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Synopsis:
The Trouble with Fantasies

by Puppy Girl

Chapter 1.

It all started with the email Mistress sent me. Okay I guess technically it all
started when I began
to serve her via email. She had a website and for a small monthly fee she would
give
assignments to her sissy slaves. I had done all the assignments on her website
and had now
graduated to receiving personal emails with instructions on what she expected
me to do next. Of
course being email she couldn’t tell if I really did the assignment or not but
I really enjoyed
being her slave and I always performed the assignment for real. I had purchased
panties at
Victoria’s Secret, admitting to the salesclerk that they were for me; tried on
lipstick at a Dillard’s
counter; worn diapers and wet myself in public all just because Mistress
assigned me to. I had
also begun to wear panties, pantyhose and bras or bodysuits under my clothes to
work and other
places, and had been out in public totally dressed many times.

The next assignment went way beyond any of these. I’ll just let you read the
email…

"Dear sissy sabrina,

I am pleased that you have followed all my instructions thus far (and you
better not have lied to
me or you will be punished). It is time to take the next step. You are to find
a man and have him
give you at least one dollar in exchange for a blowjob. If you must loan him or
give him money
to do so that is okay, but he must give you money for the blowjob.
Additionally, you must get
proof of having done this. Have someone take a picture with him in your mouth,
or a picture with
his cum on your face. Do not use a digital camera; either a Polaroid or regular
film camera
should be used. (This way if I decide to show your friends or coworkers the
pictures you can’t
claim they are doctored.) I want at least 10 pictures. If you find a customer
who will take 10
pictures, those will be fine, if a trick will only take 1, then you must find
another customer.
When you have 10 pictures, email me and I will tell you where to mail the
pictures. Until you
have these pictures do not contact me again. When you have the pictures, you
will begin to use
the name ‘sissy sabrina, cock sucking whore’ on all correspondence. By the way,
your credit
card will be billed monthly even if I never hear from you again.

Sincerely,

Your Mistress"



My first thought was to write her back and cancel, after all I was a sissy
slave not a cock sucking
whore, but the longer I thought about it the more I thought that if I was going
to be a sissy slave,
I couldn’t expect to only do things that I enjoy. I had enjoyed all of her
previous assignments,
even the ones that didn’t initially appeal to me, so I decided to do it. Even
after deciding to do it,
it still took me weeks to get up the courage. Finally one spring evening I
decided to go for it. I
dressed as sexy as could, black leather miniskirt, pink blouse, pink tights and
5" high heels and
drove to a gay and lesbian bar a few blocks from my house. As I checked myself
in the mirror, I
thought I was very passable and looked like nothing more than a whore in search
of a trick. I got
to the bar pretty early (about 7) found a table to sit at where I could be seen
from most of the bar
and ordered a glass of wine. After all, it wouldn’t help to hide, I was hoping
someone would
approach and I wouldn’t be reduced to propositioning strangers and facing the
rejection that can
go along with that. I had been there about 45 minutes when a girl came over and
sat down beside
me, put her hand on my thigh, said her name was Lisa and asked my name. She was
beautiful,
tall with long black hair and a great body, but of course wasn’t at all the
type I was here to meet
(nor I, her), so I didn’t even bother to use my femme voice when I told her my
name was sabrina
and I was looking for a man. She was very polite as she wished me luck and
moved on.

About 5 minutes later a guy came over and sat opposite me at the table and
asked, "what’s a nice
girl like you doing in a place like this?"

It was such a cliché, I couldn’t help but smile as I replied, "maybe I’m not
really that nice."

"Touché, and maybe you’re not really a girl either."

"Touché, yourself", I tried to reply gaily but I was hurt that he had made me
and I guess it
showed.

"No honey, you pass just fine and you’re gorgeous, its just that very few real
girls come in here
dressed like that and if one did Lisa would be exactly what she was here to
find."

I blushed and we introduced ourselves and he asked me what I was here to find.
Pulling a trick
from one of Mistress’ earlier assignments I just reached in my purse and handed
him a printout
of the email she had sent me. The only other things in my purse were a Polaroid
camera, my
make up, keys, 5 twenties, 10 ones and my drivers license (it is illegal not to
carry id in this state
and crossdressing is not a crime).

He read the email several times and then smiled, "So have you sucked many
cocks, sabrina?"

"No, but there’s a first time for everything", I said trying to sound cavalier.

"Yes there is, indeed there is. Do you have a room we can go to?"

I blushed, "I hadn’t thought of that, sorry."



"Well, it takes time to learn to be a whore, I suppose, let me say goodbye to
my friends and I’ll
meet you in the parking lot."

His name was Robert and he was a good-looking guy with blonde hair and a slight
build about
5’7" tall. If I was going to have to suck a cock for my Mistress at least I
hadn’t had to suck off
some fat slob, so I was feeling pretty lucky as I finished my drink and laid 4
dollars on the table
and went out to the parking lot to wait for Robert. He came out and escorted me
to his BMW and
drove to a Holiday Inn on the freeway. After he checked us in, he escorted me
to the room and
sat me down on the bed.

"Since I am the customer and you are the whore, you have to do what I tell you,
right?"

"Yes, Sir." I replied, getting into character.

He tied my hands behind my back, had me kneel between the two beds and tied
each ankle to a
bed. He then pulled his cock out of his pants and rested it on my lower lip.
"Beg me to make you
a cock sucking whore, sabrina"

"Please Sir, please let me suck your cock, let me be your whore."

He forced his cock inside me and pumped it for about 10 minutes. While I was
sucking him he
took a couple of pictures with my Polaroid, then he pulled out and sprayed his
cum all over my
face. He took a couple of pictures of that, then he removed my wig and took
pictures with my
face covered in cum and no wig, and then put his cock back in my mouth and took
more pictures.
Then he replaced my wig, placed a ball gag in my mouth and blindfolded me. I
heard some
rustling around the hotel room and then the door opened and closed and I became
very afraid of
what I had gotten myself into.

After what seemed like hours, I heard the door open and close again and the
blindfold was
removed, and I saw Robert standing there in front of me with his cock dangling
in front of my
face.

"Suck me, whore."

I sucked him again and again he took pictures; lots of pictures. In some, it
was obvious who I
was and what I was doing, and in most you could not see that I was tied up. I
looked like I was
doing exactly what I wanted to be doing, especially when he had me smile as I
licked his cum
from my face and sucked on his fingers as he fed me droplets of cum and I
appeared to be
begging for more. He then went around behind me and began nibbling my ears and
neck, in spite
of my situation I started getting erect and he lifted my skirt, reached in and
began fondling my
cock. After a few minutes I knew I was about to cum with this man whose cock I
had sucked
giving me a hickey and jacking me off and there was nothing I could do to stop
it from
happening. Just before I came he stopped jacking me off, put one of the hotel’s
courtesy cups
under my cock and started taking pictures again, some of which only showed my
cum drenched
face and my obviously excited penis. After all of my cum had drizzled into the
cup, he put the
ball gag back in my mouth, checked the ropes that had me tied, then went toward
the door. As he



turned the knob he looked at me with an amused smile and said, "I took the $96
in your purse, it
didn’t quite cover the rent on the room and the other expenses, but you can owe
me. The maid
usually comes between nine and noon, so you should have some time to accept
that you are now
sissy sabrina, cock sucking whore before they discover you and untie the ropes.
Its only midnight
now, so you have at least nine hours to keep reminding yourself that you are
sissy sabrina, cock
sucking whore. I’m sure your Mistress will be pleased."

There are no words to describe the effort I made to try to free myself from the
bonds that held
me, but it was clearly hopeless. After only about an hour or so I realized that
sissy sabrina, cock
sucking whore had not only sucked cock twice tonight, but sissy sabrina, cock
sucking whore
was also going to be discovered by the hotel maid, bound with a man’s cum on
sissy sabrina,
cock sucking whore’s face and sissy sabrina, cock sucking whore’s own cum in a
cup beneath
her prick. I don’t know how, but sissy sabrina, cock sucking whore eventually
found sleep and
only woke up when sissy sabrina, cock sucking whore heard the keys rattling in
the hotel room
door.

The maid walked into the room and gasped when she saw the bound girl on the
floor between the
two beds, but then she chuckled when she saw sissy sabrina, cock sucking
whore’s little prick
over the cup with cum in it on the floor.

The maid was tall with long blonde hair and large breasts, her breasts were her
best feature and
she had her blouse unbuttoned to make sure they were shown to nice advantage.
Her nametag
said her name was Ellen and that she had 4 years of service with the hotel. She
removed the gag
and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I’m okay, I can explain its okay, can you untie me"

"You don’t need to explain, but you do have to tell me, were you raped, or is
this part of some
kinky sex game?"

"Well I wasn’t raped, no, this isn’t what I expected but no I wasn’t raped."

"Well see, if its rape, I need to call the Police to untie you, otherwise
evidence could be lost, and
the rapist could go unpunished."

"No, no, it wasn’t rape, just a little joke that went too far, if you’ll just
untie me, I’ll be okay."

"You’re sure you’re okay, you’re not just saying that because someone
threatened you?"

"No really, I’m fine just untie me and I’ll go away. Its okay I promise."

The maid said she’d be right back, then left the room, sissy sabrina, cock
sucking whore noticed
that she didn’t lock the door behind her or even pull the door closed tight,
sissy sabrina, cock
sucking whore thought about calling out to her, and then decided not to.



Eventually, the maid returned with a digital tape recorder and said, "the
manager is worried
about lawsuits, so he wants you to record a release to make sure the hotel
isn’t held liable for
damages if you change your mind and decide it was rape after all."

She put a piece of paper in front of me and told me to read it using my name
where it said "your
name here"

I had no choice so I read:

"My name is sissy sabrina, cock sucking whore and I was tied up in a Holiday
Inn in Dallas as
part of playing consensual sex games with a partner. I have not been raped, or
a victim of sexual
assault at this hotel, nor have I, sissy sabrina, cock sucking whore been held
against my will by
any employee of the hotel or anyone associated with the hotel or any client of
the hotel. I, sissy
sabrina, cock sucking whore accept total responsibility for any injury or
inconvenience which
occurred at the hotel, as it was part of a sexual game which I, sissy sabrina,
cock sucking whore
agreed to participate in of my own free will and for my own enjoyment."

Ellen shut off the tape recorder when I finished and laughed, that’s very
sweet, but the hotel
needs you to use your real name when you read it. I blushed as I read it again
using my real
name. I was surprised that she left without untying me, but assumed, she went
to make sure the
manager was happy with the release and wouldn’t want her to call the police.

When she returned, she locked the door behind her, walked up in front of me and
said, "so sissy
sabrina, cock sucking whore, how long have you been a whore?"

I didn’t know how to react, and just stammered as she lifted her skirt dropped
her panties and
revealed a huge cock, "Master Robert helped me get this job, I assume that
sissy sabrina, cock
sucking whore is a present he left me for a reason, so I suggest you suck like
you mean it. After
all, it’s my choice whether you get untied or not"

I didn’t have to be told what to do, Ellen’s cock was longer than Robert’s had
been, but not as
big around. I sucked the transvestite maid aggressively, not surprised at all
when she (he?) pulled
out and sprayed her cum all over my face, adding her? cum to the cum Master
Robert had
already left there. After she freshened up, she untied sissy sabrina, cock
sucking whore and said,
"I’ll be back in 30 minutes, please get cleaned up and check your belongings.
The hotel will
require you to sign a release that nothing has been disturbed and that your
stay was without
problem."

After she left, I realized that in order to get back to my car which was still
parked at the club,
sissy sabrina, cock sucking whore was going to have to go out en femme and
somehow get back
uptown without being made, so sissy sabrina, cock sucking whore went to get her
purse to
reapply her make up. After applying her make up and putting it back in her
purse, she noticed not



only was her purse devoid of money, her drivers license was gone and there was
a business card
and a check in the purse. The business card was for Escorts Plus, and said
"feminine
companionship with a little extra" and the check from the same company, was
made to my real
name and in the memo line stated, "For services rendered as sissy sabrina, c.s.
Whore". The
amount of the check was one dollar.

When the maid returned to the room, I was looking as decent as possible, given
the
circumstances and happily signed the release which stated that my belongings
had not been
bothered during my stay. Again, I had been required to use my real name.

I was just starting to walk across the parking lot when Ellen came to me and
asked, "do you have
a ride home or money for the bus?"

When I said no, she asked if I wanted her to see if one of the staff could drop
me off.

I thanked her, and the maid ran back into the hotel and soon came back and told
me that Juan, the
bellhop would take me home if I wanted.

Juan was about 6’3" with extremely dark complexion and coal black hair it was
obvious that he
worked out as I could see his muscles rippling even through his bellhop suit. I
got in Juan’s van
and told him how to get to the club where I had left my car. About half way
there, Juan pulled
into a parking lot in a very seedy area of town and told me, "you are sissy
sabrina, cock sucking
whore. If you don’t want me to leave you here, you will be my whore."

I could see no choice so I crawled down and started sucking him off. While I
was sucking him,
he pulled my hands behind my back and used a tie wrap to bind my hands behind
me. His cock
was longer than Ellen’s and wider than Robert’s and it was all I could do to
take it in my mouth.
After he came in my mouth, holding his cock in me to make sure I swallowed his
cum, he
pushed me to the back of the van, threw me face down and tied my ankles to
either side of the
van.

I lay prone in the van while it bounced through many streets. Juan pulled the
van into the parking
lot, parked beside my car, stopped the van, opened the back door and told me,
"you are now sissy
sabrina, cock sucking whore, one of Master Robert’s girls, the sooner you
accept it, the sooner
you will be happy. He then untied my legs, pulled me out of the van cut my
hands free and
handed me my purse.

"Master Robert said for me to instruct you to go directly home from here."




The Trouble with Fantasies

by Puppy Girl

Chapter 2
I couldn't think of any reason to argue, and I certainly had no place other
than home to go.
Dressed as I was, I couldn't exactly go to the office or the health club after
all. So I followed
Juan's instructions and went directly home. I wasn't really surprised to see in
the driveway the
BMW that I had rode in from the club to the hotel, but I was still scared by
it. For the first time

ever I entered my house not as its lord and master, but as a scared sissy,
completely unsure of
what to expect.
Master Robert was sitting in a chair reading something and when I walked in he
looked up and

smiled, "kneel, sissy."
I knelt immediately.
"Very good, I assume you understand why you should do everything I tell you."
"Yes"
Master Robert leaned over and slapped my face so hard I nearly fell, "What!?!"
"Yes, Master."
"Better, I had hoped when I read the letter you showed me in the bar that I had
found a whore


who was already trained, but I guess not. What is your name, sissy?"
"I am sissy sabrina, cock sucking whore, Master"
"And I am?"
"You are my master, Master."
"Tell me your password to your email account and then go to your room and clean
up. When you


are done bathing and shaving all hair except that on your head, put on the
clothes I have laid on
your bed. I will come get you when I want to see you again."

I was very nervous as I went back to my room; I had never shaved my legs
before, counting on
my choice of opaque tights to hide the little bit of hair that I had. So I was
very happy that
Master Robert had expected this. Along with a scented bubble bath, he had
provided a Lady



Venus razor and sensitive skin leg shaving cream as well as a pamphlet on
shaving legs and
pubic area that had obviously been written for girls who were being raised by
single fathers who
had no way of helping with this issue. I giggled as I shaved and wondered if I
should call Master
Robert "Daddy", but then the seriousness of my predicament came to mind and I
worked on
making sure I was shaved thoroughly. When I was finally clean and hairless, I
went to see the
outfit I would be wearing for Master Robert.

It consisted of a red bra, panties, garter belt set and sheer red stockings,
covered by a nearly
transparent white mini-dress that came just to the top of the stockings but hid
nothing. I put on
the items and the red 5" heels that were with them, fixed my make up and wig
and waited for
Master Robert's summons. As I waited I looked myself in the mirror and realized
that I really did
look like a whore. I couldn't see any reason why men wouldn't want to pull over
and pay to get
sucked by the vision I saw in the mirror. I wondered if that was what Master
Robert had planned
for me. There was no question that I would have to do whatever he demanded.
After all he had
pictures that would get me fired, disowned, even arrested depending on whom he
chose to share
them with. To say nothing of what he might be doing with my computer and email
account. As I
stood there contemplating this and looking at my image in the mirror, I noticed
that I was
aroused, very aroused. The tent that my panties had become was the only blemish
on the
feminine image before me. I wondered if Master Robert would mind if I took care
of the
problem. He hadn't said not to, but somehow I suspected he would be mad if I
masturbated, so I
just turned away from the mirror, sat on my bed and tried to think of anything
nonsexual to calm
myself down. As I waited for Master Robert to summon me I remembered that
Mistress had told
me once that a good slave always kneels, so I got off the bed and knelt facing
the door. I don't
know how long I stayed there kneeling but eventually the door opened and Master
Robert
summoned me into the living room and told me to kneel by his feet with my hands
behind my
back.

"This is the position you will assume anytime you are in my presence, unless
you are told
otherwise, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"As you may have figured out, I run an escort service which specializes in
transvestite whores,
you are now one of my transvestite whores. If you behave and do what I tell
you, you can keep
your life pretty much as it has been. If you disappoint me, I will ruin your
life. I can get you
fired, have your house foreclosed, and leave you homeless and penniless. Ellen
used to have a
good job and a nice house, but she didn't learn how to behave soon enough. Now
she is lucky to
have the job she has. It's a shame really, she behaves perfectly now, it would
have been so much
nicer for her if she had learned quickly. I own you completely do you
understand that, whore?"

"Yes, Master, I understand."

Master Robert left me kneeling as he went into my computer room, when he
returned he had
something in his hand that looked like a kids toy, it had clear and pink
plastic and a little brass
padlock.



"This is a CB2000 male chastity device, you will wear it at all times. Very few
of your clients
will want anything from your sissy cock; those that do will be given a key.
Otherwise you will
not need to have erections or orgasms and so you won't. If you behave well, you
will sometimes
be rewarded with me giving you a key."

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing as he put my cock into the device
and locked me into
it, then he pulled it up between my legs, effectively removing any evidence of
manhood. He
handed me my debit card and the keys to my car and said:

"Go to any tattoo parlor and get a couple of tattoos, one on your on right ass
cheek that says
'Property of Master Robert' and one on the back of your left shoulder that says
'sissy sabrina' if
anyone you meet wants to fuck you remember that you are a whore. Also remember
that you are
a one dollar whore."

As I drove around looking for a tattoo parlor, I knew I was in for an
embarrassing encounter, but
was relieved knowing that at least neither of the tattoos Master Robert had
demanded would be
visible unless I let them be seen. I finally found a place that I could park
right beside, and I
hurried inside. The embarrassment I felt as I told the man what I wanted was
magnified when he
noticed that I was not a girl, but a transvestite slave. The needles hurt as
the tattoos were applied,
but I knew they were nothing compared to what I would get if I didn't obey
Master Robert's
orders. After I paid for the tattoos with my debit card the tattoo artist said,
"I bet your Master
expected you to be abused, but I am a professional, so I don't take advantage
of clients."

He gave me some business cards to take to my friends. I thanked him and went
back home to my
Master.

After I knelt before him and showed him my tattoos and gave him back my debit
card, he
explained my new life to me. I was permitted to keep my job, as long as I
behaved. I was
expected to wear feminine undergarments at all times however. Each evening when
I returned
home, I would dress up completely in the outfit Master had selected and remain
at home. If sissy
sabrina cock sucking whore had a client that night a call or email would
explain where to meet
him. If I had no client I was free to do whatever I wished, of course I was to
stay dressed in the
outfit chosen until I went to bed and must remain available until 10pm in case
a client wanted an
escort at the last minute. I would also receive 1 evening off each week and 1
week 'vacation'
every 6 months. During these times I was still required to wear feminine
undergarments, but
could otherwise do as I pleased (visit family, put in overtime at work, even
date if I wished).
Weekends belonged to Master completely, if there was no client, there would be
training or self-
improvement assignments to help me become a better whore for Master's business.

As far as the clients were concerned I was mostly going to be meeting clients
who wanted their
cock sucked, since after all I am sissy sabrina, cock sucking whore. But he
promised that if I
behaved and worked hard at the training, I could one day become more of an
escort than whore,
and accompany gentlemen clients to events. However, Master stressed that
whatever my
assignment, I would always be his slave and it would be wise to remember that.
After all I didn't
want to end up working 12-hour shifts as a maid at a hotel just to keep from
starving. All
financial aspects were between Master Robert and the client; I would be paid
one dollar per



client by the company and was not to accept any tips.. If a client left a tip
anyway, I was to give
the full amount to Master and would be punished for failure to make the
customer think of me as
his slut instead of his whore. I didn't even want to think about the punishment
I would receive if I
received a tip and didn't reveal it. The checks, like the one I had already
received had to be
deposited into my bank account within 2 business days

"Do you understand your new life, sissy sabrina?"

"Yes, Master."

"Hold out your left hand."

I held my hand out and he placed a bracelet on my wrist. It looked like one of
the magnetic
copper bracelets that are so popular these days for men and women, but it went
all the way
around my wrist and looked like two coils infinitely intertwined. I had seen
one on Ellen when I
was sucking her cock. Master told me to hold my hand still and left the room,
when he returned
he used a soldering iron on the bracelet and told me, "This bracelet cannot be
removed, even by
me. It is a unique design and is known by a few high rolling clients and fellow
Masters. If they
see it and wish anything they will hold your hand and ask you, 'Which Master
has bejeweled you
so exquisitely?' If this happens, you will obey any command given. It does not
matter where you
are, or whether you are en femme or not. Even if you are on your vacation or
with a client, you
will obey any order that person gives you. Whatever negative ramification you
think might occur
by obeying will pale in comparison to what will happen if you don't. Do you
understand, whore."

"Yes, Master. No matter what, if someone notices my bracelet and asks "Which
Master has
bejeweled you so exquisitely?" I am to do whatever they command."

"You grasp things well, you may have potential. I doubt if you will follow
Ellen's sad path to her
present pathetic condition"

I blushed at his compliment and said nothing.

He got up and told me to follow him and we went into the den, where he had me
lay over the
coffee table with my ass in the air.

"You have done nothing to displease me, but it is important that a slave learn
early what
punishments she can expect if she misbehaves. This is the paddle; I use it for
minor infractions
that do not require additional punishments. When you are paddled you will count
them and thank
me for each one."

Whap!

"One, thank you, Master."



Whap!
"Two, thank you, Master."
Whap!
"Three, thank you, Master."
Whap!
"Four, thank you, Master."
Whap!
"Five, thank you, Master."
Whap!
"Six, thank you, Master."
Whap!
"Seven, thank you, Master."
Whap!
"Eight, thank you, Master."
Whap!
"Nine, thank you, Master."
Whap!
"Ten, thank you, Master."
"You're welcome, whore. Now kiss the paddle."
I kissed the paddle as he held it in front of me. I was not surprised that my
cock was hurting as


bad as my ass as it strained against the chastity devise.
"This is the riding crop, it will be used for more serious offenses. If I have
to use this, loss of


privileges will also be part of the punishment. When you are cropped, you will
count them and
apologize."
Whack!




"One, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Two, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Three, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Four, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Five, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Six, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Seven, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Eight, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Nine, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Ten, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Eleven, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Twelve, I'm sorry Master."




Whack!
"Thirteen, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Fourteen, I'm sorry Master."
Whack!
"Fifteen, I'm sorry Master."
"Very good, whore. Now kiss the crop and then suck it."
I kissed the crop and licked it like a cock. The good news was that my cock was
no longer


straining against the chastity devise. The bad news was that my ass was burning
and tears were
starting to run down my face. I continued to lick the riding crop until Master
inserted the handle
in my mouth and I sucked it as if it were a date's cock.

"This is the cane, if I have to use it. I will most likely also start ruining
your life. When I was
forced to use it on Ellen is also when I sent her supervisor a picture of
Ellen's male alter ego
sucking her supervisor's husband in a public park. She was fired shortly
thereafter and had to ask
me to help her find a job. When you are caned, you will count each one and beg
me to forgive
you."

Whoosh!
"One, Please, forgive me, Master."
Whoosh!
"Two, Please, forgive me, Master."
Whoosh!
"Three, Please, forgive me, Master."
Whoosh!
"Four, Please, forgive me, Master."
Whoosh!
"Five, Please, forgive me, Master."




By the time the fifth caning landed, I was a blubbering crying mess; I was glad
that Master had
understood my blubbering enough that he stopped the caning.

"Kiss the cane and suck the handle well, the better you lubricate it the less
it will hurt."

After I had sucked it and drooled on it for a few minutes, he told me to stick
it in my ass and
began taking more pictures. I realized that these pictures also had nothing in
them to indicate
duress. They were simple pictures of a horny transvestite penetrating her ass
with the handle of a
cane. There was absolutely no reason to think I could convince anyone that any
of this had been
done against my will. I was completely at Master Robert's mercy. I knew it and
he knew it and
he knew that I knew it. He then placed a hot pink pager on the coffee table I
was laying over.

"This is your pager, you will carry it with you at all times. If you are paged
you must call the
number within 10 minutes no matter what. You will stay exactly where you are
with the cane in
your ass until your pager beeps. Then, you are to remove the cane, clean the
handle and place it
in your closet.

Then you are to check to see if you have any new email.




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