A Dominatrix Diary

A Dominatrix

 

These are the rules. Never take them for granted.

Rule #1: You are my sissy and when you read anything I have written you must be wearing at least one article of explicitly feminine attire, the more the better. Furthermore, throughout the day, you will always have some feminine article in your possession. Wearing panties or a bra is very good but if not, at least have a lipstick in your pocket that you can fondle at odd times to keep your sissy-self at the forefront of your consciousness.

Rule #2: You may only have an orgasm three times in any calendar week and you must never have an orgasm on consecutive days. For those of you who think that this somehow allows you to cum more than once on a particular day, don’t play games with me. You must of course stroke that sissy ‘clit’ to maximum excitement at every available moment (in the rest room, in bed at night, in the car, etc.), you must be constantly planning your next opportunity to masturbate while you remind yourself what a sissy-slut you really are. BUT...no ejaculation, except on schedule!

Rule #3: If you cum while reading a chapter, the next time you turn to that chapter you must start again from the beginning.

Rule #4: Each chapter will be introduced with a specific task for you to perform before you are allowed to start reading the chapter. Any time you re-read the chapter, the task must be performed again.

The Task

My dear, your titties have received far too little attention up to now, so we must make up for lost time. Clamps, clothespins or anything else you may have at hand must go on those sissy nipples right now. Are you feeling that exquisite sexiness in your bosom? Mmmm... I wish I was there right now to pull them and twist them till you moan like a little whore. Twist them hard, for me slut, and read what I have written.

 

The Consultation

The work I do often requires that I seek the services of other professionals. Most commonly, there are several surgeons that I call upon to perform a variety of procedures on my clients. Dr. Carolyn Slocum is a plastic surgeon who has great expertise in ‘body shaping’ and she has worked with a number of males in my charge. Breast augmentation is a specialty but she has also shown great skill working with other areas of the body. Dr. Slocum has a small state-of-the-art clinic and, about a year ago, I brought a sissy to her for a consultation.

For our visit to Dr. Slocum’s clinic we were accompanied by Nicky’s sponsor, his younger sister, Jane. At the time, Nicky had been working under my tutelage for about ten weeks and his education had progressed to the point where he was now required to appear in some distinctly feminine attire at all times. He was not however, allowed the camouflage of passing as a woman. For his visit to Dr. Slocum, Nicky wore a gaff, a bra and a very restrictive small corset under nominally male clothing. When I say ‘nominally’ I mean that the slacks, top and shoes were boyish in cut but designed to be worn by a woman. On a whim, I had also included a little sensory ‘enhancement’ which he was wearing under his clothes. The sissy was well into his cosmetics training so, on most days, I had him put on full evening make-up, including false eyelashes. There was no mistaking him for a woman though, in part, because of his receding hairline.

The visit to Dr. Slocum’s clinic was not only informational, it was also intended to put the sissy in a most vulnerable and shameful situation. Dr. Slocum’s all-female staff was helpful in both regards. When Jane and I guided Miss Nicky into the office we were greeted by Marsha, an attractive, buxom, physician’s assistant who was obviously delighted when she first saw our little slut walking through the door (All of Dr. Slocum’s assistants are very curvaceous. One day when I asked Carolyn about it, she just looked at me and said, ‘Advertising.’).

‘It’s so good to see you again, Katherine’ said Marsha, as she looked at Nicky with a practiced eye. ‘When we saw your name in the appointment book, Linda and I knew we were in for a treat today and I’m not disappointed. Your latest sissy is very foxy. Tell me Nicky, have the boys been whistling at you as you walk down the street?’ At this, Nicky just lowered his head and blushed intensely, unable to answer.

Jane had little patience with her brother and said firmly, ‘Really, Miss Nicky, you’re not being very polite, but I notice that your lipstick has worn off somewhat, why don’t you show the ladies how nicely you take care of your appearance.’ With that, the sissy actually tried to back out the door but Jane and I each seized an elbow and firmly brought him back into the center of the waiting area.

‘Yes, Nicky,’ said I, ‘Show us how you would freshen up if you were out on a date.’ Having no choice, Miss Nicky fumbled through his purse and finally produced a small mirror and a lipstick. Even though he was shaking from embarrassment, he managed to re-do his lip color nicely, showing the positive results of regular practice.

Jane was in no mood to give praise however, ‘You know sissy-boy, you’re going to have to learn to do yourself up more elegantly. Being pretty is one thing, but you have to look good while you’re getting pretty and remember, those long fingernails are not an excuse for clumsiness.’

The other women were much kinder and they freely complimented Nicky on his efforts as they directed us to the examination room. Linda, Dr. Slocum’s other assistant, in particular, made some very knowledgeable comments about Nicky’s make-up choices and tried to draw him out about different products he had tried. Nicky’s humiliation was so powerful though, that his answers were whispered monosyllables.

Again, Jane, became impatient with the sissy’s lack of polite response and gave him another order. ‘OK, Miss, if you’re not going to speak up you should at least have a good excuse, get your dildo out and start sucking on it, now.’ The little bitch knew better now than to disobey Jane in her present mood and he immediately reached into his purse again and brought out his large, flesh-colored dildo and started sucking on it.

After a short wait in the exam room, Dr. Slocum appeared, every inch the high powered doctor. Tall and attractive, she has an appetite for controlling and humiliating males. She came briskly into the room and got right to business, smirking at the sissy’s slutty performance. Typically for Carolyn, she had not left instructions for Nicky to undress, preferring to observe the process herself, which she did now with a perfunctory order to the abject Nicky.

Slocum watched cooly as the bra and corset slipped to the floor and we were all amused as the sissy’s penis, freed from it’s gaff, came stiffly erect, emitting a steady flow of pre-cum. Nicky’s strip tease also revealed the ‘enhancement’ which I spoke of earlier. It might have been anything, but on this particular day it was a pair of nipple clamps, adjusted for maximum pressure and connected by a chain that looped over his neck in a fetching halter style. This arrangement had the effect of stretching the sissy’s little tits upwards at quite the awkward angle. At my signal, Nicky took the clamps off with a gasp of pain as each nipple was released.

‘Well Katherine,’ Carolyn said, ‘you’ve brought me another good specimen to work with. Not too fat and not too skinny. I’ve had a chance to review the file that Dr. Lomax sent over and I see no medical impediment to any reasonable surgery you might suggest. What did you have in mind?’

‘Of course,’ I said, ‘he should have a nice pair of breasts, although we haven’t yet decided on the size or shape. But we also wanted to talk about some other, lower body, modifications.’

‘Is that right? I’m doing some wonderful things with vaginal fabrications, are you telling me that you’d like to get radical with Miss Nicky, here?’ Dr. Slocum had an eager edge to her voice as she asked this question and Nicky audibly moaned at this blatant suggestion that he be castrated, yet his excitement at the humiliation continued to be evident in his pulsing erection. At that point he had not ejaculated for about five weeks and his sexual frustration was very obvious in spite of his fear.

‘No, Doctor, I’m afraid not.’ I said, smiling at the sissy’s discomfort, ‘I’m one of those conservatives who finds that the thing between his legs presents ongoing opportunities for a woman like me and that it would be a shame to get rid of it. Rather, I was hoping that we could do something with his hips and bottom that would accentuate his feminine charms.’

‘I see,’ said Carolyn, not too disappointed, ‘well, his figure does present some possibilities. He seems a little muscular, but that can be useful as a foundation for lower body modifications. At any rate, we have some great new imaging capabilities that we’ve gotten up and running since your last visit. I think that you might find them helpful.’ So saying, she walked out of the exam room and returned momentarily, with Marsha behind her.

‘Marsha will take you into the studio, sissy. Do exactly as she says.’ Turning to Jane and me she said, ‘I have a few things I need to take care of but I’ll meet you in the studio in about 15 minutes and we’ll see what we can do.’

As Marsha led the tragic Nicky away I could hear her continuing to tease the slut. ‘So Nicky, you’re going to get a nice pair of boobs. How do you like mine? I bet they’d look just great on you.’

A short time later we walked into a room that had the look of a science fiction photo parlor. In the center of the room was a turntable-like platform and standing on it was our very own, naked, Miss Nicky, with penis still very erect I might add. Marsha was just finishing attaching what looked like small round stickers to different points on his body.

‘You haven’t let him touch himself I hope.’ I said to Marsha as we came in. ‘He’s been saving up for some time now and I’d hate to see him have to start all over again. He had to work very hard to get the ‘freedom’ he is enjoying now.’

‘Yes, I can tell that he’s extremely pent-up.’ Marsha answered, ‘Every touch to his body causes that thing to throb a little more urgently. I wonder...’ she said as she reached out and lightly brushed a nipple. The response was almost explosive as Nicky gasped and arched his back dramatically, clearly on the edge of losing control.

‘Whoa, sissy,’ said Jane, ‘you better not lose it or I’ll be asking Katherine for some time alone with you.’ These words caused the sissy to make a desperate effort at pulling himself together and an accident was avoided.

‘Sorry,’ said Marsha, a little chagrined, ‘I couldn’t resist. I’ll try to be more careful.’

At this point, Dr. Slocum came into the room and began explaining the process. ‘As you can see, Nicky has been positioned to be photographed by these three digital cameras. The cameras are stationary so the turntable rotates the subject into the proper position for a full body series of images. The stickers on Nicky are identification points so the morphing software will understand my instructions once we start manipulating the images. If, you’re ready Marsha, we can start taking pictures.’

Marsh put several more stickers on the sissy and then stood back. The lighting was adjusted and the photo process began. Once our little tart was positioned correctly on the turntable, the next phase was entirely automatic. The turntable rotated to a particular position and the digital cameras got the shot. This took about 30 minutes and the bitch did very well although I was concerned that his stiff sissy clit would interfere in some way with getting a good set of images.

‘Don’t worry,’ Dr. Slocum, responded to my question, ‘it won’t get in the way and it will make the finished product more interesting.’

Once the photos were taken, we went to a small screening room where Carolyn sat at a keyboard and started to bring up the images of our enervated sissy-slut. Nicky was standing, in attendance, having been allowed to put on his bra and corset and to re-attach his nipple clamps. His erection still bounced obscenely in front of him and he was given a towel to wipe up the mess caused by its continual drip.

As the doctor worked, she explained, ‘With the photos we’ve taken, we can now create a three dimensional image of Nicky with the ability to change view smoothly as if we were walking around him.’ She made a few entries and the image on the screen went into motion giving the effect of a movie camera circling the subject.

‘Now, for the fun part.’ said Dr. Slocum. ‘You say you want him to have a nice set of tits, let’s grow some.’ With that, she made a few more entries and we all watched the screen in amazement as the virtual Nicky’s chest began to bulge and a fine pair of breasts appeared. ‘Those are about a B-cup, shall we try a little larger?’ Without waiting for a reply, she did a little more work and Nicky’s breasts became very large. ‘Here’s the D-cup.’ Carolyn remarked. And finally, ‘Here’s the DD.’

I tore my gaze away from this riveting sight to look at the real Nicky standing in the corner watching this manipulation of his image. He was staring, open mouthed and breathing very hard. ‘What do you think, Miss Nicky? ‘I asked, taunting him, ‘You’d like that nice pair on your chest for real, wouldn’t you?’ In reply, the sissy just continued to gape. Slowly, almost involuntarily, he nodded, unable to speak and unable to look away from the image of himself and I admit that the juxtaposition of huge tits and stiff cock made me excited as well.

‘Lets take a look at all the angles.’ said Dr. Slocum, the virtual camera started circling the creature and we got a view of the sissy and his breasts from 360 degrees. Spectacular. ‘Now for some details,’ and Nicky’s breasts began to change shape while staying about the same size. ‘Here’s a natural look.’ The sissy’s virtual breasts appeared to relax and droop somewhat. ‘Or, we can we can firm him up.’ With that, the extra large tits rose up on the slut’s chest and took on a dramatic outward thrust that no one would have mistaken for the real thing. Exciting though, and ultimately more humiliating for the sissy in question. The doctor made a few more entries and the sissy’s nipples began to enlarge and come erect.

‘Shall we do a few things with his hips and bottom?’ asked Carolyn, rhetorically. A few seconds later, Nicky’s digital hips began to swell and his butt became larger and more round until the body on the screen, except for the penis, was that of a voluptuous woman. Again, we looked at all the angles, as Dr. Slocum explained further, ‘What I’m showing you is all surgically possible. Really, Katherine, in Nicky’s case, you and Jane are only limited by your personal taste in the matter.’

I turned to Jane, ‘What do you think?’

‘I like it.’ she said, ‘I’ve often thought that Miss Nicky should have the experience of tit fucking a nice big cock and this will give him the equipment to do it.’

I looked at our slut-slave, standing by, helpless. ‘Well Miss Baby-Doll, in a few months that’s going to be you. Of course, you could always walk out the door right now, but you won’t will you? No, you don’t really have any choice and if you agree, crawl over here and give my shoes a nice lick.’ We all watched silently as the sissy slowly sank to his knees and crawled over to my feet. As his tongue darted over the toes of my shoes, all the women in the room broke into laughter.

 

 

 

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