My Sissy Fantasy Comes True Pt. 03

****** Foreword ******

This is the next installment of my Sissy Fantasy. Please make sure you read part 1 and 2 before. Trust me, it's worth it.

I had so much fun writing this, and I would love to hear your feedback, in the comments below. Let me know what you'd like to see the helpless slut be made to do next.

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Once again I was left standing tied up, completely immobilised still. My muscles ached so badly, they were going numb. My whole body felt so exhausted, not just physically, but mentally. The salty, bitter taste of my own sissy precum still lingering around my mouth, unable to fully swallow everything, as my tongue was still trapped in a vice outside the ring gag, forcing my jaw open, exposing my mouth and throat. My mind was awash with different emotions, but no more than the feeling of intense exhaustion. Still panting, I tried to calm myself down, but my body simply had more control than my mind.

I presume my master had disappeared again, as ever since he had forced me to swallow my own sissy precum, I had heard no noise from around me. I still couldn't see anything, the blinding lenses placed on my eyes were still stopping any light whatsoever, so I was entirely reliant on sound.

My body was still folded in half, bent over a pommel horse looking bench, my feet locked in 5 inch red heels, spread apart, and chain to the floor. My arms locked in an armbinder, tied to the ceiling, forcing the upper half of my body to bend forward, with a thick metal collar round my neck, chained to the floor, assisting the position also. The harness around my head and neck was also tied to the ceiling, forcing my neck to bend upwards, my face looking up, the ring gag still forcing my mouth open, leaving me a vulnerable mess, allowing anything to be poured, placed or forced down my throat.

Even though my master had managed to collect so much of my precum to force feed me, I was still locked in a flat chastity cage, a metal urethral tube inside me, guiding anything out of my useless sissy clit with ease, straight onto the floor. Even though I had been so physically and mentally abused, I still would've given anything to be allowed to cum. This had been the most exciting and sexual fantasy I had ever done.

Although I longed for release from my bondage, a deep part of me was still excited, and longed to be used further. The sounds of my own heartbeat still raised, pulsing through my body, confirming my desire.

I stood there for what felt like hours more. My body aching with each tiny muscle twinge I could manage, each twitch relaxing a muscle, whilst simultaneously straining even further on a different one.

After a while, I heard some rustling, and footsteps suddenly coming from immediately in front of me. My master had been here the whole time!

"Sorry my little slut, I just had to sit back for a bit and admire you," he remarked. "Your perfect form, dressed in those black tights, flared skirt, and red crop top, just really makes you look amazing. I just love watching you twitch and fight against your restraints."

I tried to speak, but the gag just made moaning noises come from me.

"Now, whilst it's been very fun, pushing you to see how far you can go. I think it's time to move on a bit, don't you?"

I gave a sigh of relief. My body ached so much. But he must've seen me relax a little.

"However, that doesn't mean I'm going to release you slut," he laughed. "Just means we are going to move onto the next stage of your training."

My master unbuckled my head harness, unclipping it from the ceiling, along with my collar from the floor, and my ankles too. The armbinder was still attached and pulled up, so I still couldn't move, but I was able to stretch my legs, being careful not to trip over on the high heels locked around my ankles. Finally, he quickly replaced the ring gag, with original inflatable pump gag, locking it around my neck and head once again, giving it 3 squeezes, presumably to remind me of its capability of removing my ability to breathe, should I make a wrong move

"Now slut, although I have pushed you a little bit, I'm now interested in testing your stamina. So far I have just given you a display of my complete control over you. I control your body, the air you breathe, and with further training, I will control your mind as well."

I felt him clip a short chain from each ankle, followed by another he attached to my collar. He then unclipped the armbinder from the ceiling and pulled on my new leash, forcing me to follow him, being careful not to trip over, whilst still tottering along as fast as the chain locked to my ankles would allow me to.

My master took me to another part of the room, where he let go of the leash and came behind me, grabbing my hips, and half lifting, half pushing me onto another table. He grabbed my feet, and folded my legs in half at the knees, pulling them all the way back, whilst simultaneously taking the end of my armbinder, and clipping the two together, my shoulder being forced backwards, making it mildly uncomfortable, but not quite as bad as my previous position. He then grabbed my head harness once again pulling it back and clipping it my feet as well.

The position I was in wasn't as restricting as I'd first thought it was going to be, and was actually somewhat relaxing. That was until I felt myself being raised up slightly, from the point between my feet and armbinder, bending my body backwards, my head further pulled back as well.

"Good girl," he whispered in my ear. "For a moment there you look quite content with your position, but I didn't want you to get too comfortable."

He walked around the room a bit more, and returned after a minute or two.

"Now, good sissy's must always be ready to take a masters cock whenever it is required. But they should not get any enjoyment out of it. Your job is to serve, and that is how you get your satisfaction. So therefore, I'm going to remove any slight idea of enjoyment from receiving a large cock."

I felt my master lift up my skirt, and squirt cold lube between my butt cheeks, rubbing it slightly around my sissy hole. He removed the plug from my hole. Then I felt a slight push against it, almost like one of my dildos, but not quite enough to enter me yet. He then placed something on each of my cheeks just about 2 inches away from my hole

My master walked around me for a few more minutes, making various snapping and sliding noises, seemingly setting something else up around me

"Now this machine, isn't just any fucking machine, my girl," he said caressing my exposed butt.

"This is a machine of my own invention. It monitors your heart rate and vocal sounds, to dynamically control the settings of the machine. If your heart rate rises as if you were to cum, it will slow down, and if your heart rate drops, it will speed up. After some time, your mind will become a soppy useless mess, edging you endlessly until you simply don't notice your own arousal anymore."

"Oh also, there are two electrodes attached just by your fuck hole. These are placed, allowing the machine to tense the muscles, to keep you alert, and your hole tight for their cock. Whilst I dont want you to get any satisfaction from this eventually, I do want to keep training you to stay alert to serve whomever is fucking you, understand?"

I heard him press a button. Almost immediately the machine began to force the cock into me, beginning slowly, the cock moved into me, getting deeper and deeper. I wasn't sure how big it was, but it was clearly much bigger than any dildo I had enjoyed before. It filled me up fully, I could feel each individual vein. It felt amazing.

Eventually, it began to start exiting me, until I felt the head of the cock leave my hole, just enough to leave, but still enough of the cock inside me to keep my hole open. The machine then repeated the process, over and over again, getting faster and faster, until I didn't notice a difference between in and out movements. My body started to contract, I could feel myself starting to cum!

Closer and Closer! I felt the orgasm building!

YES! OH MY FUCKING GOD YES!

I moaned loudly, almost ready to release my cum.

The machine suddenly slowed right down, almost not moving at all, the build up inside my body started to fade almost immediately. I could hear my heartbeat in my head, pulsing and pulsating.

The machine started to speed up again. But this time, i felt my whole butt tense up, my hole gripping tightly around the cock, The veins feeling even bigger this time. Then my muscles untensed, my hole contracting. But once again the machine tensed me up, grabbing tightly around the cock, making it feel even bigger once again.

On. Off. On. Off. On. Off.

Over and over again my butt tensed, and untensed, cycling every second or so. The cock felt bigger and bigger, and I started to feel aroused once again. Building up inside me.

I tried to compose myself this time. Maybe if I didn't make a noise, the machine wouldn't notice, and I would be able to cum.

The cock thrust in and out of me, each once pushing me closer and closer, I tried my best to hold in any noise. I was almost there! I tense up my body once again, waiting to release!

The machine stopped again.

FUCK! I thought, I was so so fucking horny, the cock inside me twisting my mind, making me feel like such a hot slutty mess.

This cycle continued for hours. Every ten minutes or so, the machine would speed up, and bring me closer to orgasm, and each time my body would betray me, grassing me up to the machine, which promptly laughed at me, and reduced my arousal almost instantly.

Eventually after many many cycles, the times between the machine speeding up and down began to grow, as the turn on of being forced a cock began to reduce, until I was simply bound there, just taking the cock in and out and in and out, not even feeling it anymore, until the electrodes would kick in, and tighten my hole around the cock, reminding me to stay alert, and once again feeling it penetrate deep inside me.

Finally, I passed out. The build up of the machine, and my body simply so exhausted, I could no longer stay awake.

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I woke up, on a cold hard floor. My body almost completely free except the collar, padlocked onto a chain leading somewhere to the ceiling, and my ankles still bound together, attached to a loop on the floor. My caged clit still attached to me, flat, not allowing any arousal at all.

Almost straight away I heard the door to the room open, and my master walk in

"Well well slut, did you have fun yesterday?" He jested rhetorically, sounding stern yet playful, as if this was a game.

Yesterday? Had I really passed out all night.

"Well, as I said before, this is about stamina. Whilst your body might have eventually managed to stop being aroused, I'm looking for consistency from you. That means no arousal at all. You will probably still get excited when I put your back on the machine, so although it make take quite a few days to get there, at some point you will be able to resist easily."

After shocking me with the revelation that I had to suffer the machine all over again, he picked up my metal leash, and led me back to the machine.

Locking me back into a hogtie position, I offered little resistance, accepting my fate. The electrodes placed back onto my butt, and the machine carefully placed behind me, the process began, leaving me a helpless mess once again, destined to be moulded into the mindless slut my master wanted me to be.

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To be continued

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