My Hands Free Journal

Found this unexpected picture in my email today. Wondering if this is a complement, a threat, or just a report card.

 

It looks like Mistress intends to keep me in service, as well as having regular light housekeeping duties for Callie and Robert.

 

Today Mistress told me that she wants my hair to grow to my shoulders before she will consider letting me get it trimmed. As usual, this decree is subject to change, based on Mistress' whim. It's been a very long time since I let my hair grow.
Tonight Mistress had me go to the mailbox in the courtyard, dressed in mary janes, skirt, and tee shirt. There was no one out there, and I completed my task without meeting anyone. Mistress told me that I would have to get used to being outside in girl clothes, become used to being seen doing so. I told Mistress that I'm not comfortable being seen by our neighbors in a dress. She said she's willing to compromise on that. A small conccession is better than none.

 

Since my last entry, Mistress has made a few changes. Whenever I'm home I have to wear a skirt. No more alternate days. Boy clothes outside. The exception is when anyone other than "our circle" stops in, then it's boy clothes..."For now", Mistress says. She still cooks meals, but I serve them to her in my skirt, and shirt. I then eat in my room, after she has finished and I have cleared the table. Occasionally she invites me to eat at the dinner table. Afterwards, I then put on my pink apron, to wash the dishes. After I have finished the dishes, I take off the apron. I then massage Mistress' feet and do anything else she's in the mood for, until she tells me to stop. Then it's unstructured time until we start all over again the next day. Whenever Robert, Silver, or Callie come over for dinner I have to wear my full uniform (dress, apron, long gloves, white stockings with bows, headband), heel boots and the "SLUT" choker, and wait on them.
Mistress told me that this coming Saturday, Callie will come over for dinner, and will be bringing a male friend with her. I am expected to "take care of his needs like a good slave." I imagine that means more than "keep his glass full." So now one more person will see me as a sissy sex slave. Wonderful.
For the past two weeks Mistress told me not to shave my pubic hair, no explanation given. Today she had me strip and stand in front of her. She took off my cage and with a marker, drew 2 vertical lines above my penis. She told me I am not allowed to shave between the lines, to eventually form a "landing strip". She told me she will redraw the lines as necessary until my hair makes it obvious where the boundaries are, providing it grows in thick enough and dark enough to do so. It is certainly slow growing. This is just another example of Mistress Lilith amusing herself with me.

 

Mistress couldn't sleep, so she woke me and amused herself by telling me all the things she could do with me if she unlocked my cage. Needless to say, this had the desired effect on me. She had me stand and looked at my cage. She took a photo of it. She was pleased, and told me to post the photo with the following caption: "This is what I can do to my Carly, without touching her, after she's been 37 days in chastity. She drips with such need and desperation. I love it!"
Mistress then put the moisture on her fingers and fed it to me. I love her.

 

There is a bit more detail than usual in the following as the evening seemed to be a turning point in my increasingly unusual, new normal life. I'm hoping that writing about it will help me process what happened.
I found myself getting nervous, anticipating meeting Callie's mystery guest Saturday night while wearing my full maid's uniform. The careful ritual of dressing in the uniform helped a little, physically reminding me of my place. Mistress told me not to wear panties. I was informed that our guests were coming for drinks, not dinner, as I had previously been told. Finally the doorbell rang. I opened the door to Callie and her friend, and without thinking, greeted them with a curtsey as they walked in. I saw Mistress give a slight, pleased smile of approval, which boosted my confidence.
I served them drinks and stood behind Mistress unobtrusively, as I had been instructed. Eventually I was introduced to Mistress' guest, whom I will refer to as Master Paul. He wore a gray suit, and was in his 50's, one of those men who are muscular but could be mistaken for being fat. He gave me a long look and told me to raise my dress, his voice sounding disinterested, as though he was looking under the hood of a used car he wasn't really interested in buying. I obeyed, looking (in my imagination) somewhat like a Follies Bergere girl dancing The Can-Can. He motioned me closer and cupped my balls. I could feel myself stirring in my cage and hoped the pink plastic would hide my reaction. He began squeezing my balls, to the point where I couldn't help but wince. He released me, and casually slapped my cage with enough force to make me gasp. He then ordered me to bend over, pointing at a footstool. He told me to reach behind myself and lift my dress, exposing my bottom. I did as ordered. I saw Callie walk over to Master Paul. She stood next to him. Soon, I felt the familiar sensation of lube being applied to my anus, and the feel of Callie's palm on my cheek. When she was satisfied with her work she slipped her lubed finger in my mouth and went back to her chair. Soon, I felt Master Paul's finger enter me, probing me. He didn't linger, but just when I thought he was finished with me, I felt the pressure of a dildo pressing against my hole. I held in my surprise and concentrated on provìding as easy an entry as possible. I was certain it was larger than any toy Mistress had used on me. He took his time using the dildo, slowly opening me. He had obviously done this before. He settled into a slow rythmn, almost but never quite pulling it out. I found myself trying to be an active participant rather than a passive object in my defilement. I told myself that if I could earn Master Paul's approval, Mistress would be pleased. I could see both Mistress and Callie leaning forward in their chairs, watching the show. When he was finished he removed the condom from the dildo and wrapped the dildo in a handkerchief. He handed the package to Mistress and told me that I should practice with it. It sounded like an order. I automatically said, "Yes Sir." I felt incredibly exposed with my open ass on view for all to see. Master Paul had put a hand on my back, keeping me bent over. I was surprised to feel his strength. He then began to spank me, making good use of his large hands. He continued until I couldn't keep silent. Finally released, Master Paul told me to stand up. I did so, a little shakily, smoothing my skirt over my sore bottom. Mistress handed me a couple of condoms and told me to show her guest every courtesy. I took the condoms, gave a courtsey to them both, and said, "Please come with me, Sir," and led him into my bedroom. He ordered me to get on my knees. Soon his thick, condom encased cock was in my mouth. He said things like, "That's a good girl," "Suck me, you little faggot", and "Lick my balls, sissy". I heard Callie's voice from behind me say, "I told you she's a good cock sucker." Master Paul just grunted in reply. I'm not sure if he knew that she had been in the room the whole time. Soon it was over, and I was rinsing the condom taste out of my mouth. Callie walked out, but I had the feeling that she would stay by the doorway, determined to fully enjoy my degradation. Master Paul then dropped his trousers and took me from behind, pounding me in a passionless manner, as though he was discharging a duty, making a point of showing he was the alpha male and me the bitch. It turns out no effort on his part was required. He whispered in my ear, "I can teach you so much," his breath warm from whiskey. He said it matter of factly, not in a threatening way. I did my best to meet his thrusts, hoping that he would finish, to give some relief to my increasingly sore ass. When he was finished he had me lick his balls. Definitely degrading, definitely his bitch. I escorted Master Paul back to the living room where he resumed his seat. Without being told I refilled all their glasses and took my place behind Mistress. Master Paul and Mistress discussed me as though I wasn't there, with Callie making the occasional remark. Master Paul told Mistress she had done "a good job training the little slut," and would like her to visit him sometime to enjoy his hospitality, and see how he had trained his slave, so they could exchange ideas and experiences. Callie chimed in that his slave was cute and Mistress would like her. I certainly knew this was no indication whether his slave was biologically male or female. I found the idea of his having a slave who was calmly waiting for his return a little unsettling, having felt how strong and casually brutal he can be. The news that there was at least one other master and slave nearby surprised me, but probably shouldn't have. Eventually the evening ended and our guests departed.
After our showers, Mistress had me join her in bed to pleasure her with my mouth, giving her several orgasms. Then she had me tell her everything that was said when Master Paul and I went into my bedroom. When I had done this, I was told to go back to my room and wash my new dildo before going to bed.
Master Paul makes me uneasy. Maybe because Mistress so easily deferred to him, and in her own home. I have the impression that he is a man used to getting his own way, a sort of modern day cossack. I resent him not showing Mistress the proper respect she deserves. I also resent that he had me wanting to please him sexually, after having just met him. That was truly humiliating.

 

Monday, Mistress changed my cage to the small Jailbird because she wanted to compress my clitty. I almost wrote "cock" but Mistress has forbidden me to refer to myself or my genitalia as masculine. She noted that during the exchange of cages I had remained soft as she touched me, and wondered aloud if I would have gotten hard if it was Robert or Silver who had touched me. Or maybe Master Paul. She takes a certain satisfaction in having nudged me away from exclusive heterosexuality to being "at least bi." Later she had me watch a gay porno with her, while she caressed my balls. She said she was resetting my brain to associate homosexuality with erotic pleasure, to reenforce everything we had accomplished, and to help me to further accept myself as the cock loving sissy I really am. Those are pretty much her words. This reminded her to tell me I had to report the events of Saturday evening to Robert. I will do so Tuesday, and hope that Robert isn't angry or disgusted with me.
Mistress has decided that whenever I make an entry in this journal, which Mistress assures me she doesn't read, I should be polite to whoever reads this. So, in humble appreciation for your consideration,
Miss Carly curtseys and exits the journal.

 

I mentioned to Mistress about Locktober ending soon, and was told that currently it ends when the shortest hair on my head touches my shoulders, what she called "Lockstober." Ahh that sense of humor. She said I can cut my hair whenever I want, but that won't alter her length requirement for unlocking and a possible O. To show mercy, she said, my sideburns don't count. This was a nice gesture since yesterday she shaved them off.
I spoke to Robert about the whole Master Paul encounter, and he took it better than I expected, understanding it was arranged by Mistress, and I had no choice about what I did and allowed to be done to me by a relative stranger. He did say that, until he tells me otherwise, i have to wear the Slut collar when in his house, plus do anything else that he considers reasonable. Hard to argue with that. Especially when I get no say in our relationship about anything more important than ...nope, make that no say in our relationship, period.
Attached are some photos, for no particular reason. The last one reminded me of the old joke.

 

Arrgh, a telephone call distracted me during the previous post, and I forgot to show respect. To attone for that:


MissCarly curtseys and exits her journal.

 

Robert came to the house yesterday evening. Mistress said that while I had behaved well, I had later made it clear to Robert that I resented being used by a stranger that way. Having been told this by Robert, Mistress had decided to remind me that as an owned slave it is my duty to serve my Mistress however she pleases, "without question or second guessing or gossip." She said that they had talked it over and agreed to try something a little different with my chastity for a week's punishment. Mistress unlocked me from the Jailbird and set it aside. Robert then took my clitty in one hand, and handed me a combination padlock. He told me to install the shackle through my p.a. hole. The shackle has a narrower curve than my p.a. ring, but was wearable. Mistress then reached over and locked it, setting the 4 combination numbers to zero, to insure I didn't see the combination that would unlock me. It was also considerably heavier, which was no surprise. Unlike a regular padlock, this did not have a notched shackle, so it was safe to slide inside me. Robert said that the only copy of the combination was locked away in the box at his place, and the box also had a combination currently known only to chastikey. The combination to open the box would be provided a week from today. So not only did Robert not have access to the combination to the lock now attached to a tender part of me, neither did Mistress. "Does this make the point that you are owned property, without free will," Mistress asked me. I just said, "Yes Mistress Lilith," head bowed, feeling humbled by her. Mistress said that I obviously needed to be reminded that my service must be without question. She then quoted from the movie Cool Hand Luke, "You're gonna get your mind right." The irony is that I introduced her to that movie. She said that I seemed to have forgotten my place, concentrating too much on feminization. She said that would be her fault. I felt resigned to whatever my owner, and my boyfriend had decided to do with me. For some reason having the padlock attached to my clitty deeply affected me. Maybe it was just knowing that it couldn't come off for a week did it, or maybe feeling the bulk of it. Whatever it was, it is working. On a practical note I realized I will have to wear the right underwear to support the weight of the lock, but loose enough not to drive the lock into my balls. Robert said he would spend the night here.
Wednesday
Robert did spend the night in our room, used me for sex, then had me sleep on the floor. He repeated what Mistress had said earlier, "You're gonna get your mind right."
This morning I was on my way to take a shower when Mistress, wearing a thin nighty handed me a pig-face mask and had me put it on for pictures. Robert came out of our room naked and stood beside Mistress. He put his arm around her waist, looked at me and said that the mask suited me. Mistress agreed. "Piggy slut," she added. She was smiling. Mistress then told Robert to get me hard. He tried but the weight of the padlock defeated him. "Good, no accidental erections with your pathetic clitty literally locked up." I noticed that she was comfortable giving Robert a command, and he obeyed without hesitation. Mistress then told me that I would wear panties, a skirt, the Slut choker and heeled thong slippers while at home for my week of punishment. It is going to be a long week.

 

Mistress has told me to get myself adjusted to the fact that I'll be back in the Jailbird for what will be left of Locktober, all of NOvember, and Denial December. Next year I can look forward to Happy No Year, Forget It February, March Maleness (I don't qualify), Anybody But You April, May Not, etc. Mistress indicated that the Plan will be suspended for any legitimate health reasons, doctor's appts if necessary, or for any use of me Mistress chooses. As with most things, she put a lot of thought into this.
On another unpleasant note, Mistress has set aside next Wednesday for Enema Evening (something new she has come up with) to celebrate the completion of my punishment week. Guests will be invited to observe the performance. Her definition of celebration is somewhat different from mine.
Miss Carly curtseys and exits her journal.

 

We took a walk in the park after dinner, taking advantage of the good weather. We came to a bench and Mistress sat down. Mistress pointed out that the laces on her sneaker had come undone, and before I had a chance to sit down, ordered me to re-tie them. I knelt in front of her and did as I was told. Mistress told me to stay there on my knees, with my hands open and facing up, resting on my thighs. After a few minutes like this Mistress had me stand. We took a slow walk home. Mistress did not mention what happened at the bench. Once home, I removed my clothes and put on my skirt. Mistress had me lay across her lap and raise my skirt, exposing my bottom. Almost immediately she began spanking me with her hand, harder than I thought she would. I had a flashback to Master Paul of the large hands. When she was finished she had me pour her a glass of wine. "You're dismissed for the night, piggy. Go to your room." Yeah, she was making a point by treating me as a slave rather than just a sissy plaything. I had no idea my resentment of Master Paul had hurt her so much. Well, I'm paying for it now.

 

My appologies.

 

Had some exciting news today (Friday). I now legally share Mistress' last name. It seems like a dream. Mistress is happy about it. Not only is it a sign of my devotion to her, but it leaves no doubt that I am subserviant to her in all things, including my family name. It wasn't so long ago that a married woman was treated as property by her husband, and by society. Disgusting! We agreed that my changing my name for her was another way to officially celebrate our matriarchy. There can now be no mistaking that, in our relationship, I am the property. Mistress told me that in spite of my news the combination lock is not coming off my clitty for another five days. I was proud to hear Mistress assert her dominance over me. Perfect timing. We went out to dinner to celebrate. Mistress ordered for both of us. I told my family about my name change. The hardest thing was to explain why do this after so many years married. I told them it will be my anniversary present to her. There were no objections made after I said that. Probably confused them.
MissCarly curtseys and exits her journal.

 

Hooray! After a week with the combination lock fastened to my P.A. hole, Mistress took it off yesterday, putting me back in the small Jailbird. She said that the constant discomfort of the lock was a better punishment for having disagreed with her decisions to Robert (not to gossip), rather than the short correction of a spanking. I have to say it was effective.
Today, Mistress took my measurements for a full belt. This makes me a little nervous, to have a belt specifically sized to me, meaning Mistress is serious about it. It could be another step in my feminization. The only question is how far Mistress intends to take it. The way things are now, it could be a while after manufacturing before it gets shipped and delivered. I can only wait. I have misgivings that one or more of the measurements will be off, necessitating a return for adjustments, becoming a drawn out process. Fingers crossed.
MissCarly curtseys and exits her journal.

 

When I was a kid, I loved the show Get Smart. So now I find the attached photo interesting. Did I have an inkling as to their true relationship?

 

Mistress had me dress in my maid's uniform this Halloween and walk around the neighborhood. She followed behind me, effectively providing no emotional support. I was on my own. There were a few trick or treaters about, but I was the only adult not accompanying a child. I assume that anyone who paid me any attention assumed that I was on the way to a party. Eventually, Mistress had me take a bus to her sister's house to clean her toilet, reminding me that I was wearing a uniform and not a costume.. I got a few amused looks from people, but nothing more. I wanted to make myself invisible. Once at her place, Callie had me get right to cleaning. Once that was done, she pegged me and sent me home. It seemed an extra long journey, my ass moist from the lube I was not permitted to clean. I was very self concious, almost certain that everyone who looked at me could tell that I had let myself be used in more than one way, that I was some kind of slut. When I told Mistress this, her response was, "Well aren't you?" Mistress then told me to undress and give her her treat.
MissCarly curtsies and exits her journal.

 

Mistress dangled the key to my cage in front of me and told me I've been locked for 75 days straight. "Not exactly straight" she said with a giggle. She then had me strip and lay on the bed. She tied me there, and then blindfolded me. She told me that we were going to play a game. I would feel hands on me, followed by a kiss. I would have to say if it was her touching me, or someone else. I would be punished if I guessed incorrectly. So we played her game. I made my guesses, and was invariably told that I had guessed wrong. I began to think it was a rigged game. Finally the game was over. My position was then adjusted with a pillow under my bottom. Soon, I felt lube followed by a dildo pressing against my anus. I could barely move as unseen hands assaulted me. Was it more than one person? I couldn't tell. Finally it was over, and I heard footsteps exit the room. A short while later, Mistress removed my blindfold. With a slow deliberation, Mistress removed the toy from inside me. Mistress then untied me, but has yet to tell me who else was in the room, who else took advantage of me.

 

Thursday
Mistress swapped out my Jailbird cage for the Cherrykeeper Micro, this morning, in anticipation of my accompanying her to Master Paul's home over the weekend. She said she wants my genitals to be maximumly feminized. This will be the first time Mistress takes me with her to Master Paul's. I will be serving them along with Master Paul's slave, whose name, Mistress told me, is Adrian, or possibly Adrienne. This leaves me, again, guessing as to her gender. Well, that's one mystery that will soon be solved.
MissCarly curtseys and exits her journal.

 

Another long entry. It was an eventful weekend.

We spent the weekend as guests of Master Paul, as planned. To be more accurate, Mistress was his guest, and I was their shared slave. Mistress had me wear a loose baby blue tee shirt, a mid length gray skirt and mary janes. A jeans jacket and a pink baseball cap completed my ensemble. Master Paul has a fairly large home, with a room dedicated to bondage and the disciplining of slaves. After we arrived, Mistress had me lift my skirt to show Master Paul my lack of a visible penis due to wearing the micro cage. He approved and had Adrian (my guess for the correct spelling) take a look. Adrian is in her mid 20's, about 5' 3", slender, wearing a waist corset, and has what I guess to be A cups. She has pale skin, with black hair, worn shoulder length, shaved on one side. She was wearing wire rim glasses. She also wore a full chastity belt, so I wasn"t able to determine whether she has a penis. Her voice gave nothing away as to her gender. I am, by nature, curious and found this frustrating. Master Paul explained that the corset is to sculpt her waist to a perfect hourglass figure, in miniature, and that she wears it for several per day. She had fresh welts on her bottom from a recent beating. Without being told, Adrian asked Mistress if she would like a refreshment, and fetched for Mistress and her Master. She didn't have to ask Mistress what she wanted, due to previous visits. Master Paul told me to wait in the kitchen until I was called. Adrian told me I could have a drink of water, but not to use the good glassware. After being called in by her Master, Adrian told me that Mistress wanted me to strip. She tossed me a pillow and told me to kneel in a corner "where you won't get underfoot" unless called. Once I had undressed, she walked off with my clothes. That afternoon Master Paul had Adrian apply a subdued makeup on me. Shortly after she had finished we were summoned. I was told to get on all fours while she used a dildo on my ass, legs spread for all to see. That entertainment was concluded with Adrian teasing me by licking my micro cage and my clitty lips. She exposed them by spreading the skin of my balls with her thumbs, like parting a curtain, the same way Master Paul had done when I first met him. When she finished, Adrian slapped me hard between my legs. I was caught off guard and saw stars. "That's for leaking," she said. Master Paul laughed and said that Adrian has a lot of spunk. He said he should know, he put it in there.
For the rest of the day, I worked alongside Adrian, cleaning the house and washing her Master's car. Adrian did the indoor chores naked except for her belt and her leather slave collar. Mistress had me do the housework in my maid's uniform and leather slave collar, making quite a contrast. Adrian kept to herself, hardly speaking to me except to correct me when I did something that was below her standards, which was fairly often. She is very fussy about her chores, living to please her Master. I respect that. I don't know why, but I felt myself strangely attracted to her. After dinner Saturday night Mistress took Adrian into her room to peg her, and to, "put that talented tongue of yours to good use". So this wasn't the first time Mistress had availed herself of Master Paul's hospitality. Master Paul took me to his room to provide him similar entertainment. He used me in creative ways, including electric shocks to my body, followed by a vigorous buggering. I reminded myself that I serve Mistress by submitting to his desires. Once we were released from that service, we were given light chores, Adrian doing vacuuming and I was set to polishing Master's shoes. Later that evening we were brought into the Play Room. Adrian held a switch between her teeth, and on hands and knees brought it to Master Paul. He took it from her with a smile and nodded to Mistress. Mistress led me to a pair of chains with wrist cuffs, attached to a pulley system. Soon I was facing a wall, my wrists held above my head, keeping me on my toes. Literally. Adrian knelt behind me and off to one side, getting an unobstructed view of what was to come, an eager spectator. Master Paul told me that all slaves who come into his home are beaten, to remind them that they are here to serve, without question or hesitation. He added that my Mistress requested that I be beaten, and that her sister Callie says "hello". Master Paul teased me with light taps of the switch, followed by stiff strikes. Mistress voiced her approval at my reddening bottom. This was repeated. When Master Paul stopped, Mistress explained to me that she didn't want me to have any permanent marks. By the time he was through, I was breathing heavily, grateful it was over. I was so relieved when my wrists were released, setting my feet flat on the floor. Master Paul had me get on my hands and knees and placed the switch in my mouth, directing me to go across the room to deliver it to Mistress. Once this was done, Master Paul had Adrian stand up, facing the wall. Soon it was a surprised Adrian who was shackled and being beaten by Mistress. He told Adrian that she was being beaten by Mistress Lilith to remind her to obey his guests as she does him, and Mistress could beat her at any time, for any reason, or no reason. Master Paul told Mistress not to worry about marking Adrian, that she looked good in stripes. I was amazed at the relative harshness of her beating, and wondered what she could have done to earn such punishment. I also wondered if the hard blows were Master Paul's idea or Mistress'. I noticed that Mistress applied the switch with a detached air, accurate and hard, but calmly, without emotion. When it was done, and she was freed, Adrian was a bit shakey. I did my best to sooth her.
After a short time Adrian and I were told to use the bathroom and shower together. It was awkward, but Adrian was as efficient and impersonal as a nurse washing a patient. I tried to follow her lead, careful not to hurt her bottom. No fear of my getting an embarrassing erection while locked in the micro. When we came out Master Paul connected our collars with a length of chain securely padlocked and led us back into the Play Room. He had us lay on the floor next to each other, with a scratchy blanket to share. He said he figured he could trust us not to molest each other during the night. He then told us that if either one of us had to use the bathroom during the night, we had to manage as a team. I know that didn't endear me to Adrian because normally she slept on a cot in that room, but the shortness of the chain prevented her from laying on it. At night she was normally free to move about as needed. Fortunately we made it through the night without nature calling. I did, however, hear Mistress making the unmistakable sounds of sex and orgasm from Master Paul's room. I also heard the now unmistakable sound of the switch striking flesh. I couldn't be sure who's flesh was being struck.
Sunday morning held a different kind of surprise. Master Paul insisted that we all attend Mass together. Adrian and I were dressed conservatively, our chastity unsuspected beneath our clothes. I noticed that Adrian's clothes were neither masculine or feminine. I was becoming absurdly obsessed with the mystery of her gender. I was very aware of my sore bottom on the hard wood pew. Whatever my discomfort, Adrian's must have been far greater after the beating Mistress had given her. We were both squirming, trying to get comfortable. I noticed that Master Paul didn't seem very comfortable either. One mystery solved.
Once Mass was over, we went to a diner for breakfast, Adrian sitting next to me in a booth we all shared. I was surprised when she rested her hand on my balls, covering my cage. I must have shown my surprise because both Mistress and Master Paul started laughing. I caught Master Paul nodding to Adrian. She leaned in and kissed me, a long, interesting kiss. I now understood Mistress' remark about Adrian having a "talented tongue." This was followed by another hard slap, barely cushioned by my jeans.
When we had finished breakfast we went back to Master Paul's house. I was told to clear Master's rain gutters. When I finished I took a shower and was told not to dress. Mistress ordered me into the guest bedroom. I was surprised to see Adrian walk in behind Master Paul, wearing a harness with a black, 8" dildo sticking out in front of her. Her petite size made it look even bigger. Mistress and Master Paul watched benevolently as she placed me on my back, widthwise on the bed, a pillow under my bottom, raising me, readying me for her toy. She stretched my arms out and tied my wrists to the headboard and footboard, spread eagle. In a clear voice she said to me, "It's obvious you want me to fuck you. Well this ìs your lucky day." In total control of what was happening, she applied lube to the cock and my anus. Adrian placed herself between my legs and slowly pushed the dildo into me. She took her time, letting her cock stretch me before moving her hips, fucking me. In the micro cage I had no penis to flop around while being fucked, my balls tight to my body. Short of surgery I felt oI was as close to being female as possible. I felt very exposed, making me appreciate once more how vulnerable women must feel during sex.
Adrian finally withdrew the cock and gave me a kiss. I was too sore to enjoy the kiss. Mistress and Master Paul applauded. I had forgotten they were there, and by her expression, so had she. Perhaps playing to the crowd, Adrian moved up, straddling me, and pressed the cock to my lips. I had no choice but to open my mouth for her cock, fresh from being buried in my ass. At Master's command, Adrian climbed off me, untied me, took off the harness and handed it to me. He told me to put it on. With no cock of my own to get in the way, adjusting it was easy. It felt strange to have what felt like an enormous cock between my legs, with no sensation except the base pressing against me. He then told Adrian to get on the bed in the doggy position. He told her it was rude to have put her cock into my mouth after being in my ass, without permission. Master Paul told me I had his permission to to fuck her ass. Mistress spoke up, "Do it, Carly." I said, "Yes Mistress." And so I did, Adrian grunting as I thrust my new cock into her. She soon found her rythmn and met my thrusts with her ass. Master Paul ordered "Harder". Finally he told me to stop. As I pulled out of her, Adrian collapsed face down onto the bed, catching her breath. I was amazed her ass could open enough to accept the dildo. Master Paul told me to put it in her mouth. With reluctance, I obeyed. She took it in her mouth, sucking on it, using her tongue until it was clean. She was obviously keeping herself from gagging. Using the harness drove home the fact that my fucking Adrian was not for my pleasure, but rather as a lesson for her to respect his guest's property. I was just the tool he used, of no more importance than the dildo strapped to me. It was, in fact, an attitude adjustment for her, and unintentionally, for me.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Adrian went back to mostly ignoring me. I was literally on her shit list. Finally, after saying our goodbyes, me with a curtsey, Mistress and I went home. I was again dressed as I was when we arrived, looking somewhat feminine with makeup freshly appliied by Mistress, who hadn't trusted Adrian to do a good job. It had been a very strange weekend.
I had a thought just now, that when I was tied down on my bed last week, it might have been Adrian's hands on me, her lips that kissed me, her hands that fucked me with the dildo. I am almost certain. Almost.