The Ad is in Transgendered Authoritarian, It is not noted Chapter 1, is it possble to make the title 'The Ad. Chapter 1' If not my bad.
The Ad; Chapter 2,
I did not know how long I had been in the basement. At least a few days.
I was fed cereal in a bowl and for drink there was water in another bowl. The basement had a toilet in the corner next to a shower. I could go to the toilet what seemed to be once a day. I had to raise my rear end over the bowl and was to go keeping my hand on the floor, however it was difficult to pass though peeing was OK. I was none too regular with my bowel movements.
I did get washed in the shower, still on all fours, with only the collar staying on. It was chained to a nearby table leg just off the ground. I had to stay on all fours. The bondage and control never stopped. I was never able to leave without asking to be unchained and I wasn't going to do that yet. This was still within my submissive imagination. I had been placed under the shower about 3 times. This was seeming more and more like a survival adventure, I had not shaved, thought I smelt and was stiff at the lack of exercise. After the shower, Mark put on some cream on my sores, the wrists, ankles and groin. Of course my penis leapt to attention at the feel of his warm hand and soothing cream. He squeezed my balls to shrink it down for the chastity cage to go on. With the click of the padlock I turned red with humiliation and the excitement of that humiliation. Then the wrists and feet chained, keeping me as his pet. I noticed he did not let me touch myself. I wanted to ask for release, but I knew it would come, (literally) when he was ready.
There were sores on my wrists and ankles where the cuffs were and under the collar that never came off was itchy. I had gotten good at not moving those parts that hurt and not pulling on the chains. I felt that I couldn't wait for this session to be over. Yet I also felt I was falling deeper and deeper into submission. It was like reading a lot of porn, it seems less exciting after a while and yet the mind in no less hungry for more. I was not as turned on as I thought I would be, of course the chastity device discouraged erotic thoughts. But I felt a constant fulfillment that I knew I would miss something if I were anywhere else. I knew this was my destiny and I was resigned to accept it. I'm a submissive, kinky, transvestite I told myself. I always thought I was but I could not say it to myself, now I could look at myself honestly and say to myself "I'm a submissive, kinky transvestite and this is what I deserve. I wondered if I could ever go back to my old independent way. But how long would Mark keep me? We hadn't discussed an end time and would I want to stay? In the back of my mind was the thought that if this is all there is I would want to get out, but how? Would he let me out if I asked?
The cereal was boring and I lost interest in it, but then I became hungry. That was hard to take at first, but after a while I could feel my body getting slower and I slept more and did not even want to get up for most of the time. After a while my stomach rumbled only a few times and seemed to quickly stop bothering me. Even hunger seemed aware of my predicament. I think the hunger made me feel colder and I used the blanket, but fortunately the temperature in the basement was warm enough so I didn't feel cold, except sometimes when I was sleeping, but I had a blanket in the cage.
Mark was puzzling me, I was chained by hand and feet and on all fours and had me completely in his power for at least a few days, it felt like weeks, but he had not violated me, at least not yet. Though I could feel a surge of electric tension building in the air. I knew something was going to happen. I was tired of the dog thing, though I really tried not to let on.
Mark came up to me and patting me said, "What are you ready to do?" I thought quickly, was this a trap, another excuse for punishment. I thought I couldn't sound like I'm complaining. My mind was racing, maybe the lack of food, whatever. Did he mean piercing, that was something I didn't want to do. I had never drunk urine, though the thought of being forced to came into my fantasies. What should I say? I was wondering so long, that I received a whack on the side.
I wanted to say I was finished with the dog training, but was I. The contradiction is that if I wanted to stop then was I really into it? I answered, "A dog has no opinions," I said. "So, I can do anything I want?" He asked. I thought I'd better explain myself. "Thank you for the training master, I learnt a lot, I just want to serve you in other ways". I shivered, expecting a wack, it didn't come. "That's a good answer, whether you mean it, you gave the right answer, I think we can go on to the next step, what do you want to do?" He asked. "I want to dress up for you, to excite you, I want to serve you and be used by you." Just saying this I felt pressure on the chastity device. He replied. "OK, we'll go to the next stage. Though don't forget what you just learned and I will put you back in the cage, whenever I want, understand?" I looked down demurely, nodded and said I understood.
A chain went through the rings on the collar and was padlocked around the neck; the other end was attached to a ring in the ceiling. The chain was long enough to give me access to the entire basement. It was strange that I now felt free, not being completely in bondage, chained hands, and feet on all fours.
We went to the shower. I was told to become hairless. Yes, Mark did shave me, under the shower. He put on shaving cream and used a razor. The hair fell to the floor in the cream; I was more in his control. I was now a different creature, so it seemed. I felt I could be someone else. From that time I was to stay hairless. I would shave and use creams. I held my breathe at the public area and the sores there when shaved hurt the most. At the end I felt, very, very clean. I had a rock hard erection, I could only think of release, should I make an advance, I waited. My breathing was shallow.
"Let me explain how I want to fuck you". He said. "This is my preferences, I like anal sex and I want to be in control. I frankly get more of a kick out of dominating a man than a woman, though I've tried and enjoy both. Me being in control may mean me putting you in bondage or you being submissive enough to turn me on. High heels, corsets, make-up, fingernails are all items of submission. It's bondage and or the bondage of fetish and slutdom. I have a thing for sluts. When I see a whore I get excited, the stockings, the lipstick, the shoes all say fuck-me, that turns me on. I liked your ad now let's see if you can live up to it. From now on you call me Master." I nodded.
Master, that's what I call him now, wanted me to understand his rules, so I could be screwed.
First I had to clean out the rear end. I should be aware that I would probably clean it off with my mouth, so I should clean it well and if it was dirty I would be back in the cage. I was given 2 enemas. Since my anus was tight, I spent most of the time fighting to relax the hole. I liked the idea of cleaning down there; it wasn't painful when the water went in, just a bloated feeling, like I had a load to dump. After the second, the water coming out was still dirty. I told Master, please let me clean myself one more time; I'm still not clean enough. Since I asked for it, Master let me put it in myself, which was a lot harder. Kneeling on the floor with a hose out of the butt which was raised above my head on the ground is so submissive, this has to the `fuck-me I can't do a thing about it pose'. I sensed Master getting aroused. The last part of this step was lubing the entrance. I was afraid I may be tight, Master used lots of Vaseline
Second, I was to be helpless under Master's control. This time I would have the arms, legs, mouth and nipples in bondage. I had to put on a pair of shiny red high-heeled shoes, which I did. They fit and I wobbled on them. Next a pair of nipple clips was put on, with a small weight attached in the middle of the chain that went between them. This was a new experience; I had put on heels but never nipple clamps. I could have just stopped there had enough stimulation to jack off memorably. But this was just the beginning of the overload; I was on a train racing out of my control. He pulled over a mirror; I had put on bright red lipstick. I had done this before. I could remember starring at my Mother who put it on every day, studying how she did it. I had red heels, red lipstick, the nipple clamps and the collar still chained to the ceiling. Master stepped back to check. I tried to stand in a seductive yet demur pose. "The absolute minimum level of slutiness I want to see is heels and lipstick". He said.
I was told to spread my legs shoulder width apart and touch crouch so my thighs came up to my chest. Then I had to bring my arms up straight, wrists under my crotch, so my fingers were near the butt, the wrists rubbing the crotch. I could feel the nipple chain on my arms. Whilst I was bent over, (note for you, I'm supple I can touch my knees with my head) Master put 3 wide belts holding my lower back to my thighs which were parted, and my arms were now pinned between the thighs. My fingers were probably going to be massaging Master's balls while his penis was in my ass.
My wrists were now touching my erect crotch. I could feel every move. He would not let me come now, before him. I didn't want to spoil this moment either. I tried to not arouse myself.
This was a most unstable position, especially with the heels and I was too low for easy entry. Master held onto me and he had some furniture to take care of everything. It was a padded bench only a foot wide 4 feet long and about 3 feet of the ground. I had seen it from the cage and thought it was mainly used long ways like a horse, it had rings on the sides. This time it was being used across the narrow side. He lifted my thighs onto it on the wide side, my butt extended over the other end, my head would pull me forwards off this narrow perch. To stop my front from falling forward he dragged over a piece of furniture, which was 2 stout pieces of wood going up 7 feet about 4 feet apart. This furniture looked like it was used to keep someone standing and spread, there were several rings. I had been studying this from the cage. Now this piece of furniture would be used differently than I had thought. A rope was attached to both sides about 4 feet high and to the collar. Now I wouldn't fall forwards, I was being held up in the front by the collar and in the back by my thighs resting on the bench. This did not seem so good, but the weight was actually balanced mainly on the thighs. I found myself pushing backwards to avoid being held by the collar. My butt and hands extended over the edge.
The heels felt strange dangling in the air a few inches off the ground. Master reached in and pulled the nipple clips down inside my spread thighs, so the weight was hanging and swaying. He went behind and pulled out my hard penis from between my wrists, he pulled it down it felt cooler. He pulled the balls out too. It would be harder to come like this. He was putting something over the top of my penis. I found out later it was a simple plastic sandwich bag and an elastic band holding it on, a cheap condom.
Master was now at the front, he pulled out his penis. I opened my mouth; first kiss it as a sign of respect. It was hard, I kissed it. Then I opened my mouth but did not reach for it. You may suck it softly. I wrapped my lips around the head, there was the oily pre-cum, it did not taste so strong, but the smell of the pubic area filled my senses. I was sucking and that was all. Then he pulled out. He gave me a dildo and said to keep sucking; the dildo was on a strap, which he put around my head. I was gagged with the dildo. I imagined it was Master's penis and kept sucking.
Thirdly, I have to warm you up and he went to my rear. I did not immediately realize what that meant, and then I felt the flogger. Master was merciful, it was hard but not too hard and he did not hit my balls or penis, which I was terrified of. I felt my rear getting warm.
Master recapped. "So, first is get clean, second is meet the level of bondage and submission I demand, third get warmed up and fourth here it comes. I like it when you massage my balls, for now I will just let you touch them gently. I will teach you what I want." He put the tip of his penis against my anus and slowly pushed, "Relax". He said. I tried to loosen up. I think it was harder to relax not being able to breathe deeply with the dildo gag. There was a moment of pressure at the opening, I could feel his penis bending, then I opened, it was tight. It hurt a bit. Master was going slowly and enjoying himself. I was glad he was starting slowly. He waited at the end of his thrust, now relax and he gently squeezed my balls. I felt the tightness loosen and the pain for a moment disappeared. I must admit whenever he moved I tensed and tightened and added to my own pain.
Master went out to the tip and pushed all the way in, harder, I could feel his balls touching my fingers. I gently touched them, cradled them loosely, I could the approving gasps. Master was giving something so precious to me. The most erotic feeling of being completely dominated and abused and yet holding Master's being in my fingers. The kind of warm feeling of trust and love welled up; I felt a tear of affection. I wanted him to thrust deeper into and he started pushing harder, it hurt at the anus, but it was just one of many sensations. The collar, the gag, behind that the lipstick, I could smell it. The bite of the clamp on the nipples and now the swinging of the weight, the back-ache from being bent over, my penis head rubbing against the edge of the bench, the shoes arching my feet. It added up to an overload. I wished I could breathe deeply, I think I would have yelled.
The pace picked up, his hips were banging into my rear. It hurt but not more than before. It was now all one level on pain. I could feel his balls bounce in my cradled fingers. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed my penis with his right hand and balls with his left and started pumping. He timed it right; maybe he knew I would come so quickly. I did not know I could come with my penis pointing down. But I was desperate. He came pumping into me and I came too, I only had a few pumps and he let go, I wanted more.
He slowed and had a few more pushes. I could feel his tool softening already. I was surprised that he came so quickly; maybe he was excited to get to this point too. I had not thought that the whole dog training time he was holding himself back. Now I felt he had been eager to get to this point, but he had his plan. I felt respect, like for a teacher who you realize was leading you somewhere all the while.
Master had a few more pushes and squirts. I could not feel the semen but I could feel his member jump, like a fish in the hand, and the balls lifted. He took the penis out.
Coming to the front, he removed the gag; lastly, this is fifth you have to clean it up. I opened my mouth, he put in his penis, it had the Vaseline, which was runny like oil and the semen and sweat and the pubic smell. It wasn't obviously enjoyable, but it had to be done. I could follow the logic. I licked and sucked and it became clean if a bit wet, though it tasted of dried spittle. Master took the bag off my penis, the gag, and released me from the furniture. Then he took off the nipple clamps, they hurt, and then the straps holding my thighs, I could barely stand. The high heels now seemed impossible.
He took the chain off from my collar and attached a leash, we walked to the door, "Come." he said and opened the door. I had finally left the basement.