Trained By a Proper Mistress

by Cissykay

 

Chapter 2

 

I had lost all concept of time. I didn't know how long I had been tightly stretched on this bed. My arms were on fire, and even though I was lying down, my feet were in agony from the heels I had locked on my feet. My jaw was sore beyond belief. The jawspresder had made sure that it was still wide open. In my hours of contemplation, I tried to figure out why I had let myself be put in this situation. It has been said many times that a man thinks with the wrong head. Well, the head of my penis was thinking that it had gotten me into a position where I had given up all control to this woman. It didn't really matter now if I had a change of heart. Since Angela had used the metal cuffs and ropes to secure me, there was no way out. I was aware that many women use ropes to restrain slaves, but Angela was very skilled in her technique, and it was apparent that she wasn't going to give up any advantage until she was ready. Although I had no idea of the time, the room was getting lighter and I could see everything in it, so it had to be morning. I knew I hadn't slept more than an hour or two. I quickly found out that it is not easy to relax when you are chained in a spread ealge position.

Finally the door opened, and Mistress Angela appeared to check out her handywork one more time. "Good morning slave. I see that you are no worse for wear. How was your night?" All I coud do at this point was grunt an inaudible scream for release. "I am going to remove the gag for you. Please don't force me to gag you again. I promise you will not like the outcome." She turned the adjuster very slowly until my mouth began to relax. As she removed the steel mouth cage, I wanted to scream with both agony and relief. Next she went to the foot of the bed, and began to do something I couldn't see. I heard the locks on the chains being opened, and I was finally going to be freed from this prison. Soon I heard the locks click shut again, only this time there was some slack in the chains. My feet were still spread apart from the spreader bar, but I had some freedom of movement in my legs. She went to the top of the bed and unlocked, and relocked both of the chains that held my wrists. There was now quite a bit of slack in the chains, but I was still secured to the bed. I guessed that all of the chains must be about four or five feet in length.

"O.K. bitch, you can now sit up and begin to get some of the stiffness out. As you can see, you are still securely fastened to this bed, so please don't try anything that will upset me. I have many more ways of restraining a slave, and most of them are not as pleasant and enjoyable for you as this was." If this was enjoyable, I did not want to find out what else she could do. On the nightstand, she placed my cigarettes, lighter, and a cup of coffee. I now had the freedom to reach everything. I just didn't have the freedom to get out of this bed. The coffe was very good, and the cigarette was like a gift from heaven.

"See, you can be made to stay like this for days, or even weeks if I choose. I don't choose to do that at this time though. I have plans for you today." Just then another woman appeared at the door. "This is my lover. Her name is Marlene. Say good morning to Marlene, bitch." "Good morning Marlene." She had a very disinterested look on her face. I could tell immediately that Marlene was not the dominant female type. "Marlene doesn't involve herself in my passion, but she understands my need to dominate and feminize men. Don't get any ideas about getting her to help you. She hasn't helped any other man out of my grip, and although she doesn't care to dominate men, she doesn't help them either." Marlene just stood there with an evil grin on her face. "That's not to say that if Angela tells me you have a nice tight love hole, I won't want to see for myself at some point. I have to get going Angela. Have fun with your new toy today." She gave Angela a long deep kiss and then leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You are in so much shit. I think Angela is PMSing, and that isn't good news for you. If she decides to cut off your nuts, tell her to save one for me in a glass. Just kidding dearie." With that she was gone. I hoped with all my heart that she was just kidding dearie.

"After you have your coffee, you will go into the shower and use the gel on the stand to remove all of the hair on your body from the neck down. I will inspect you when you are finished. You will have thirty minutes to complete this, as I have many things to do today. I do have time for some breakfast though, so we'll stop on the way to the mall. I'm so glad you like going shopping with a lady." I hated shopping. Where did she ever get that idea. I was finally released from the bed, but not before my wrists were attached to my collar with two long chains. I was able to undress, and I was off to the shower. "Don't forget to shave your face real close."

The warm water felt better than anything I've ever experienced. It washed away most of the terrible stiffness I felt from being chained up all night. I knew that I had no choice, so I did as Mistress instructed. I knew that as soon as we got out of the house, I was going to walk away. There wasn't anything she could do in front of other people. After my shower, I was ordered to put just a hint of perfume behind each ear. "We don't want you smelling like a male pig, now do we." I was then instructed to put all my undies back on. Again I struggled with the garter belt. The bra was much looser around my chest, since Mistress Angela had let me remove the breastforms. She made sure that I wouldn't try to escape. She attached one of the long chains to my collar before she released my wrists to get dressed. I was still locked to the bed, and I knew I couldn't run away dragging a huge oak bed behind me. I had to do what I was told for the time being.

When I had all the lingerie back on, I was standing there waiting for Mistress Angela to return. I looked at myself in the dresser mirror, and began to get very excited. I had to admit to myself that I liked the look and feel of the silk and nylon on my body. When Angela returned, she was carring my pants, shoes, and a shirt that I knew wasn't mine. I guess you could call it unisex, but it definately looked more fiminine than masculine. "Put these on. You won't need any socks today. If the men notice, they will just think you are wearing thin socks under your loafers. If the women notice, they'll think your wearing nylons. Oh well. You'll just have to bear it." I quickly put on my pants and shoes. I buttoned the uniblouse, and tucked it in my pants, and tightened the belt an extra notch to insure it wouldn't slip out of the pants. As I was occupied with the task at hand, I failed to notice that Mistress Angela was standing right next to me with the ankle and wrist cuffs in hand. "Put these back on. A little insurance against escape." I did as I was told, all the time saying to myself that these weren't going to stop me from bolting at the first opportunity. I would worry about how to get them off when I got home. Right now, all I had to do was think of a way to escape her. Lastly she put a steel slave collar around my neck and I heard the lock click shut. She buttoned the top button on the shirt so it couldn't be seen.

"We're just about ready to go sweetie, but I want one more bit of insurance before we leave." She produced a pair of heavy handcuffs with about six inches of chain between the cuffs. "I can't be seen in public wearing those. We'll both go to jail." Mistress Angela was alot more creative than I gave her credit for. She undid my belt. "Now slut, I want you to put your hands in your pockets." As soon as I did, i realized that the pockets had been cut out of the pants. Mistress Angela then fastened one cuff to each wrist, and refastened my pants and belt. I was now effectively handcuffed inside my trousers, and no onw would see the cuffs. "Pretty sneaky, hey slut? Now you can shop till I drop. Let's be off."

I had no choice but to follow her. We used her car to get to the mall. We went to a small cafe, where Mistress ate a light breakfast. She offered my a cup of coffee. I was forced to sit there and drink coffee through a straw. " "Here is the schedule for today sweetie. First we are going to get you a very tight corset to make your figure more feminine. Then we are going to a special place here that will fit you for your inescapable chastity belt. Your days of wanking it every time you get horney are over my dear. And, I've saved the best for last. I have a friend who is also a dominant female, and she owns a hair salon. You are going to get your first complete makeover today. I promise you will look very beautiful when we leave. The rules for the day are as follows. You will only say yes Mistress or no Mistress. You will not say a word unless you are spoken to. You will not complain, in fact you will enjoy every bit of humiliation that you are about to experience. Is that understood?" I had no choice but to say yes Mistress until my opportunity to run appeared. "And one last thing. As you know I like the slut look. You will look like a tart when we leave here. If you so much as utter anything that makes me angry, or doesn't show complete respect, I will buy you a short leather skirt that won't even cover your stocking tops. I have brought your locking heels with me. I will drive you to a leather lesbian bar that I know and chain you to a barstool. I promise when these girls see a gagged transvestite slut at the bar, they will do things to your ass that you never though possible. And, I never make an idle threat. Are we clear?" "Yes Mistress, we're crystal clear." "Good, let's get started on your first slut adventure."

  

  

  

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