Where to start? As I sit here holding the front half
of a CB 2000 I feel a strange mix trepidation and excitement. This is
only my
second time in chastity, the previous being 17 hours spanning the
previous two
days at the insistence of my Mistress. The
last time I was unprepared for what chastity would do to me, this time
I know
what’s coming, however it will be difficult all the same, do I
regret my vow of
chastity to Mistress Annabel? At this moment, definitely not…
I haven’t been to city chambers for six months now,
its not like I didn’t want to, work, travel (more work) and a
re-accruing sinus
problem all seem to have worked together to prevent it. But finally
time is
freeing up and I’ve booked an appointment with Mistress Annabel
on the 20th.
Three days before the session I discover maskon.com, a
female mask enthusiasts sight, within its galleries I find the pictures
that
represent my true harts desire. I sit up until
Talking through my recent discovery with Mistress I
find that she has recently become very interested in feminization as
rubber
dolls.
For the session I am placed in a simple red open faced
cat suit, stockings, suspenders, inflatab;e tits and a loose fitting
short
rubber top that hangs open at the front. Trish then applies false eye
lashes
and makeup. Looking in the mirror I see myself looking rather like a
drag
queen, not entirely the effect I was hoping for, the whole ensemble is
finished
off with a tarty blond wig.
I’m led into the medical room, its been re-done
since
I was last here, I am strapped into a new upright medical examination
chair
with a barbed wire cage that can be brought down over the head of the
hapless
victim. Miss Trisha positions a mirror in front of me and Mistress
enters,
“Hmm, what’s this a little slut, little sluts need to be
dealt with”. One of my
hands is un-strapped and I’m given a vibrator, “Now play
with your pussy”.
Unbelievably I find myself slipping into character, going at my
“pussy” with
abandon, writhing and groaning. A mask with re-breather bag attached is
clamped
over my face, I smell anaesthetic, I continue writhing with pleasure as
the gas
begins to make the world distant, the mask is removed, but I’m in
the gases
grip and I writhe and struggle. “Hmm, we need a name for our new
rubber doll,
Britne’, yes Britne’ it is”, without realising it I
had just been supplied with
my given name that I must line with.
I come twice during the session which is unusual for
me and I leave strangely satisfied.
After the session my desire to become a true rubber
doll only increases, I decide to order an “Emerald” mask
from ‘Kerrie’ a US
based maker of female masks favoured on the maskon.com sight.
I start thinking about my last session with mistress
and what it would have been like if I was wearing the mask I have
ordered. I
start looking for frilly rubber maids dresses to buy.
I find a wonderful hobble length Victorian parlour
maids out fit sold by Ectomorph, I order
one.
I order a corset designed for a 32 inch waist, 4
inches less than my current waist so that I can start training my waist
down.
I’ve booked a session with Mistress on the 21st,
I have been instructed to bring along my purchases and to arrive at the
session
wearing the corset, no that is scary, going out in public wearing a
corset
under my clothes.
One small problem nothing has arrived yet.
It’s the mask, the thing that has come the longest
distance at it arrives first, all credit to Kerrie, excellent service.
I try the mask on with my Cocoon Spanish style rubber
TV dress, the effect is startling, it is a different person look back
at me. My
fantasies now have a female dolls face.
I email Kerrie to thank here for the good service and
enquire about the full female body suit she can make to order.
I’m in
It’s the corset. I quickly fit the laces an proceed
to
lace myself in. God its hard to breath in this thing. I put on the
female mask
and a black open faced cat suit with feet and gloves attached. The suit
is
sucked in around the wait by the corset underneath, with mask peering
through
the open faced hood it looks absolutely stunning. My penis is rock hard
under
the suit, I need to wank! Unfortunately Mistress has asked me to
abstain for 72
hour prior to our session, god this is going to be a tough last 48
hours.
The maids dress arrives the day before the session.
The first thing I notice is the quality of the construction, but I dare
not put
it on, this close to the session with my balls fit to burst it would be
asking
for wondering hands to have a tug. Hmm, perhaps I should talk to
mistress about
chastity devices.
Heading into
“I see you’re sitting very erect there, I
think all
men should be laced into a corset”, the mistress says as she
walks in, she
examines the lacing, moves the bow to the back and tightens it very
slightly,
“is that OK?”, “Yes Mistress” I reply thankful
that it wasn’t tightened more.
“Ok, what have we got here” Mistress examines
the
items I have purchased, I think we’ll have you in a black cat
suit, the maids
dress and my white apron”. Trish is out on an errand so Mistress
starts to help
me dress, she brings in a black cat suit with an open faced hood, a set
of
suspenders, stockings, gloves, inflatable tits and a white apron. She
helps me
into the cat suit, when its zipped up I turn around and she’s
smiling “Ooh that
really brings your waist in nicely”. Trisha returns, she helps be
don the
stockings and the “Emerald” mask and then the inflatable
tits. Then its the
turn of the dress, she holds open for me and step in feeding in my arms
at the
same time, she draws zip up to the neck. The neck is stiff and high and
very
tight as Trisha closes the snap fastenings. Now the apron, its much
better than
mine, not as frilly, but it has a beautiful pleat at the front and very
wide
bands that wrap around and fasten at the back and wide straps that go
over the
shoulders and cross to go through hoops in the band and are then tied
in a bow.
Then, simple transparent gloves which I push under the white frilled
cuffs of
the dress. “Which wig would you like?”, “Lets go for
brunet”, I reply. She fits
it over my head, stands back nods, says “Well have a look at
yourself in the
mirror then”. I walk to the mirror, I’m stunned, staring
back at me is a
beautiful brunet rubber doll, I am instantly hard. Why oh why
didn’t I bring a
camera with me.
I’m led through to the medical room and strapped
into
the high backed examination chair, the barbed wire head guard is pulled
down so
that I dare not move my head, the mirror is pulled around in front of
me and I
sit staring at one of my fantasies
brought to life.
“Hmm, Miss Britne’ is such dirty young girl,
she needs
to be treated”, Mistress walks over to me and lifts my dress,
vibrator in had
and starts massaging my cock “Your pussy is so big”,
“Yes Mistress”. She lifts
the head guard and undoes the straps. “Get up”, I getup,
she sits in the high
backed chain, “On you knees here sissy”, pointing directly
in front of her, I
kneel, “Worship and adore my feet”, “Yes
Mistress”, I/Britne’ caresses and
kisses her feet, “Mistress, I want to be in your service for
life”, “Yes, I bet
you do”.
“Now get up”, I/Britne’ stand up and
she ushers me
over to the mirror, “Now curtsy for me”, I/Britne’
tries, “You’re pathetic, do
it properly, lift both you apron and dress, place one leg in front of
the
other”. I/Britne tries again, “That’s better, now
keep practicing while I go
and prepare for your treatment”. Britne’ continues to
curtsy, it isn’t ‘I’
anymore, it is Britne’ the rubber doll/sissy maid.
“Stop that, get into this chair”, Mistress is
back and
is directing Britne’ to the examination chair with stirrups,
“Now get in the
chair, stop lift up your dress up”, Britne’ sits in the
chair, Britne’ knows
the drill, legs up in the stirrups, chest strapped, hands handcuffed at
your
sides. Mistress lifts the dress up and to one side exposing
Britne’s very erect
penis/pussy, she moves the mirror so Britne can see herself and leaves
the
room. Again looking back out of the mirror is Britne’ a sultry
brunet rubber
doll, the penis impossibly seems to grow further, shoulders pull back
and
heaving bosom is thrust forward, head alluringly to one side, the penis
grows
more, again thrust bosom and pout, she is teasing someone like a slut.
This
goes on for an undetermined time. Mistress enters the room grinning
“Dirty
young girl, how did she get so big”.
Britney only comes once during the session, at the end
she is led to the bathroom where the mask is removed, I blink at the
suddenly
bright light.
At home later that night I come again explosively at
the thought of what has transpired and then again a few hours later and
the
again in the morning…
I return to the city chambers, this time with a
camera.
The session is similar to the previous but with a small twist, Britne’ is no longer a maid, but a nun,
This is quite addictive, at the end I don’t like
de-masking and discarding the Britne’ persona.
The nun idea
introduced by Mistress during our last session struck a chord with Miss
Britne’
so a full nuns habit was order from
I send some photo’s of what Miss Britne’ has
been up
to Mistress, I think she liked them.
“Any special requests today?”, I know what
I’d like
“May I wear your apron again, over the nuns habit?”,
“Hmm, we’ll see”.
Mistress returns shortly wearing her beautiful long
white pleated apron, “Get up, neal in front of me and worship MY
apron”.
Britne’ does as she’s told, kissing it, breathing in its
smell, caressing it,
pressing her face hard into it making it hard to breath. “Hmm, I
think Britne’
would like to take a vow of chastity”, “Oh, yes please
Mistress”. “Hmm, I’m
going to introduce you to some
lesbian nun friend of mine”, “Oh yes please
Mistress”, “made to fondle and
caress each others big tits and to fuck each other”, “Oh,
yes yes, Mistress,
please”….
“That’s enough, now turn around and get on
all fours.
Good, now get your arse up in the air, I’m going to fuck you up
the arse”,
Britne’ replies “Oh please be gentle Mistress”.
“Shut up and play with you
pussy, I’m going to fuck you until you come”.
Britne’s starts to masturbate,
Mistress inserts her dildo, at first pain and then growing pleasure as
Britne’s
prostate gland is massaged by Mistresses thrusts. Britney shudders as
she comes.
The fantasies I’m getting from yesterdays session
are
incredible, I email Mistress to let here know..
“Hi Annabel,
Got in last night, hit the bed and was out cold almost straight away!
I was quite surprised how much I enjoyed the spanking and the clips on my scrotum, for the later particularly when one of the cock rings touched one of them I think I got a bit of current through my balls, very nice! Also quite addictive, I just feel like I need more current through the balls, penis and arse while being spanked at the same time with an inflatable breath through gag in my mouth (to stop me moaning about it!), of course the pipe from the gag is connected to a re-breather bag with plenty of anaesthetic being supplied. This is followed by you fucking me hard up the arse (still electrified, gagged and gassed). During all this I’m not allowed to masturbate, and when you are finished with me you fit a catheter, chastity device and a but plug, fully dress me as a nun or maid with a serving apron and gag and then make me serve you for as long as you see fit before giving me a suitably strong clinical treatment and perhaps allowing me to release. Of course you might decide I need a night spent in an inflatable rubber body bag before the final clinical treatment… AND of course there’s the lesbian nuns you mentioned, arrrgh! Its just endless.
Now I’ve gone and stirred myself up!
Most
respectfully yours,
Britine’
After
sending the email Britne’ has to go and play with her big
tits…
Mistress isn’t happy that I’ve left it so
long since
the last session particularly given my response to it, still here we
are…
“I want you in the corset, maids dress and just
pussy
pants today”, I’m left to dress.
The maid brings in the pussy pants, and helps me into
the corset and mask, I don the pussy pants and maids dress, as the
dress is
zipped up I realise I have no breasts, I mention this to the maid who
opens a
draw and pulls out two gel breast forms. She positions them just above
the
corset and pull the dress closed, the gels suck against my chest, they
have a
much more realist feel to them, particularly the nipples. I then choose
a red
headed wig with sissy style curls, the maids cap is then fitted…
Britne’ is then led into the medical chamber and
locked into a cage while she is made to wait for Mistress…
While waiting Britne’ presses her gel breasts
against
the bars, enjoying the resulting sucking action they make against her
chest,
she is becoming very aroused.
Mistress moves Britne’ from the cage to the upright
examination chair and massages her penis with a vibrator, “Such
small budding
breasts Miss Britne’, so young she hasn’t had a chance to
grow them yet”. “Hmm,
I think dirty girl wants to be sent home in chastity and forced to come
back in
again to be released on another day”, “Yes Mistress”
(Me: Hey, what was that
?!!).
“Enough, stand
up and wait there”, Mistress leaves the room and re-enters
carrying the
inflatable breasts which are strapped over the top of the maids dress
pressing
firmly against the gels underneath, the feel is quite exquisite.
“Now kneel here”, “Yes Mistress”,
“Now worship my
arse”. Britne caresses and kisses Mistresses bottom, a thing
clearly worthy of
worship.
“Hmm, I think we’re going to cut the session
short and
send you home in chastity, you can come back tomorrow for the second
half, but
first I’m going to fuck you, now get down on all fours”. As
in the last session
Miss Britne’ is butt fucked until she comes violently.
I’m release from Britne’ and undressed,
Mistress wants
me to put on the chastity device. The device is a CB2000 and is made in
two
parts, a base ring that the balls and penis must be passed through and
a front
half into which the penis is inserted, the balls are sandwiched between
the
base ring and the “cod piece”. Three stays hold the cod
peeve in place, one of
which is threaded through the base ring through the back of the cod
piece, it
has a hole through which a padlock can be fitted to hold everything in
place.
Problem is I’m still too erect to get my penis through the base
ring, Mistress
is not happy “You’ll have to take it home with you and fit
it there, as
punishment you will wear the corset home”.
The train is very full on the way home, its probably
pretty obvious that I’ve got something on under my T shirt, so I
wear my jacket
all the way home to hide it, it is very humid and I struggle to breath
in the
corset.
When I get home I immediately try to fit the CB2000,
still can’t get my balls through as I’m still a bit erect
so I email Mistress
for some advice. She replies with the suggestion that I use plenty of
lube and
try placing the balls through the ring before the penis, she points out
that se
will not accept any non compliance on the command to wear the chastity
device.
After eating a try again, following Mistresses advice
I manage to get the base ring on, the cod piece follows but is hard
work as I
have become partially erect, still I manage to slide it into place and
click
the plastic padlock home. God what have I done? My balls are really
being
squeezed hard, I look in the CB2000 back and find an alternative stay
that is
longer, shit, too late now its done.
I need to have a piss, how that work then, I try
standing in front of the toilet as usual but errant urine is spraying
in all
directions, to avoid this I have to sit on the toilet like a woman.
I’ve barely slept a wink all night, the chastity
device is strangle stimulating, my fetish seems to be at the front of
my mind
and I immediately decide to put my corset on. As I lace myself down to
33
inches I notice that my balls seem to be growing, it is because as I
get hard
the back of the cod piece is force harder against my balls, which are
by now
aching away quite happily.
I potter around for a bit, intending to have breakfast
and maybe do some gardening (believe me it really needs doing), but
instead I’m
drawn towards the wardrobe, hanging amongst the various suits and
dresses is my
black Cocoon floor length Spanish Flamenco dress, I decide to wear it,
the nuns
habit, the apron from the maids outfit and a gas mask…
I email Mistress to let her know how proud I am of my
creation.
I remove the gas mask so I can have some breakfast,
egg on toast.
I remove everything including corset so that I can
wash and shower. I’ve been thinking about Mistresses Black and
orange sissy
outfit that I’ve worn in the past and am thinking it would look
amazing on
Britne’ with her wearing the sissy read head wig I had worn
during the last
session, I hope Mistress will let me wear it.
I put the corset back on and lace myself in to
33inches again. Corset, CB2000 and trousers aren’t interacting
well, the corset
causes the trousers to sit much higher than normal which causes them to
pull
against the CB2000 making sitting and bending down and sitting quite
painful.
Walking is becoming increasingly difficult as well, my swollen balls
are
splayed wide by the CB2000 so that if I try to walk normally my legs
keep
squeezing my balls against it, given that they already ache, this is
not very
comfortable.
I head into
Arriving at Euston I need to buy a ticket as my local
station has no office an there have been no conductors on the train, so
I go to
the barrier and am told to use the ticket office just the other side.
“You all
right there mate?” ask one of the staff, “Yeah sure, just
need a ticket”, I
notice a few other odd glances. Surely they can’t see the corset
its under a
loose shirt and a jacket. I get to the front of the line and get my
ticket, as
a walk away I happen to glance downward, “Shit”, the corset
laces are dangling
between my legs, I quickly tuck them in my trousers and head off to
find
somewhere to sit and read to kill half an hour before heading over to
the
Barbican.
Trish ushers me into the bedroom and asks me to start
getting my clothes of straight away, so I strip down to the corset and
CB2000
and wait for Mistress.
Mistress comes in shortly afterwards, “Ooh look at
that”, we discuss what it has been like, Mistress seems happy
with my
discomfort. “What have you brought today?” I show her the
cat suit, “I think
you need to be wearing that today and the nuns outfit today with a bit
gag Miss
Britne’”.
I ask if Mistress could extend today session at all,
“Unfortunately not, but I think that’s an around about way
of asking if you can
spend another night in chastity and to come back tomorrow to be
released, isn’t
it?”. Now, I wasn’t expecting that but the idea was
immediately appealing, “Yes
Mistress”.
“I’ve been fantasizing about how good
Britne’ will
look in your orange and black sissy out fit, would it be possible to
wear it
today?”, “NO. Perhaps in tomorrows session”, an
imperious stare silences any
further protest, “Sorry Mistress”.
Mistress
leaves
and Trish comes in to help me dress. Cat suit over the top of corset,
mask on,
Britne’ arrives! The Nuns dress and habit come next, inside
Britne’ the heat is
starting to make me struggle with panic. I have to turn the bit gag
down as
Britne’s mouth isn’t wide enough to take it without being
completely sealed or
ripped, Mistress isn’t happy. Trish takes a some of photos of
Britne’…
Britne’ is led into the medical room where she is briefly shut in the cage before Mistress arrive, I ask Trish if I can not be left alone to long as the heat is causing panic. Mistress comes through quickly and moves me to the upright examination chair…
Mistress proceeds to examine Britne’s caged penis
and
balls, “Hmm I wonder if I should send Miss Britne’ home
without being
released”, “Please release me mistress”. “Hmm,
I think you need to be spanked”.
Britne’ is led into the bondage room, told to kneel on the
corporal punishment
bench, “Four sets of six on each cheek and you will thank
Mistress after each
set”. Arr, six strikes, “Thank you Mistress”, again
on the other cheek “Thank
you for punishing me Mistress” and so on.
“Get up and follow me, no wait a minute”,
Mistress
picks up a gas mask and straps it over Britne’s face, the lenses
immediate
steam up and I can’t see much of anything. Britne’ is led
back to the medical
room and strapped into the chair again. “I think we’re
going to send you home
without release”, “Please Mistress I beg you to release
me”. “Hmm, Ok let me go
and get a pair of scissors to release the lock”. Mistress returns
and releases
my penis and balls from the CB2000. Mistress starts probing
Britne’s genitals
with various vibrators, “How do you
feel
Britne’?”, “I want you to fuck me mistress, fuck me
up the arse”. “Hmm, lets
try something different but its going to be difficult”. Mistress
tells Britne’
to hook both legs behind the hand hold on the arms, she struggles so
Mistress
forces one leg over, the other leg just won’t go but I hold it in
place, it
hurts. Mistress put lube up my arse and pushes an electrically
conductive but
plug up it, “Arrrgh, it hurts mistress, it hurts”,
“Good, now shut up”. She
pulls the cat suit zip over the but plug to hold it in place, the
current makes
my arse jump, sharp hard pulses, “There you’re being
electrically fucked by
Mistress, now don’t moan this is what you asked for”. The
pain subsides…
Britne’ is told to get out of the chair, clasping
the
but plug as it feels like it is falling out, she is led to chair with
stirrups
and ordered into it, legs up into stirrups, cock rings over penis,
current in
both arse and penis, pain and pleasure. Mistress starts to masturbate
Britne’.
“Are you read y come yet?”, “Not yet”.
“Here then masturbate yourself, I want a
load before you leave”, release comes with a shuddering orgasm.
At the end of the session mistress can’t refit the
CB2000 as I’m still to erect, so I’m sent home with
instructions to fit it that
evening. I ask for dispensation as I’m supposed to be going out
later and
wanted to go to gym Monday morning, Mistress isn’t happy but she
agrees.
Wandering hands are becoming a concern so I decide to
skip the gym and fit the CB2000 as soon as possible….
Damn, I’m out of lube, my balls won’t go
through the
base ring without it, what to use, olive oil? No, brilliant for enemas
but to
much residue as an external lube. Arr, after sun lotion, that will do
it and
its moisturising as well! Christ I need to be quick, I’m starting
to get hard,
this needs to be done while I’m flaccid. There, lotion liberally
spread on my tentacles
and penis, quick, balls squeezed through the base ring followed by my
rapidly
growing member. There, that’s the hard bit done.
I look at the front piece of the chastity device,
trepidation and excitement flowing through me, penis quiet erect now,
the base
ring adding to the feeling, I just want to put it on now, in fact I
must put it
on now, I am compelled by my Mistresses command. Forcing
my penis into the entry, pull back
hard, guide bars and central stay lined up and in, oh, that feels good.
Damn,
haven’t put the spacers on, start again, penis more rigid this
time, stays and
guide bar through holes, arr yes that feels good, the padlock…
Click. I’m
imprisoned. Christ, its only
Ouch! In my rush to fit the chastity device I
didn’t
pull my foreskin back, now it keeps pinching against the outer bars of
the
device. Still, I’m quite relaxed as I write this for my Mistress,
I would like
to don some rubber, but I know from yesterday that the absence of
relief will
mean I won’t get out of it for the rest of the day, so I’m
resisting.
I put on a sleeveless rubber cat suit with feet to
increase my stimulation levels while being very discrete under my
clothes in
case of callers, it has a whole at the front through which I’ve
passed my caged
genitalier allowing me to urinate without removing the suit.
Now back to writing of my first experience at city
chambers.
I’ve just finished writing about my first
experience
at city chambers. Its time for me to don my corset. I intend to wear it
for 3
hours until around 6.30 when eat.
Ok, corset is on, waist is at 33 inches so a 3 inch
reduction, it looks very good in the mirror particularly in contrast
with black
of the cat suit (shame it isn’t one of my full coverage suits),
although it
looks a bit misshapen around the chest, and it appears to have twisted
slightly
during lacing. I’ll correct the alignment in an hour or so when I
tighten
further, I think I’ll try for another ½ to 1 inches.
It is quite difficult to breath, I am no longer able
to fully fill my lungs and the chastity device and the corset tend to
push
towards each other making sitting quite difficult. Strangly I
don’t feel very
sexually stimulated, yet I feel compelled to continue.
My balls have started to ache!
Time to tighten the corset further, hooking the laces
over a door handle while facing a mirror I work my way forwards as I
tighten
them. My waist looks very narrow in the mirror, I feel I can go further
but I
think I’ve reach the limit of this corset, I tie it off and
measure the waist :
Breathing is a little more laboured but quite
manageable.
Look at the time, no wonder I’m hungry! Still
tightly
laced in the corset, although I may need to release soon and I’m
getting some
pain in the lower left side of my back, although stomach in (not that
it has
got far to move), chest out, back side out and shoulders back seems to
relieve
it somewhat. Hmm, now where was it I saw a disciplinary corset that did
exactly
that, hmm Marqui do exactly that for 525 Euros (ouch), made of rubber,
it has
straps over and around the shoulders to pull them back and around the
groin
(can be fitted with a but plug, nice), maybe my next purchase??
My balls are aching, but I haven’t been
particularly
hard. Hmm, I think the cat suit may be squeezing a bit hard on the
trunk of my
cock and balls. Lets pull the cat suit in front of my balls, shit
ripped it,
ache is subsiding though.
I really wish I was wearing a full coverage cat suit
now, maybe at
I’ve decided I (or was it Britne’?) must stay
corseted
until I go to bed and if possible even sleep corseted. Must eat.
Finally cooked food, just went for some soup, I
don’t
think the corset will let me eat anything else. Christ, the wait would
fall of
me if I could persuade myself to be corseted as soon as I get home from
work,
but I think I’m only tolerating it due to being in chastity. Hmm,
a more
concealable chastity device could be worn indefinitely…
The corset
is still laced down to 31 ¾ inches, am now wearing rubber from
head to toe and
am “en Britne’”,
The suit doesn’t pull in fully at the waist and
Britne’ has no tits, a set of those little gel ones we used on
Friday evening would
work wonderfully, but if the suit was hermetically sealed for life at
this
point Britne’ would be happy. That said my balls ache like hell!
Why did Britne’ chose this suit instead of one of
her
dresses? Simple I had worked out how to make myself come. Conductive
butt plug
up the arse, conductive electrode wrapped around the base of the penis,
hook up
to my home made stimulation amplifier that can deliver enough current
to easily
make me come, and very nice I’m sure it would feel as well.
Britne’ put her foot down on this, we may be one,
but
she is chased. So Britne’ had me donned this suit as it has no
through zip, is
tight and affords no access once on and has an outlet that I can still
go to
the toilet through, and it’s a nice suit to wear of course, and
now I’m wearing
it I’m with Britne’ 100% on the choice.
Britne’ thinks we need a more effective form of
chastity to stop whats mention above, something that totally encases my
genitals, includes a heavily inflated butt plug that leaves me
desperate to
expel 24/7. As a result of being butt plugged I would need a deep
colonic
irrigation to be performed two or three times a week to keep my bowels
clear.
Of course I may occasionally deserve to be milked at my
mistress’s whim, for
this purpose the “pouches” that contain my balls and penis
would be made of
conductive rubber and the butt plug replaceable with a conductive one
allowing
for high intensity electrical milking without the device ever being
removed.
God, reading the above again I think I’m sick! I
can’t
help it though just the look of Britne’ prancing around makes my
resistance
melt.
Britne’ is prancing around the house staring at
herself in every mirror. I feel strangely content.
Feeling like this I seriously consider selling up and
becoming a life style fetishist as being a real option in life.
Hmm, I placed my balls fully into the sheath fitted to
the suit as it felt more comfortable, unfortunately I think one of then
may be
migrating back through the base ring, may have to take the suit off to
check I
really don’t want to though as I’m in a good place right
now.
Hmm, tried positioning the base of the sheath behind
the CB’s base ring, had to stop short of fully doing this as the
edges of the
padlock look like they’re going to split through the rubber
sheath. Settled for
placing the base of the sheath behind the balls but in front of the
CB’s base
ring, both balls appear to be present and correct, I’m still in
the suit and
still happy.
I need to go
to bed as Britne’ needs to get up in the morning to finish of her
story for Mistress,
but I don’t want to take the suit off, I am one with it.
I going to try sleeping in it, I may need to remove
the mask though as its hurting my ears, lets see how I get on though.
I haven’t slept all night. I removed the female
mask
at
Early
morning Britne’ is all inside out,
Need to go to the loo, as I stand up I find that my
feet are becoming very full of sweat, a good indication that its time
to
de-robe, wash and bathe. A point that is brought home by nearly
slipping over
on the way back from the toilet, sweat filled latex can be dangerous!
I’m going
to try and enjoy it until
I’m
starting
to get some irritation around my face so I’ve decided to remove
the mask 45
minutes earlier than intended, sorry Britne, Mistress will have you out
again later.
I hope my allergies aren’t about to extend to latex.
Blast, the sheath on the front of the suit has sealed
itself up, I go to the toilet and find piss filling up the suits legs
instead
of exiting from the front of the sheath. Hmm, only 20 minutes to go,
and it is
kind of erotic knowing that I have effectively just pissed myself, good
job its
not a through zipped suit, it would be leaking all over the place now.
The suit
stays on.
I really
don’t want out of the suit, but I have to take it of, the fluid
in the feet and
legs has probably gone toxic by now, besides I can feel that my feet
are
turning into prunes! Come on upstairs into the shower NOW.
God, my
hands are worse than my feet, they’ve gone completely white and
wrinkled enough
to belong to a 100 year old!
Still, am I
glad to be free? No, I still have a locked CB2000 on and have still had
no
relief.
Must get on
with the essay for Mistress.
Just phoned
Mistress to confirm this evenings appointment “Do you mind moving
it?” she asks,
“Sure, when’s good for you?”, “I was thinking
tomorrow as I think you need more
time to suffer”. Oh god just as I was ramping up for the session,
“I’m
expecting a delivery tomorrow”, “That’s Ok,
we’ll move it to
I’m in
real
trouble though, as I put the phone down I realise I’m desperate
for relief,
what state am I going to be in after another 27 hours?!
The thought
of further enforced chastity just compounds the problem with my penis
swelling within
the CB2000. I hope mistress releases me on Tuesday.
Have had a
couple of hours sleep to make up for last night, I feel much better.
I’ve
decided no rubber until
Looking at
the photographs from Fridays session I realised how repulsive my hairy
arse
must be to Mistress as she fucks it. As a result I have shaved the bulk
of the
hair from the lower half of my body, this feels very different and I
wonder
what rubber will feel like as a result. I would like to shave my entire
body
but that would be a little bit obvious.
I’ve
placed
the corset slightly higher on my body today, the central point at the
base of
my ribs, I intend to start to draw the base of my ribs in more,
I’ve laced down
to ~33 inches. Its harder to breath than it was yesterday with the
corset lower
and laced down to 31 ¾ inches.
Food, Ok lets order a pizza.
I
don’t want
to deny Miss Britne’ her full feminine look, but it is a very hot
night. I
decide to don my white cat suit with inflatable tits and wear the
corset over
the top.
Before I
even get the corset on the sweat is dripping from the through zip, I
can see
this isn’t going to be a night for extreme tight lacing, sorry
Britne’. Still
the look isn’t bad,
I decide to put the blue cat suit over the top of this.
Britne’ really needs to sort out some hips in order
to
finish off her look. I was looking at femskin.com today, hmm, silicon
rubber
pussy pants with gel buttocks! The full body suit is very tempting as
well but
its not cheep and wearing it will be like being locked into chastity.
Err how
is that any different to what I’m being subjected to now?
The sweat is running down inside Britne’s face i.e.
on
my face inside the mask, this may be a short session. No, lets try and
push it
to
Britne’ has an idea….
Now to see her tits Britne’ just needs to look
down.
They can almost be push up to her face, nice.
A consequence of rushing around in sweat filled rubber
socks….
Sister
Britne’ makes an appearance, now I ask you, does this nun look
chased to you?
Despite the
heat, as with this time last night, I find myself in a good place that
I don’t
want to leave. Time to go to bed.
I remove
Britne’s mask and lower an re-secure the hood of the white cat
suit, I then
drop the top of the blue cat suit down to my waist (it has no zips) and
work my
arms out of the sleeves while keeping my hands in the gloves. The
inside is
soaked with sweat making this difficult, the corset is soaked and
showing signs
of yellowing. Undoing the bow at the front I gradually work the laces
loose
enough so that I can unhook the eyes. Disaster. Where each rib within
the
corset was against the cat suit and rust coloured stain can be seen,
damn, that
won’t come out. Annoyed I pull the blue cat suit fully back on
and head back
into the bedroom, I put the nuns habit back on so that the only things
I’m
missing are the mask and corset, the tits are still fully inflated.
I deflate
the tits enough so that I can lay on my side comfortably and take a
decongestant, I start to drift off to sleep. Problem, the suits have
moved into
a new phase of intense feeling, I’m writhing with pleasure again,
fuck I want
relief, that’s just not going to happen.
Still fully
awake, this was the time that I had promised myself earlier that I
would remove
the suit if I’m still awake, but there’s no way I’m
going to take it off when
it feels like this. The suit feels like electricity against my newly
shaved
legs and lower body. Groan, this is going to be a long night.
Just
drifting off and the birds decide to start singing. That’s it,
the suits are
coming off as I have got to get some sleep. In the bathroom I start
working my
way out of the blue catsuit, the sweat suddenly evaporating from the
surface of
the white on makes it cold to touch on the inside. Blue suit off I
unzip the
white one to the waist and step into the running shower and finish the
job.
I go back to
bed expecting sleep.
The movement
of the sheets against my shaved lower body is causing shivers to run
through my
body. It may be nice but I just want some sleep.
I’ve
caught
a few minutes of sleep, but I’ve now decided the rest of the body
hair with the
exception of my lower arms and head is coming of.
I go to the
bath room and start shaving the hair off my chest with electric
trimmers. Then
my upper arms. What the hell, in for a penny, I shave the lower arms as
well.
When its done I look in the mirror, wow now that is a new look. It
feels good
as well, not sure why I haven done this before.
There’s
some
patches on my back and arse I can’t get, I’ll ask the
Mistress if she can help
with those later.
I’m
going to
try a bit of E stim as after today, assuming Mistress frees me, it
won’t be the
same without the CB2000 holding things in place. Sorry Mistress I know
you told
me not to, but I promise I won’t bring myself off.
I insert a
butt plug up my arse and place an electrode around the trunk of my
penis and
balls and connect to a basic PES E-stim box. With the frequency at its
highest
and the power on full, it feels, well, nice. Its the kind of
stimulation that
could be applied continuously by a chastity device, keeping you
pleasantly
aroused yet nowhere near orgasm. Hmm, I switch to a heftier power
supply for
the E-stim box. Straight to full power again, a bit more edgy but still
a long
long way short of being able to produce an orgasm.
The problem
with high frequency current is that its addictive, you always want
more. With
myself still connected up and current flowing I fish out the amplifier
box. Ok,
its all hooked up, now don’t forget, no orgasm. With the amps
pre-drive to 50%
I start to wind the PES course power control round to full, then wind
up the
‘Fine’ control for the real juice, I wind it all the way,
fuck its good,
painful but good. I see an inflatable rubber hood in the draw beside
me, I pull
it on and inflate it to enhance the effect. I turn the PES controls to
zero and
go to 60% on the amp, time for something different, set the frequency
to its
lowest setting and wind the PES control to the highest point I can
tolerate,
the pulses are like a shockwave repeatedly striking my anus and groin,
I can’t
go any higher, sweep the frequency control all the way around to
maximum. This generates
waves of pleasure and pain finishing in pleasure, but no sign of
orgasm, I wind
the PES power controls to maximum. I’m shuddering with the
intensity of the
pain and the pleasure, no orgasm and I’m starting to get hot
spots on one of
the electrodes. Power to zero 75% on the amp, I wind the power up, and
up,
Jesus Christ, my whole groin region feels like its being compressed, I
max out
the PES controls again, I think this is the most current I have ever
taken. And
here comes, the tell tale signs of an orgasm forming, an increasing
sense of
pleasure in my testicals, I immediately turn all power controls to zero
and
disconnect the leads from the electrodes and remove the. There’s
some pre-come
dripping from the front of my penis but nothing else, no orgasm, then
it
strikes me, I’ve just made things worse having wound my self up
to point of
orgasm and stopped. Groan.
Time for a
shower and breakfast, can’t wear rubber this morning as I’m
expecting a
delivery. Sigh.
There’s
a
heat in my loins that won’t go away, god I wish the delivery
would hurry up and
arrive so that I can put some rubber on again.
The parcel
I’m waiting for has arrived (unfortunately not fetish related).
I try calling Mistress to confirm the appointment ans ask what she would like me to bring to the session. No answer.
Mistress
returns my call, she asks me to bring my Spanish Flamenco dress an
anything
else sissy like that I have.
Britne’s story is done, so its time to get
ready…