Received from PVC slave, a long overdue piece of homework to include his history, experience and fantasy session.
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It is fair to say that i have had submissive tendencies for as long as i can remember, and this resulted in frequent fantasies and viewing of such material in magazines and, as it became available, on the internet. As time progressed, my interests expanded to include a fetish for pvc and plastic which in turn introduced me to the world of FEMDOM. Whilst not a masochist and not especially interested in the corporal punishment aspects, i started to widen my fetish base.
These tendencies remained even after my marriage, and whilst I tried to interest my Wife in my desires, She had no interest at all in participating. Over the first few years of marriage, all overtures were rejected, and eventually She agreed that it would be acceptable for me to investigate and “indulge” my desires as long as She remained largely unaware of what i was doing. This arrangement continued for a few years, with me undertaking a number of visits to professional Dominatrixes, almost always with disappointing results.
These visits did, however open my eyes to the much wider aspects of FEMDOM, and i soon developed an interest in becoming feminised and even an interest in becoming a sissy. This continued to grow as an interest for me, although still without any interest or contribution from my Wife, although She was aware of most of my secret desires!
As time went on, i started to collect a wide variety of pvc and plastic items, as well as a number of bondage items. Experimentation was still however, limited to the occasional visit to a professional Mistress.
A few years ago, i came across an advert for a West Sussex Mistress (now Mistress Helen), and arranged a visit to Her which was the beginning of a whole new trend, and one which continues to this day.
Following that initial visit, (which proved to be rewarding in a way all previous visits to Mistresses had never been) Mistress Helen introduced me to aspects of FEMDOM i had previously not experienced, and pushed my boundaries little by little.
A major lifestyle change occurred when my Wife and i were holidaying in the USA, and a TV documentary programme came on about Female Led Relationships, with examples of how these relationships had changed a number of marriages. When it came on the TV, i fully expected my Wife to insist on changing channels, and i even suggested doing so myself. To my surprise, She stated that it might be interesting to see exactly what my fantasies meant in real life to others. We watched the programme to a conclusion, and very little was said. It was a couple of weeks later once we had returned home and after that, that things changed dramatically!
As i returned home one evening, i was greeted by my Wife and told to sit and listen. i sat dumbfounded as She explained to me how the documentary we had watched had made Her think about the whole concept. She also explained that the whole FEMDOM/FLR issue had cropped up during a “girls evening” where it transpired that one of Her long time friends, Debbie, admitted that She dominated Her husband, and that he was Her full time slave, and how much better Her life had become as a result. This triggered many conversations and prompted my Wife to decide to follow Debbie’s example and to agree to my many previous requests to dominate me and take me as Her slave. Although She made it very clear from the outset that the arrangement would be on Her terms, and in no way simply to meet and fulfil my fantasies, i could never have envisaged how much my life was going to change. Although i was given plenty of time to think about Her proposal and make my own decision to agree or not to serve Her, it seemed too good an opportunity to miss after all my years of requesting just what i thought was being offered, and of course i agreed.
If i had any idea that what was to follow would prove to be quite so far removed from my fantasies, i guess i might never have agreed! Indeed, Lady Jane – or Goddess (the title my Wife thereinafter insisted, and still insists upon, had even produced a “Slave Contract” for me to sign which, accompanied by some very compromising photos, was to prove Her hold over me in all things, and prevent any thoughts i may have had to back out after that.
As a result, and within days, all my male underwear was removed and all but a couple of items (which She held) destroyed, and i was made to wear female underwear – my sissy panties – at all times, further increased when so desired by Her to include tights and even stockings and suspenders. As if that were not bad enough, i was also informed that i was to be placed into chastity to prevent myself ever being able to masturbate, and that sex was to become something for Her pleasure and to Her timescale. i was also told that my position was such that all pleasure was for Her alone, and that what i desired or wanted was of no importance at all. This, i was told, meant that i could expect to provide Her with oral sex whenever She so desired, and for as long as She desired. i was then fitted with a CB6000 chastity device and locked up, and have essentially remained caged ever since, with only brief and occasional freedom.
Over time, more and rules were issued and my slave contract amended to reflect my ever diminishing status. i was also permitted to attend and serve Mistress Helen as there remained some aspects of my training that She was still reluctant to address and carry out. i also discovered afterwards, that Lady Jane was in email contract with Mistress Helen and discussed and arranged some details of how my sessions were conducted.
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One such session that further changed my status, when i was actually instructed by Lady Jane to arrange a session with Mistress Helen. After several previous sessions, which were as much to cater to my fetish desires and to explore my submissive nature, Lady Jane made sure that She played an active part in the content of this session, and how i was to prepare for it. Making it clear to me in advance that i was to make contact withMistress Helen and book a session with Her, i was given a locked case and envelope to take with me the morning of the session and was told to present both to Mistress Helen when i arrived. i was to have no doubt that this was another potential turning point in my life, when i was also made to wear full feminine attire under one of my pvc maids dresses, and to take along my 4 inch stilettos. Although i was permitted to cover myself by wearing a shirt and trousers for the journey, this did little to make me feel anything other than vulnerable as i drove to my session with the case and envelope sat on the passenger seat of the car as a constant reminder of what was going to await me.
After knocking on the door at the agreed time, i was let in, and after having presented the letter and case, and of course kneeling to conduct my formal greeting to Mistress Helen, i was ordered to strip down to my maids outfit and present myself for inspection. To my surprise, i noted that Mistress Helen was wearing a raincoat – hiding what She might be wearing underneath – although Her stiletto heeled shoes were clearly visible. Without offering any explanation for the coat, and after pointing out one or two errors in my presentation – for which i was promised suitable punishment in due course – i was made to make my way down to the dungeon and kneel facing away from the stairs, and await Her arrival.
As i knelt in the middle of the dungeon floor, i could not help but notice the array of punishment instruments laid out on the whipping bench and hanging up along one wall, nor the selection of dildos alongside a strap-on harness on a small table in front of the St Andrews cross.
After a few minutes, a heard the unmistakable sound of Mistress Helens heels coming down the stairs. By this stage, i was visibly shaking with nerves, and had to force myself not to turn around and look.
Once down the stairs, the sound of Her footsteps continued towards me until i was aware of Her standing behind me. With an instruction to open my mouth, a ball gag was soon secured in my mouth; necessary i was told that, as She was sure i was not going to like what She had to tell me, and that She had no desire to hear any pathetic pleas from me.
Only at this point did Mistress move in front of me so that i was able to witness for the first time what She was wearing. Unsure beforehand what to expect, i was surprised to see that She was wearing A black PVC top and knee length matching skirt. In one hand She now held the case Lady Jane had had me bring, and in the other the now opened envelope.
Placing the case down on the bench and opening it away from me so that i could not see what was inside, Mistress Helen proceeded to inform me that my Wife had not only already exchanged emails with Her, but also written a note with suggestions as to how She might choose to conduct the session. She informed me that the contents of the emails and note were to make it clear that this session; unlike those that had preceded it; was intended to be one to punish, humiliate and generally abuse me, and that my wishes and desires were of no importance. Not only that, but that the session was to last not one hour as i had imagined, but two! It was also explained to me that the session was intended to subject me to much wider aspects of BDSM than had been the case before. Specifically, that i was to receive strict and harsh punishment, and that – as befitted the sissy slut that i was attired as – i was to be treated as one, and was to be subjected to a pegging to re-enforce my sissy status. It was also explained that since i liked PVC and plastic so much, it was only fair that that should play a significant part in the session, but as a form of aversion therapy rather than anything for my enjoyment.
At this point, Mistress produced from the case two PVC macs, and no less than three PVC hoods, stating that She had every intention – at Lady Jane’s request – of using as much PVC as She could to instil in me an association with PVC that would change it for me from something i enjoyed, to something that i would come to dread instead. It was made clear to me that the intention was that i would be made to wear PVC macs and other PVC and plastic clothing, and come to associate wearing them with humiliation and punishment, and that breath play inside PVC hoods was to become a method of punishment not pleasure, and that finally all previous pleasure or enjoyment as a result of being face-sat would become something to be feared and no longer enjoyed.
As the implications of all this started to dawn on me, She told me to stand up, and clearing the whipping bench of the case and laying it and the various punishment instruments on the floor, She told me to put on the pink PVC mac that She then picked up. Taking the mac from Her i started to put it on, only to receive a slap across my face, telling me that it was not to be worn normally, but back to front. This initially confused me until when She had done up the mac at the back, She proceeded to pull the hood over my face and tie it behind my head, informing me that my “PVC aversion therapy” had begun already.
Leaving the mac on, complete with the hood up, i was told to put my hands behind my back, and She proceeded to secure my wrists together in a set of wrist cuffs. The fact that i was now unable to use my hands to remove the hood even if i wanted to was immediately evident to me, although She took pleasure in explaining to me that my fate was now out of my hands and completely in Hers.
In this helpless condition, i was gently lead over to the whipping bench and told to bend over it. My ankles were then cuffed to the back legs before my wrists were released, only to be re-secured to the front legs, rendering me helpless. A further strap was then secured across my back to compete the bondage. Only then was the mac hood lowered.
Grabbing my hair and pulling my Head up so that i was looking at Her, Mistress Helen informed me that the first of my punishments would now take place. i was, She informed me, to receive 6 strokes each from a leather strap and a cane as requested by Lady Jane, after a suitable period of ‘warming up’ from one of the floggers. This punishment was also – again at Lady Jane’s request – to be administered without recourse to a safe word.
This obviously amused Her, as it had become clear from previous sessions that i had a pretty low pain threshold. Needless to say, it hardly struck me as amusing! Neither did the fact that She informed me that the punishment was to be administered across my bare bottom. She then proceeded to undo several of the poppers on the PVC mac, informing me that the other advantage of my having to wear the mac back-to-front was that it made it easy to expose my bum whilst making sure i still had to wear the mac! My sissy knickers were then also lowered to ensure that i was fully exposed, allowing Mistress to see for the first time that i was caged in my CB6000 chastity devise, something which She also took advantage of to humiliate me still further.
Returning to stand in front of me, She showed me the flogger She held in Her hand, informing me that in future, when not gagged as i now was, i would be made not just to kiss the instrument i was going to receive, but also to beg Her to use it to punish me. That would come later during the session i was told.
As Lady Jane was not that keen on inflicting pain on me Herself (though certainly not adverse to having someone else do it..) the effect of the flogger when it started was unpleasant. And the fact that this was just a ‘warm-up’ was not lost on me either. After what must have been about three minutes of this, i was already feeling the pain, and was far from looking forward to the strap as this too was shown to me before She took Her position behind me once again.
The first stroke of the strap felt as if my already sore rear was on fire, and by number 4 i was already groaning into the gag. By the time all six had been delivered, i was yelling into the gag. And yet my ordeal was still not over. Once more i saw Mistress Helen in front of me, this time flexing a vicious looking cane. The look of fear in my eyes must have been clear, as She laughed sadistically and informed me that the cane would be far worse than the strap, so i had better prepare for the worst!
As the first stroke from the cane landed across my rear, i was left in no doubt that her warning had not been an idle threat. By stroke number three i was not just groaning, but screaming (in vain of course) for mercy and for it to stop. i am sure that on completion there must have been a tear in my eyes as She again pulled my hair to force me to look at Her. If i had expected any sympathy, i was sorely disappointed. i was released from the bondage across the whipping bench and ordered onto my knees. My hands were once more secured behind my back, and then the gag was removed. Once free to speak again, i was ordered to thank Her for my fully deserved punishment, and even worse, made to beg that i receive further punishments later.
Advising me that She needed to prepare for my next ordeal, She once again pulled the mac hood over my face and tied it off, telling me that it would help me to practice for the period of hooding that was to follow.
For the next five minutes or so, i was aware of Her moving things around and that some music was started. Whilst the mac hood restricted my breathing, it was not total, and i was still able to breathe relatively normally. It did, however, remind me that once She used one of the PVC hoods as She had threatened, it would be a different matter, and that restriction of my breathing would be almost complete. Breath play had been one of the things that we had done during previous sessions, though always on a mild scale. i had a feeling that today was going to take things to a whole new level.
After a while, the hood was lowered, and Mistress Helen was once again stood in front of me. In Her hand was a black PVC hood, one with an elasticated neck and with a zip over the mouth, but one nonetheless that that would allow no chance of allowing me to obtain any fresh air once in place. As with all the hoods that Lady Jane had packed, this hood had been used by Mistress Helen in previous sessions, and was one of Her favourites. Not only did it not allow me to breath, but it was also thick PVC and meant that it also acted as a blindfold.
Without anything being said, She pulled the hood over my head, informing me that as a start, it would remain in place for 40 seconds. Since i had previously managed confinement for periods well over a minute, this did not worry me unduly, and i managed to last for the 40 seconds without any real problem. After a very short break with the neck lifted to allow me to breathe through my mouth, but still covering my eyes, the hood was once more lowered, with the instruction that this time it would be 50 seconds. Again this was managed, and so too were two further hoodings of one minute, and one minute ten seconds, although by the time i had received the last of these, i was definitely feeling the effects, and was glad that the hood was then removed.
Still left kneeling on the dungeon floor, Mistress Helen stated that it was time to experiment with some electrics – something which i really did not enjoy at all. Whilst She released my hands from behind my back, and proceeded to set up Her electrics equipment, i was ordered to strip off completely and resume my kneeling position.
Once She had everything ready, She produced from the case a purple PVC mac which i was ordered to put on, this time the correct way around. Next She secured me to the St Andrews cross with my back against the wall. She produced a collar which was fastened around my neck, and then a penis gag which was stuffed into my mouth and secured in place. Instead of then starting to use the electrics, She produced a red PVC hood and pulled that over my head. Whilst so trapped, i was aware that the front of the mac was being undone, and nipple clamps were snapped shut on my nipples, forcing me to yell into the gag. The mac was arranged to ensure that the front of my body was exposed, and i then heard the buzz as the electrics were switched on before the hood was removed.
As soon as the hood was off and i was able once more to see, She was stood there holding the feared Violet wand. Although i was shaking my head frantically to indicate that i did not want it, Mistress casually informed me that what i wanted was of no interest, and since i was here because Lady Jane wanted me to be punished, i was going to get a nice session being tortured regardless. And that is exactly what happened. For the next 10 minutes at least my nipples, balls and most other areas of my body were subjected to a variety of the Violet wands attachments, the experience only becoming worse as i started to sweat. The end, however, was only achieved because Mistress Helen offered me the chance to stop the electrics if i agreed instead to suffer CBT and NT instead – which i foolishly (albeit willingly) agreed to by nodding my head furiously.
Stating that it may yet prove to be a mistake, She switched of the electrics and, picking out the key to my CB6000 from the envelope, removed my chastity device – all the better She said, to make me suffer. And boy, was She not joking…
The nipple clamps were removed, only to be replaced by another set connected by a metal chain. As if that were not bad enough, She proceeded to hang weights from the chain, further stretching my already sore nipples. Satisfied that i was suffering enough from this, She switched her attention to my exposed cock and balls. A series of slaps and twists were then followed by Her tying cord first around my scrotum, and then my cock, ensuring that it was suitably tight and painful. Next, weights were added to the cord hanging from my balls and my scrotum was stretched until i was forced to yell into my gag. Satisfied for a moment that i was suitably in pain, She produced a tube of deep heat and proceeded to coat my balls and nipples. As the ointment gradually started to work, and my groans became obvious, my predicament was made worse still as She set the weights swinging side to side. Still not satisfied, i watched in horror as She selected a flogger from one of the hooks on the wall, and started to lash me across the stomach and thighs, my attempts to escape its attention only causing the weights to swing of their own accord, further adding to my suffering.
Finally this particular torture came to an end, and weights and cords were removed. It did not, however, signal the end of my CBT, as She selected a small penis whip and proceed to spend a further 5 minutes flogging my cock and balls.
Once finished, She left me still strapped to the cross whilst She went to get herself a drink before eventually releasing me and removing the gag, ordering me once more to my knees. As She sipped Her water, She asked if i would like a drink. When I replied that i would, She said that She would make sure i got a drink soon.
Changing the music on the CD player, Mistress Helen then sat down in Her chair and stated that She would like to see me dance for Her and instructed me to dance as befitted a sissy for Her amusement. Not being in any shape way or form any use at dancing, it was not long at all before She was laughing at my efforts, whilst insisting that i try and do better. After a few minutes, She said that that it was noticeable that my excuse for a cock was bouncing around in a manner unbecoming of a sissy, and that i had to replace my chastity devise, which i was made to do stood in front of Her before being made once again to dance.
Eventually i was allowed to stop and was ordered to kneel at Her feet and worship Her shoes, making sure to lick every inch until they shone. i was kept at this for at least five minutes before being told to fetch the pink PVC mac, put it back on back to front and return to kneel before Her. Once done, my hands were once more cuffed behind my back, and the mac hood pulled over my face and tied at the back.
It was time, i was informed, for me to once again assume the role of sissy maid, but this time She informed me that i was to be made up to look like the slut i obviously was.
i knelt there once again whilst i could hear Mistress Helen climb the stairs and return after just a couple of minutes.
On Her return, the mac hood was lowered and i could see that there was laid out on the table next to her chair a make-up bag.
During the next five minutes i was made-up with eye shadow, eye liner, rouge and lipstick to make me look like a slut, before She produced from the case a pink wig which Lady Jane had obviously acquired from somewhere, but which i had not seen before. With the mac removed and my hands again un-cuffed, i was instructed to dress in my maids dress and underwear, including pink fishnet hold ups and my heels. When satisfied, Mistress Helen walked me over to a mirror to look at myself. The effect of the whole ‘make-over’ was to make me look slightly ridiculous.
After being humiliated by being made to speak in a high pitched voice and repeat several times that “i am just a cheap sissy slut who deserves to be treated as a worthless fuck-toy”, Mistress Helen stated that i should have no doubt that before the afternoon was out, She would make sure that that was exactly what was going to happen.
Before that, i was told, i would need to be subjected to further humiliation and PVC aversion therapy. i was once again made to put on the pink mac and then to refit cuffs to my ankles and wrists and to kneel with my back to the metal post. My wrists were then secured behind my back around the post, before my ankles were similarly cuffed together either side of the post. A piece of rope was then produced which linked my wrist and ankle cuffs, forcing me into an uncomfortable position, leaning forward held to the post just by the wrist cuffs. This was soon remedied by a leather strap tied around my chest pulling me back up against the post, and resulting in my being placed in a stress position.
Advising me that it was time once again for some aversion treatment, She produced the zipped black hood and pulled it over my head. There followed several bouts of breath control, each longer than the previous one, until at one stage i begged for escape. Leaving me an addition 10 seconds, by which time i was almost at the point of passing out, the hood was then removed. If i believed that was going to be the end of it, i was, of course, to be disappointed! Moving across once more to the case, Mistress Helen returned carrying a small plastic bag.
The contents She told me, were a pair of Lady Jane’s soiled panties. In the letter it transpired that Lady Jane had told Mistress Helen that part of my punishment at home – after i had long ago been caught by Her masturbating over a pair of Her dirty panties – was to be gagged with dirty panties, sometimes with a second pair; crutch over my nose and pulled over my head whilst being made to kneel as Her footstool, or knelt in the corner.
With no further explanation, the hood was once more pulled over my head, and the previous hooding repeated, until such time as i was forced to beg to be allowed air. This time, rather than having the hood removed, the zip was undone and the soiled panties crammed into my mouth before the zip was closed again. With a warning that i was under no circumstances to spit out the panties, i was going to be subjected to 2 full minutes inside the hood before it was going to be removed. Despite the warning, i was soon struggling and moving the panties aside enough, managed to beg for release before the hood was removed.
Although the hood was removed, it was clear that i had, if not actually spat out the panties, managed to eject enough to speak, and thus disobeyed Mistress’s instruction. The immediate effect was to receive a slap across both sides of my face. To my horror, the panties were forced back into my mouth before a ball gag was then forced on top and secured in place.
As if that were not enough, Mistress then said that for such an act of disobedience, the two minute hooding was to be repeated not once, but twice, and that an additional twenty strokes would be added to my final punishment. Now totally unable to do anything at all to prevent it, the hood was pulled back over my head. By the end of the first two minute confinement, i all but passed out. And with only a few seconds to take a breath, the hood was on again. This time i must actually have passed out because i remember coming to with the hood off, and the gag and panties removed.
What i saw as i came around was Mistress Helen stood in front of me holding her strap-on harness fitted with a large purple dildo. As i looked on in horror, She proceed to remove Her skirt, and put on the harness. Once it was on, She stood with it inches in front of my face, and removed my gag.
As i knelt there helpless and suffering from cramp in my legs and arms, i was made to repeat over and over, progressively louder and louder that “i am a worthless slut who wants to suck my Mistresses cock and to be fucked like the slut i was until She was done with me” Despite my humiliation, i had no choice but to do as i was told. She then produced a condom and placed it over the head of her ‘cock’ ordering me to roll it down using just my mouth. As soon as this was done, i was further made to beg to be allowed to suck Her cock before being subjected to having it thrust over and over into my mouth, causing me to gag on several occasions until there was a time when it was possible for me to take it all in my mouth without gagging.
Even then, worse was to come. After being released from my position secured to the pole, the mac was removed and i was ordered back over the whipping bench and secured as before. Again, my sissy panties were lowered and my sissy pussy exposed. Standing in front of me once again, Mistress Helen informed me that it was time that She finally got to peg me and to use me like the slut i had become. Thrusting Her cock once more into my mouth – informing me to make it good and wet before it was to be rammed up my sissy pussy – i was instructed on how to beg to have Her fuck me long and hard. The humiliation of being made to suck Her cock, followed by having to beg Her to violate my arse for the first time was more than i could ever have imagined.
What i had not bargained for was how much it was going to hurt, and how much more humiliating it was to get as i was made to repeat that i was now Her bitch and that i deserved to have my sissy pussy fucked whenever She wanted.
Finally, the ordeal was over, and i was left strapped down whilst the verbal humiliation continued. I was then made to watch as Mistress Helen stood in front of me to remove Her strap-on, informing me that I was going to receive many more such pegging’s, not just from Her but from Lady Jane in the future as well.
And then, to add insult to injury, Mistress Helen proceeded to again collect the soiled panties and ball gag and fit them to me once more. i then watched as She also selected a vicious looking single tail whip from the rack on the wall, and informed me that i was to receive 12 strokes for failing to thank Her for my pegging. The first 6 were to be administered as i was, but for the second 6, as well as the gag, i was going to be hooded with the red PVC hood as well.
If the strap and cane had seemed bad, the whip took my pain to a whole new level. The first stroke caused me to gasp. By the third i was yelling uselessly into the gag for mercy, and by the sixth, i was crying.
During the brief lull whilst She picked up the red PVC hood, i was just about able through my tears to see the smile on Mistress Helen’s face as She pulled on the hood, informing me that She just loved to see a slave reduced to tears, as well as being able to watch the look of fear in their eyes. She also went on to add that far from deterring her from continuing the punishment, it just made Her want to carry on even more. And that was exactly what She did, flaying my already sore and stripped arse with the final six strokes, before removing the hood.
Leaving me gagged and bound, She informed me that She was going to leave me there for a while to recover some composure before moving on with my “training”.
As i lay there, the pain gradually subsiding, and with the tears drying on my face, the reality of my situation started to become clear: the session had seen me humiliated, pegged, and punished, and exactly what still lay ahead of me was unknown. All i did know was that i was still due for more punishment, and whatever my “training” involved.
After a few more minutes, during which time all manner of thoughts ran around my mind, Mistress Helen returned and proceeded to release me from the whipping bench and instructed me to pull up my sissy panties and kneel once more. As i did so, i noticed that Mistress Helen was sat once more in her chair, and had changed to now wear a pair of black PVC trousers and knee length shiny black high heeled boots. Ordered to move closer, She removed the gag and the panties, and made me thank Her for taking my sissy anal cherry, and giving me some of the punishment i so richly deserved.
Instructing me to get down and worship Her boots, i listened in horror as Mistress Helen proceeded to tell me how She and Lady Jane had exchanged emails over a period of a month or so, and how between them they had gradually devised a plan of how to further my descent into submission and service to Lady Jane. The outcome of these exchanges was that there was going to be a major change in my lifestyle. A training regime, along with continued PVC aversion was to be put into place, and i was to formally become Lady Jane’s slave, with frequent punishment and humiliation sessions at the hands of Mistress Helen. Being taken by a strap-on was to become a regular part of my lifestyle, and so too was my becoming a toilet slave. This last comment caused me to look up, ceasing my boot worship.
Apart from further slaps to my face for stopping, Mistress Helen laughed as She made it clear that as a sissy slut slave, i ought to be honoured that my Wife was willing to grant me the privilege of drinking Her golden champagne. Somehow, it did not strike me as being that much of an honour, as my previous experimentation with watersports was far from enjoyable.
Mistress Helen then told me that as a special treat, i was going to receive some training today and She was going to allow me to receive Her golden nectar.
After continuing my boot worship for a further five minutes, i was ordered to lay out the purple PVC mac on the floor in front of the whipping bench, and to lie down on it on my back and with my head by the bench.
Once i had done as instructed, my ankles where cuffed together and tied to the post by a length of rope, and my wrists were cuffed above my head to the legs of the whipping bench. It dawned on me very quickly that there was no way i was going to move anywhere.
Satisfied that i was where She wanted me, Mistress Helen calmly informed me that since She had promised me a drink earlier, i would soon be allowed to drink Her pee, but that first it was time for some more PVC aversion therapy. She explained that since i enjoyed being face-sat, i was to have my wish; only that for now it was going to be underneath Her PVC clad bottom, and was going to be a brutal affair with no chance to breathe. Before then though, She informed me that a little bottom worship was in order, and as She lowered Herself slowly over my face, ordered me to kiss Her beautiful PVC Clad bum as if my very life depended upon it – after all, She said, it very well just might shortly!
Keeping me at this task – one that it was fair to say i actually enjoyed, She sat Her full weight down onto my face and i was at once deprived of air. For a full minute She sat there motionless by which time i was trying (in vain) to escape. Easing Herself up for a few seconds to allow me a brief chance for air, the process was repeated several times. By the time She finally rose, i was once more light headed and close to passing out.
As things gradually came back into focus once more, i saw Mistress Helen standing over me holding the red PVC hood. Pulling this on over my head, but only over my eyes as a blindfold, She told me that it was time for my drink, but that of course, that She needed to remove her trousers, and that as a mere slave i could not be permitted see her pussy, only to accept its offering, hence the blindfold.
As I lay there, i could hear the trousers being removed, and imagined the sight that was denied me. i was also aware of Her presence lowering down once again, and readied myself to receive Her offering. To my surprise, however, She told me that as a special treat, She had decided that before being allowed my drink, She would allow me the chance to have her pussy on my face. i could hardly believe what i was hearing, but felt and even smelt, her pussy brushing my lips, only to be removed at once. Almost at the same time i heard Her laugh as She pulled the hood down fully over my face and resumed Her position with Her pussy over my face, although now covered by the PVC hood. i was greeted by more laughter as She mocked me by stating that i had to be mad if i thought for even a second that there was any chance at all of any direct contact of Her pussy with my mouth, except when the two were to be separated with a layer of PVC in between them. i was then forced to endure the humiliation of having Her grind Herself over my pvc covered mouth as She laughed and mocked me.
Having tired of the game, the hood was again raised to cover just my eyes, and it was time, i was told, for my special drink. To my surprise, i felt a funnel being pushed into my mouth and i was instructed to close my mouth and grip it tight. Whilst telling me that the funnel was to make sure that i did not waste a single drop, She dropped a further bombshell that Lady Jane had told Her that She had ordered a special toilet box for me at home so that my training could continue, and that it was even my Wife’s intention that in time i could be used and even loaned out as a toilet slave, locked into the toilet box for hours for use by anyone who so wished!
i had almost no time to consider the horror of this, as Mistress Helen began to pee into the funnel in my mouth. With no choice but to swallow, i was threatened that every drop had to consumed, and that any that spilt would need to be licked up, and, since Lady Jane had demanded it, would add 20 lashes to my final punishment, and that the punishment could be delivered without the use of a safe word. Mistress also took great delight in adding that Lady Jane had insisted in Her note that should i fail in any way and require that no safe word were allowed, my final punishment should consist of a minimum of 50 lashes with a variety of punishment instruments of Mistress Helen’s choosing, but – since the cane was Mistress’s favourite, 20 of the strokes would require to be with the most painful cane available.
As the flow continued, i did my very best to take it all, but at one point spluttered slightly before finally draining the last drop from the funnel.
With the funnel removed, my wrists and ankles were released, and i was ordered to my knees. After a short delay – which i discovered was to allow Mistress Helen to put on a pair of black PVC hotpants, the hood was removed.
i was made to thank Mistress for the gift of Her golden champagne, and to my horror was then shown several drops which sat on the PVC mac. Mistress Helen made it very clear what that meant, and i was ordered to lick the mac clean and dry.
Once satisfied, i was made to crawl across the dungeon to kneel in the centre below a set of cuffs suspended from the ceiling. I was ordered to again strip naked, and the cuffs were lowered, and one was fastened to each of my wrists and then raised pulling my hands over my head, still in a kneeling position. i was then made to watch in trepidation as Mistress selected 8 different punishment instruments and laid then on the floor in front of me.
Standing in front of me, Mistress Helen calmly informed me that all that remained now was my final punishment. Failure to appreciate my pegging, as well as spilling valuable pee meant that the clause of no safe word and a minimum of 50 strokes was to be part of the sentence. Add to that the 20 lashes for spilling pee, and a further 20 for my initial errors in dress on arrival, it added up to 90 strokes. Since that was not a round number, She added, She was going to make it an even 100.
As She had selected 2 canes, it seemed sensible to give 20 with each of those, which left 60 strokes, Pointing out that She had selected 8 instruments in total, that worked out nicely as 10 strokes with each of the remaining instruments – a cat-of-nine, the leather strap, a riding crop, the single tailed whip, a dressage whip and a wooden paddle. As She mentioned each of these six, it was picked up and i was made to kiss each one in turn. Finally the two canes were offered for me to kiss.
Once this was done, i was instructed to stand, and a metal spreader bar was attached to my ankles, before the cuffs on my wrists were raised up and secured such that i was forced to stand on tip-toes.
As i stood there helpless and dreading what was to come, i watched as Mistress Helen went over to the small table and produced once again the soiled panties, ball gag, and finally a pair of red leather elbow length gloves. Placing the panties and gag on the floor She proceeded to slowly pull on the gloves, telling me that She always liked to wear Her ‘Punishment Gloves’ for a special occasion, and that this was going to be a very special occasion indeed.
Picking up the wooden paddle, i was instructed to beg Her to carry out my punishment. As if that were not humiliating enough, i was made to answer questions as to why i was being punished, if i deserved to be punished, and if i thought that the sentence for my punishment was fair. i was also made to again recite that i was a worthless sissy slut, and that i needed and deserved the training and punishment that She was kind enough to give me.
Once satisfied with my verbal humiliation, She explained once again that Lady Jane had insisted on no safe word. She also stated that the entire sentence would be carried out no matter how much i as going to plead for it to stop and beg for mercy, and that there was no doubt that i would surely be reduced to both in very short order! It was made clear that i would be reduced to tears, would cry and scream, plead for Her to stop and probably even resort to swearing and name calling. With a warning that swearing or name calling would almost certainly earn additional punishment, She added that She would enjoy reducing me to such a state, and would revel in my misery. She did though, state that after the first 60 strokes, and before the final 40 strokes of the cane, i would be gagged with the panties and ball gag, as by that stage, and thereafter my screams would be really loud and now longer necessary.
And then She moved to stand behind and to one side to begin the punishment.
After the first 10 strokes with the paddle i was starting to think that it was not going to be too bad, and then came the dressage whip. The first three were almost bearable, but from then onwards the pain became too much and i did indeed start to cry and beg, The cat was next, and only resulted in more cries and screams. By the time the first 60 strokes had been completed, and as the single tail fell to the floor in front of me, i was a complete wreck, crying uncontrollably and begging for mercy and begging to do anything to have it stop.
The only response from Mistress Helen was a laugh as She proceeded to stuff the now wet panties into my mouth and secure then firmly in place with the ball gag. As an added humiliation, She said that She thought some more PVC aversion therapy might be in order, the red PVC hood was again pulled over my head and over my eyes and nose.
And then the caning started. As expected, it was by far the worst pain so far, and i twisted and turned in vain to try and escape the excruciating blows that rained down on my back, thighs and bottom. i made no attempt to try and count the strokes, trying simply to endure the pain. When the blows stopped, i was relieved, but this was to be short lived. i was aware of Mistress Helen standing in front of me again, tapping my chest with the tip of the cane. Instead of the punishment being complete, She informed me that there were 10 strokes remaining, and as a special ‘treat’ She would make sure that these were delivered with maximum effect. And as a further touch, and since i still needed to be made to associate PVC with fear rather than pleasure, the final ten would also be administered with the PVC hood fully on my head.
As the hood was indeed lowered, the final 10 strokes were delivered with maximum venom before the hood was pulled clear of my head for what was the final time.
i was left there swinging for a couple of minutes as Mistress Helen stood in front of me, slowly removing the gloves with a huge smile on Her face, but saying nothing.
Finally – again without saying a word – She lowered me to the floor and removed all my cuffs and the collar before eventually speaking to order me to lie back down on the purple mac, face down. After a couple of minutes, She started to slowly rub a cooling soothing lotion over my back, bum and thighs. i was then left there to recover for around five minutes.
When Mistress Helen returned, i was given a glass of water, but only after She had spat into it, and told to drink. i was then informed that the session was over, and that i was to get dressed as i had arrived, and that i was free to go, but that the make-up had to remain until i returned back home and Lady Jane had confirmed i had done as i had been told.
Once dressed, i was told to repack the case and make sure that i had everything with me. Finally all packed and ready, i was instructed to kneel and pay final worship to Her boots before being released.
As we arrived back upstairs once more, Mistress Helen gave me a hug, and said that it was very clear that my life was never going to be the same. She reminded me also of what She had said at my very first session “be careful what you wish for”, and added that Lady Jane had asked Her to remind me “that whatever happened today, or in the future, never to forget that it was him that actually begged Me to dominate him and take him as My slave, and that whatever happens from hereon in, he would only have himself to blame”
As a final remark before i left, Mistress Helen told me that Lady Jane had made it very clear, that today was to be the first of many such punishments, and that i had better get used to it!
And so i left, sore, still wearing my sluts make-up (although it was well ruined by this point!) wondering how i was going to manage the drive back home with my back and bottom still on fire!