2 year contract- live-in girl maid for master.... typical day- Part 1

It has been roughly about 1 year into my life as a live-in household 24/7 slave-girl for my master. Halfway through my contract before I am given a chance to make a decision to continue as lifetime slave or be free again. But for now, I have been mental conditioned and trained well by master to be a super girly, demur sissy household slave in my master's house. 

This post is sharing about a typical day as a sissy-slave-maid (as what master refers me as). 

It has been a long day, of chores, serving and some punishments finally I am at my official last task . My last task is to wait on master, kneeling by his bedside until he finally sleeping soundly before I can retreat to the quarter. 

A slave can only sleep after the master's sleep and must rise up earlier than the master to wait on him. 

Finally, when the master is sound asleep, I did the routine bow (careful with every actions because I am always watched by the CCTV) before retreating to the quarter right beside the master's bedroom. 

Master has partitioned a small room barely the size of 3m by 1m right beside his room as a slave quarter. The furnishing only comprise of a bed, few hangers for the uniforms, and a small side table. It does not have any window (afterall slaves don't deserves such), and is ventilated by a 2 small ventilation fans on the wall. The lighting is only a few light bulbs which is create alot of heat when it is switched on.  My bed is actually a coffin-like box with a thin mattress lining in it, with a hard elevated pillow. Master designed the bed this way as a reminder to me that he has full control over me, to the slightest point of sleep, in such a way that he can anytime come in and lock me in the box at his pleasure in the middle of the night... Which he has done it before! 

Back to the routine... Once in the quarter, though my official duties are finished, I am still required to perform my basic slave admin duties before turning in. I have a strict routine to follow, failure which will add to my huge pool of punishment debt which I have already owed master. 

Changing uniforms

I have to first change out of the 'master prescribed maid uniform' and into the so-called admin uniform. Admin uniform is actually a full set of school uniform from a local school. Other than the usual maid uniform, this is the other set of uniform I must be seen in when not doing my maid duties. 

I swiftly, yet with demurely unbottoned the blouse... finally feel some breathing air the moment I buttoned.. Removed the blouse and hang it on one of the hangers. 

Yes, as a trained slave, unlike vanilla life where after undressing, simply throw the clothing on the floor, I am trained to respect the uniform as it's master's property and not allowed to drop to the floor. 

Then, I carefully and gently remove the bra from my chest. The bra which I have to wear with the maid uniform is the padded type which helps enhance the looks for the master. Same thing, thereafter, hang on the same hanger with the blouse. 

After that, I unzipped the back of the uniform skirt, sigh of relieve from the tight skirt. Similarly, hang it on the hanger as well. Thereafter, I could remove the ever high stilettos heels to complete the undressing process.

Summary, even for the undressing process, I have to follow strict procedures, which will be periodically checked by master via the camera. In short, the process of removal is: blouse, bra, skirt then heels. Any other sequence will be punished. 

There, I quickly dressed into the admin uniform, which the putting on sequence is also detailed prescribe by the master. a plain sports bra, then the buttoned up blouse, pinafore, socks and lastly plain white school canvas shoes. 

Then, I have to do my admin chores. 

I really hope that I can finish up fast because that will mean the amount of sleep I would have. As live-in slave, the amount of sleep daily is barely 3-4 hours. On good days, where the master turn in early, I could get maybe 5-6 hours of sleep. Really, unlike my old vanilla life, sleep as slave is very little, and I am forced and conditioned to make do with little sleep, however tough it may be... 

Admin chores before bed

First, I have to wash the maid uniform with a prepared pail of water. Master only issued 1 set of the maid uniform and master expect the set to be washed, starched and iron daily so that the slave will always look 'clean' and presentable in the uniform. 

In the small quarters, and limited water supply, I took down the blouse and the skirt from the hanger to handwash them with the limited resources. In my mind, was only to quickly get it done so I can finally sleep. After washing, I have to squeezed the uniform as dry as possible with my hands so that it can dry on time by the morning... 

Thereafter, I placed the uniform back to the hangers, positioned right by the ventilation fan to aid the fast drying process. The lights in the quarter must remain on throughout the night so that the heat and the fan can dry it fast enough. As such, as slave, the uniform, master's property, being more important than me, have to sleep in the lighted room... So the uniform can dry on time. 

From the past experience, with the fan and light, the uniform will be dried on time in the morning. Which I will have to iron as part of the morning admin chores.

After finishing, I can finally go to bed..... 

Sidetrack- oversleeping experience 

As slaves are not allowed to know the time, naturally, the quarters do not have any clock. I have to estimate my sleep, waking up with enough time to do up the morning admin chores before the master wakes up.. 

Remember few incidents, being so tired, I slept though unit master woke up before me. Remembered his fury those days. While sleeping, he would simply chain up my neck, pull me out directly from my sleep which i would have instantly got awoken. Usually on week days, as he would have to go work, punishments would be reserved for the later. However, I still have to fulfil my daily chores for the day. 

Under such cases, he would demand that I quickly change into my maid uniforms, say in 10 mins, and uniform still fully ironed.. and get to the chores for the day. Sometimes, i don't allow me to change out of the admin uniform, but wear the maid uniform over.. Or sometimes, if master was really in a rush, I would have to serve my chores in the admin uniform, but of course, with heels. 

Usually, for such incidents of infringement, the punishment will usually be at night. And will usually lead me to commit more infringement along the way.. Leading to more major punishments... And more and this can stretch for weeks until master decided to relent in his mercy or he decided to convert to punishment debt. 

For most times, the crime of oversleeping will result in me being deprived of sleep for the night. Usually, master will chain me by the neck to the ceiling, with the chain from the ceiling sufficient for me to bend a little down. And thereafter leave me that to reflect for the night on my crime. I would only be released the next morning, by which I had to resume my daily chores, with no excuse from the punishment. 

And being seriously lack of sleep, chances was that my work standards would drop drastically or perform silly mistakes. which leads to more punishments. This punishments may stretch way into the night. leading to a risk of oversleeping the next day... Resulting in a vicious cycle of infringements. 

Last i remembered, this cycle which I go into... only managed to get out of it only after 2 weeks.. only when master decided that I became so unproductive that he decided to convert to punishment debt, a super-valued one of course. Adding on to that, I was also not given 'off days for 2 months' 

Off days??? for a slave?? Yes, but it is not the same as vanilla life. 

Off days.

Off days are given by master the once a week, usually on a weekend in accordance to his pleasure. It is not guaranteed and can easily be taken away. Although it was stated in the contract that I may be given off days once a week. 

Off can easily be taken away if master requires my service for the day or that he has a party which I am required to prepare for and serve in the party. Well, parties are over weekends. 

Or if that week, master finds my performance not acceptable, he will not give the off days. With that day used to finish up the backlog chores. 

So far, as much as i can remember, I was only given about 8-10 off days for the year. 

As a live-in-slave sissy maid, off days is not like those in vanilla life where I am allowed out of the house or be out of the uniform for the day. It is not a day I am allowed to roam freely around the house.. It is also not the day I can let myself down and misbehave or behave as a boy. Rules for a slave, rules for being a sissy girl, rules for being a maid still applies during off days. Off days as a sissy slave maid is NOT THE SAME as what a VANILLA LIFE perceive. Although it is already should be considered a super luxury for a slave. 

I would not know if I am granted off days until the day itself. Upon being granted the off, I am supposed to retreat back to my quarters for my off. There, I am either allowed to do my admin chores, (like brush hair, wash and ironing of uniforms) OR read books (books available are mostly about how to be a better slaves) OR simply kneel down and reflect on how to be a better slave for the master. 

Sleeping is not allowed doing the off period. Although closing eyes while kneeling is allowed provided I don't lean to sleep. 

For this 1 year, I have learned and conditioned and accepted that off days of this type is indeed a luxury. I have learned to look forward for such, although normal people would not have. But it was really a period of off from the never-ending chores, serving masters and activities. 

However, I am always mindful that while having my off, it can suddenly end, if master, via his CCTV notice that I am sleeping, behave inappropriately or doing what I am NOT supposed to do. It happened once or twice, and the remaining time of off was immediately converted to time of punishement, which was at the other end of the scale! 

And being slave, and really value my off-days, I have learned fast and made sure I really behave during the time of off.. 

To be continued...

Opinion: which school uniform

School uniform is my number 1 fetish and everything really revolves around this. Notice in the entire storyline, the uniform is mentioned more than all the other kinks, slave activities, punishments and tortures.

That is why for any potential master/mistress, my only criteria is as long as I am made to become a school girl in full school uniform all the way, the rest is to the decision of the master. If made to choose between school uniform or any/all the others kinks, I will surely choose school uniform first..

So further my previous post, I have an ideal school uniform in mind.

But instead of going straight, I decided to elaborate more of the criteria which makes me so fetishly high about that uniform:
1. Uniform must look very complicated and neat
2. Uniform must look very girly
3. Uniform must be restrictive such that it force the wearer to behave girly
4. Uniform must be difficult to put on, or need more time to put on or undress.

Hence, the above criteria narrow down to many local girls school uniform- which are distinctive girly in nature. For example, some uniform are sleeveless which psychologically makes the wearer guard their underarms and not lift the hands up too high for fear of exposing the armpits. Which makes them behave girly. Some pictures as follows:

 

And by default, all girls school uniforms are skirts-based- mere skirt, pinafore or dress. Which sadly some mixed gender school has evolved the girls uniforms to skorts. And definitely, wearing skirts makes movements more restricted than pants. And one have to adopt certain posture when wearing skirt which makes behaviour more girly because to prevent exposure. For example, cannot bend the body down to pick up something from the floor, but can only bend the knees to lower the body instead.

However, the first uniform, thought look very unique, but it is extremely comfortable, in hot and humid weather. It is nicknamed a sundress which is easily worn, except for the zip at the back.

So, in order to match the criteria, what is left is those uniforms that are pinafore types. Citing previous post: 'I remembered quite fondly that during some talks in class, the girls would occasionally complaint about their school uniforms (with pinafore) being uncomfortable because it was very hot.' Remembered a girl mentioned about: imagine wearing double layer of cloth for the whole day, will surely be uncomfortable.

Also, uniforms with pinafore looks extremely complicated on the outside, because of the double layer look.

Naturally, uniforms with pinafore looks harder to put on because after wearing the blouse, the wearer has to slip the entire pinafore over the body, and that need to be adjusted and belt need to be tightened over. (This is more complicated than just simply button up a skirt)

To add on to the difficult to put on, some of this uniform need to put on metal badges, name tags and also need to wear tie on certain day. Putting on the uniform really takes time. The following uniform seems to make the mark:



But what these uniforms seems to lack are that the blouse are not buttoned up all the way on normal days except when days they need to wear tie. Buttoning up makes the wearer looks more girly and also makes it more complicated looking and restrictive looking because it looks tight around the neck.

There is one uniforms that still has this feature:



Interesting, this uniforms always appear as the top few on votes about school uniform and one polls even mentioned that the "entire attire looks stuffy to be stuck in all day." It is quite true though especially where the pinafore is zipped up to tighten up the upper torso area, and also create body-shapped look.

Sadly the only drawback about this is that the belt is integrated into the pinafore instead of the separate item. But there is still a version that the belt is still separated.

So somehow, this uniform top the list for me because:
1. It is double layer and lots of girls complaint it is stuffy to be in it
2. also the pinafore layer when zipped up tighten the whole attire making it restrictive
3. The skirt of the pinafore is also flared out making it very girly
4. the blouse is buttoned to the top which makes it more tight
5. Additional of tie will makes the tightness more the looks will be enhanced to be more complicated and neat.
6. in terms of looks, there is this white belt that makes it very unique and stand out
7. Materials are also made of those cheaper uniforms materials

Additional remarks:
This is thoughts to make the uniform more enhanced for the fantasy which i am into: Addition of: 
the school blazer- which will makes it more stuffy
long sleeve blouse- which will makes it more stuffy and restrictive


Note: Above pictures are taken from google and modified as much as possible to make sure no person's privacy is violated. Should anyone is offended with the pictures or any rights violated or found out the privacy is violated, please email to edc4656@yahoo.com. The pictures will be removed accordingly.

Opinion: Why school uniform over other fetish clothing

School uniform seems to be the top few fetish clothing to many man. One survey of  209 on Japanese men showed school uniforms talking 1st and 4th place (only clothing with 2 places!) on what they want to see their girlfriend in. The internet indeed have many articles about school uniform fetishes. And school uniform fetishes seems to be one of the more popular fetish even in Singapore.

(https://japantoday.com/category/features/lifestyle/japanese-men-reveal-costumes-they-want-their-girlfriends-to-wear)

Hence the question is: Why school uniform?? 

Most places explain that the reason why school uniforms is so high up the ranks is mainly because puberty occurs during the school going age and that school girls in uniform are in plain sights of the raging hormones. Henceforth, school uniforms subtly becomes correlated to sexuality for many. 

As result, some people develops sexual preference with girls in school uniforms. Some even ended up stealing girls uniform only to run afoul with the law. In short, they male sexuality is linked to school girl uniforms. 

However, as for me, I have developed something very different from this male mainstream-ness. During the onset of puberty, I started dreaming of me being forced or made to exchange school uniform with the girls in school. 

Back then, the girls uniform were those of pinafore types. I remembered quite fondly that during some talks in class, the girls would occasionally complaint about their school uniforms being uncomfortable because it was very hot. Back then, schools do not have air-condition and that the whole class was only ventilated by 2 ceiling fans, which can make the classroom quite stuffy in the day. Remember that the girls also mention that when they have choices to choose the next school, they would choose those schools which does not require them to wear pinafores for their uniforms. 

With that, it somehow registered to me that being in girls uniform is an uncomfortable thing and that being in a girls uniform with pinafore is like a form of punishment. So, those dreams about being forced to wear girls uniforms where mostly that as form of punishment, usually as penalty for games which we played and I lost. 

Since then, in my growing up years, I keep imagining myself being in girls uniforms and being tortured of punished when it. 

Also, the girls complaint of their uniforms also developed a privileged gender mindset unknowingly. It like girls were made to wear uncomfortable uniforms, where boys' uniform seems more comfortable, and we never ever complained about the uniforms. This may have developed some dorm character of me being a boy is more privileged. But not sure what happened, instead, I keep thinking of being the unprivileged gender and wanted to be treated as one. Somehow, I keep imagining being the unprivileged one and be treated unfairly and be abused as a girl in uniform.

Really not sure what I keep wanting to be degraded.. a very strong inert desire. And not to cling on to my so-called powers and privilege to become a dorm mindset. 

So, in my growing up, my recurring imagination would be at some stay-overs, playing games with group of friends and loser would be forced to wear school uniforms. The imagination usually was that the so-called friend team-up and conspired against me such that I would surely lose. So, after losing and being transformed to a school girl, I would be abused by the guys and be treated as some lowly creature and be their maid for the rest of the session. I would imagine that they would punish or cane me for slightest mis-behavior or not being girly. And at night, I would either be jailed up or chained up by my guy friend because that is the appropriate treatment for a school girl!- Lowly, made to serve boys and unprivileged and made to wear uncomfortable clothing. 

(Some thought, maybe its a good thing I am not a dorm, I may end up being extremely sadist. So now the opposite happens, I ended up imaging sadist treatment on myself instead!!)

Also, along my growing up years, unknowing to me, there was occasional craves for being abused, treated unfairly, locked up and be tortured. Such craves could keep me up all night imagining about it and fantasizing about it. And the next day having that form of unquenchable desires for it to happen to me! 

This somehow as correlation to why I am particularly fond of school uniforms, although I do also have occasional craves for maid uniforms or any other clothing that may look uncomfortable or reflections of lowly social status. School uniforms become my top fetish not so as what those 'scholarly commentary' attributing it to puberty, but more of it seems to be worst clothing to be in which I related to because of my experience as student.   

During my time, schools was a place where fear was instilled more than education, teachers all each owned a customized designed cane, ready to punish any school uniformed kid in school. It was a place that I don't enjoyed going, like most kids, and everyday, my anticipation was waiting for the school bell to ring. Hence wearing of school uniform means going to loathsome place, bringing the idea of uniform being a clothing that we want to be in. 

Also, teachers were viewed as superior beings in schools. The whole class had to greet the teacher at the beginning of every lessons, or respectfully greet the teacher during breaks which they walked past a teacher. And school uniform was like a label to identify the beings. And whenever a teacher walked past students in uniforms, some would even demand greetings if it was not given. I witnessed that if the child was not in uniform ( some parents changed them out after school to bring them out), the same teacher just simply ignored them. Hence, uniform was registered as a label of lowliness over some greater being. 

Even after schools, if we go out in uniforms, the rules usually writes that we have to be of certain behavior as long as we are in uniforms outside. This somehow further enforced my mindset wearing school uniforms controls our behavior and restrict our freedom. What added to this was many entertainment places does not allow students in school uniform to enter. All these really helped in making the school uniforms a socially restrictive item to be in. Definitely not a clothing of choice to wear out for anyone who wants to have fun or let hairs down. 

Also, school's have very specific strict dress-code from top to toe for school uniforms and the associate accessories. This was actively enforced and inspected by teachers in schools. Thus, giving this idea that it is clothing of restrictions. 

What made girls school uniforms more appealing to me as a slave uniform was that we heard of stories that in all-girls school, when the girls need to look for teachers in staffs room, they were expected to phrase their request in a particular manner at the door. Example, good morning Miss, I am XXXX from class XXX, I am looking for Miss XXX. Also, girls school rule books have so specific rules like expectation to act gently and ladylike, even when outside in school uniforms. This really did drilled the ultimate mindset in! Impression is cemented: Being a girl in school uniform is extremely hard and deficult because of unreasonable expectations of behaving ladylike. (maybe this is easy for girls as they may be instinctively submissive, but not to a boy with testosterone). 

This really indeed sealed the fact that being made to wear girls school uniform is the most degrading and uncomfortable clothing to be in. Which makes me particular hoping that my slavery will be as a school girl in full uniform, including school shoes and socks and accessories of what a school girl would have worn to school.- to be a degraded being, forced into specific girly behavior, many restrictions and be disciplined punished accordingly as a school girl. 

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Upcoming post: which school uniform which I am particularly inclined to in a country where we have different designs of uniforms for different schools (unlike some country where everyone wears the same type or similar school uniforms throughout the country)

Opinion: Why uniform preferred over nakedness for slave

After doing a lot of readings about slavery, I realized that most of the idea of slavery comes with the idea that the subject being naked as the most degrading form of treatment. Realized many 'international masters' I chatted with also seems to like their slaves being naked.

However, somehow, this concept of nakedness does not click with me despite much discussion with many people. It somehow does not feel like it is what they seems to perceive as humiliation or some form of degrading to me. I just cannot identify with it.

For me, being inclined towards being a slave, naturally, my fantasy is more being in discomfort, humiliation and degraded feel when I am finally enslaved by a like-minded master. And for that, being a naked slave is definitely what I just cannot identify with. Somehow, I perceived being naked as enjoyment more than that of a suffering.

Why do I say that? Maybe it is because of the climate by which I am born and grow up in, tropical Singapore with constantly high temperature and humility, where sweating and unpleasant body odours occurs easily doing my schooling years. Going home from schools will guarantee sweat as we walk under the every scorching hot sun. Hence, usually upon reaching home, we will quickly removed our starchy uniform and walk around the house half naked, exposing the body to the environment.

Also, we grow up in the country where most kids learn to swim in open-aired public pools where we are almost naked except for a small pair of V-shaped trunks (very popular when young, unlike now most kids wear wet-suit for swimming). This was the more common recreational and affordable activities for kids growing up in this country. Somehow, we spend most times already in close to naked state.

To add-on, being in a country where the law is so conservative against body exposure, somehow, being naked registered more of 'the wrong thing to do' than degraded state. Somehow, because of that, whenever there are private moments, we tend to go full naked at home, which is definitely very comfortable in this hot and humid climate.

And such, in my vanilla life, being naked in private, other than in toilet, is very common as long as I am locked up in my room or no one else at home. I also tend to sleep half-naked, and sometimes in the middle of the night I instinctively even removed my pants if it gets too hot. Ended up sleeping more comfortably naked.

In our country where most males have to serve the military, our toilets are also opened concept toilets where we shower naked standing along the row of showers. Its like normal to us, and there don't seems to have any shame as what most international practitioner described. Being naked is somewhat second nature to me. 

To be naked is somehow like norm to me where I am and somehow is more comfortable state to be in owing to the weather. Maybe this is why I just cannot relate to being a naked slave.

Hence, I developed a mindset of being in slave uniform having the connotation of degradation, humiliation, uncomfortable and suffering for slave to be in. Of cause, there are some criteria that my imagination has developed over the years in order that a 'slave uniform' can truly serve its purpose on a unworthy slave. These criteria cannot fulfill on its own, most of them require the implementation of the master for it to work.

The more self-explanatory criteria are:
- the uniform must at least look uncomfortable to be in, complicated (better if difficult) to wear or remove
- the uniform must be made of materials that most people find it uncomfortable to be in

However, what makes a slave uniform truly is because of master's rules on it:
1. Slave will only be given ONLY 1 full set of uniform to be worn for all times, including sleeping, doing housework and all other matters.
1a. Only article that the slave is allowed to change is the panties. BUT only rotate between 2 pieces

2. Slave must be in the full and proper uniforms at all times.
2a Slave is to make sure the uniform remain neat at all times.
2c. If any part of the uniform goes out of place or that there are modification of any part of the slave stipulated uniform will be considered very serious crime.

3. Slave does not entitle to any form of hygiene, including bathing and brushing of teeth
3a. However, slave will be given specific timeslot to urinate and defecate
3b. Accidental urination or defecation is considered very serious crime, this include doing these outside the timeslot.
3c. Slave will only be cleaned when need to be be used for the master's pleasure.

I will further elaborate on the execution of the rules, so that it can become the ultimate suffering for the slave, just because of the uniform.

First, the uniform is meant to constantly remind the slave of its status on the slave. It is a physically piece of item perpetually labeled on it. And of cause, if the uniform is multi-layered (eg pinafore), tight and restrictive, it simply be just uncomfortable to be in. Additionally, the uniform may include a tie or bow-tie to add to the restrictiveness over the neck region Also, formal jackets may be added to ensure that the slave is always feeling hot and sweaty.

Uniform can be treated for added discomfort such as thick starching to stiffen it before using it on the slave.

Sidetrack: Most reader, would have known that I am particularly inclined to school uniforms as slave uniform, which I will explain later why, but of cause, I have fantasy of other uniforms as well such as maid uniforms etc, as long as it somehow gives a degrading status (socially) and uncomfortable to be in.

It is usually bearable to be in this kind of clothing for a few hours or up to a day. However, for a slave to be in it perpetually will definitely not be a nice thing. Good thing about it is the discomfort level will keep increasing progressive as the slave start sweating in the uniform as it goes about doing its chores. Stuffy and sticky and restrictive.

When it is time to sleep, being in such clothing, is definitely not something someone wants to sleep in at night. Sleeping will surely be extremely uncomfortable to be in, coupled with constant sweating, which also contribute to the added discomfort of the clothing. It is like a toxic cycle where the uniform will be more and more uncomfortable to be in over time, until it will become super unbearable.

Reason that the can rotate between 2 panties is definitely not to help ease some uncomfort from the slave. It is for the opposite purpose. Reason for that is that by 2-3 days, the entire uniform of the slave will start to stink terribly. The panty, being always 'marinated' by the body's warmth plus any residual fluid from that region will be the most stinky of all, also the most dirty of all places. However, that region is also the region where the master desires to use the slave at times, and being the master's property has still got to be safe for the master's use. This, hopefully explains the change of the panties, more of for master's safety.

Change of panties does not come easy for the slave, which may occur every 3-4 days, accordance to the master's preference. Soiled panties are to be washed by the slave's mouth until it is sufficiently deemed clean. Master may add vinegar into the mouth during washing, This cleaning process may take up to 1 hour before the panties can be well washed by the mouth's saliva. When the panty is considered washed, the master may choose to make the slave wear back the panties, or leave it to dry for the next rotation, or even made the slave wear double layer panties, where the panties will rotate between the inner layer and outer layer panties during each rotation cycle.

In terms of urinating and defecation, slave is allowed to do it, mostly into potty instead of directly into the panty is also mainly to protect the master's safety for use of that region. However, residual fuilds or particles will still occur, which further reason the need to 'wash' the panty occasionally.

If the activity is intense on the slave on the first day (which expect on the slave), be in in terms of chores, service to master, punishment or any other possible treatment, the uniform would have been very obviously uncomfortable on the slave by the 2nd day, from the tightness, restrictiveness, sweat and sticky and of cause the smell. Which comes to the tricky part..

First, the smell is only for slave to endure, not the master. So why must the master even smell a terrible slave. Isn't this become a reversal?

In fact, there is a solution to this, which will be explained in a few levels.

a. If the slave is on its own, example locked in isolation or cage etc, this is not a problem.

b. If the slave is alone, but is tasked to do housework, where there is possible contact on the master's property, potentially dirtying them, master can either made the slave wear an additional apron with gloves while doing such housework, not to protect the slave, but to protect the household items from the dirty slave. Better still to add discomfort is for the slave to put on another layer of uniform over the actual uniform. This definitely add discomfort while doing chores and may cause more sweating as well.

Sidetrack: The another layer of uniform will be called 'service uniform'

c. However, if the master is around, and that the smell is still not strong, master may choose make the slave to put on another layer of uniform over the actual uniform, this outer layer uniform may be well sprayed with strong feminine perfume (fragrance is according to master's liking). This keeps the air around the master pleasant which also keep the smell within the slave, which when placed back on its own, will have to continue to endure the miserable uniform, which is also smelly.

d. The last case is where the slave has to be close contact to the master or if there is a party where the slave is required to serve the guests. Slaves will be a disgrace to the master if it is upfront unpleasant to the guest nose. Or that the master do not like to touch dirty and smelly slaves. Which leads to the exception to the rules. 

This exception is of cause to clean out the slave for the pleasure of the master or serving at parties. It is also not meant as a reprieve, but more of fulfilling the role of the slave. The uniform part will to worst thereafter, which will be explained later.

So, when need to clean the slave, the master will finally order the slave to strip out of the uniform completely. As mentioned, if it is sufficiently complicated, removing it will require some effort. But the slave will still thought that it will be a relief from the terrible uniform. Slave will be instructed to fold the uniform with all the accessories as instructed by the master and placed into a bag.

Here, the dirty panties may be touching the bra, or smelly socks in contact with the dress etc. And when placed in the bag, the smell will be marinated further.

The naked slave will be washed down accordingly and applied with fragrant lotions (to add to stickyness when wear back the uniform) in preparation for the master.

Slave will be made to wear the service uniform (this uniform will usually look very formal like with tight skirt with long sleeve, well buttoned to the top, and also definitely uncomfortable) to serve the guest for the party, or be dressed in whatever the master's decide if in direct service to him.

Depending on the nature of the activity, master will decide that the slave remain in this clothing after that or be made to change back to it's slave uniform. For example, if the slave is participating in party where it has to perform blow jobs for all the guest resulting in the 'service uniform' badly soiled by semen, the master may choose to make the slave sleep over night in the service uniform first.

Sidenote: Sometimes of it is a blowjob party, the slave may be made to wear the slave uniform to perform such job or merely having another layer of uniform to mask the smell.

When the master decides for the slave to change back,  the slave are to totally stripe out before changing back to the slave uniform. If the slave is dirtied from whatever activities, it cannot clean out at this moment because there is no more need to close contact to master.

When the bag containing the slave uniform is opened, by now the uniform would be more smelly from the marination. the slave, at this moment have to wear back its uniform, thought of it will be mentally torture to the slave as well as going back to the uncomfortable uniform.

Such is the life and future of the slave that it is forever condemned into a uniform that label its degraded status, constantly reminding it because it is always on the slave, and forever having to deal with the uncomfortable, restrictively and unbearable physical feeling of the uniform, not being able to change out of it. Even with apparent temporary reprieve of it that the slave must still return to the dreaded slave uniform eventually.

This, somehow seems more torturous, and cruel than being naked, especially in this climate.


Some glossary:
Service uniform: usually a 1 piece dress uniform that can be worn over the slave or be easily changed into. This is what we nicknamed as 'service (additional) uniform'. The name itself explains alot.
The slave uniform is surely going to become very sweaty and smelly, which is definitely not acceptable and will render SERIOUS punishment for soiling the uniform, but we do not want to ignore the possibility. So as the name suggest, when comes a time when the slave uniform gets too smelly or dirty for the master and when the slave need to perform services (eg. being a chair for master, service him in close proximity etc) Master can be ordered to either change to 'service uniform' or wear it over the set 1 to cover the dirt and smell so that I will not offend or discomfort my master.

Afterall, the do not deserve any comfort, likewise, the master deserves full comfort!


Upcoming:
Sharing why I am particularly inclined to school uniforms as slave uniform.

Part 2-5: Day 2 Will the punishment end?

Then Master says: Looks good now... my exhibition... does not look good gagged... only the BRIDLE will do.... NOW... STAY THERE!! EYES OPEN!! NO NOISE!! if not, I WILL HIT THE NIPPLE!

I knew the hit on the nipple will be painful, although it is covered with 3 layers of cloth.. Esp with the binder clip there... more so the handle removed.. It cannot 'accidentally' be dislodged... 

I forced myself to obey ALL.. FORCING EYES OPEN and STAY QUIET, not to GROAN, SCREAM or any NOISE... 

Master walked away to do his own things after that...

I was left there standing in such PAINFUL, UNCOMFORTABLE AND TERRIBLE FEELING CONDITION..

Minds was only filled with REGRETS... 

And it got increasing PAINFUL, increasing UNCOMFORTABLE by the seconds.. What made it worst was that saliva kept drooling in because of the bridle.. 

Any slight movement could feel the pain transmit up from all parts of the body, burning inside the asshole, stinging sharp pain at the nipple, clamping pain at the genitals, sore from the heels, slight suffocation if I moved a little from the chain. Also the clamping at the tongue, the clamp at the ears... 

Hands fully restricted, well securely bounded up.. So vulnerable... 

Sweat keeps flowing out from all over wasn't helping either. 

I could only FORCE STOOD STILL ENDURING until MASTER call it end... 

Seconds were like mimutes... Worst than snail pace in this position... 

Until what seems eternity later that I instinctively gave out a LOUD SCREAM.. (though with the bridle, it sounded softer)

This surely caught Master's attention.. 

He walked over and started taunting sarcastically ..: ' What dear?? 10 mins only and you dis-obeyed by instruction?' 

I replied: 'eh eh-eh' (intended on No Master)

Master: 'You enjoy it right??' 

I replied: 'eh eh-eh' (intended on No)

Master: ' That means yes... good! any regret?' 

I replied: 'eh' 

Master:'I hear it as yes... anyway.. I will not allow and expect any REGRET! CLEAR?!!!' 

I replied: 'eh eh-eh' 

Master was actually conditioning my mind now, conditioning my mind to give him ANSWERS that he expected. Even it may not seems like what really was.. Others words training me to give HIS ANSWER.. This training is REAL.. means even if there is safeword, this training can kill all potential safewordings too... 

After my last reply, master simply slap onto the breast region few times... on both nipples area... SHARP PAIN TRAVELLED UP... I screamed again!!

and he walked away.. leaving me to continue in this state.. 

Longer wait... longer pain... more agony... Until I let out again.. 

This time the angry master come and just hit on the nipple more times... 

I CRIED.... or rather forced to only SOB.... 

He ignored and walk away.. 

This cycle happened a few more times... 

Until it was barely half hour... so said the Master... 

Then Master came over to suggest...: 'How about playing a game of estimation?'

Master don't seems to be interested in any reply, he continued:' I give you a time, say 2 mins.. You are to estimate 2 mins standing here.. When you deem 2 mins reached.. you make a sound.. And I will release you.. If you are too early or late, I will punish you more... the severity will be based on the number of seconds you deviate from.  . AND IF YOU ARE MORE THAN 1 MINS later, Say goodbye to you mean RELEASED from this PUNISHMENT!!' 

He did not wait for my response.. He simply ordered: start now:.... 1min

That seems easy, I thought, mentally in my mind: 1 seconds... 2 seconds... 3 seconds.... 10 seconds... HIT ON THE NIPPLES!!... OUCH OUCH... THE PAIN TRAVELED UP.. On the spot my mind went BLANK!! Master really knows how to distract.. 

I lost count!!! 

I panicked momentary..... and tried to focus in my mind, using whatever gut feeling to estimate that 1 min now... 

Just at the moment, I sounded: ehh.... 

Master replied: 'Late by 15 seconds!!!' 

The next moment.... OUCH!! pain on the nipple... Master hit the clamp again!! Once....... Twicee...... Few more times.....Arghh........... until 10 over times..... and stopped...  

Felt slight relieve.... 

Master said: '15 times for 15 seconds... I will play around with different part for you... Start now! 5 mins...! ' 

Too abrupt for me! still recovering from the pain.! How! did not MENTAL COUNT!! Oh no!!

Tried my instinct.. Moreover, trying to manage different types of pain every part of the body was really hard to focus... 

Hope instinct don't fail me! 

Just at the right instinct, I sounded again: Eh! 

Master shouted: '3 mins!!!  To far!! Trying to be funny is it??!!!' 

Felt master's hand went under the skirt from the back, pull down the panty, felt his grip over my penis from the back (still tightly gripped by the chopsticks).. He pull the chopsticks off in 1 swift act.. leaving the rubber bands in various segment of the 'sausage'... Then he used the rubber bands to snap directly on the penis! 

Snap!! .... Snap!!!.... Snap!!! 

Each time, I screamed: Eh!!!...... Eh!!!!..... Eh!!!.... REALLY PAIN!!! 

Keep snapping.... I tried enduring, but no avail!!! PAIN!!! PAIN.. and not stopping!!! 

Felt like close to 100 times... and master did not seems to stop! 

Felt extremely weak by now... 

Then master took the 2 pair of chopsticks from the penis to add 2 more sets of bridle on my tongue... It is not helping.... Tasted the pungentness from the penis.... YUCKS.... 

And he continued... snapping.... until..... 

I couldn't take it anymore..... and screamed: ' ehhh..... ehhhhh ... ehh. eh eh eh eh eh' (my mind: please stop master please stop master........) and crying....

Master at this point, stopped what he did, decided to release the birdles from my mouth for me to articulate... 

I cried: 'Please stop master..... I don't want it anymore... please please please....' 

Master: 'Too bad.... you asked for it... no U-turn as agreeed... and no mercy... you asked for it...' 

I replied crying:' I know.....I know..... but please spare me.... I am sorry... I am sorry.... please give chance.....' 

Master:' No chance... no chance... Wait... how come you are not observing the rule of talking here.... where is your manners and protocol of talking..' 

With that... He Force bridle me once again.... This time with only 1 pair of chopsticks.. bad enough.. simply pulled back up the panties... and ordered: 

' Continue.... 5 mins..' 

I silenced... fearing it to worsen... and still sobbing thought... entirely not in the mind to count.... And waited.....Until this time... 

Master screamed: 'YOU NOT LEARNING ISSIT!! 7 MINS ALR!! 

FELT A HUGE HIT AT THE BACK OF THE KNEEE CAUSING ME TO SUDDENLY BEND MY KNEES.. CHOKED...... from the chain..... 

I coughed.... Struggle to stand back up.... 

ANOTHER HIT!!! ................ CHOKED AGAIN!!!... 

Struggled back up..Desperatedly trying to breath... ANOTHER TIME!!....  

Struggled AGAIN!!! This time I sounded desperate: 'eheheheheheheh.....!!!' 

Master stopped... And unbridle me... 

I desperately pleaded: Please please please master..... I lose I lose i lose.... Please free me.... I willing to do whatever you want..... please please pleas.... 

Master: Whatever I want?? you know what you are asking babe?? .... You sure??? 

I quickly replied: yes yes yes... whatever... please please please.... 

Master: Whatever I want? 

In desperation i replied: yes master, I understand... I understand... 

Oh no... do i even know what I was asking... In desperation, think the only thought was short term.. to be relieved of the existing pain first... Not thinking clearly what I promised for something worst instead.. 

Master replied: Fine...You said so....

Master stretched to released the secure to the ceiling.. The chain immediately loosen and on the spot felt the relieve at my neck.. I simply collapsed onto the ground...

There, I waited for master to release me of all the other tools he placed over me...  Nothing.. 

To be continued.  

Preview: 

Then he said: This is the present for the slave.. and slave MUST TREASURE AND APPRECIATE every bit of PRESENT the master give! Make sure this slave finish up every drop of it! And make sure you drink as if you enjoy it! if not I created another batch for you! 

Part 1-11: Day 1-2 First night

Master: Good! Now go to sleep!

He walked towards me, applied back the blindfold, then somehow, pull the tail end of the chain and secure it somewhere high above me.. That way, I could not fully lay down on the floor as the chain was positioned such that I could only remain kneeling, if my head drops lower, the chain around the neck would have prevented it.. Put on the pacifier onto the mouth!

Oh yes.. He also removed the tampons off me.. and insert a new one back... (Safety purpose to prevent toxic shock syndrome) .. And also forced feed me with another bottle of 1.5litres plain water (Safety to make sure I stay healthy)

On now, back in isolated position: In a sweat drenched stuffy uniform, without air con or fan, kneeling blind-folded, with ear-plugs stuck and pacified (at least this time no panties), rough tampons on.. and chained by the neck to keep me in position.. TO SLEEP?

Impossible.. I did attempt... Closed eyelids.. Impossible to sleep..

Oh yes.. Master went up to the 2nd floor of the chalet, the bedroom to rest for the night on proper bed..

Forgot to mention, to prevent mischief, master bounded both hands together to my back.. which added up to the discomfort.. Could feel the TIGHTNESS of the uniform more especially with the hand stretched to the back..

So that night.. As master mentioned, was really a night of reflection of mistakes.. Sleepless, thoughts really rolled in and out.. Different thoughts... Thoughts of regret:

What on earth, with my sound mind, did I ever agreed to it? It does not seems to feel as good as what my fantasy would have felt.. It is so DIFFERENT! I FEEL SO... SUCH IN-DESCRIBABLE UNCOMFORTABLE FEELING... Sense of regret really sets in... and no way out! I stupidly agreed that there is no way out, even if I said I want it to end will not end it! 

Could only bear with it..

Eventually.. thoughts of resolution and fate acceptance.. To behave and obey as how I should be, master's lowly slave servant school girl to serve and wait on master..

By then hours (what seems like) passed... and by shear fatigue, I dozed off... Leaning by the wall....

SLAP!!! Ouch!

That was the first thing in the morning! SLAP! And awoken by it!

The goggle blindfold was already removed.. Realised that I was leaning by the wall curled by in fetus position.. somehow, I managed to position the most comfortable sleeping position to sleep!

Half awake, I opened my eyes.. and master standing in front of me.

Master sarcastically remarked: Good morning Xiao Hui..

I instinctively replied: Morning..

SLAP!! SLAP!!

Master: Where is your manner! Make me angry first thing in morning! The sleep wash your memory off issit? You are my SLAVE! and
SLAVE wakes up earlier than master and wait on him!
And to Greet him first thing in the morning! not the opposite!
And this slave forget your slave manners! what simply MORNING! where is your complete sentence!
And why are you not KNEELING!
(Master voice raising every successive sentence)

I quickly kneeled back down.. still in sleepy mode.. so simply kept quiet..

Master: where is your greeting??

I forced spoke (really not really to speak in the morning): Good morning master.. Cassandra awaits your instruction ..

Master: LEARN! I call you Xiao Hui! Refer to that! Where's your manners! (Quite loudly)

Shocked, I forced out, reluctantly: Good morning master.. Xiao Hui awaits your instruction ..

Master: SOUND HAPPY!

I forced out the happier tone: Good morning master.. Xiao Hui awaits your instruction ..

Master: Where's my bow?!

I again forced out the happier tone: Good morning master.. Xiao Hui awaits your instruction .. (bowed head) 

Master: You want to sleep right? I give you! You will sleep as a mummy! 

To be continued:  

Next part: Day 2 Mummification 

Part 1-8: Day 1 ISOLATION treatment

Next, master handed me the pair of school shoes and socks and instructed me to change out of the heels into school shoes..

In my mind: Finally can be out of this uncomfortable and restrictive heels.. Which really made my movement while standing up difficult. Although I heard about blisters and pain wearing such stiletto, this was not experienced yet, as I was only made to walk short distance thus far.. Though it was slight pain near my toes and somehow unable to walk huge strides in it.. Other than that, it was still bearable. Maybe, its still too early to tell...

But why master suddenly wanted me to change away the heels? Was thinking in my mind? What was he up to this time? Thoughts of what may happen next just rolled in my mind.. But still, I knew I had to obey fast before getting into more trouble..

I respectfully took the shoes with both hands from the master, while still kneeling with the improvised gag in my mouth.. Then, tried moving myself from kneeling to sitting position so as to change to the shoes..

After taking the shoes, master looked away.. and briefly walked away..

Taking off the heels, I placed them neatly on the floor, put on the socks and school shoes as fast as I could.. Thinking that may reduce the chance of making mistakes.. Just as I was finishing wearing the shoes, master walked back and

remarked again: F*** you! since when do you have the rights to sit? The only sitting position you know of is KNEEL!

I: Ummm.. ummm... (Mouth still pacified with stuffed panties; wanted to explain the difficulty of changing shoes kneeling and so sit down, maybe he knew, thats why he walked away, and it may be his way of TAMING AND CONDITIONING MY MENTAL mind into submission, so creating instances to find OBVIOUS TRAPS for me to fall into.. GOOD TEACHING ON MY LOSS OF RIGHTS, and loss of basic justice to justify myself)

Master continues: You UNTAMED SLUT! kneel back down now!

I quickly did it..

Now, go to your kneeling corner and reflect on yourself...

I slowly stood up, (unable to talk from the pacifier), curtsy, took few steps backwards, head bowed before slowly turned to walk to the corner.. There, same thing, slowly kneeled back to position..

There, master took a pair of goggles, , came to me, and put it on me.. Instantly, I saw DARKNESS! This must be the specially improvised surprise blindfold master created!

Guessed he got the goggles few days before the session, fully painted the lens of the goggles with black paint markers, painted few layers to ensure it is fully covered and painting thick enough to ensure it is fully effective.. Paint marker was used because it will not be washed off by water or sweat.

So this was the blindfold which master said he will create for this session. During the discussion, when I asked him to elaborate how he will create the blindfold.. He just simply said, it will be a surprise..

And this 'surprise' gadget was really effective.. With this 'goggle blindfold' on, I could only see darkness, NOTHING ELSE!. With the rubber strips keeping it in place.. As well as the rim gaskets nicely seal the area around the eyes. This goggles blindfold indeed was an indigenous idea!

It will not loosen due to the rubber strips, gasket rims keep the lens on the eyes, well painted-on lens ensure the while filed of vision in lens is PITCH DARK!

Sudden sense of lost just came upon me.. No matter how I attempted to open my eyes, or blink my eyes, it was just DARKNESS..

Even how I tried fidgeting facial muscles, the goggles just simply remained in place.. (Some blindfolds can be moved which some facial fidgeting, which could allow some small peeking space)... Simply, DARKNESS REMAINED..

Instinctive, I shake my head around trying to find my orientation, or maybe to shake the goggle blindfold off... BLINDFOLD FIRMLY IN POSITION.. DARKNESS REMAINED...

Heard master's voice: STAY STILL! NAUGHTY GIRL!...

I immediately stopped..

Master's voice: More PUNISHMENT POINTS..

I simply swallowed.

Next, felt master placing something into both my ears.... Upon entry, that things expanded created a discomfort outward pressure on the ears.. THAT'S EAR PLUGS I KNOW!

 Now, I cannot see, apparently cannot hear.. mouth pacified, with semen soiled panties stuck in my mouth.. Kneeled in the most girly position (awkward and uncomfortable) at a corner!

Master's FAINT voice (hearing reduced): STAY IN THIS POSITION UNTIL I TELL YOU TO MOVE... UNDERSTAND!?

I simply nodded.

Master's FAINT voice: You have already clocked up alot of PUNISHMENT POINTS barely few hours into this session.. Offhand, I estimate that you have 40 minor mistakes.. Worst MAJOR MISTAKES.. 20! ALSO SERIOUS CRIME! 5! I have noted all these points in a notebook..
Minor mistakes: 1 point
Major mistakes: 3 points
Serious crime: 10 points ... although it comes with some immediate punishment for such crimes, you still have the points on top of that..
So you have scored more than 100 points!!! You will definitely need to pay!
Oh yes.. any act of service which I performed for you.. I will also give you 5 punishment points.. You really can score alot.. my girl.... I will make sure you pay for all...

I swallowed... and just simply stayed still..

Master's FAINT voice: So now! If you move a weeeee bit... That will be it!

I remained still..

Voice continues: All your actions till now is asking me to step up on your TAMING PROCESS! Fine! You shall get it.. Now.. Enjoy THIS ISOLATION SESSION.. this will help you pay back 2 points of your punishment...

The voice silence..

Now, completely unaware of my surrounding, I remained still.. Could do nothing but to think..

Thought of what master just said: me in this state.. for god knows how long.. will only pay back 2 points?? So unfair!!.. Thinking continues: But will be worst if I protest.. Somewhat, I could only learn to accept this unreasonable fate.. Knew if i don't tell myself its fair, I may few worst.. and if he ever asked such question about fairness, I may blut out the wrong answer..

(Master seemsed quite good in working on taming my mind into submission till now.. and to condition my mind to tune to accept this new lowly status mindset without any rights)

So.. in my mind.. somewhat, I forced myself to just accept that this is fair.. somewhat it developed into a chant in my mind.. this is fair, just accept it.. this is fair.. just accept it.. (continue rolling for awhile)

Time seems to claws in this position... feeling like a little girl waiting eagerly for master's instruction to cease this treatment...

Few like eternity has passed, and still no instructions to move yet.. Moreover, the temperature and humility in the room makes the room unpleasantly hot.. (Master switched of the air conditioning). Could feel myself sweating profusely..

Felt that the uniform was drenched with sweat, especially the blouse.. Could feel the blouse sticking to the skin..

As my day job is mostly in air-conditioned room, I seldom sweat so much.. I sweat mostly when exercise which will usually have the chance to change away my sweaty clothes fast..

But now, that I have sweated so much, I have lost all rights to CHANGE.. Feeling quiet uncomfortable with all the sweaty and stuffy uniform in was in.. What made it worst was the position I was in.. RESTRICTED MOVEMENT.. Felt as if GLUE WAS all over me..

WHEN WILL THIS END???? 

Still waiting.. Waiting... Waiting... 

Somewhat... eventually, involuntary actions kicked in.. My hands seems to moved on its own.. my hands reached for the goggles blindfold and lifted it up.. 

Sudden exposure to a lighted room created an immediate blinding effect on my eyes, before my eyes adapted back to see again.. 

Uh... looking around... Master was nowhere to be seen.. I glanced a few more times... Nowhere... 

sight of relieve kicked in.. somehow, I forgot that I was supposed to be in that ISOLATION POSITION.. 

I took off the pacifier, spit out the panties in my mouth.. testing the ground, I softly and cautionsly said: 

Master???... .. (5 seconds)...... Master??......... (5 seconds)... Master?? 

Confirmed master is not around!! I thought to myself.. maybe he is out... Thought of 'giving myelf break from all these uncomforts for awhile.. tried to apply these uncomforts back quickly, hopefully before he comes back... and when he finally comes back, did not notice that I 'had a break' from this punishment..

I quickly pull off the ear plugs.. stood up... 

Wow! did not realized that standing up is so comfortable.. I stretched my legs.. shaked it... Enjoyed every bit of it... I keep repeating these motions.. also on my hands.. 

Somehow, the more I was doing it.. the more ANXIOUS I FELT... cause my mind was thinking... anytime master could come back... The anxiety rose quickly.. till I felt my heart pounding.. 

So when this anxiety and fear of master returning became unbearable (which was very fast reaching)... I quickly kneeled back down.. adjusting the uniform in position... Picked up the saliva soaked panties... quickly stuffed it back into my mouth (mind not even thinking how grossed it was), reached for the pacifier, took it and pacify myself with it (weird things I did to myself out of fear erh... ).. About to move on to the ear plug.... and.. .

SUDDENLY, hears the sound of door opening!.. 

I FROZE with fear.., turned my head towards the door! 

There, master stood there with few bags of purchases on his hand.. Think he went out to buy stuffs.. 

ULTIMATE FEAR GRIPED ME! Not knowing what to do.. 

Master stood at the door and simply stared at me.. I responded by quickly turning my head back and bowing it.. as if in a proper kneeling position.. Instinctive reaction I guessed to try to show as if nothing happened... 

In my mind.. I know.. I am in trouble!..... 

To be continued.. 

Part 1-6: Day 1 First service to master....

I pushed myself up slowly with my hands.. Reached under the skirt and pull down the panties.. Removing it, I could see that it was extremely sticky..

Sidenote: during our pre-session discussion, we talked about stuffing soiled panties into my mouth as gag as well as a form of washing the panties with my saliva.. Never tried this before..

Now thoughts of being asked to stuff this sticky thing into my mouth is not that much of the fantasy anymore.. I seems about to happen.. And oddly.. I feel scared putting it into my mouth when holding it on my hand and seeing this gluey thing...

Waiting for that expected instruction,
instead, he said: 'Give this to me... Change into a new panties (handing me a fresh one) and make sure that useless penis remain pulled and tucked!'

Relief that it is not entering my mouth YET... I just put on the new panties obediently, with hands pulling the penis back to make sure I don't commit another mistakes..

Master said: 'I will remove the clips off those slutty nipples, not because I spared you.. but because I want you to focus on your NEW PUNISHMENT!..'

Thought of the relief from clamp really made me immediately pulled up my pinafore and the blouse and the bra up quickly for the master to put back the binder's handle..

Master shouted: Who give you permission to remove your UNIFORM! How many SERIOUS CRIME YOU WANT TO COMMIT BEFORE YOU LEARN!!

I FROZE AGAIN! This time I remained fearfully silent.. knowing I am under the mercy of master..

Master continued: I remove this clips first... you will have it back later.. dun worry....

I stood there allowing him to apply the handle back and unclip it off both nipples.. The moment the clip was removed.. a sudden blood rush feeling to my nipples with another sting of pain hit the nipple, not knowing where it comes from..

Master instructed: 'Put back on the uniform.. You useless slut..'

I did as instructed..

Master walked and sit at the edge of the bed.. pulled down his pants..

(I guessed master want me to do a blowjob on him. We discussed briefly before the session... but this reality and me facing this activity in front of me is FAR from anticipation.. I felt I do not want to blowjob him.... )

But then again.. No way out..

Master just said: 'kneel in front of me..'

Cassandra: 'Yes master..'

And reluctantly walked and kneel in front of him. I could see master pulling down his brief and can see his hairy penis right in front. It smelled terrible.. mixture of musky and pungent smell.. It immediately created a deterrence! (Master have not bathed since morning, maybe probably the night before)

How come the feeling is not as I fantasized before the session, it really feels so opposite!

Suddenly, I could feel his hand force my hand towards his penis..

He instructed: 'LICK'

I did.. it tasted bitter!

He commanded: 'Keep licking until it becomes hard! and no BITING! I WARN YOU!'

I just keep licking.. Closing my eyes doing it.. Now I could feel tears coming..

I heard: 'Behave as if you enjoy it! Lick more intense..!!!'

I quickly wiped the tears off and lick faster.. until finally his penis harden..

Master suddenly push forward... I felt his penis pushed right into my throat!

Master said: 'I am teaching you to service me, you understand?'
(while saying, my head was continuously pulled up and down by his hand)

I couldn't response as I was gagged by his penis..

After few minutes of master's guiding hand.. He let go HIS HAND and instructed me to keep doing it and faster.. I obeyed and continued to push my HEAD to and froth his penis... Faster and faster.. I feel a little from that but dared not stop.. .

Few more minutes have past and suddenly felt master starting to tense, and suddenly felt an explosion of CUM into my mouth! It tasted HORRIBLE!! First time!!

Master remained his penis in my mouth for few more seconds as few more bursts of cum exploded into my mouth.. Its so yucky!

Finally, master pulled out his penis..

and instructed: 'LICK THE TIP CLEAN!'

I meekly obeyed, though in my mind.......... reluctantly.

Master continued: 'make sure you swallow everything I give you..AND SWALLOW AS IF YOU ENJOY IT!! You will have alot of these the next few days.. since you don't seems to appreciate human food.. And this is not a punishment! It is a small service for your master to pleasure him.. Clear?!!!?'

I replied meekly and sadly: 'Yes master..'

Master: 'Seems like you need alot of taming.. Yes master what?'

I replied: 'Yes Master, Cassandra understand..'

Master: 'You are really naughty.. will add on to your punishment points! Thank me for the cum you bitch.. and refer yourself as what I refer you from now on! clear?!!'

Bitch: 'Yes Master, bitch thank master for the cum you gave bitch..'

Master: 'And does my bitch enjoy it.....?? Better say it next time before i ask you!'

Bitch: 'Yes Master, your bitch enjoys it.. (Holding back tears)'

Master: 'Complete THE WHOLE THING!, You useless BITCH!'

Bitch: 'Yes Master, bitch thank master for the cum you gave bitch.. (slight stuttering, close to tear).. your bitch enjoy it....'

Master: 'Good! You seems hard to tame hur... Don't worry... I will make sure you learn... Learn the hard way...'

Could feel mouth nervously contracted when he said this. Deep sense of regret was all over me. It was barely half a day into the session and all the FEELINGS of WANTING OUT is all over my body..

There I am kneeling in-between master's legs, with his penis in front of me... trying hard not to cry... but clearly showing a very sad expression.. Taste of his cum seems to get stuck in my tongue.. Felt so utterly grossed.. Was simply trying hard to swallow as much saliva as possible to 'rinse' off the taste. But somehow, my body don't seems to be producing the saliva, especially at such times where I need it..

I looked up, seeing master still in his euphoric state after his discharge. Somewhat, words just came out of my mouth: 'I am thirsty.'

SLAP!!!

I could feel a hand suddenly hit onto my left cheek, so sudden! Felt my head turned.. Took me awhile to registered that I was slapped!

MASTER: 'WHO GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK? WHO GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO LOOK UP? AND WHAT COURAGE YOU HAVE TO USE " I"!'

SLAP!
Head suddenly swings to the other side.. Master just used the other hand to slap! The shock really made me lose control! Tears just flowed...

MASTER: 'CRY! Who give you permission to cry! My slave must appear happy at all times.. You want more punishment is it?'

(Sidenote: during the pre-session discussion, we did talk about in event that I cry, master will not show compassion, and he will not pull back... and instead he will force me to smile and look happy, that was also a way to make my mind be brainwashed to be 'enjoying' such INHUMANE TREATMENT.. Think such suggestion will only feel nice in a fantasy world, and now I regret it)

MASTER: 'SMILE! BE HAPPY! SMILE!'

I counldn't, still trying to stop my tears..

SLAP! SLAP! 2 slaps hit my face!

MASTER: 'Stop crying before more slap comes!'

All my energy to pull back the tears.. so hard to be controlling this emotions...

SLAP! SLAP!!! More slaps!

Mustered all I could to stop... a sudden silence I produce.. I the emotions still within me.. outside sudden silence... Felt as if I am 2 person, 1 on the outside and 1 inside..

Master seems to be making progress in taming me, from a carefree man, to a submissive girl who looses all her rights..

Really felt that I am becoming another person now.. No more MY RIGHTS anymore..

Master continues: 'KNEEL PROPERLY! Your hands!'

I quickly kneeled lower, both hands placed on the lap, heads bowed..

Master: 'Stay!'

I just simply kept still.. Well submitted..

He stood up and walk away.. While I just simply remained in position. Dared not move.. From my side, could hear him entering the toilet.. Knowing full well that he is off sight, I dared not move the slightest bit... Seems like his training really worked!!

Think this was finally a moment I was left alone... "Activities" suddenly silenced down.. Left only me meekly kneeled down in the most girly and submitted manner possible..

Now, without anything happening, I finally could take notice of myself....

I could feel a rough sensation inside my anus.. Oh yes! The tampon was still inside! Felt as if a rough sandpaper was rubbing from inside.. It really felt like a foreign object un-welcomed in the body..

Tried constricting the muscles in the anus, hoping to alleviate the discomfort, but the sensation of pain increased.. maybe because it cause a rubbing of tampons within the wall of the intestines.

I dared not move much in case I get punished again.. Nothing seems to be easing the discomfort I was experiencing.. Remained as still as possible though.. And forcing myself to stay still..

To be continued:
Next Part... Drinking it up!
Preview:
I knew instantly it was urine... Yes that we agreed that I will drink master's urine during the session as long as it was not to yellow.. But this liquid just looked naturally deterrence to me..

Part 1-4: Day 1 First major punishment

First major punishment

"Look what have you done.. didnt I told you that you will receive something BIG for this!! Fine you little naughty sissy girl! Brush the food away from your uniform! AND BE PUNISHED!!"

Chill flowed down me.. Never felt so bad before.. Never have I been shouted at so much ever before.. On hand, I wanted to talked back or retaliate back.. To fight back my rights. But my conscious mind reminded me that this was WHAT I AGREED TO BE IN.. So I decided to bite the bullet and and obeyed the master and be punish..

Quickly, I brushed the pinafore until all the food bits dropped on the floor..

He brought the chain with the PVC hose, collared me up.. AND TUG THE COLLAR

I followed the tug .. He secured the tail end to some overhanging support, just nice such that i can only stand still and cannot bend lower, if not, the chain may choke me my neck..
WITH THAT, I was forced to stand up straight (remembering that now I am wearing heels, feels little unbalanced).
Again, he bound both the 'bracklet' together and secure my hand up the chain so my hands again is SECURED UP.

Because i am in upright positions, the master can easily pull up the pinafore and the blouse, and pull up till it covers over my face., then the bra is pulled up.. there, the master fondle with the nipples..

(Oh no! I could guess what he is about to do, binder clip clamp, i have tried on myself before and I almost teared, removed it in less than a minute, but this time, I cannot choose the timing.. HE FONDLED ON THE NIPPLE TO ERECT THEM SO THAT IT IS EASILY CLAMPED) 

True enough, when both nipples were erected, he took the binder clip to clamp onto my nipple! A SHARP SHOCKING pain immediately! WANTED TO SCREAM, BUT SOMEHOW COULDN'T. Couldn't struggle much too because of the position i was in- Hand bounded up and standing upright on heals and held on on chains by the neck! 

Master promptly removed the both the handles of the binder clip so there is no way to take out the binder clip unless he placed back the handle..

Then, he put the the bra back in position and the uniforms pulled back in place.. the pain keeps increasing that I struggled and squeezed my legs tight! AND HE JUST STOOD THERE WATCHING ME ENDURE THE PAIN FROM THE CLAMP...

I COULD ONLY BITE HARD TO ENDURE THE PAIN... FOR 1 MIN...... 2 MIN.... MASTER JUST WATCHED AND MONITOR ME....

After what seems like 10 min, I struggled to speak: "Master, can please remove the clamp? "

Master replied: "MORE MAJOR MISTAKE! You have no rights to speak without permission! NO RIGHTS to ask such question! AND BARELY 5 MINS HAS PASSED!

(seems like when in pain time perception is really wrong) 

This time master did not mention more punishment. Maybe because he was having pleasure seeing my current painful stand and how i struggle.. So he just looked at me with such smile- as if he is watching a movie.. 

After what seems like eternity, he finally walked towards me, unsecure the chain from the overhanging support and said
"you slave, for all your insolence, you will perpetually be collared, and never be uncollared.. all times I will lock the end of the collar to some object to make sure your movement, if you are even allowed to move freely, is within certain radius.. clear???!!!?" 

I croak: "Yes Master. (slight lips shivering) Cassandra is clear. "

Master: "Good, go finish your food, this time on the floor, come!"

He tugged the chain and I was dragged to follow. Could see bits of food on the floor.

Master ordered: "Lay flat on the floor on the front and lick up all the spilled food, you will wiggle around to make sure all spills are licked up! Then go finish the rest and eat like a dog.. If you drop food on the floor, I will make sure you get more from me!"

THE CLAMP IS STILL NOT REMOVED and THE SHARP PAIN IS STILL THERE!!!

To be continued......
Next: Accidental ejaculation..... A very SERIOUS CRIME of a slave....
Preview:
...... Somewhat, all this wiggling and struggling on the floor, coupled with the excruciating pain on the nipple..And the tampons rubbing in my anus..  Halfway through wiggling, I suddenly feels my penis getting hard.. Within split seconds, it started to ejaculate....... 

Part 1-2: Day 1 The initiation

So it begins....

From now on- he is my master..

First he ordered me to surrender all my personal belonging to him. I slowly took out my wallet, unbuckle my watch, took out my hp and emptied all the contents in my pockets and pass it to him. As I am still 'untrained', I just simply and casually passed all this items to him one by one.

I noticed that master is displeased on his facial expression. He remarked: 'Thats not the way for a girl to present things to her master; never mind, you will later be punished for his once your tranfromation is completed. And I will trained you to be a well-behaved submissive gal.. '

I kept quiet, felt scared and feeling blood flushed away from my face.. I did not know how to answer him.

Actually, in fact, he did not give time for me to answer. He started on his next order: Strip down everything and surrender everything you wear folded nicely and place it on the bed.

I did what he told. Took off my t-shirt and shorts, pull down my briefs.. The moment I pull down my brief, I feel so embarrassed, never felt so naked before like nothing on me.. Its so uncomfortable...

I quickly folded my clothes and place it on the bed.

Master remarked again: Now, stand straight, close your eyes and let me inspect you..

I remembered during our discussion that this inspection is on hair.. So having this expectation and knowing what he is doing, I just obeyed..

But what is unexpected is: I hear the sound of duct tape pulling. Sudden shock to me! We did not plan that!... (Yes yes.. the agreement is that he has all rights to deviate the plan because he is the master, but not so fast right). I dare not open my eyes though..

Next, I felt the duct tape sticking to my mouth.. Didn't know duct tape is so sticky. He pressed the duct tape over my mouth, felt suddenly I FELT GAGGED... AND MOUTH SEALED

Then, I could feel some cloth wrapping over my eyes. Oh that I know.. blindfolding..

Next, on each wrist, he cable-tied 3 cable tie like a bracelet. This is what we termed as "bracelet" which will be used to secure me to any objects or even be bounded together.. That way, this 'bracelet is reusable..

After all these were placed on me, I was ordered to place both hands together in front of me. I did as instructed.. I could feel his hand used 2 cable ties tying the 2 wrist bracelet together.

Next, I could hear the sound of chain. That sounds scary especially in blindfolding..

Suddenly, I feel something over my neck.. it don't feel like chain.. What he did was that master has already measured my neck circumference and cut a portion of the PVC rubber hose to that length, then he slipped that chain in through the PVC hose and collared me with it.. This way, the collar will feel stiffer and the PVC hose, being plastic will make me feel more uncomfortable. The chain will keep the neck securely bounded and means no escape once I am chained.

After the PVC hose chain is circled round my neck, I could hear the sound of the lock clipped. I am not officially necked chained. with a tail of chain hanging down. feels the coldness of the chain on my naked body...

that way, there will be no escape..

Next, I could feel master tugging on the neck chain. I COULD FEEL THE JERK on the neck. like signalling me to move.. I instinctively followed where the chain pull. Can't believe how a chain can control me.. I have no idea where I am going, but i could feel master securing the tail end of the chain on something above... (GUESSED HE IS SECURING ME TO SOME HIGH HOOKS SO THAT I CANNOT ADOPT ANY OTHER POSITION OTHER THAN STANDING, bending a little will not be possible as the chain, being secured to top, will not allow)

Next, my hands, already bounded together, he lifted up and cabled tie to the chain right above me.. now I know I cannot bend down or squat down, if not the chain will choke my neck.. In that position, my armpit were exposed as well...

I knew what he was about to do, shave me.. till clean.. First, he used scissors to cut short my armpit and pubic hair.. Then he shaved the armpit, followed by the pubic and my leg hairs as well.. (I shaved my facial hair in the morning before coming to the session, so he need not process me there).. He inspected me all over, found few lose hairs like one near my nipple, which he just simply shaved off as well..

Thereafter, he remarked: Girl, you are shaved, I will give you your last shower.... Enjoy it while you can... (Oh yes, we agreed that shower meant for luxury and a slave is not entitled to use the toilet or shower) He just simply sprayed water over me, mainly to wash away the hairs instead of making me clean..

Now, i figured out where I am, in the toilet!

While splashing water on me with the shower hose, he remarked: "this is also to wash any manhood off you.."

After the wash, could feel he used the towel to wipe my body all over.. to dry me up.. I know that all these act of service by him, I have to later eventually pay him back at least 10-fold.. So deep in my mind, I felt how is this going to be effect on me.. Worried I felt......

After drying, I felt him applying some sweet scented moisturizer all over my body so I may smell girly,... Think he bought it in the supermarket we went.. I FEELS STICKY THOUGH.. FIRST discomfort...

After this cleansing phrase, he removed my blindfold, then released the chain from the HOOK and instruct me to follow him.. I obediently followed him out of the toilet.. There, I could see the whole set of uniform laid on the table with his chosen choice of panty and bra.. The pair of heels...

He temporary removed my chain, cut the bound between the "bracelet".. Now i can move freely again.

HE instruct me to put on the uniform.. I obediently obeyed.

Wearing the uniform...
First, I took the panties and while halfway up my legs, master stopped me. He instructed me to open my legs slightly, standing by the side, push both my testes into the inguinal canal, and pull my penis through my legs to as far back as I could imagine! Oouch!! I could feel the stretch. It felt painful, but i dared not scream.. He managed to stretch to the extend my penis almost touches my anus.. he locked squeezed in in between my butt and instructed me to: close up my legs and pull up the panties.. then after pulling up, did he let go of his hands..

Then he REMARKED: THIS IS THE POSITION OF THIS BODY PART AT ALL TIME! if the position goes off, YOU WILL BE SERVERELY DEALT WITH!

I could only sallow some saliva in.

Sidenote: I had tried the tug and pulling before on my own before.. and with the panties to secure the penis in place. It did not feel as painful as someone does it for me.. The only pain I felt before is eventually some sore pain if it leave it pulled and tucked overnight.. surprisingly, the panties could keep it in position the whole night.. and with mirror, there was no signs of my penis though although there is a sore pain.. Maybe only after awhile, need to re-tuck and pull... which I will find out during this session.. by how many times I will be SEVERELY PUNISHED for having a budge at the front, or the penis is exposed, which a girl should not have in the first place..

Back to dressing up, Next I put the bra on, then the blouse, slowly buttoning it...Lastly the pinafore, I slipped it over my head, when it was in place, I zipped the side up.. immediately I could feel the heat!. Stuffy....

Next I put on the heels, suddenly feel super elevated. but sort of unbalanced and UNCOMFORTABLE.
(We both agreed that this will be the formal version of the uniform, like in formal schools event where heels are worn instead of school shoes)

Then the master passed me a hair band which I instinctively put it on..

Now, I have transformed into a school girl,... But wait, there is a second part, TO BE MASTER's SLAVE...

Immediately, once I am in uniform, new instructions were given: kneel down and bow head slightly, and never to look up..

I obeyed. NEXT HE GIVES A STINGS OF INITIATION INSTRUCTIONS ON BEHAVIOUR

First, he gave me new girly name. He named me Cassandra.. He also gave me a chinese name: Xiao Hui.. As I am now his slave, I have to follow his surname, Lim. So my full name will be: Cassandra Lim Xiao Hui. He instructed that whenever he calls me by my name, I have to respond in a certain way and if have to curtsy..

I was also told not to speak unless given instruction, and even when instruction is given, I can only speak in a gentle and girly manner. And I can never use 1st person pronun.. I can only say: your girl, your slave or the name given to me (and if i have accumulated punishment points, I cannot even use name.)

He said I may eventually have to refer myself as "this slut" or "this sissy"..

My only allowable sitting position is kneeling, and he pointed to be a kneeling spot, that whenever I am not doing anything, I have to be kneeling there. I was also instructed how I should kneel, of cause the girly way will hand neatly placed on the lap..

He also briefed of the punishment points system which he will mentally keep track which I will earn throughout the session. Master will have the final decisions on how many points I have.

The briefing only covers the essentials and he mentioned that I will learn more of his expectations allow the way through punishments. Although I breifed that I may not be immediately punished but may be accumulated in the punishment point.

IN SHORT, I will no longer have rights and never right, I will be regarded as the most lowly being and have to serve and please my master... and behave in the most girly and slave-like manner.

After he briefed me.. I was told to go to the kneeling corner and have my last proper meal, which he packet from me. Instinctively, I just stood up and walked toward the packet food..

There, I was immediately stopped! Master shouted: STOP!!!!!

He shouted: you misBEhaved girl, why didnt you say"yes master" before standing up.. you have also got to say: Thank you Master for allowing Cassandra to eat" and when you stand up, you did not curtsy! Next you walk like a man, with head up, you are not supposed to lift up your head. And you are not supposed to turn your back to me! In such short time, you commited 7 mistakes, MOST OF IT ARE BIG MISTAKES!

I stood facing him frozen, not knowing what to response.. Think I am in deep trouble! I just stood there staring down..

He continued: You will surely be punished for this little girl...... SEVERELY PUNISHED! Is that cleared!

I replied: Yes Master, I am sorry

Oh not!

He raised his voice again: Another mistake, NOTED..

Seems like I have to pay alot of punishment to learn.. I am starting to regret to have this session..

I chokingly replied: Cassasandra is sorry, Master, I will not do it again..

Oh no! another blunder!

This time, Master is not happy any more..

He stood up and ordered: walk to that chair, bend over on the chair!

I turned to walk.. Oh no! another mistake! I did not acknowledge! I did not curtsy after that! I turned my back again!

GUESSED SUCH PROTOCOL IS NOT A 2ND NATURE TO ME..

Master remarked instantly, this time in a singing manner: More mistakes.. Noted..

When I bend over the chair, my mind thought, going to be caned so soon.. feel little scared..

Master pulled up my skirt at the back, pull down my panties.. (Oh no, must remember, not my panties, because I cannot own anything) Should learn to say, pull down the panties, suddenly, felt a sudden JAB into my anus.. He just jabbed a tampons into my anus! Ouch! the suddenness of it really is painful.

Then he pulled back up the panties and said: now, go eat, remember to thank me for the small small punishment..Your main punishment will come later!  you will have this tampon remain in you throughout, if you remove it yourself, more severe punishment will come! Only time it can come out is when I give permission. IS THAT CLEAR!!????!!!

I slowly and carefully replied (words now seems hard to speak, maybe because of the fear struck on me now): Yes Master......... Cassandra is clear.... Cassandra thank master for the punishment.... Permission for Cassandra to go eat?"

Master: Thats better, but can be improved, talk in higher pitch next time! Now go!

Cassandra: Yes Master (This time I remembered to curtsy and walk few steps back before gently taking the packet from the table to the kneeling corner)

To be continued......

Next: Last proper meal..
Preview

Usually, my normal routine, I would eat fast and scope food and briefly bite and swallow, so I just merely brought this habit into this session, not know I have to pay a high price just with regard to food alone....