Chapter 12: Thoughts before my restraints are fitted.
It occurs to me that being permanently restrained is just one aspect of what I’ve requested from mistress. We’ve discussed that one in detail but haven’t really gone into the others. I’ve also asked to be made into a cuckold and said that the forced sissification that I’d witnessed with Fifi excited me a lot too. It now seems I am to be trained to walk proficiently in high stilettos and I’m curious to know if mistress has any more sissy things planned.
An image of me walking on the treadmill for hours wearing locked on high heels leaps into my mind. My hands are cuffed behind me and there are chains leading from my collar to a suspension point in the ceiling to prevent me from falling. mistress is sitting in a comfy chair, monitoring my progress and changing the speed of the treadmill from her phone. She’s smoking a cigarette and enjoying a glass of red wine as she watches me struggle to walk and balance.
It’s an exciting thought but my little daydream is interrupted when mistress walks into the room. “ You seem lost in your thoughts, Craig. Care to share?”
“I’m imagining myself being forced to walk on the new treadmill in high heels.” I admit, feeling a flush of excitement mixed with slight embarrassment.
She smirks, sitting down opposite me. “Were you indeed? I think you’ll make an excellent sissy in training.”
“Thank you mistress, it’s something I’d like to try. I have to admit, the scene you forced me to watch on the TV with Fifi was one of my favourites. I’m curious to know if being forced to become a sissy will form a part of my future.”
Mistress smirks, “I think you already know that, it is after all something else that you want isn’t it?”
“I think so, Mistress. It’s another aspect of humiliation and giving up control that excites me, but we’ve never really done it before…” I trail off, unsure of how to continue.
“Hmmm… It’s not all about the permanent restraint is it? I know you well, Craig, the restraint needs to be mixed with other things and a big part of that for you is humiliation. I know you want to be my little bound sissy slut too. You want me to dress you up in girly clothes, tease you, humiliate you in every way possible and make you walk in ridiculously high heels. You told me that in your story.”
Mistress leans in, her voice low and measured. “But now that it’s getting closer, you’re having doubts, aren’t you? It excites you and you want to try it, to explore that part of yourself, but you’re not sure if you want this to be a permanent part of your new life.”
I nod, as always mistress knows exactly what’s going on in my head. “Yes, Mistress. I’m excited about the idea, but also nervous. I don’t want to disappoint you, but I’m not sure if I can fully commit to being your permanent sissy.”
“Hmmm, leave it with me.” She replies, a devious glint in her eyes.