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Strap on - the taking of sissy trisha

 

Violently Thu Apr 29 03:24:04 2004
   His cheeks coloured on realisation that She saw through him; this manly exterior -- a persona he donned dutifully and religiously at the start of each day. The way She had recognised him and encapsulated his spirit in a single swift action; he may as well have been walking around in a gimp suit and wearing lipstick!

A pair of Her soiled panties was now branding a hot hole in his business jacket; the command " Wear it slut!" still burning in his right ear.

He shifted uncomfortably not believing that this was actually happening - whilst the Lady in questioned had quietly strolled back to Her seat.

How long had She been watching?
How long had She known? (She couldn't have...)
But there it was... an invitation and a choice.

A voice over the Tannoy announced the arrival of more sardines to squeeze into an already full metal tube. She disappeared from his sights as their fellow commuters scampered to find seats – and in the space of a moment, he found the courage to slip his fingers in his pocket and explore the foreign material with his fingertips.

French silk.
What a pervert he was – he thought to himself, to know the difference; as his fingers traced delicate contours and folds – echos of other acts She no doubt intended for him to deliberate. He was desperately thankful for the Business Times; a tabloid might not have hid his excitement half as well!

At that very moment all he could think about was burying his face in the garment – The drinking in of Her essence…
But what’s this… a note!
He raised his gaze to meet Hers but She had long since gone…


 

Devotedlittleslave Sat May 1 11:55:19 2004
   His fingers trembled as he reached into his pocket. He plucked the note from that delicious pair of panties. The trembling in his hand now seemed to reach down into his whole body. He pulled the note out and looked over his shoulder. His fear and surprise, however, forced his hand, and the note, back in his pocket. As he looked back up, he caught what he believed to be a glimpse of her getting off the train. She had been wearing a long black skirt, tight at the hips and flowing out above her purple leather boots. Her conservative white blouse had been tucked in neatly, and her quite obviously long red hair was pulled back into a bun atop her head. It was the boots, though, that sent his mind into a spin. The rest of her appearance said elegant business woman-dignified professional. He could not tell her age, but her confident air, and his best guess seemed to suggest that she was in her early thirties. He could tell by her beauty and the way she moved through the crowded mess that She was truly a Queen among mortals. It was the purple boots though that stuck. That sublte contradiction. The suggestion of a million different implications and reasons for those boots were what ran through his already harried mind like lightening. What did they suggest about Her? What was She trying to say with them? He took a moment to reorient himself with his surroundings, as he was lost in his own mind for a moment. He realized that he could still catch this dark oasis of radiance if he could just get to the door. The foot traffic in the terminal was thin, and he could still make out her tall frame above most of the other travelers. He moved towards the closest door, and as he maneuvered around a businessman and his briefcase he made just good enough time to slide his shoulder through the closing door and pull it back in as the train started moving. He had lost her in person. As he could still watch that red knot on her head float like a beacon up the stairs he remembered that he still had her panties. A consolation prize of sorts. But then there was her note. He had no choice now. His hand moved almost automatically to remove the note from his pocket, open it and begin reading: "You are slowly becoming Mine" the note read, and he was caught by the shock of her confidence. She was right though, and he knew it. "Before you leave the train station and head to work, all your thoughts will be of me. You will wish to see me. You will beg the fates to hear my voice, and to learn just how high my purple boots run." Those boots-he thought-and just as She had predicted he could think of nothing else. He looked back down to the note "By the end of your day at work today, you will be almost fully mine. Remember I said almost. You will meet me this evening. On the other side of this note I have written all of the details for our rendez vous. Pay close attention slut, for I do not easily tolerate missed details. Sweet daydreams, for now." His hands were visibly shaking as he turned the paper over...

 

clytemnestra Sun May 2 04:56:15 2004
   "The Alternate Chapter 2 - part 1"

Seemingly only moments later, the "sardine-can" pulled into the station which was, conveniently, just three minutes' walk away from his office. he was so deeply immersed in his feverish thoughts that he failed to realise where he was until it was almost too late, and he had to make a quick dash for the train doors which were about to start closing.
As he walked into the Square towards his office, once again he slipped his hand into his jacket-pocket. Now he could touch those panties for a moment or two longer than before, and he revelled in their oh-so-beautiful silky softness, wondering what colour they might be. And That Note.....What had She written to him??
Quickly, he walked up the three flights of stairs towards his office. Very calmly (in the circumstances, he thought), he greeeted those of his colleagues who had already arrived before him. Putting his briefcase on the floor to the side of his desk, he switched on his computer.....but then, in a departure from his usual routine, he walked straight out again - towards the "men's-room" by the back staircase.
Fortunately, no-one else was there at that time of the morning, and he was able to go straight into the larger of the two cubicles. Hnaging his jacket on the hook behind the door, he reached into the pocket and slowly pulled the panties out. As he did so, he could feel his heart begin to race, his breathing begin to quicken. Ahhhh......instinctively, he blushed as he saw that they were a delicate shade of Passion-Pink...and, oh yes, there was a strategically-placed heart emblem. he could feel his cheeks heat up, almost violently.... Quickly, he held those adorable panties up to his face and, as he buried his nose deep within the folds, he could smell Her very personal aroma so clearly. Momentarily, he was so intoxicated but the sheer sudden and overwhelming sensuality of the occasion that he had to raech out with his hand towards the wall, just to steady himself. he could feel himself blushing even more hotly, as he realised that his heart was now pounding furiously and his penis was stiffening rapidly. (to be continued)

 

Violently Sun May 2 14:32:16 2004
   Trains, travel, note – panties, cubicles and boots all seemed to meld in a haze of half remembering. It was only a week past and yet it felt as if he had lived two lifetimes in the space of knowing Her; making the choice to follow where Her note had led him.

Now his ribs ached in the corset that crushed the breath from his tormented lungs; his feet, laced tightly in ballet heels- made him that much more appreciative of the Femme. Each step he took now was like walking on cut glass, yet he’d never known such contentment before – despite his bitter emasculation.

Yes – he concluded in his silent ponderings – She had known all this wordlessly and instinctively; had commanded and controlled and he had followed because not to do so would have been the most un-natural thing!

“Trisha…” Her Brandywine voice rang clear as a bell in the darkness.

“Yes, Mistress” he complied.

“you are still newly born into this world of your pain for My pleasure, but My strength will fortify you for it. you will know that you have felt this way for all your life – have sought this in dreams; having called upon My name whilst you did not yet know it. you take these first steps blind but trust that I will guide you, hold your hand and envelope your universe under a sky that is My will and Dominance. I am your Goddess and from this day forth you will have only worship on your lips. you will honour and serve me in whatever way I choose for you to give of yourself and your body…”

he trembled… each word cutting to his core and he knew She was right!

It had been a week since She had spied him glancing furtively at Her. Her senses had tingled the day they had met though She would never disclose this.
No… She decided.
Certainly not before he was fully trained.
She smiled to herself as She turned down the lights in the hall where he now took residence – strapped tantalisingly spread-eagled and still a blushing virgin!
But Cerise would soon be taking care of that….

 

clytemnestra Sun May 9 03:09:11 2004
   “Strap on - the taking of sissy trisha” – Chapter 4

Although Mistress Cerise had turned down the lights, so that there was now only a hint of light coming into the hall from outside, he knew instinctively that the apparent air of stillness and quiet within the hall was just an illusion. This was a room that was, and would be, witness to much that was worlds away from “stillness and quiet”….already, during the last week, this hall had heard his whimpers and cries of pain on more than a few occasions, and he knew that this would become a constant feature in the weeks, months and, he hoped, years to come. he was coming to understand that his Mistress (and, as always, he thrilled to be able to think of Her in that fashion….for so long had he craved the attentions of a Real Mistress and Goddess, and now, his dreams were at last coming true) not only wanted to feminise him, to turn him into the sissy that She wanted him to be – and that he wanted so much to be – but also that she loved the extreme pleasure that could only be derived from the application of pain, and that this would be very much a part of his life from now on. She was a true sadist, and seemed to be appreciative of his desire to suffer severe pain for Her….that his masochism was a potentially counterpart match to Her sadism. Indeed, his enjoyment/need/craving for pain had been a part of his life for so many years but, never until now, had that need been satisfied in any meaningful manner. he had had a few – very unsatisfactory – encounters with so-called professionals….but, as he had found out on each of those occasions, they had only been interested in getting his money and not at all in providing any real service to him. As a result, he had been becoming more and more frustrated….experimenting in creating his own pain….but that was always so lacking in the necessary mental stimulation. Now….now….his dreams were at last being realised, just as he had been thinking that he would never be given the opportunity in this lifetime to experience the pleasure of serving a Goddess/his Goddess ….. and, in the process, he wanted, therefore, so much to heighten his Mistress’s pleasure to plateaux far beyond normal comprehension….and, if he could do that, then his own pleasure would be so immeasurably increased.

Now, as he listened to the approaching sound of Her boots on the parquet flooring behind him, he tried to shuffle his feet and get a bit of movement in his limbs. With his ankles firmly held by the cuffs on the spreader-bar and his wrists stretched high above his head, he was nearly immobile….trying to keep his balance on these heels, in spite of almost hanging by his wrists….and it was so painful for him to breathe, with the corset deliberately tied so tight, that trying to get air into his lungs was a major effort all of its own …and yet, despite the pain, he still felt so feminine….the heels, the inevitable silk panties, the corset and the application of the make-up….the excitement that he had felt when he had seen himself in the mirror....he could not help but feel as if he were in the process of becoming fulfilled at last….and then, in addition to all that, before She left the hall earlier, She had slipped a metal ring over his testicles and pulled hard on it, this way and that, to ensure that it wouldn’t slip off later.

As She walked around in front of him, he could not help but look at Her. She was so beautiful that he felt as it were a sacrilege even to look at her face…a Goddess’s feet were the only proper part of her to be allowed to look at….instinctively, he closed his eyes, as if in fear of being blinded by the sight of Her. Stopping in front of him, she stood there, hands on hips…..looking him all over from top to bottom, pleased with what She saw. Yes, he was coming on very nicely…..and it helped that he wanted so much to change, that he was learning his new realities more quickly than She had expected. She was pleased to see that he was still capable of blushing so beautifully when She inspected him like this. Smiling smugly to herself, She thought that it wouldn’t be much longer before other parts of trisha would be showing similar signs of ‘blushing’. Walking over to a long table by the wall to the right of trisha and just behind her field of vision, She picked up Her favourite crop. Slowly, she approached trisha and, standing just behind him, She gently trailed the crop over his right hip and down his thigh, tapping it lightly – as if playfully – against the back of his right thigh. Passing on and stopping in front of him again, She smiled evilly at him, as She brought the crop round to trace the contours of his left hip and thigh. Suddenly, She swung her arm back and quickly struck him hard on the back of his thigh, just below the buttock-crease. he was so taken aback by this blow, which had seemingly come out of nowhere, that it seemed to be moments before he realised what had happened…before he felt the pain. As the pain suddenly made itself felt, he seemed to catch his breath momentarily…..blinking rapidly, he felt himself sway and start to lose his balance….catching himself just in time.

“I think these panties are just going to be in the way, trisha my dear” She said, as She casually tore them off him and threw them to one side. “Ah yes….that is definitely so much better!” As if he were no more than a mere animal, She tested again the tightness of his scrotum within the ring, nodding in satisfaction at the tautness and very apparent sensitivity of the skin. Touching the end of the crop to his bound testicles, She looked deep into his eyes – grinning to herself, as She saw the involuntary tremors of fear that had flickered across his face. Walking behind him again, She quickly swung hard and viciously twice – once on his left ass-cheek…then on the right. This time, he couldn’t avoid the whimpers of anguish and pain that escaped his lips….as She heard him whimper, She felt a thrill gently flowing through Her….standing still for a brief moment, She delighted in the sensation….this was what gave Her so much enjoyment and pleasure.

Reaching the table, she put the crop on one side for use later…. “Oh yes,” She thought to Herself, “that look of fear just then….” She grinned to herself, as She thought of Her plans for the rest of the day with trisha. But in what order should she carry out these plans? Running through the various ideas in Her mind, She mentally ticked off how, first, before the day was out, She was going to be inspecting some deliciously pink ass-cheeks and thighs; secondly, after she had hung, first, one weight, and then a heavier one, from his balls, She would be watching him try to wiggle his hips around, so that the weights dragged his cock and balls in one direction and then another…a most perverted dance! Hot wax - with or without ice, and with or without urethral insertions – would certainly be for another day. But, recalling how Her senses had tingled at that first meeting, She was almost impatient to take his virginity first….the playing could wait until later…..but then it could be extended and protracted for the rest of the day. Turning around, She looked at him for more than a minute, revelling in the sight of him hanging there at Her total mercy, as She slowly came to Her decision…..not that She would show him any mercy, of course!

Turning back to the table, She opened a drawer and took out a strap-on ….. lilac-pink in colour and eight inches long, She had kept this one for a very special occasion….Yes, this would be perfect be the ultimate act of claiming trisha as Her property.

In the silence that followed his Mistress walking back to the table, trisha (as he was now totally accustomed to calling himself, as if he had never had or known any other name) again tried to shuffle his feet a small amount, as best as he could within the restrictive confines of the spreader-bar. As he flexed his fingers, he tried to move his head slightly to one side, in case he might be able to see out of the corner of his eye what Mistress Cerise might be doing. Of course, he should have known better, he realised….the table was deliberately situated so that it would be out of sight, even if he did manage to turn his head to any extent….and, virtually immobilised as he was, there was absolutely no chance of discovering what She was going to do until it happened. Without the cover of the panties, he felt a bit of a chill as a slight breeze blew through the hall. As he shivered, he knew that the chill was only part of the cause of his shivering….in spite of his strong, almost extreme, desire to provide pleasure to his Mistress and to accept the pain that he knew She was going to inflict on him, he was still more than a little apprehensive about being in any way a disappointment to Her….that would be such a disaster, to his thinking. What was She doing? he could hear Her opening a drawer and then closing it again.

Seemingly, minutes passed. Then, as if out of nowhere, he felt Her hands resting on his shoulders; running Her hands softly over his chest, She pinched his nipples gently, rolling them between Her thumbs and forefingers. Releasing them, She delicately placed Her sharp nails on either side of his nipples and, before he could guess what She was about to do, squeezed both nipples very sharply between Her nails. The sudden pain, that seemed to pass right across his chest, surprised him so much that, again, he almost lost his balance….indeed, he might have done so, if She hadn’t been holding him close to her as She squeezed his nipples….as he glorified in the feeling of Her closeness to him despite the pain, he felt something hard pressing intently towards the cleft between his ass-cheeks. No sooner had he sensed this, than he heard Her whispering into his right ear:- “Now, My pet….Now is the moment of your taking….Now you become fully Mine.”

As She ran Her hands down the sides of his body towards his hips, again She felt that tingling of Her senses….but so much more strongly this time. Yes, the time was right….

 

suzuya51 Sat May 15 09:27:20 2004
   She smiled an evil smile, as her skin broke out in goose flesh, involuntarily shivering in anticipation of what she was about to do......She could feel trisha's cold flesh shiver as she ran her sharp nails up and down his exposed buttocks, looking with satisfaction at his testicles, blue and swollen, hanging down in supplication.....

he broke out slowly into a cold sweat as she ran her nails on his skin....what was going on....what is happening? To his mounting consternation the hard object he had felt moments before....what was that, then?

She delicately reached for the table and brought out a small jar of gel and sensuously rubbed the immense plastic cock, so strong, so clean, with its large glans, so proud....how useless the average man was, compared to this, She thought. Playfully, she poked him again between his ass cheeks with the now gel covered device....

he started and felt the cold gel on the hard object and knew at once what She was contemplating. With a cold stab of fear he felt like crying out...if there was one thing he couldn't bear it was anything in his rectum...how he hated the feeling as a doctor shoved his hand up there, the pressure, the pain...it was unbearable, afraid that something would rip open......in spite of his desire to please Her, do anything...this was different, this was real. This was like an execution....he was helpless.

She toyed with him playfully poking his cleft cheeks as she continued her silence and let him stew over this. She could see the sweat of fear and it was lovely. Her warm fingers caressed his ass cheeks, savouring the moment....the idle thought crossed her mind that one is only a virgin once. She turned once more to the table and brought out a pair of adjustable nipple clips....and moved to his front, his eyes properly downcast, and grabbing each now-erect nipple, she clipped each one in place as he winced in pain.....she turned the screws tighter and tighter........

he couldn't believe the burning agony of the nipple clips....how he felt it in his nose! Yet, the pain transmitted a tingle of pleasure to his weighted cock as it tried to rise. Visions of Medieval torture involuntarily crossed his mind as the clips dug cruelly into his sensitive nipples...a montage of racks and stake burnings......still.......yet to come....his anus! This was no game. Could he bear it? The whip, the bonds, the humiliation, her beauty, her light, truly a Goddess of his dreams but this?! With real horror, he also felt a perverse acceptance, the acrid sweet taste of sacrifice on Her altar.

She looked with immense satisfaction at his face, screwed up in pain, and relished the whipping she would give him once she was done...............she moved to his rear again, and touching the tip of Her cock as a man would, letting it bounce....she touched him again in his cleft cheeks, bent over and whispered again, her hot breath in his ear...."Now you belong to me alone...." and firmly with both hands, dug Her nails into his buttocks and spread them as She began to inch the glans of her lovely cock slowly into his spread cheeks....noting that he shivered in real horror....even though She had only barely begun to insert the tip of the glans into his rectum and momentarily wondered if it was indeed to large ..........and whispered to him sweetly..........."no, no, no my pet, don't be afraid yet, we still have a long, long way to go.................