Sissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slut
part 7
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The whole day in the office I could think nothing but that there would be pics
in Yahoo femdom clubs diclosing my toilet service. As ordered by Master Michail
I had left open the entrance door but fortunately nobody seemed to have been in
my apartment during the day when I returned in the evening.
But when I entered the study I realised that there were hooks in the wooden
ceiling and on the floor, too. Somebody must have fixed them when I was in the
office today. From the arrangement of the hooks it looked like an ideal tool to
display me spreadeagled in chains to all my tormentors.
I still had about one hour before I had to leave for Mistress Tamara, so I
switched on the PC and checked my groups. In the Yahoo femdom clubs in which I
am a member. I was shocked when I saw the new file sissy gunnarsub with the
photos section of most clubs showing me in my sissy uniform, licking boots, and
providing toilet sercice. Although on the last ones I had the eyes cover on, I
was clearly recognizable and identifyable because of the other pics of the
series. Even worse, my homepage http://www.geocities.com/gunnarsub/enslaved.html
is now displayed in the links section of these pages as well as the file slut
gunnarsub.rm in the file section.
Suddenly I was frighteded, somebody entered my study. I didn?t know him and kept
stitting in front of my PC, paralyzed with fear. "Yes ... " I asked. Instead of
an answer he threw something on the floor in front of me. Immediately, I got
aware what it was. It was one of the photos Marcel had distributed in the latino
hangout as tickets furnishing everybody present with the power to force me to be
at their disposal at any time later on.
"You suck my cock, sissy," the guy said in broken German language. Now I started
to perspire. Checking the Yahoo femdom clubs had taken more than three quarters
of an hour and gradually I ran out of time as I knew I could not afford to be
late at Mistress Tamara.
"You suck cock, sissy," he repeated. Then he saw the pic on my PC displaying me
being pissed over the face. "I tell my friends. You our pissy, sissy." Instead
of an answer I went on my knees, opened his trousers and started licking his
cock. He was already erect and it was a giant cock, much bigger than most of the
ones I had sucked so far. I could hardly accommodate his cock in my mouth.
Fortunately, he cummed quickly and then left without saying a word. But I was
sure he would tell his friends about my toilet service and, too, that "the door
to my apartment is open".
I had planned to put on the black bra only somewhere close to the place of
Mistress Tamara but now it was too late to persue that plan. Therefore I took
off my shirt and undershirt, put the black bra on and the white shirt on top. In
the mirror I saw that my bra was visible even from distance. I rushed out of the
house and was lucky that nobody was around. But walking to the place of Mistress
Tamara I realised that people looked at me, some shaking their head, whilst
others made nasty remarks or at least turned around gaping at me.
Although I hurried I arrived some two minutes too late. "What kept you,"
Mistress Tamara said not unfriendly. I tried to explain, ... that guy who had
suddenly appeared in my apartment. "That is your problem, slut. You will regret
being late, " Mistress Tamara stood in the open door, but then turned and let me
in. "I will not return the mobile to you, slut, and you may face the
consequences Marcel calls and there is no answer."
"Please, Mistress Tamara," I pleaded, "Marcel threatened to send me OWK for an
extreme punishment stay if it happens again that I do not answer the phone
immediately. From the net I know I know that this is terrible. Every day I would
be severely whipped there several times in public and displayed in the pillory
for ages. All other time the slaves are forced to very hard labor in shackles or
are gagged and chained naked in an underground prison. The slaves get only dry
bread served in the toilet, which they must eat with hands cuffed behind the
back. Please, Mistress Tamara, foregive me for being late, it will never happen
again. "
"That is your problem, slut," Mistress Tamara repeated, "now strip, everything!"
She took the cuffs out of my handbag, cuffed my wrists behind my back, and also
locked the steel collar around my neck. Then she took a chain of one yard lengh,
fixed it to my collar and, at the other end to the wall at an altitude of about
3 feet, forcing me to kneel and facing the wall. Mistress Tamara got out of my
view and when she returned she were naked but a corset and boots wtih high
heels. Mistress Tamara climbed over the chain, her shaved pussy only inches far
from my face. She laughed and then forced me to plong into her. Held in position
by the chain I could do nothing but accept that her tights closed around my
head, almost suffocating me. Knowing what was expected from me I started using
my tongue as a dick and licking her clit. Smothering me in between I really
started to fear that I would choke but eventually, Mistress Tamara climaxed and,
after she was licked clean, left the room.
Chained with my head to the wall I was kept waiting until she returned after
obout one hour?s time. Again, Mistress Tamara climbed over the chain, but this
time the other way around. Now I plonged deeper and deeper into her ass, again
held in position by the chain. I knew that I had no alternative but to worship
her ass. This time I had to suffer getting suffocated even longer until Mistress
Tamara finally released my head from her ass. And this time she did not leave
the room, but returned armed with a huge strapon. First, she forced me to suck
her strapon and then I had to get up and she started to fuck me in my bent over
position.
"How does that feel, slut? Do you like getting fucked by a strapon or do you
prefer the cock of a gay?" I didn?t dare reply but then she shouted, "Answer,
slave." Not knowing how to reply I said with low voice "I like both, your
strapon and the dick of a gay, Mistress Tamara." Obviously satisfied with my
answer she laughed.
I remembered that I always had wanted to become a slave forced to do things
which I never would be prepared to do under normal circumstances. But what had
started as on-line training and humiliation as sissy by a professional Mistress
had turned into real slavery with no more way out. Only recently I was forced to
state how much I like to get fucked by by people whom I don't know and this
evening Mistress Tamara made me state how much I like getting raped by both,
strapons and dicks, although the opposite holds true. But a slave has to say
what his owner wants to hear, not what the slave feels.
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"How would you like that, slave?" grinned MISTRESS Tamara, "and showed me some
cold stodgy lump of purree. I won?t eat it any more, but it?s good slave food."
Saying that, she scraped the purree into a large dog's bowl, placed it on the
floor, and the let drop a mass of saliva on it.
I crawled to the bowl and took a bite of the purree. It was cold, dry and
unappetising. With difficulty, I chewed it and swallowed it. I was obviously
eating too slowly for my MISTRESS's liking since I felt the stinging crash of a
whip on my back and Mistress Tamara asked "You do not seem to like the saliva of
your Mistress, slave, do you?" "Mistress, I like my food flooded with your
saliva, pee, or cum."
The bowl was still more than half full when MISTRESS Tamara crouching over my
head. "How rude I am, slave, " she chuckled from above me, "I promised you a
nice hot meal and also you need some more liquid to help that down. Now how can
I do both the most efficiently?" And saying that, she laughed.
As I lowered my head into the bowl once more, I felt warm liquid trickle onto
the back of my head and flow down my hair and cheeks into the bowl. MISTRESS
Tamara was crouching over me, peeing over my head and into the bowl. I felt so
degraded and humiliated as I began to slurp MISTRESS Tamara 's urine from the
bowl and chew the purree, now soaked through with piss.
Eventually, I was finished and the bowl was empty. MISTRESS Tamara ordered me to
clean the bowl with my tongue to make sure that all purree and every drop of
saliva and urine was gone before she moved the bowl to the corner of the
kitchen.
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There was a call on my mobile. I was walking on the street on the way back home.
There were a lot of other pedestrians around but as I walked quickly I hoped
that nobody would hear me answering the phone as 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking
slut'. It was Mistress Cora, the other neighbour knowing me as slave. She
giggled when she heared my voice, "How is that being at the mercy of others? "
she asked. "I like it, Mistress Cora." "Would you like to be at my mercy?" "Yes,
Mistress Cora." "Are you sure? " "Yes, Mistress Cora," I knew I had no
alternative that to confirm.
"Then go home and chain yourself spreadeagled to the hooks in your study, and
put your crocodile nipple clamps on." Was it her who had fixed the hooks? I
couldn?t imagine. "Yes, Mistress Cora," I said.
I was anxious when I stripped in my study and and eventually locked padlock
after padlock displaying me naked in my chasitybelt chained to the ceiling. The
door of my apartment was open because ot the respective standing order and I was
now vulnerable exposed the everybody who might enter my apartment. I had
expected that Mistress Cora would arrive but nothing happened. Hour by hour
passed, my uncertainty rose and rose.
Then suddenly my mobile rang. I had put it on my desk, out of my reach. No way
to answer the call and I know that would mean heavy punishment. Again, another
hour passed. Then Mistress Cora entered. She was not alone. Three other Ladies
were with her and there was a lot of laughter when they saw me. "I didn?t
believe you, Cora, when you told me," one of the Ladies said. "Tell my friends
who you are." I am sissy gunnarsub, cocksucking slut." Obviously, these Ladies
were colleagues of her bridge club and that means living in our town.
Apart from my chastity belt I was naked and all three ladies fully dressed. I
saw that they looked at my tattoo presenting me with the word SLAVE below my
navel and going around me the other tattoo Marcel was here and many others too
and in between the arrow pointing to my back door entrance. Lady Cora switched
on my PC, I had to disclose her my password, and then she opened that file slut
gunnarsub.rm.
All four Ladies giggled and laughed watching that file again and again. Held by
my chains I presented myself as life actor of that video. One of the Ladies
asked Mistress Cora to mail the file to her and the two others joined her in
that wish. I knew, they would further circulate this file and soon a lot of more
people in our town would have it.
"Tell me, slave, how was that getting whipped and stuffed by a crowd of
Latinos?" one of them asked. I didn?t know what to answer thus I kept quiet.
Suddenly, I felt a stinging whip on my back. Mistress Cora had hit me with full
power with a riding crop. I could not help yelling. "Sorry, Mistress, I like it
to get whipped and fucked by Masters and by Mistresses." What a humiliation in
front of Ladies I never had seen before.
"Open your mouth, slave!" I obeyed and Mistress Cora spit a big load of saliva
into my mouth. "Tell us, slave, do you like my saliva?" in order to be able to
answer I had to swallow her saliva.
"Yes, Mistress Cora." "What else, slave?" "I like the taste of your pee,
Mistress." They laughed. "What else, slave?" "I would like to taste the cum of
your lover, Mistress Cora." Again, a laughter from all the Ladies. "Tell us how
you licked the cum out of Nasch?s pussy after she had fun with Michi, slave!"
It was clear that Mistress Cora wanted to humiliate me to the utmost in front of
her friends. I had to outline every detail how I licked Mistress Natascha,
carefully cleaning her from each single drop of Master Michail?s cum. Then I had
to explain how much I like my sissy uniform with the bra and the butt plug and
to offer them to come to their place and work for them in my sissy uniform as a
housemaid. "Agreed, slave." I was going to become a public sissy, known by
neighbours and a lot of other inhabitants in our town as a slave and slut, as a
cocksucker with the right for practically everybody to dominate me.
"Why didn?t you answer the phone, slave?" Mistress Cora suddenly asked. That
meant it was her who had phoned earlier this evening. Silly question I thought,
how could I answer her call after she had ordered me to chain myself
spreadeagled to the ceiling of the study. "Answer, slave!"
"The mobile was out of my reach, Mistress Cora."
"You are a silly idiot, slave," I heared Mistress Cora saying, "Why didn?t you
take the mobile in your hand? Being in chains doesn?t give you relief from the
standing order to answer the phone immediately. I will take care that you will
be punished and whipped without mercy. I will talk to Tanuschka to make it hell
for you."
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Will be continued.
