Part 8
I was woken from my slumber by the sound of the door being unlocked. 'Morning faggot' chirped my new Master. I could only look up at him and nod. 'Right, let's get you into your new routine' he said unlocking the padlock attached to my collar and letting the wall chain drop to the floor. 'If you're a good sissy slut, I may allow you to sleep in a proper bed tonight'. I perked up at the thought. He attached the leash to my collar and helped me to stand. 'I see you used your diaper faggot', again I nodded, embarrassed. He unlocked my thumbs cuffs and made me stand with my arms by my sides. 'Take off the diaper' he ordered and I slid the now pee soaked panties down my legs onto the floor. He unlocked and removes the penis gag, for which I was thankful as he had secured it very tightly around my head. Luckily for me it was a breathable one and I therefore didn't have gallons of drool down my line a ballgag would produce.'Get on all fours' he ordered and I sank to my knees, putting my hands onto the floor in front of mep. He picked up the bulky pee sodden pants and pulled them over my head, laughing as he did so. I had never felt so humiliated. 'Let me hear you sucking on them', he said with glee. Not wishing to start the day on the wrong foot I grabbed a mouthful of material with my teeth and began sucking. Fortunately, the material seemed to retain most of the moisture and I wasn't able to draw much into my mouth, though the taste was undeniably urine. I made loud slurping noises and gulped a lot to try and disguise the fact. After a minute or so, he seemed satisfied and muttered 'what a faggot you are, bitch'. He walked me like a dog around the house again, which I felt was just for show, and then led me upstairs to a bedroom. He walked me across it and through another door into another bedroom, which was much smaller. He pulled off the piss sodden panty/diaper and dropped it into a pink bin. 'This will be your room now faggot' he announced. I took it in. The walls were a vibrant pink colour, with matching pink furniture. 'Most suitable for a sissy fag like you, don't you think?'. 'Yes Sir' I replied, 'it's beautifully girly Sir'. 'And so it should be my little fag bitch, you will sleep here and use this room to prepare yourself as and when I require your various services. You may also entertain guests here, should I decide'. My mind whirled. Guests?
I looked around further, taking in the pink carpet with contrasting pink rug. The pink nightshade and bedside light, the pink bedding, cushions and curtains. A not insubstantial-sized wardrobe with double doors stood behind the doorway. Another door looked like it led into a bathroom.'Everything you need to keep yourself looking like a complete faggot is here for you'. 'I will let you explore for a few minutes' he said turning and leaving me alone. I heard the door lock. I got up from the floor and began to look closer. On further examination I realised that there were yet more anchor points dotted around the room, on the walls, floor and ceiling. On the ceiling there was also what appeared to be a winch and hooks. I found the winding mechanism close to the bed. The bed itself was quite hard, though it had a proper mattress and pillows all lace trimmed and embossed with words like 'faggot', 'sissy', 'whore' 'cum dump' 'cocksucker', etc. You get the idea. Above the dressing table, on which were laid out numerous brushes, make-up items and other girly paraphernalia, in scrolling white writing against the pink background were the words, 'sissy faggot's bedroom'. I looked in the draws of the unit. Each was filled with make-up, lipsticks, mascara, foundation. I had dabbled with make-up years before but without much success. I knew however what everything was even if I didn't know how to use it effectively. I moved to the wardrobe and opened both doors. Inside was a princesses paradise. Ridiculously frilly dresses, blouses, skirts and elaborate but clearly female clothes hung. Mainly pink but with a few other colours too. There were maids dresses in all manner of colours, pinks, reds and the obvious black and white. On racks below were pairs of shoes, all with some form of heel and many appeared to have locking ankle straps. This made me think, so I checked the clothing and all of the maids outfits and most of the dresses had loops and rings which enabled them to be locked onto the wearer. I gulped. I had of course tried on womens clothes before but nothing like these. I could feel my micro-cock stir and I looked down. No chance of it growing though, as it remained firmly locked up. I looked in a chest of drawers and found that to be full of underwear, bras, panties, babydolls, stockings, suspender belts etc. I turned and took it all in then went back through it all to come firm what I already knew - everything was in my sizes. I stopped to think. This is an awful lot of stuff, surely not all for me. I couldn't possible wear even a fraction of what was here.
I moved into the bathroom. There was a sink, bath, shower and toilet. A large cabinet over the sink contained toiletries, toothbrushes and ancillary items, including tampons and panty liners. 'Weird', I thought. Around the bath were several bottles of baths oak and various 'pamper' items. In the shower I found shampoo, conditioner, and shower creams. -'Everything a girl might needed, I thought. As I looked into the shower cubicle I noted another ring attached to the wall. Sir obviously still wants to be able to tethered me, even in the shower. I felt glad there was nothing else in the bathroom.
I heard the door being unlocked and returned to my original kneeling position in the main part of the bedroom. 'Well?' enquired my Master. 'I think you'll perform your duties well with everything you have here, do you agree faggot'. 'Yes Sir', I responded. 'I am a very lucky sissy faggot to have all this at my disposal'. 'You like the decoration?' he asked. 'Very much so, Sir. Its a faggot's delight'. I am humbled that you would spend such an amount on all these things for me Sir'. Sir virtually creased up laughing. 'Me' he almost gafawed, 'you're think I bought all of this'. 'Well, yes Sir of course'. 'This would all have cost a fortune - the clothes and footwear alone would have come to hundreds if not thousands of pounds?'. 'Oh my dear faggot, you are so naive'. 'Isn't it obvious my precious little sissy?'. Everything in this room belongs to you. Not just because it's what a faggot like you should have, but because you bought it!'. 'Wh..wh.. what!' I almost fainted. 'Yes, faggot. All this was paid for from your bank account'. 'B..b..b..but how?'. My head span, I felt sick. W
'What the fuck is going on?' I stammered. 'All in good time bitch'. 'Now, get into the shower'. I took an moment to compose myself and then dropped into my crawling position and made my way into the shower cubicle, where Sir attached a chain to my collar. 'I do 't want you to get any silly ideas he explained'. 'Now, I want you to shower, wash your hair, shave your face and body. I want you hairless from the ears down, or there will be consequences'.
'When you are done, dry yourself and apply lotion all over. Paint your fingernails and toe nail in a suitable sissy faggot colour. Put on some eye shadow, mascara, eye liner and lipstick.' 'Match your lips with your nails and I want them to shine bitch, got it?'. 'Yes Sir'.
'Put on whatever clothes have been laid out for you on the bed and put on the footwear too'.
'Yes Sir' I said turning on the water and stepping under the shower head.
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