FFC-005 A rollercoaster with pipe curls

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A rollercoaster with pipe curls

It was a lovely Sunday. I had just woken up and thought: lovely day for a walk in the woods. A little stretch in bed and a message to the Mistress to wish her good morning. After a nice shower I got a message back from the Mistress. Of course I wished her good morning back, and then came a question: "You do have CBs, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Adjust one that isn't too roomy, just a little too small. Also see whether you have even smaller ones. And one with a flat cap like that.

If not, sort that out. For now, your task is to put on the one that's just a bit too small before going to sleep, and to attach a photo to your goodnight message, and tomorrow morning, before taking it off, a photo first as well. You know I'm doing this for your own good, and uncomfortable is good. If it hurts a lot or everything changes colour, then get in touch. Have a good day. End of message."

My head is spinning

My head is of course going wild, we only have an appointment in two weeks. She knows I have a CB, it came up in an earlier photo task. Now she asks me to wear the CB for the night. My head is already spinning nicely, soon 24 hours. How will that work with staying clean and with cycling? The Mistress knows me well, so she followed up with a text. Don't worry, just do it and have trust. That brings calm again. Indeed, staying in the here and now. I opened the drawer with toys to look for CBs. I found a few.

Sorted through them, set aside the ones that were too big, and the smaller ones, some even too small, put to one side. I picked out a nice one, not too big and yet uncomfortable. That was the task, tried it on briefly and put it on the bedside table. We'll see about that tonight.

The rest of the day went very smoothly, but my thoughts wandered regularly. Every time I did something I thought: "Yes, with a CB on I won't walk so easily, or I won't be able to bend over easily, or how would that feel?" The clicking of the little lock, how can I muffle that? When I tried to calm my head again, I thought back to the Mistress's remark: "Don't worry, just do it and have trust."

Lots of fiddling

The evening came and, yes, also the time to go to bed. It was still a lot of fiddling to get the CB on properly and take a photo. Goodnight, Mistress. And of course a photo. In response I received: "Goodnight, and tomorrow I expect a report on your night."

That morning, of course, first a good morning message again, and I could immediately tell her how the night had gone. It had felt unfamiliar, by the way, and now and then I had woken up. But I hadn't experienced it as really uncomfortable. Her reaction followed quickly: "Good. The CB can come off now so you can have a nice shower and go to work. This evening when you get home it goes straight back on. Good for getting used to it. On the days you work from home, it goes straight back on after your shower." That went on for a few days and it became something of a standard routine. At least, until the task came: "Switch to a smaller one."

No regrets

In a separate text she sent some encouraging words: "Keep trusting was the task, you won't regret it." A few days later the same thing happened again. By now it was really a small cap, but yes, that little guy kept getting smaller and resigned himself to his fate.

Now the task was adjusted so that I had to wear the CB on office days too. Again my head went wild: is this my future? A cage on all day, every day? Cautiously I asked the Mistress this while sending the goodnight text. Her answer was clear: "Of course not, otherwise I would have put it on you myself and you wouldn't have received the key." Panic in my head. "Oh shit, that could have happened too."

A little later my phone lit up and I read her next message: "No, this coming weekend you have a training day and this is preparation for it." Slightly reassured, I went to sleep with that far too small CB, but I got used to that as well.

Preparing well

Finally it was the weekend. That morning I prepared myself well to go to the Mistress. A long shower, shaving down below and yes, also an enema, you never know. Better to have rinsed 3 times too often than once too little, I don't want to take any risks. In the departure hall I stopped by the supermarket to get a bottle of drink for the journey. It is still quite a long ride by train.

Fully settled in the train, I calmed down. And then the head gets to work: of course I tried to visualise in advance what was going to happen. Then the penny dropped, it was as if I was going to go skydiving. It's not in the training programme, but with a little dick I suddenly had to think of: sissy play! I couldn't see myself, but I felt the colour drain from my face. I'm as green as grass when it comes to this and, honestly, not curious about it either.

The train of course just kept going, it doesn't matter to it. Pulling the emergency brake would be another exaggerated reaction.

Slave training

I had signed up for the slave training precisely to discover what I would and wouldn't like, or rather whether I have no-go things. During the earlier training days I discovered things I hadn't liked much beforehand but in the end found very satisfying. Because I saw it as a tribute to the Mistress, it gave me a great deal of fulfilment. Would that be the case here too, or would I now meet my no-go territory?

It felt like a leap into the deep end. I knew the Mistress and she could certainly come out of nowhere, but surely she wouldn't just do this. Previous training days had followed the schedule neatly, with a small preview of the next one. Even ringing the doorbell felt hesitant this time. But I knew it would be over once I saw the Mistress. I do have trust in her, and she has never betrayed it.

Slave costume

After entering and greeting each other, I was allowed to change into my slave costume. It resembles Adam's, but with wrist and ankle cuffs. The Mistress put my collar on. In my head it went: "Oh good, no dress to put on", but I wisely kept my mouth shut. Talking back to the Mistress is not really my thing. Of course I had brought a little gift for her. She still makes time for me and that absolutely deserves a token of appreciation.

I was allowed to stand up so the Mistress could inspect me, and yes, the CB was allowed off.

Neatly shaved, nice and clean and a lovely little dick. Well done. Sit on the floor. She started stirring a large pot of muck. Yes, just in time. Come onto the treatment table. Normally it's the bondage table, but now there was a paper runner on it, just like at the doctor's. I had to lie face down with my bottom up. Fortunately I also got some explanation: "Dear sub P, you shaved well, but your little star and your buttocks are a bit hairy. I'm going to wax you!"

Chemical stuff

Some chemical stuff was sprayed on my buttocks and wiped off, of course hygiene comes first with the Mistress. So no need to worry about that. I had once seen a YouTube video about waxing men, so I wasn't completely relaxed. Those videos show squealing piglets and that's not me. With a spatula, warm wax was applied to my bum crack. Ouch. Strange feeling.

Waiting until the wax had cooled and then it was pulled off. This too was a very special feeling, not comparable to a whip or paddle. But certainly not pleasant, or then again it was. To understand that feeling better, the rest of my buttocks were waxed too. Well, what I hadn't expected happened: the very little dick woke up a bit and gained some length again.

The waxing was over, everything was cleared away and I thought: "Phew, saved." Take a sip of water, said the Mistress, and laid a new sheet of paper on the table. Now lie on your back. I thought okay, the front is shaved, I'm sure of it. So I lay relaxed, because pulling hairs wouldn't work there. My slightly bigger than before little dick had also been noticed by the Mistress. We'll fix that, she said and picked up an elastic band. She let this little elastic band snap onto the tip five times, and at a rapid pace too.

A long groan

"There, that's solved again," she said confidently. I couldn't keep it in, but because of the pace it was one long groan instead of five shorter ones. I could breathe again, but the relaxed feeling was of course gone. The alcohol came by again to disinfect. "Now you have such a lovely bare bottom and a little dick, perfect for making a little box out of it," said the Mistress. I was completely confused. How, Mistress?

I'm going to bury your teeny-weeny dick in your sack with the help of some surgical staples. I don't know how much it will hurt or how you'll react, so you're getting a silicone gag in. To be safe, I'll tie you down so you don't thrash about too wildly. Bondage to the table was a fact. I couldn't say anything any more, the gag was already in. "And to help distract your thoughts a bit, a little nipple torture, with some nice little clamps." My glans was so startled that it stayed small despite the teasing of the nipples.

Completely distracted

Still, the clamps helped. Especially when they were tightened a bit more. I was completely distracted. I hadn't even seen that another Mistress had come in to assist. Apparently she was the one turning the clamps and playing with them. Only when the staples were in were the nipple clamps removed and the bondage undone. The gag came out too and I was allowed to stand. Both Mistresses now inspected me. And I just stood there, a bit wobbly on my legs.

I was allowed to take a sip of water to recover. My nipples were still quite red. The ladies looked at the result. Indeed, the little dick was gone. Of course photos were taken. I was even allowed to see them. It was intense, but I was so proud of the result. Wow, that I got through this! With good guidance, of course.

Only the preparation

I stood ready and thought: "Well, that's done." My Mistress saw that and said: "This is only the preparation. Put this on!" It was a silicone top with breasts. It fitted tightly around my body and pressed hard against my somewhat sore nipples. Of course this was noticed and my fake tits were immediately played with, which carried through to my sensitive nipples. Now a short sexy little dress appeared that I also had to put on.

"This is the transformation from sub to slut. I know you're not entirely into sissy. Otherwise your beard would come off, lashes would go on and layers of make-up. Oh wait, maybe an idea. I still have a wig with pipe curls." The Mistress became very enthusiastic.

The sweat broke out on me. The silicone tits didn't help with cooling down either. I felt as if I was standing in a subtropical swimming pool. Breathing calmly was the advice and yes, I just had to conform to the situation. I felt my blood pressure drop again. I was allowed to drink something again and have a small snack to regain strength.

Photoshoot!

After this I was allowed to pose for the photoshoot, my face would be blurred so I couldn't be recognised. Secretly I did feel proud that I let all this be done to me and got through it without blocking panic.

The two Mistresses apparently had even more up their sleeves. Now that you're such a nice slut, of course you also have to prove that you are one and not just a pretty picture. That was their comment. A dildo appeared that I had to gnaw on as sexily as possible. Now this wasn't my regular task, so I didn't make much of it. Fortunately I got some extra motivation from a few firm smacks with a paddle on my bare buttocks.

Apparently it was softwood because it broke in two. The gnawing was already going a little better, then I had to take it deeper into my mouth. That didn't go very well with this dildo. "Never mind," said the Mistress, "that will work out later." Question marks in my head of course, but for now just glad that I had air and an empty mouth.

To make it more pleasant for me, the dress, a sort of lingerie thing, was allowed off and the silicone tits could come off too.

Yippee, a strap-on!

Both Mistresses had picked up a strap-on and put it on. I saw it out of the corner of my eye and on the one hand thought "yippee". It seems wonderful to me to be taken anally. On the other hand "oh dear". And indeed it became: "oh dear". I was allowed onto my knees and had to suck the Mistress off. The nasty taste of a condom is not exactly a tasty snack. The Mistress grabbed me by my pipe curls and helped me to suck deeper after all. Then it was time to rotate and the other Mistress came with a somewhat bigger strap-on. This went less easily and I made some evasive movements with my head when she pushed me further onto the dildo.

Smack on my back, huh, what was that? Little motivation, little slut, it sounded. The Mistress had picked up a single tail to motivate me. So that's why I was allowed to take those tits off earlier, went through my head. Those Mistresses know exactly what they want and are of course at least one step ahead of me. My head went blank again and I did obediently what was asked. Despite the fact that it had to be stopped now and then because I started gagging. At every interruption I got another nice welt on my back. After ten welts and quite a long time with that bigger fake cock in my mouth, the ladies thought it was enough. I was allowed to stand, and have a sip of water.

"Recovered? Go and bend over the bock. We're going to see whether such a bare bottom also fucks nicely."

Over the bock

I hung over the bock, a sort of padded trestle, where my legs could be fastened and my wrists too. I felt a trickle in my bum crack, now extra sensitive. The Mistress had put on gloves and started smearing lube in and around my little star. Yes, inside too, I felt one, two and even three fingers disappear into me. Now I felt the staples again too, I found this quite arousing. Apparently the shock of the elastic band had now also worn off a little for that little guy.

"There," said the Mistress, "I think you're more than ready." And yes, then the strap-on came in. Lovely, this feeling, a combination of many things, the Mistress who takes me in the way she asserts her superiority and of course also the pleasure I get to experience anally, the friction happening at the back of my prostate.

Much bigger

Just as I was really starting to enjoy this she stopped and said "change", and yes, the other Mistress took her place. That strap-on was much bigger… Fortunately another trickle of lube came between my bare buttocks. My slave cunt was already open, but some extra lube was welcome. After all, my mouth had already known how big it was.

My Mistress stood in front of me and put on a new condom. I felt the head of the other one against my rosebud and then 2 hands on my shoulders. I was impaled on it, I wanted to shout something but as I opened my mouth I got the other one in my mouth, so that it stayed quiet.

Increased pace

It stayed quiet for a moment, then my Mistress grabbed me by the nipples and started playing with them. "There," she said, "now we're going to spoil you nicely." Slowly there was movement in my backside. Slowly the pace was stepped up and I became more and more carried away. My Mistress kept up with the pace and drove me and my nipples completely crazy too. My little guy, still safe behind the staples, certainly wasn't left untouched.

I felt another trickle of lube and an increase in pace. Apparently there was so much room that she felt free to pull it out and pump it back in. My Mistress put her focus entirely on my nipples and it was inevitable: I came in a way you can't imagine beforehand. Both ladies stopped their activity and untied me.

Shameless

They could laugh at me shamelessly, because I had a wet box. White fluid ran out of my little box. The little work of art made of staples. Of course a nice photo moment while I had mixed feelings. Euphoric about how my climax came, on the other hand ashamed of a leaking box.

Physically I was really at my wits' end, but in my head the euphoria was celebrating. I was allowed to lie down again on the treatment table, of course with the remark that later you'll clean up this mess yourself. I was fine with everything, so happy.

Lying on the table I was allowed to spread my legs a bit wider. I had completely forgotten. I saw the Mistress with a pair of pliers, but I was too tired to react. Expertly she removed the staples from my sack and very sweetly she cleaned everything up and disinfected the whole thing. I don't know whether it hurt or not, I was completely spent.

Rollercoaster

How I love her, went through my head. This afternoon she really let me experience a rollercoaster in which I unnoticed crossed "symbolic" boundaries and not physical ones. Making me feel humiliation and yet taking good care of me. Because yes, you don't break good toys. She could easily say that.

After recovering a bit I started cleaning the used equipment with toy cleaner. Funny to hold it in your hand to clean it when just before it was so intensely busy with you.

Neatly hung everything in its fixed place and now I could concentrate on the floor. First the worst of it with a cloth and afterwards mopping with enough cleaning product.

Collar off and a cuddle

My Mistress gave her approval, took off the collar and gave me a cuddle. I was allowed to get dressed and go to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen there were three plates, three bowls of soup and bread. We can't let you leave exhausted and with an empty stomach.

The three of us had a nice chat afterwards and after an hour, thoroughly restored, I continued on my way home. I will never forget this experience as long as I live. My respect for the Mistress has gained another layer. I never expected that I would let this happen to me. She made me do it and I even enjoyed it.

Specifications: Femdom fantasy contest 2025

Number of words

3.130

Word combination used

4)
supermarket– skydiving – pliers – nipple torture – visualise

Word combination used

5)
swimming pool - pipe curls - grass - bondage - rotate

Entry number

FFC-005

Received on

8 January 2025

Submitted by

slave f

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