I eed some serious bimbo training
Im . Looking for some strict help
Maleslave is hooded, gagged with panties and his chastised cock and balls are teased by his Mistress.
Poor sissy comes before her cage gets taken off all the way. Oh well!!! Guess it doesn’t have to come off now!
Here is a short video of a sissy that is so wound up from watching her hot wife fuck real men after sissy sucked their cocks and made them hard everyday and from dressing like a sissy everyday that she comes a months worth before the cage even gets all the way off!
Cum reading all about my sissies!
My first attempt at writing fiction. I’ve certainly read a lot. This is part 1 or what I envision as 3 parts. NSFW. 18+
I don’t know what it is about it, the control, that I like so much. I just do. Ever since I met him, in college, it all just seemed so natural. So easy. My tutor, offering to write my papers for me when I wanted to go party. Doing my homework problems when I was too hungover. Driving me and my friends home from parties when I was too drunk.
It had continued after college, again, naturally. Whether he followed me or not, mattered little. I took a well paying job in sales. I was good at it. I’m good at getting people to pay, to buy, the things that I want them to. He took a respectable job in IT that afforded a respectable lifestyle. It sort of just, continued. He’d send me gift cards and doting emails. I’d ignore him, or sometimes I would tell him about my dates. Sometimes I’d ask him for flowers or to do an errand. He once waited at the DMV for me for 2 hours while I slept in.
It was never sexual, at least not recipricolly. God, he’s never even seen me naked. I knew he was hot for me. I assumed he was jerking off for me. I never saw him with other girls. I told him outright he wasn’t good enough to get a girl. I told him he should probably be paying for it, and he should probably be paying trannies or dudes. He would look down and get sad eyed and then agree with me. I liked saying things like that, and I knew he liked it, and I liked that to.
It went on like that for a few years. I remember the day it turned more serious. He emailed me right after his birthday. it was a typical email from him, complimenting me, wishing me a good day, asking if I needed anything. And then he mentioned his parents had bought him a brand new tv for his birthday. it was unusual because it had nothing to do with me to the untrained eye. It seemed like a normal sentence, but I lingered on it. I began to realize it was a test, a suggestion almost. Once I realized that, I understood better what he wanted. I quickly emailed back- something I rarely do - “I want the tv. When can you bring it over?”
This was going to be different. He had sent me gift cards of $50 or $100, once even $200. But the tv was $3000 at least. And it was going to be mine. I wanted it, and I suspected that he mentioned it as an offer. He wanted me to take it from him. To take what was his for pleasure, to enhance my pleasure. It would have been to weird and not right to out and out say that at first. But if I was right, and he responded in the affirmative, it would be a whole new world.
I was right. He responded a few minutes later. He said “of course!” That weekend he set it up in my house. It was the first time I’d let him in my place. It was a little weird, I could tell he was nervous, shaking. I took advantage. I pounced. I knew what he was and what he wanted from me. He was a pathetic little wreck. That very day, I was inviting myself back to his place to see where he lived. I had a plan already in mind. After setting up my new 60” tv, I asked him to box up my old tv- to put it on craigslist, and to give me the money.
Over the next few months we became even more acquainted. The rush I felt that first day when he left and i turned on MY tv, was unlike any high I’d ever experienced. It returned a few days later when he dropped off the $350 he got for my old tv. I was hooked and I wanted more. Through him, I learned more about findom. I wasn’t entirely interested in putting myself out there online for weirdos, but what I had going with him was nice.
I learned more about him. Where he worked, how much he made, where he lived, what he drove. Everything. The rush came from many places, it came from the control, it came from the denial, the ruination, the sacrifice, the indulgence. Within a few months, I had become emboldened. He was beyond willing. I was introduced to a new world. I slowly began stripping away the elements of his life, and reshaped it around me. I pushed his limits where he needed a push, but he rarely objected.
Together, we helped him downsize. From a 1 bedroom apartment to a studio, saving a few hundred a month and selling off spare furniture. We sold his queen size bed (honestly, what was he thinking) and set him up with a twin mattress on the floor. His new studio was spartan, but we agreed he didn’t need much, and that I needed the surplus. He had his cheapo mattress on the floor, some pink blankets and sheets. He had his computer, some dishes, and not much else. I was gleeful in knowing he was a virgin, and determined to keep him that way. The thought of him living his whole life as a virgin made me wet. He would live in his tiny apartment, visiting me on weekends to clean for me. During the week I would order him to do certain tasks, write 10,000 lines of devotion, video chat with gay guys online, etc…
As time went on we opened a joint bank account. His paychecks would go there. We would both have access, but he only had my permission to spend on his rent, his bills, and a specific food allowance. I monitored this all closely. I didn’t want to outright ruin him, and send him into extreme debt. I thought about it, the way other dommes did, have him open a bunch of credit cards and max them out and then leave him to fend off creditors. I preferred to become more of a succubus, controlling him, yet making him dependent on me. He made a decent living, but nothing extravagant. I spirited away a few hundred a month extra for my planned early retirement, and spent a bit on my own indulgences. A massage here, a tan there, a mini-vacation or a pair of boots. I didn’t live the high life, but I got what I wanted.
I didn’t just take take take either. I helped him upgrade his wardrobe (hoping it would lead to a promotion at work). I cancelled his cable, and installed tracking software on his computer. Over weeks, I watched his vile porn habits. I studied what he was into, he knew i was tracking it, and I told him not to change anything. He was a computer geek, and could have hid his habits, or kept a secret bank account from me. But I doubt he did, what he submitted was to me fully. Some of his weird fetishes would never work for me, scat, golden showers, creampies, cbt, bimbos. But a few things stood out and intrigued me; his obsession with toilet things and adult babying, eating things, and extreme chastity. I saw my window to absolute control. I stocked his apt with cheap trashy panties, fishnets, bras, wigs, lipgloss and mascara. I encouraged him to dress up and video chat with random horny men online. I even got him some starter butt plugs, dildos and gags.
I didn’t want to overwhelm him by changing his entire lifestyle at once. So I began with his diet. He was really into stories and videos of human ashtrays and eating dog food. I realized this was a trigger for him. So with two motives in mind I moved to restrict his diet to the extreme. I hoped a restrictive diet would help his flabby ass lose weight, and again, maybe help professionally. Secondly, I wanted to replace the slight joys he had in life with me.
His diet was to be intentionally dull, repetitive, and joyless. He would be allowed to eat:
For breakfast: Plain yogurt. Plain Oatmeal. or Plain Shredded Wheat with Skim Milk.
For lunch: Wheat Bread with Creamy Peanut Butter.
For Dinner: Plain Whole Wheat Noodles (no sauce)
Snacks: Plain veggies (carrots, celery, lettuce, cabbage, cauliflower, broccoli), Dried prunes or apricots, Baby food.
If we was good he could earn a reward food, such as berries or honey to put on his oatmeal or yogurt, jelly for his peanut butter, sauce for his noodles, and dressing for his veggies.
When he was bad he would earn punishment food. Lacing his cold oatmeal with castor oil. A can of dog food. Gross cheap food (like 85 cent chicken gravy cold). Cover his food in his piss, or his favorite, in old cigarette butts. Neither of us smoke, but I started collecting ashes from a dear friend of mine who was none the wiser. I would give him bottles of my piss to make into ice cubes to top off his punishment foods with.
It was rough at first, weening him off real person food and onto the slaves diet. The first few weeks he earned a LOT of punishment food. I cleaned out his pantry and fridge, and checked his receipts to make sure those were the only food he had. When I found out he bought a candy bar at the work vending machine, it was a long next three meals. He could have lied about it to me, but I loved so dearly that he fessed up. From then on, he was not allowed to carry cash ever again. Problem solved mostly. Sometimes people would bring in donuts or bagels and he would slip up. I was there on cam making sure he ate his doggie food dinner out of a dog bowl on his hands and knees!.
I had a key to his apt and would drop in sometimes to make sure there were no secret food stashes and he was actually eating what he claimed to. I didn’t manage every element, but after a few weeks, I believed he was only eating his boring plain foods! He was losing weight and we were ready to move on to the next control step. Chastity!
Throughout my entire time of knowing him, he had never said no to anything i asked. When I had him write my women’s studies paper in college in 18 hours while i was hungover, he lept. When I made him sneak out of work and eat a can of dog food in his car during lunch, he took pictures. Chastity was one of his biggest desires, but he just wasn’t ready to wear a belt 24/7 and still work. It frightened him too much, and I relented. He would report directly to me after work on Friday for belting, and be released on Sunday night. During the week, he was under honor to not cum or touch his lil pee pee unless specifically directed.
I tended to allow him release every 2-3 weeks, sometimes at home, sometimes in front of me, always in some humiliating or degrading fashion. Like the diet, his chaste obedience took some time and earned him some punishments. I never liked touching him, spanking and slapping weren’t so much my thing. But I did make him home wax off his pubes, and cover his wee wee in icy hot on cam! During the week, I would assign him edging and porn watching assignments.
The last element of control I introduced I wanted to be unique, and not just another sissy male fantasy. So in addition to eating only the minimal boring food, only cumming every 2 weeks, I instructed my slave that from now on, he must receive permission for using the bathroom. I had this in mind when incorporating prunes and laxatives in his food and punishment. Now at work, he would text for permission to relieve himself. If I did not respond, and he used the bathroom, he would get the punishment food. At night, and at home, the deal was the same. Occassionally, I would instruct him to wear a diaper when he got home from work. In those cases, he was required to use the diaper, as his toilet permission had been revoked.
We had settled into a nice routine over the past year or so. Every monday he would go the grocery store for himself, stocking up on the basics of his bland diet, and spare punishment food. After, he would write his lines “I am nothing. Goddess is everything. I give myself completely to goddess” from the time he got home from the store until his bedtime at 9:30pm. He would go to work. Tuesday nights were edgings. I would send him a series of videos he had to watch entirely. Without cumming or touching himself. It was a lot of TG, forced bi, and gay porn. But I would also send him some ball busting, whipping, foot worship, and bbw porn too! Wednesday and Thursday we mostly online chats, maybe more lines.
Friday during the day I would send him my shopping list. Immediately leaving work he would go the grocery store to restock my needs. I relished sending him to the store to see up close all that he could not have. He would buy all my food needs for the week, fresh fruits and meats and sweets and snacks, wine, coffee, all the luxuries I enjoyed every day and he would never touch again! Making him buy it was just delicious! I also never hesitated to add tampons and pads and stockings and femme things to the list. I was happy to be done with errands, having my slave do them for me.
After acquiring all of my needs, he would report directly to my house. When he arrived, he was instructed to text me, and I would let him in remotely. While I was out getting my hair done, he unloaded the bags. Upon entry to the house, he found instructions to remove his stupid clothes, and put on his chastity belt, a double padded diaper, plastic pink panties, and a one piece romper in pink! He wore this while preparing me a gourmet dinner.
When I arrive home, the dinner is almost ready. I change into comfy clothes, and tell him all about my day and week and my plans for the weekend while I eat a fresh salad with real dressing, a thick juicy steak and a glass of wine! He has some cold plain noodles prepared. I’m tempted to give him some of the scraps off my plate, but I think to myself he hasn’t really done anything special, so when I’m done eating I scrape mine into the trash and instruct him to put away the leftovers. After dinner, slavey asked for permission to pee. Slave is not allowed to use the toilet in my house (gross!) I considered his request, and decided I liked to see him squirm and denied.
After that, I got ready for a date, a guy I’d been on a few dates with, nothing serious. I allowed slave to serve as my footmat while I applied my makeup in the bathroom. I told him to keep his eyes closed, I don’t even really like him to see me in my undies. He kept shifting under my feet, no doubt anxious over his full bladder. After I finished my makeup, slavey helped me pick between two dresses. One in purple that better showed my tits, and another in white that flattered my ass. I chose the purple one, and slavey again asked permission to pee. I was almost ready to leave, and decided slave could just go home and report back tomorrow morning at 8am for maid duties. I told him he could pee on the walk home. However, he was not allowed to remove the diaper, tomorrow morning when he came there would be a fresh one for him waiting to change into. He was allowed grey sweatpants and hoody over his pathetic baby costume so nobody would harass him on the 30 minute walk home.
Shortly after he left, I did as well, and had a nice date with a cute guy. It wasn’t going anywhere, but I liked to let slavey think otherwise. Slavey was required to go right back to bed as soon as he got home. Every Saturday he is required to report at 8am for maid duties. When he arrived, I was out on my way to yoga class, but I like to let him wonder if I went home with the date. I remotely let him in.
By the door were clear instructions for him. 1. He was permitted to have his morning pee in last nights soggy diaper. 2. When he was done, he was allowed to change into a dry triple padded diaper, and his same plastic panties and his ruffled pink onesie. 3. After that he could have breakfast- I had prepared 4 baby bottles, one with milk, one with apple juice, and 2 with water. On the floor in a doggy bowl was cold oatmeal with a tablespoon of castor oil. On top were half a dozen prunes.
Once he was done with his breakfast, the chores get done. Laundry, stripping the sheets and washing them. Collecting all my clothes from the floor, sorting them and washing them. Intimates get washed by hand and he is required to save that for last. He vacuums all my floors and carpets, mops the kitchen and wipes down the surfaces. Collects dishes and runs the dish washer and puts away the clean dishes. He scrubs the bathrooms and the toilets. He dusts the bookshelves. Every other weekend I have a once a month type chore- washing windows, cleaning the fridge, washing my comforter etc…
Sometimes I like to watch him work, sometimes I like to obstruct his work with verbal assaults, sometimes I like to distract him by touching myself through my pants on the couch, sometimes I like to oversee everything he does and make sure every bit is perfect and punish anything less than perfect. Today, I got a massage after yoga, and met some girlfriends for brunch after. I didn’t get home til 2, all the while letting him wonder if I went home with the man from last night.
During that time he had texted three times begging permission to pee, i failed to respond, and he texted that he had failed me and wet his nappy. So sad, he must really love that punishment food! I had more in store for him. I told him I would be home in 30 minutes and instructed him to refill the baby bottles and drink them all. For lunch, I instructed him to finish the entire bag of prunes and eat a can of baked beans from his doggy bowl, and take another spoonful of castor oil.
When I walked in the door, he was cleaning his doggy dish as he had just finished eating. I smiled. I saw that he was done with about 2/3 of the cleaning. He still had to clean the guest room, the guest bathroom, fold the laundry he’s already washed, and handwash my unmentionables. I interrupted him to have him wipe down my yoga mat, and to inspect his work thus far. He’d done a good job, he was getting to be almost professional level maid!
I let him get back to his chores while I curled up on the couch for a nap when he was already interrupting me. He was asking for permission to go #2. I smirked. My plan worked exactly. I knew he hadn’t gone since first thing the day before, and I’d be feeding him plenty of laxatives. He knew he would never be allowed to use the toilet in my house, so he was asking to fill up his diaper!
I always like to give my sissy slave options. It seems to contradict my quest for total control, but these small choices allow him the illusion of a real life. For him, i let him know, he could fill his diaper right then and there. He would be required to finish his chores and then wear it all the way home where he could change into a clean diaper and spend the rest of his sunday relaxing at home. However, if he chose to poop now, I would push back his next allowed orgasm from Tuesday night, to sometime next weekend. Maybe Friday, maybe Saturday, maybe Sunday. Additionally, for stinking up my house, he would be forced to eat punishment food for the next week.
His second option, was to finish up his chores, and leave. He could poop anytime after leaving my house. He could go home. I would give him a fresh clean diaper to carry home and change into. If he did that, he would keep his regularly scheduled next release for Tuesday night. He would cum on cam for me, in some as yet determined embarassing predicament.
His third option, was to finish up his chores, and walk home. He could poop anytime after leaving my house. However, he would not be allowed to change his diaper until I gave permission sometime tomorrow morning. I would lock his current diaper on with number but breakable locks. Tomorrow morning he would have to get up, pickup a copy of the days paper and send me a picture with that and the unbroken lock. If he did that, I would let him change and clean himself and give him further instructions. If he did that, stayed in his dirty diaper overnight, i would let him cum tomorrow, 2 days early, in my presence. I told him his choices started now, and I went and put on the locking numbered clips onto his diaper. He would have to break them to remove them and I would know.
I reminded him he could poop now and leave if it got too bad. I could see from his shaking legs that he was struggling. I encouraged him to get back to work, he still had a bathroom and a bedroom to clean, laundry, trash to take out etc… It was around 2pm.
he got to work as i curled up on the couch and read a book. i saw him finish the guest bedroom, and when he was almost done in the guest bathroom, i walked in with a basket of all my nail polish (almost 200 shades!). I upended it on the floor. “Whoops!” I said “Please pick these up and organize them by color.” I watched his face turn red, and could tell he was clinching tight. I turned and walked out. His face stayed that color as he finished the polish, then as he stood stoicly and hand washed all my panties, stockings, and bras, and hung them to dry on a rack in my bedroom. The laundry took a solid hour, and by now it was after 4. I watched him collect the trash. I was having some gal pals over for wine that night and wanted him out anyway, so I allowed him to don his sweats and take my trash on the way out.
I wonder how long it was before he exploded into that diaper. It wasn’t long before he texted “barely made it home. not changing!” I would take glee in the fact all night long that he was sitting in a soggy diaper. I didn’t think for a second he would change out of it, he loved his orgasms, and the chance to do it in front of me was a first for him. Maybe I was being too generous to allow him to cum in my presence. I would have to devise a truly unique release to make it worthwhile. I entertained my friends, slept wonderfully, and awoke refreshed to check my phone. There is was, sent at 8:30am, a series of pictures of the paper, the intact locks, and one saggy soggy foul nappy.
What a lovely way to start the day. I was laughing. I got up, freshened up and made myself coffee before responding that he could dispose of his diaper, clean up, change into a fresh one and return here for his just rewards. I can’t imagine anything more pathetic than a grown person shitting into a diaper and then staying in it for over 12 hours.
I told him to stop at starbucks and pick me up a latte, plus 2 cinnamon scones. one would be well deserved treat for him. When he arrived i teased him and asked him what it was like to marinate in shit, be big adult baby with diaper rash, and how much I bet he liked it. He knelt in just his double diaper and plastic panties while I drank my coffee and ate my scone.
When I was ready went to the bathroom. I had already peed twice in the guest bathroom toilet, and was peeing again, my foul coffee piss ontop of my dark fragrant morning golden. I could smell it when I opened the bowl, and saw the tufts of toilet paper dissolving. I called him in, to join me in the bathroom.
"Here’s the deal pansy. You earned your release today. You’ve also earned a breakfast reward. You usually don’t get nice pastry treats. So the deal is, I’m going to drop this scone into the toilet and its going to start soaking up piss. Then I’m going to hand you your chastity key. Your going to drop your diapees, unlock yourself and jerk off onto the scone. Now you’re gonna wanna go fast because that scone is going to soak up all the piss. And when you release, I want you to drop to your knees and eat your breakfast! No hands. You ready?" I didn’t wait a beat to see if he was ready. I dropped the scone in the pissy water and handed him his key.
"Get going pissy poo! Wiggle that booty out of your nappies! pull out that teeny weeny! rub that nub! omigosh its soooo teeny. how can you even feel it!"
I watched him strugggle to get the belt off, and when he finally did, spring to attention. I was still in my lounging pajama pants and a hoody. I wasn’t about to let him get off on a glimpse of my cleavage. “C’mon turdlover! aren’t you hungry for breakfast! that special treat is gonna taste sooo goood! show me how much you want it”
It only took about 30 seconds and his load shot right into the toilet bowl. some of it got on the lip, some in the water, and a big bunch right in the middle on the scone! The scone was rapidly soaking up the pissy water. He dropped to his knees and went right for it, but I made sure to let him know he had to lick up the cum on the lip first and he did.
This is what I absolutely loved. It was the fact that he didn’t think twice. He actually thought he was being rewarded by kneeling in front of a toilet and eating a piss and cum soaked scone with his entire face and diapers pulled down to his knees. He didn’t hesitate at all. I could see him, tongue extended, biting off a chunk of the scone. I encouraged him for 15 minutes as he tracked down the crumbs, mixed in with whole bites of precious toilet paper. I heartily encouraged him to drink mouthfuls of the pissy water too! When I was satisfied he had gotten all the little bits up, I casually let him know the next step.
"You are fucking gross pig. After that display, I think you need to have your mouth washed out with soap, and to think about how gross you are." i grabbed his ankles and cuffed them, and cuffed his wrists hugging the back side of the toilet. There was no way he could get out. "i want you to stay here on your knees. no peeing either cause i’m gonna leave your diapers down around your knees too, you just look so silly that way" I unwrapped a brand new bar of ivory soap and dropped it in the toilet. "Pick it up!" I watched him bob for that bar of soap, slipping around, until he got it with his teeth and using his tongue, got the whole thing wedged into his open mouth. "Make sure its good and in there. Cause I dont want you to drop it again." The soap was dripping and already causing him to drool. His face hovered above the bowl and he dug his teeth into the bar. "I’m going to leave, and I want you to stay, when I come back the bar better be in your mouth. If you drop it… pick it up!" I dropped the toilet seat on his head, but left the lights on.
I stepped out of the room and my pussy was dripping wet, I crawled back in bed with my magic wand and had a good one. After a quick breath to relax, i switched into my jogging attire and shoes, and headed out. Just cause its playtime doesn’t mean I can’t keep up my routine! I hit eight miles, and returned about 2 hours after I shoved the soap in his mouth. I resisted the urge to check on him, and hit the shower. Another 20 minutes later, I entered the bathroom and gave the toilet a flush to get his attention.
"Hey pissface! Having fun down there?"
"What was that? I can’t understand you? Do your knees hurt? Do you have to pee?"
"You have to speak more clearly! Do you need some more time?"
"You do? Ok. I’m gonna go make a smoothie then!"
So fun! I made myself a delicious smoothy and came back about 20 minutes later. I unlocked his hands and ankles and let him stand up. His knees looked purple and his mouth was frothy and white and he looked absolutely miserable! “Pull up your diapers, take that soap out of your mouth” by now it was a much smaller bar “i don’t have any use for it now so you’re gonna take it with you, put it in your diaper” “now your mouth looks sad, so you can take one sip from the toilet and swallow” You’re gonna put your sweatpants and shirt on and get out of here and go home. I’ll see you next Friday. “He knelt down and took a swig of toilet water and went and put on his sweats. At the door I caught him “One more thing. I got you a present. Open your mouth.” He opened his mouth and in it I stuffed my socks from my jogging trip. I worried I was being too nice. “Your welcome. Now get the fuck out of here you worthless piece of shit!”
a selection of captioned pics from a great series…
once your man accepts the cage, he’s yours to do with as you please.
Oh, stop whining. I’m just making sure it’s on nice and tight.
Ballbusting, courtesy of Knave.