Poor Richard

i am richardless due to my own physical frailties. Princessa had arranged with a friend of Her's for me to attend a club as his, er, guest. Many rooms, many visitng gay guys, i would have been installed (perfect word, like a horse or animal, stalled) and he would send men in for me to service in every orifice possible.

Got hurt and could either lie on my back or stand, but not kneel, lie in a sling or grovel, really.

i am grovelling now because Princessa made my next orgasm contingent upon me being fucked and suck a large number of anonymous men oneaftertheother.

Poor Richard. Poor sandra.

You don't know dick

But i will, soon. After i bought Princessa Her mani / pedi and some sushi, which She said She was going to enjoy before seeing Her favorite couple (after the very singular me), She laid me down at Her feet. Just before that, for about 12 hours, She had made me tease myself by using a vibrator (such a silly term for something powerful enough to mix paint or make ice cream) on my CB6K-encased clitty.

Not like the good old CB3K in which there was enough room to set up a vibration and i might, given the chance, cum. And actually have. Very painfully since my clit couldn't grow due to the plastic encasement. But that's another story...that no doubt you, faithful and vicariously living reader, have read.

No.

She wanted me to tease and torment myself but not cum. Not for weeks. Not 'til the middle of December.

Cock, cock, cock, cockety cock. That is what I am to think about. The free gay porn sites are what i am to look at. No more girls, no more girl on girl. No more breasts ('cept my own.)

Cock.

Guess by mid December i'll know dick.

You'll be the second to know.

Perversion

Yeah, i know, what on this blog could be considere perverted?

Anyway, the day Princessa had to postpone O/our session, i couldn't seem to stop texting Her;  the texts were long the line of, " i am such a sissy.  i need Your firm hand.  (grovel, grovel)"  One of them had to do with remedial training so that i didn't forget precisely what i could do with women.  Or, actually, not...

i am not allowed to have sex with women.  Good Goddess, Miss Strange has made it clear i am not allowed to even fantisize about women, let alone touch them in a sexual way.

The Strange thing is, that thought winds me up, that Miss Strange could make me agree that i would do none of the above, ever again.

It isn't just the not doing, but admitting to Her that i won't, that She actually wants me to say this and mean it, and that She means it.  Of course, i don't deserve to have sexual thoughts about women.  But mostly it winds me up, makes me play with myself, because Princessa wants it to.

that is what is perverse.

Oh, and me, of course.  And obviously blossom.

All caged up and nowhere to go (cum)

Princessa required that W/we meet recently, have lunch and then get down tobasics...and then had to cancel.

i understood, i really did;  what choice have i, after all.  But here i was, all dressed up under my male costume, clitty well chastised.  Well, no, not really, 'cause the darn thing had cracked again and some of my delicate bits were not at all happy.  Plus, Miss Strange was not there to enjoy my misery.  and i gotta tell ya, if you don't know, it is like having it caught in a zipper, only worse.

So,telephonically, Princessa ordered me to strip it off (She didn't say do it not carefully, so i was VERY careful) and buy a CB6K and put it on and keep it on until W/w can reconvene my remedial training next week.

The 6K is better designed, but omg is the clitty holder part itself really small!  i have not had relief since i last served Princessa (and then it wasn't really relief, since She milked me) and it was a, um, tight fit.  Still is.  

At least i am not a sissy running wild, prey to all kinds of errant thoughts, emotions.  Nor is my clitty.

Beautiful Stranger

i had my proper clothing on under my male suit, nipple clamps in place as my breasts were lifted and rounded by the demi bra.  Didn't dare to put on lipstick, being in proximity to those who don't know my true nature, evenso i walked into Lusty Ladies and asked for the Private Pleasures booth.

Found it, went in, locked the door (ya think?) and asked the beautiful brunette behind the glass if she was Tennessee, as advertised that morning on the LL call line. "No," she said, in a slight German accent,"My name is Ashley."  Right.

i told her my Mistress required that i come and confess to a beautiful stranger all that i had failed on while She was away.  Ashley smiled, her pert breasts pressing against the soft, lace bra, her hips set off yet demure beneath the panties she wore...and never took off.  The bra either.

The money agreed to, she leaned back as she sat behind the glass.  i told her how i had masturbated while my Mistress was unavailable, but that i couldn't anymore, now that She was back.  i told her how i played with my breasts and nipples constantly, and i asked her if she wanted to see.

She loved the bra and clamps when i unbuttoned my male blouse, asked what else i was wearing and almost swooned when she saw the panties and garter belt and stockings.

When i told her i could no longer masturbate as i had when i was a wild sissy, she looked puzzled and asked how my Mistress could stop it.  i don't think she had ever seen a chastity device before.  She loved it.

She made me play with my breasts and nipples, never once touching herself, revealing herself.

But she was ecstatic when i pulled out my dildo, first sticking it to the glass that separated us, then pulling out lipstick and applying it and, as she said, it wouldn't be proper with out gloss, so when i pulled a gloss applicator out of my pocket and started using it, she was laughing and clapping!

"Suck it,"she ordered, and i did.  Then, when i pulled back, she said, "Can you fuck it?  Oh, yes, do it,fuck it, spread yourself wide!" So i turned around and fucked myself in front of her, looking down and seeing the semen on the floor left from the previous occupant.

She made me take the whole thing, then fuck it vigorously.

Laughing, she told me that i was a slut and when i told her i wanted to look like her, she said that was only natural, and when i told her that if Miss Strange, of whom she had heard, could make me look like Ashley, big tits, sweet narrow waist, blooming hips, She would pimp me out.

"Of course," said Ashley, "What are little whores for, after all.  But why doesn't She pimp you out now?"  She said it with a laugh, but i answered soberly, "She would if She could,  but i am not much of a saleable sissy whore as i look now."

Ashley laughed and said that it was true, but that didn't change the fact that i was, in fact, a sissy slave whore, did it?

i hung my head in shame and my clitty pulsed in its little chastity.  i muttered that she was right as she lowered the curtain, darkened the room, and i started to dress.

Trained

Okay, okay, so, um, not a newsflash or anything, but Princessa has been using puppy training techniques on me!  i know, what else is new?  But, well, i know that Her significant other had suggested it as a technique for long term submission training, or, at least They had discussed it, But...

She made me drink Her divine urine at our last session, making me hold the last mouthful until after i had cleaned up and until She was starting to milk me (whine, whine!), because, as She said, She wanted me to have Her scent surrounding me, on my tongue (the most sensitive aroma aparatus humans have) for as long as possible.

This is dog whisperer stuff.  Guess what?  i still can scent Her.  i still feel like Her bitch.

It works.

Transgression Confessions

Or;  How i Learned to keep my hands to myself.

Dressed for the first time in nine months in front of Miss Strange, who was dressed sorta like Donna Reed on steroids, onto the floor in front of Her throne at La Maison;  confession time, or what i did for the summer.

Didn't suck cock.   Didn't fantasize about cock. Didn't look at cock pictures.

Played with myself, nipples (fine), pussy (also fine), clitty (not so fine).  Looked at online sites of sexy girls, imagined not fucking them (how could i, after all) but having them see what they made me do to myself by just their sexiness...What Princessa had created of me.  That is truely what i fantasized about as i diddled and sometimes stroked myself to orgasm.

How many times? She counted them up as i confessed them over the months and then had me writhing on the floor as She alternately reminded me of who and what i was...and to Whom i belonged .  And what i owed Her for all those unauthorized orgasms.

Into the sling, Her fingers into me, my fingers pulling at my nipples and breasts, She urging me on.

You know, i forgot that one of the most seductive and cruel attributes of Miss Strange is Her voice.  

i with my head back, one finger on my clitty, edged several times...and of course She milked me.

Goddess, it crushed me!  i hate that lack of sensation and totally uncontrolled, and totally irretrievable spewing.)  

Did i confess that i had stopped eating my own cum?  Well, that changed then and there.

Princessa requires me to visit the Lusty Lady, seek a Private Pleasure with one of the performers (don't, for Goddess's sake call them girls), and confess my transgressions...and slowly bare my feminine attire to a beautiful stranger.  Play with my breasts and clamped nipples, bring a dildo to suck, and general make myself ashamed and aroused in front of said beautiful, sexy stranger.

Part of me can't wait;  part of me is appalled.  Guess which part gives in?

Mistress always wins.