In the mirror, I don't recognize myself. The difference is enormous now that a professional has coiffed and made me up. No longer a guy and not suddenly a drag queen either, but the somewhat exaggerated makeup and a naturally falling wig have turned me in four hours into a beautiful older lady without any hard male features. After the necessary compliments back and forth and many selfies, the hooded cloak was allowed off and my thin satin pajamas off. Especially airy dressed because I was already starting to slosh under my armpits despite Deoleen's promises that it would stay dry for 72 hours. Hah...marketers apparently don't take into account "ladies" who spend four hours at the hairdresser and makeup. In my longline D-cup bra, pantyhose , gloss pantyhose and 13 cm high heels I now get to admire myself in the mirror. Too bad that in just four hours my so beautifully made up face will disappear behind a gag and blindfold. Another sexy eye mask on so that my older features are still somewhat shielded. The lace fabric does sometimes rub a little along my long false eyelashes but soon I'll have to wear a blindfold for hours anyway, so 'who cares' about slightly irritated eyes. The half-length straight bob wig and makeup look great on me. Still quite an achievement by the make-up artist to create something so beautiful at my age.
The long green faux leather skirt (well, fake leather but it's more comfortable than real leather) is my favorite so I quickly put it on. Thanks to my tight pantyhose with adjustable bellybinders, my too-big belly is now slim enough for the skirt to slip on smoothly. Making up is real art but ran rather late. I get picked up and have to hit the road in 10 minutes. Quickly but carefully into my black blouse, wide black belt over it because it looks so nice as a partition between blouse and skirt. Double pearl necklace around my neck, ankle chains, long black opera gloves. Yes, today is exciting and I am really going all out in style, they are just waiting for this 'lady'. At home I can still leave out some little things but now everything has to be perfect for the stylish, friendly, slightly sadistic dominant (that's what he calls himself) I'm being taken to. Otherwise I have a penalty to deal with right before I even get inside. For he works with a punishment point system over which I have no control, every little thing can lead to more punishment time and more painful punishments.
I am allowed to sit down and the man who comes in to collect me introduces himself. He immediately takes his first task seriously. I must soon be tied and gagged into the car. I give him the sting with my urine and he soaks the handkerchiefs full. I have to lay my head back in the barber's sink and he slowly stuffs two wet handkerchiefs into my mouth. First deftly along my cheeks on both sides inward and finally a thickly knotted handkerchief. With this he deftly pushes my tongue as far down as possible. I can feel that he has done this many times before because it all feels very oppressive to me, but I am barely suffocating. He is wearing blue nitrile gloves because he first had to soak the handkerchiefs in urine and now stuff them into my mouth, which would be a bit dirty without gloves. Nice for me, it was allowed to be my own urine this time. It was. But only for this time and after that it will be my dominant's urine. Kind of a bizarre beginning, to which, by the way, I agreed of course. I sit with my head far back so that no pee runs over my carefully applied makeup. But some urine, really dirty acid, does run down the back of my throat and I try to scrape it up. I'm already panicking slightly. But he explains that he has an eight-inch ball gag in his hand and he pushes it right into my mouth. He pulls the strap fairly tight and one thing is certain, I will not whine as is almost always the case with a ball gag. I fear for a moment that the urine may start running out when I am allowed to straighten my head again, but a tightly ironed dry handkerchief is now placed over the gag ball. Nice that he shows everything to me first. Over that, with bondage tape, my mouth is taped completely shut. Half of my nicely made up face and lips are already disappearing behind the tape and I am not even in the car yet. Although everything was discussed beforehand, I already feel quite helpless and I am not even tied up yet. I have practiced a lot with this assignment at home but it is much more relaxing at home. Fantasizing about it is exciting and not frightening like now. I did find it a bizarre assignment to get mouthfuls of urine in my mouth but in practice you don't notice much of it. Mouth does not get dry nor does it stink with the mouth taped. Drops running down the back of my throat I don't taste and the gag ball keeps me from squeezing my mouthfuls anyway. Just that tongue huh, it keeps pushing against that thick gag. So afraid that the gag will push my throat hole shut I am a bit panicky. I now think that I should have practiced with another tranny first instead of throwing myself into such an adventure without experience. But then again, those travo's and other spermicides on the contact sites are often so ugly and so very not stylish, I don't even dare invite them.
I get padded leather wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, so that's comfortable and I get to wear my favorite trench coat. The real classic one with belt because I am an old lady and go for the original with belt of course. These days they call everything trench coat. So I'm already pretty dressed up and can walk outside. The short stretch of street is private property with lots of high bushes so no one will see me with gag I hope. I do get very excited.
In the back seat is another neat gentleman in a suit. Zozo ... how crowded this car is getting all of a sudden. He kindly introduces himself as my travel companion and says he will keep me company for quite some time. I want to ask how long the trip will take and where we are going but my mouth is taped shut and because of the mouth gags, ball gag and gag tape I only utter choked sounds. He grabs my purse and takes out my iPhone. I have to turn it off but of course facial recognition no longer works. So I turn it off with the code and hand it over. For a moment I feel very helpless. My wrists are now bound in front of my body and fortunately not on my back. I get a Biedermeier pressed into my hands so that the leather cuffs with clasps do not stand out. Beautiful white and pink roses, it looks like a bridal bouquet. Another gift, just like the make-up, the hairdresser, this car ride. My slightly sadistic dominant apparently has my best interests at heart. I have never met him except on the BDSM website Fetlife.com After lots of messages and later emails, I have only seen him in a vague photo. But no expense is spared and I bought a lot of new stuff myself, especially for the appointment. I wonder how many torture and bondage sessions I will have to go through to pay him back. I just hope he takes my age and physical condition into account. My ankles are tied together with a small chain so that I am a little more comfortable. I am quite tall so I am not very comfortable even in this big car. And that long fake leather skirt, tight bra and tight pantyhose are not really loose around my long body either. Then I didn't even put on my under-bust corset, which was a wise decision. That is in the back of the car with many other clothes, bijous and attributes in my travel trunks (present, yes). The car has blinded glass so no one will see me this way I hope. I am given a blindfold with a recess for my nose. I'll never get those off myself. On the inside are some soft cloths and that is more comfortable. Suddenly no more light. I hope he pays a little attention to my make up, especially the eyes was a lot of work with those age puffiness getting rid of. The blindfold is also over my ears but my big ear clips don't bother. I only hear a little less and that gets worse now that I also get earplugs in before he threads the blindfold shut and ties it. I have such a blindfold at home and it's nice and comfortable but because of the earplugs I can only now hear how violently my heart is pounding. I am bursting with nerves.
Here I am, dear diary, in a moving car. Blindfolded, earplugs in and gagged for quite some time. Not too violently tied up but cuffed with locks. And we are not even at the place where I am going to be bound and tortured. Fantasizing about it is really quite different from actually experiencing it. In between, I get more and more excited but the fear also dominates a bit. I must try to think of something else, for I begin to hyperventilate when I assess my situation. I try with all my might to reconstruct how my day has gone so far. I'm one of those old Sissy who still keeps a detailed diary of her BDSM adventures and it's helpful in my mind to recap everything. Now that I can only breathe through my nose, see nothing and hear little, I have to try to kill time by remembering things in order. I succeed badly because my heartbeat is pounding really hard in my ears, nerves dominating everything. After a while I manage to calm down and relax a little. But only now do I feel how much I need to pee! Before we left I went to the hairdresser's for the last time and who knows how long we have been on the road. In a back seat, you're a little crammed in anyway, and such tight pantyhose and little freedom of movement do the rest. How do I make it clear to the guy next to me that I have to go right now? I start murmuring violently from behind my gag and turn to face him, with my bouquet and gauntlets pointing to my crotch hidden under my long skirt. Had we discussed this in the preparations? No, and surely there must be a stop word or signal to make it clear what is with me? It flashes through my mind, panic!
Fortunately, it is clear. I have to turn around and my skirt and pantyhose go down, buttocks up and pee through the hose into the bottle. Quite 'embarrassing' but it relieves and is nothing compared to how embarrassing it's going to be for me yet. And don't forget that I still have to undergo this blindfolded and gagged. By now I'm just about choking on those mouth plugs, no idea how long we've been on the road. I am helped to get everything back in place, the cuffs are reattached and there I am again. Probably entertaining to read dear diary, but hugely unpleasant I can tell you. Now don't think I started this series of tasks unprepared because I have been practicing keeping myself tied and gagged for hours at home with digital time padlocks for a very long time. The request was to be allowed to keep me gagged, blindfolded and tied for at least four hours at a time and then alternately standing, lying down and suspended by my ankles. I really didn't go into that unprepared and practiced a lot, even though not everything could be practiced. But now in practice it all feels a lot more intense. All of a sudden I have enormous shortness of breath and can't get any air through my nose, I get palpitations, gasp for breath and the sweat breaks out on all sides. I see white spots before my eyes even though I am blindfolded and I am afraid I am going to faint, have an uncontrollable panic attack and suffocate.
Since I can't stay gagged like this I quickly turn to the man next to me and start screaming violently behind my gag tape so he realizes something is up. We should have made arrangements about that because safety comes first, right? I still can't see anything so I'm startled when suddenly the tape over my mouth is pulled. Apparently he has realized that I am going to suffocate. Tape comes off, ball gag loosened and the wads out of my mouth. Then I start bleating about how irresponsible this all is. This is immediately followed by two hard slaps in my face, which startle me. 'Shut up, stupid horny bitch, stupid whore' and then I understand that I have to keep quiet. I didn't expect this because from the contacts through Fetlife the dominant was neat, considerate and respectful. Apparently this is different now or his staff is of a completely different level. 'I almost choked' I then say quietly and my mouth may remain free as long as I say nothing at all this ride. He reminds me that at the destination I'm not allowed to say anything for two days and I can only nod yes or no when asked. Yes, that was another one of those absurd conditions I agreed to. And when I am gagged, once "mmm" is yes and twice "mmm" means no. And then just hope it goes well. Again and again my head thunders 'you started this without experience, you have no experience with this kind of thing, you started it too early, this is way too big for you, this is very different from self-bondage, right away two days in a row is too much'. But it is already too late.
Although I can't see anything, I can tell by the engine noise of the car and the bumping that we've been driving more slowly for a while and maybe on a dirt back road or something. Finally we stop and the chain at my ankle cuffs is loosened. I am helped out of the car and step out uncertainly onto a paved path so to speak. The singing of birds, the wind in my hair and the warmth of the spring sun, all kinds of new impressions impose themselves even though everything is still dark. I think the driver and the man in the back seat are embracing me on each side to support me, because my wrists are still cuffed and I have to hold the Biedermeier in my hands. On 13 cm stiletto heels it is easy to walk, I even walk as nicely with them as a mannequin. Matter of practicing well at home. But still blindfolded and after a long ride on the back seat of a car, I am already happy that I can still walk somewhat. Maybe I'll ask the dominant if he'll give me four pairs of pumps as a reward when I leave tomorrow, after torturing and beating me. I am wearing the 13 cm stiletto heel Pleaser Seduce 431 in black if you care to know. I only have two pairs of pumps left because the real stiletto pumps I had for a very long time are now really broken. There wasn't very nice to walk on at my age anyway but of course a lady needs many more classic high heels in her shoe closet.
Dear diary. Arriving at the destination
After a while they stop gently dragging me along. 'Eyes closed and open very quietly because your blindfold is about to come off' someone calls out to me. I don't recognize the voice so it's not the driver or man from the back seat. Blink, blink and ... wow, I am standing in front of a huge and richly decorated hall whose front door is wide open. I am impressed. The lock on my wrist cuffs also comes off and I am allowed to enter, bidder's maid of course. 'Straight through to the room with the door open' the butler tells me. So it was he who shouted that I should not open my eyes right away, thoughtful man indeed. The room with open door is not far to walk and now right away my perfect walk because of course they are watching. There is a big bed in the room, a real four-poster bed. Ohh... I have always wanted to sleep in that so I hope this is my room. With a big luxurious sofa and two big armchairs. The whole style of the house is old and lots of dark wood with white or beige colors. There is also a serene peace, too bad I didn't see it from outside. 'Welcome Anne-Sophie, you may freshen up in the bathroom and there is a bath and shower but remember your makeup' suddenly a low female voice says behind me. I turn around and see a friendly face of a lady (or is it originally a gentleman) in a white coat. There are more like me here Faith but with a different function. Is it a doctor? 'When you are refreshed you may lie down in bed to rest. Your nice skirt and blouse may be taken off as well as your pumps. You may also change but under the covers your longline bra, silicone breasts, pantyhose and pantyhose remain on. You may change ear clips if you wish but ear clips will also remain in. If you get out of bed to pee or otherwise you may use the slippers that are under the bed. When you are called to appear you always wear your high heels. Clear? Yes, very clear I say. 'No talking dear' she says right away, that was the deal remember? Yes sorry I say and so that's twice wrong I realize. 'On the table are your sublist, the extensive bdsm checklist and the agreement. Read those again carefully. I do have to report to the dominant that you spoke twice. That almost always leads to extra punishment for you. Take your time slowly, there is no rush because even though the day is progressing, the evening is very long. The cups with straws contain all kinds of fruit juices. Drinking with a straw will keep your lipstick nice. There are different drinks, preferably don't take water because then you have to pee too often. Soon you will get something to eat and then you will be prepared for your first torture as stated on the agreement. 'The dominant has chosen' she says. 'Before you are called I will touch up your makeup where necessary. The butler walks in with my two travel trunks. Okay diary, that's one suitcase a day. But hey... I'm a lady so I need a lot of stuff. Besides, I don't know if my sentence will be extended because that's what the dominant decides. There was no limit so he can think of anything. The butler leaves and so does the lady in the white coat. The door is locked from the outside and everything becomes silent. Only the beautiful standing watch against the wall ticks monotonously. Then suddenly I have to pee very badly. I run to the bathroom and empty everything. A hanging bidet, what a luxury. Then I suddenly feel how badly my nipples burn, the whole way they were pinched with iron thread. Even though it wasn't super tight it has now become very painful. How do I get that yarn off again? I can't keep it off anymore. In my trunks somewhere is a pair of craft scissors. With these I also cut the yarn after selfbondage but it is so terribly painful to try to cut the yarn on the nipple with such sharp scissors. I finally succeed but I first stuffed two handkerchiefs in my mouth against screaming in pain, I don't want them to hear me. That nasty pain when I touch my burning nipples slightly with the scissors and the tremendous pain when the blood starts flowing again. I do have to cut against my nipples because they have both my nipples buttoned up and secured with a double knot, I can never get them off. What a rotten trick! Whoever did it is probably having fun with this but I almost faint from the pain, what an agony. You must know how that feels dear diary.
After a long recovery and a lot of self-pity I take a warm bath, change into clean new shapewear and do a make-up check. Luckily that still looks good because the gag tape only sticks together and not to my skin and the blindfold was softly lined too. Slowly I regain consciousness and I stretch out in bed. Oh my, I am on the spot. I am suddenly very excited and also very scared.
I took the lists from the table and grab them from the bedside table. The agreement states that I only have to do one assignment this afternoon/evening. It is the first assignment (or shall I say torture) that I had to complete earlier on the list. Two assignments that I dread the most and have never done, but often fantasize about at home. It is being suspended in clothing or shapewear from my ankles. Thereby gagged with mouth taped shut, mouth plugs in, with nipples tied up, large butplug in my butt hole. My buttocks worked at length with different kinds of whips and then clothespins on my glowing buttocks. These are tapped off piece by piece after some time with a riding crop. I think the pain is unbearable and because of the wounds on my buttocks I cannot sit or lie down for a week. Then I still want (yes really, I want to experience it myself once) hanging by my ankles to have a rope tied around my neck and then secured to the wall so that my head and neck are pulled back slightly and I almost suffocate. I almost get a boner reading it and get very excited. Time to grab a clean handkerchief, there are plenty of them here in the closets and I had already put enough of my own in my trunks to satisfy myself and collect semen in. Curtains all closed, juice on the bedside table, snuggle under the comforter and I fall asleep.
Dear diary. Slept for an hour and a half
'Wake up pretty lady'. It's the 'lady' in the white coat. She opens the curtains and tells me I can take my time quietly. No idea how long I slept, there is no clock or alarm clock anywhere here and I wasn't allowed to bring my own. But I slept about an hour and a half I think and I did recover. I already feel like being tied up again, I'm out for a day for a reason. She wants to check my makeup and touch up where needed. 'We will go outside later because the weather is lovely and you will see what a beautiful big garden, with lots of old trees with very thick branches'. Suddenly I understand her intonation. She emphasizes "very thick branches. It suddenly shoots through my mind, they are going to hang me from a tree outside by my ankles. The weather has been nice for weeks and the temperature is ideal for some outdoor activities I think. After some ladies tinkering 'my make up looks super again' she says. She grabs a brush, puts the cuffs back on me and ties my wrists together on my back again. I didn't expect it but she also puts my ankle cuffs back on and snaps them together with a padlock. Gently she says to me "don't be afraid dear, I'm going to brush your hair and the cuffs will have to be put back on later anyway for your upside down. Sensually and lovingly she caresses me and she brushes my wig into a very nice smooth mid-length bobline. This feels so good and I get excited. Still, she remains professional and she keeps her white coat on but does allow me a glimpse of her bra and her self-tightening seam stockings with wide lace trim. She gave me every chance to behold that, too bad my hands were cuffed. That was really delicious, what a treat. She leaves me handcuffed on the bed and goes to gather things. 'Mind your hair, don't move too much honey. Have a nice pee later too darling? She asks smiling slightly. I like her but she is a man I guess. First I take a look at what she is stowing in her rolling suitcase. With those items I am going to be punished upside-down later I fear. She makes no secret of what all goes in the bag, she stacks everything neatly. Oh, I see two professional foot-hanging cuffs with four straps and lined. I should be able to last quite a long time in those. I get very excited, now first I have to pee and cum a little more if that is allowed and she wants to loosen the cuffs. Peeing and ejaculation are allowed but my hands are cuffed on my back again and also my elbows together. My legs are bound tightly together with straps and my pumps with the heels also together. I am surprised at suddenly being tied so tightly. Thus I have to remain seated on a high chair with my arms over the banister. Then she further secures my wrists to the back of the chair and finally she puts thumbcuffs on me. What is going to happen now I wonder because I am not yet gagged.
There is a knock on the door, the butler enters with a cart and it smells of food. 'A light meal before you are punished Anne-Sophie' she says. 'Not too much wamt you may not suffer later, but you will be hungry. 'Hungry', how am I supposed to eat when I am tied so tightly? Now I get it, I'm not allowed to eat on my own, she's going to feed me. And yes, she takes a spoon and makes little bites that I have to eat quietly. This feels really weird, being fed in a helpless state. It is wonderful and humiliating at the same time, and it reinforces my feeling of total helplessness.
Dear Diary. On the way to the dominant.
Once outside I notice the beautiful garden dear diary, the white coat did not exaggerate. It is an oasis of peace with tall rustling trees, birds whistling concerto and the smell of freshly cut grass. We are walking on a paved path so my high heels are not struggling. The white coat notices how beautifully I walk on my high heels. 'Like a mannequin' she says and I feel flattered. Thank you for your compliment I say to 'her' and she caresses my short leather skirt and her hand slides down my satin blouse over my bra. Nounou, what a good bond we have. She suddenly takes off her white coat and stands in her bra and garter belt with those beautiful stockings on her high heels which, by the way, she had on all along. She starts French kissing me in the middle of the path. It startles me because she looked very professional with her white coat and now suddenly she is facing me in her lingerie. She keeps kissing me and whispers in my ear that I can enjoy my freedom for a while longer. I must deliver you tied up dear and I will tie your arms high on your back later. After a while of tonguing and caressing she stops and she grabs her briefcase. She has pulled that behind her until here and now it may be opened. With the padded wrist cuffs I still had on she slowly attaches my hands high on my back. I always call it the Chinese bondage, you often see it in videos. I do feel a bit tight because I am very tight with my hands so high on my back. And in the middle of the path, which is unusual. But fortunately the weather is lovely and I am standing there in the middle of the path, nicely tied up by my dear diary. Luckily she doesn't use rope because it pinches. She grabs a square dish from her rolling suitcase and sets it on the ground. She grabs two handkerchiefs and ties a knot in one. Surely she won't ... yes, she will. Getverderrie, she pisses in the bowl with the handkerchiefs and I know who gets those handkerchiefs stuffed in her mouth. With her hot piss, how gross. It almost makes me want to puke. I flinch when she puts on her blue nitrile gloves. This can't be true! She wrings out the tissues, says 'mouth wide open dear' and without further notice starts stuffing the tissues into my mouth. 'Close your mouth and chew on the prods a little until they are snug' she commands. Dry handkerchief on top and bondage tape over it in long strips around my head. I have to hold up my semi-long hair from the equally carefully brushed wig. 'Because you have to look neat' she says, 'that's my order Anne-Sophie'. 'Just walk with me, are you okay honey?" and there I am walking beside her. After walking like this for a while we see a group of people in the distance. I don't have my glasses on so I don't see very sharply in the distance. 'The dominant is here,' I hear her say. 'Stay here and don't move, understand?' I nod yes and she walks hip-wiggling toward the group. I can still discern a man breaking away from the group and approaching 'her'. They immediately start tongue-kissing each other, I can tell now that they are closer. He gropes her everywhere and they keep kissing. So this is another one from his Sissy collection I think to myself. Why did I ever have the idea that I was the only one? Or would "she" be his real wife? After a while of public kissing and lovemaking, klefkopje comes walking toward me again. The man stays behind and walks back to the little group. What a most cordial greeting I just got to witness, are you married? I wanted to say that to her, but I had better wisely keep my mouth shut. I still don't know how much punishment time I have already incurred. Let me not make it worse than it already is.
She grabs a bit in her rolling case and there is my softly padded blindfold already, with nose opening so getting it off is impossible for me. Everything is dark again, even though the sun is shining so brightly. I hear someone approaching and it turns out to be the dominant. At least that's what the formerly white coat, now lingerie girl tells me. A soft male voice with a slight accent begins to speak kindly to me. 'How beautiful you look Anne-Sophie' and how nice that you are here for the first of your two special tortures you have been dying to undergo. Excitement and fear are coursing through my horny body. He stands really close to me and suddenly touches my bra. I flinch, but he reassures me. 'I like to massage your breasts very lightly Anne-Sophie, don't be afraid'. But the white coat just now has tied up my nipples again with iron thread and they were already extremely sensitive from the long car ride, so he tortures me through his massage. Moving my silicone breasts out and in a bit, he keeps pulling the yarn tight between my nipples and on the back of my back making my nipples burn. I moan in pain and he says softly, "You moan with pleasure I hear. 'Anne-Sophie is such an obedient slave girl, a really nice Sissy for a day' I hear the bitch next to me say. What does Sis's urine taste like he asks? I don't answer, not a peep. You did agree that at this punishment session we are going to hang you by your ankles for a long time while you are gagged and blindfolded, right? And then you also get a rope around your neck while hanging like that, right Anne-Sophie? No doubt it will excite him as I stand here tied up, gagged and blindfolded. In the middle of a path in the huge garden on my way to a tree to hang me by my ankles. So that is his style, I am not allowed to see him and very engagingly, in a carried tone he talks me into the abyss. Asking if I really want it and if I will agree to it. He really sees me as a toy. I murmur once a yes, what else can I do? If I murmur "no" twice, I might get an even harsher punishment from him. Meanwhile, I stagger on my high heels because the tension, the long tightly bound standing on those heels and the fear are getting too much for me.
Day two, sweet diary. Poop in my mouth
I wake up in a semi-dark room. I think it is still early morning and the bed is lovely. Still a little groggy from the sleeping pills I doze off some more. I feel horny and very comfortable, aching everywhere of course after yesterday's beating.
An older 'lady' in maid's outfit enters, opens the curtains and cheerfully calls out 'good morning, did you sleep well?' Just as I want to say yes she hisses 'just nodding dear'.
So, so this is his Sissy probably. Or one of the Sissy's he collects. She may be the same age as me or older because I can tell by her legs wrapped in thick tights that she has varicose veins. So do I, but my sheen tights are less thick and more tasteful. I do see her hopping jauntily around the room in her high heels but by the looks of it she has a bigger shoe size than me. At 43, I already think it's a bit large but "she" is definitely one size and maybe two sizes larger. She must have other qualities that make her adorable to a dominant.
'You are going to the hairdresser and makeup again darling, another day of being beautiful' she says. All that way back again? Can't be true. I get up, look in the mirror and I still look very pretty. Hmm... closer inspection reveals not everything on my face is in new condition after all, I did suffer yesterday with all that beating. But all the way back for another total makeup and haircut? It may cost something. The ride there and back does make a difference. Handcuffed and blindfolded I am transported in the back seat but now without an attendant and no longer gagged.
Now that we have arrived again I wish I had not made my wish list so extreme. I wanted to undergo the most extreme things in two days but writing it down or excitedly fantasizing about it is very different from actually having to undergo it. I wanted to swallow semen, drink urine, and hold poop in my mouth for five minutes. So I have yet to undergo that. Tied nipples wrapped with iron thread and tightened, well that worked. So tight and tightened that I almost faint from the pain, it becomes unbearable. I will describe the second day in detail for you in a separate blog dear diary, otherwise this story will be so long. To be continued, first through to day three.
Day three, dear diary. The noose
I have to take off my bra and silicone breasts from the old maid Sissy. Yes, there she is again! She smiles a little faintly as she deftly knots up my nipples. Just like yesterday, she wraps my nipples with iron thread and she pulls them pretty tight but not so tight that I immediately fall over in pain. Because of yesterday's binding I already have extremely sore nipples with even some blood crusts because the yarn rubbed so hard yesterday that they started bleeding. She tightens the yarn between both my nipples a bit and also the yarn along the back of my back a bit more. I let out some screams because with every minute movement I already feel some pain, my nipples were tied up way too long and too tightly yesterday and now extremely sensitive. She sticks large patches crosswise over my nipples so that any bleeding will be stemmed later. The iron thread is under the patches and can now also keep my silicone full bra inlays from breaking. I'm glad about that because those silicone breasts are pretty expensive. After this lesson in tying up, I can put my bra and silicone breast inlays back on. Annoying that vicious pain I already have when the yarn tightens with every movement. At home I wouldn't dare touch my nipples for two weeks. Nor does the sissy bitch make any effort to help me put them on. 'He who wants to be beautiful must suffer pain and right away a nice counterpart for your sore bottom later sweetie,' she whispers softly near my ear. 'Oh yes, and your screams just now? That was not allowed, Anne-Sophie," she says with a smile. You weren't allowed to say anything, dear. 'I'll report it to our dominant master and I think your torture will have to be extended by another day anyway, pretty little slut'. I moan as I put it on and she says she's going to get some mouth plugs and gag tape so I won't moan too much later in the assignment. My wrists and elbows are now slowly em carefully bound on my back. I get thumbcuffs slipped over my opera gloves and a silicone gag put in. I'm not allowed to talk, of course, so I can't ask how many inches in diameter this ball gag is but it may well be the largest of 10 cm because it has to be stuffed into my mouth. That will be whining if I don't try very hard to swallow my saliva. She snaps a leash on my collar and pulls me behind her down the hallway, up a couple of long stairs and through two long hallways. My god, how huge this house is. I feel elated and very excited as can be seen by my hard clit bulging firmly in my tight pantyhose. I am not wearing a cage because it irritates me and I am missing a testicle so it cannot clench easily. The sissy bitch has also noticed my boner and stops frequently. Then she strokes my tight pantyhose with her ugly wrinkled hands, she massages my crotch and I can see from her face that she enjoys having me so helplessly in her power. The hallway is getting crowded as we meet all sorts of people on their way somewhere and look at me amused. The maid takes ample time to let everyone look at me and she adds what is going to happen to me and what has already been done to me. I haven't seen her at my beatings but that could be because of my blindfold. In any case, she is well informed and likes to tell in detail to those interested what bondage and torture has already been done to me. With all these stops, our walk through this building is going to take a very long time, we are like a regular bus stopping at every stop. And everything hurts me so much in the meantime when the real beating has yet to begin. I am really never doing this again two days in a row, it is not sustainable. By the way, I have stipulated that they do not beat, cut or tie up my genitals because that is not for me. My erogenous zones are very sensitive and I would like everything to still be there when I get home tomorrow. There is also the question of whether I can go home tomorrow because how much more punishment time will I get? Everyone just shouts that they are going to tell the dominant, bunch of clickers. But what exactly is going to happen after all these reports about me is completely unclear to me.
There is a group of about 15 people in the room when I am brought in. They are masked so unrecognizable and they sit very relaxed on armchairs. In the middle is a large stool with four legs and around it is a kind of walking space on the sides and back. To the right of that is a spanking chair.
I also had to put on a thong under my pantyhose this morning from the sissy bitch, who, by the way, is now taking my belt off and leaving the room. I now understand why because the panty panties are carefully removed from me immediately. Thus they leave me standing for a while with my buttocks facing them. One of the guests walks up to me and shows me a flogger, a riding crop, a bulwhip, a karwats, at least that is what he tells me. Now I know what it will be but not yet how much and what pain each percussion weapon will cause me. I am not experienced with spanking because I cannot practice with myself with whips on my buttocks. After his no doubt euphoric explanation of his arsenal of weapons, he shows two more boxes of clothespins. It looks like it's going to be a long and painful session for me with my still sore buttocks in the lead. The guest explains to me what he is going to do, first in order the whips on them and then my pained buttocks filled with clothespins. After a while he will tap them off piece by piece with the riding crop. So it will be a guest performance, I understand, the dominant will not show himself and I will be at the mercy of this guest. For 'my own good' I get mouth plugs in again. He grabs a silver tooled dish and puts some handkerchiefs in it. I see his blue nitrile gloves and know what time it is. I smell it now, too. I have to get down on my knees on the floor and he wrings out the handkerchiefs a little. Then he starts stuffing them into my mouth. It doesn't run down my throat yet because I am sitting upright but it leaks a little from the corners of my mouth. Neatly ironed handkerchiefs soaked in fresh and still warm piss, how disgusting. I feel humiliated and it's probably his urine too. Now my mouth is closed with a dry handkerchief against whining, secured with a tape and then taped completely shut with gag tape. Fortunately, though, the big gag ball is out now because I was getting cramps on my jaws from that huge thing. Surely that is nothing for a "lady" like me. I am allowed to lie down on the spanking chair and am tied up. To my horror I am blindfolded again, something I had not counted on. Now I see nothing at all and feel nothing coming. The nerves are racing through my body and I get very excited again, my dick lies in my panties tight against the spanking chair and feels rock hard. My bra presses tightly against the chair and the pain in my nipples is also long unbearable. The sadistic cock next to me takes his time and tells me that he has the whole day and evening and has set it aside specifically to introduce me extensively to the whips, the noose and his method of torture. He still asks if his urine tastes like me but I give no response. He will not mutilate anything but will take extensive time to torture me. I don't remember giving permission for a dominant other than the main contractor who calls himself classy, friendly, slightly sadistic dominant. But it's too late to say anything about that now anyway. Everything becomes silent around me. The guests no longer make their presence felt and everything is dark and stuffy for me, I wait with pounding heart for the first blow. It doesn't come, it plays with me and this is so terrible. I feel so helpless, anxious and excited. Nothing happens and after many minutes suddenly my buttocks are hit hard, first with the carwash I think. In this way I am soothed by the fact that he keeps taking large pauses, touching my heated and undoubtedly bright red buttocks and he does this every time before starting another round. He starts beating faster and harder and the pain becomes really unbearable after a while. He has been murdering me and now he is murdering me too and I don't know which whips he uses but it is extremely painful. I screech out from under my tape gag, for it borders on assault after some time. And again it occurs to me that we haven't agreed on a stop signal. What assholes here and how stupid of myself. He can go his way and I can do nothing to stop him. After an eternity he finally stops and everything becomes silent. I lie there hopelessly, beaten numb and I can no longer hear anything. The guests in the room are silent as I heard them laughing earlier but no more. Are they still there? After a long time, someone starts to smear a cold gel along and partly into my butt hole. Then someone begins to push a butplug into my butthole. Of metal I think because it is terribly cold. To be continued...
Dear diary, sweet kisses from
Anne-Sophie, Carline, Constance van Aefferden-Ansembourg
Just call me Anne-Sophie