to you yesterday. We both enjoyed it too baby girl. As did you! This is the beginning of your complete submission. Your feminization. Your absolute sissification, transformation. You must first learn to accept and enjoy what you know you have always been. Accepting public and private humiliation will erode your last bits of maleness. Only then can your own fun begin Sissie. When you know and enjoy what you now are and have always wanted to be. The humiliation will also be used to blackmail and control you. Though, we have more than enough on film to ensure your compliance allready. Most of which you could not wait to send Victoria could you! You were so easy you pathetic sissy faggot. Now after you have peed you may have a smoke and i will leave you with some more of those pills you like and a video montage to watch.......
True to her word she let me have a few moments with my tongue back in my mouth. Before undoing a flask and having me watch her empty several condoms full of jizz into a ... into a ball gag. Yep, then gagging me with it before she left. So all the sperm slowly leaked into my mouth and down my throat as i sat through a long and criplingly conclusively damning montage of...... Of ME! From the pictures and messages, including recorded voice calls i had not so long ago but in a seemingly other life eagerly sent to Victoria. To little clips of me pleasing and enjoying Vicky. To them both turning me into this. The cum dribbling pet Sissie and doubtless sex slave i now was. And making sure to leave no doubt to anyone who might watch this. That i had nye on begged for each and every single step of my debauchery. So there i sat. Again. Alone. Terrified. Transformed. Totally in heat. God only knows who's disgarded spunk oozing helplessly round my mouth and down my throat. Waiting...... And waiting.
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