*Hello readers! Here is the next installment of my story. Just a reminder that this story contains aspects of Forced Feminization, Sissification, BDSM, and sissy/sex slavery. If that doesn't sound like something you're in to, you may want to exit back and find another story. I would love to know how you think the story is progressing. Your feedback is appreciated.
The door stayed open for a few moments before I heard it close. After that, there was an eerie silence, but I had that sixth-sense itch. The one that told me I wasn't alone in the room. I could almost feel the gaze of someone as they looked upon my helpless, humiliated self.
I finally heard movement across the floor. Someone was walking by the end of the bed. Their steps didn't stop but continued on towards the back of the room towards the bathroom. A light switch clicked on and then clicked off. The person then pulled a one-eighty and headed back towards me. I felt pressure at the foot of the bed but didn't think it was from someone sitting. It sounded like they had set something down. Then that feeling that I had moments before seemed to intensify. I could almost feel the person right in front of me. My body quivered with nervousness. Then a gentle, soft touch brushed down my exposed arm.
"Mmmpphhh!" I cried into my gag as I trembled and shook.
"Sssshhhhhhhh!" I heard someone shush me. "Calm down, little girl," the voice said.
It was a man's voice; one that was deep and gravely. Though my sight was impaired, my other senses picked up other aspects of him. I detected a very repulsive odor of cigarettes that wafted up my nose. It was quite pungent and I figured that's probably where his raspy voice came from. Though that was quite distracting, that didn't stop me from contemplating the words he'd just spoke. What the hell did he mean by 'little girl'?
"Don't start acting up now. You've been obedient so far."
His hand left my arm and I heard him walk back to the foot of the bed. There was the sound of something being unzipped. I figured it to be a bag or backpack as I heard him rooting around inside for something. I assumed he found what he wanted as I heard him walk back to the side of the bed. I felt one hand take ahold of my shoulder and the other my leg. The man pushed me over as far as he could onto my backside. I then felt him lifting the delicate material of the nightie, exposing my stomach and panty-clad crotch.
"I feel I need to start with a little demonstration to let you know your place. You don't need to second guess who's in charge!"
With that final word, I felt a blow come across my exposed stomach. I could hear the howl of the wind as he swung an object through the air. The impact wasn't centralized to one location on my belly, but rather landing in multiple spots; each one equally as painful.
I instantly squealed through my gag in agony, "Oooohhhhhaaaahhhhh!"
His assault didn't stop with just one stroke. Multiple blows erupted all across my abdomen caused me to reel and squirm. I pulled at my bonds and tried to get away from the abuse, but I had little place to go.
"You're here because you were a naughty little thing and I've capitalize on it. You belong to me now and unless you want what's left of your pathetic life to go down the shitter, you'll continue to be obedient and do exactly as you're told." He continued with an incredible fierceness as he laid down his law. "Now, I know that little cock-sucker is full at the moment, so nod your head in acknowledgment of your submission if you understand me."
His words were a lot to take in; especially the term he'd used for my mouth. However, the pain he was inflicting on me was enough that I didn't have time to ponder there true meanings. In an effort to make his assault stop, I nodded feverishly.
"Good. I want you learning early." The whipping stopped but then I felt another terrible pain and an even greater indignity. Through the thong, the man grabbed ahold of my balls and started squeezing. I squealed more into my gag, reeling as my guts twisted and contorted.
"Quiet, you little cunt!" He barked. The man stopped squeezing long enough to pull the thong down to reveal my cock. "Just as I figured, pathetic!" He said. Using two hands this time, I felt him lift my sac with one and then swatting the underside with his other. The abuse caused my twisted insides to ache that much more. "These are good for nothing more than making fun of and abusing."
I heard him go back to his bag and then return. "As your owner, I just can't let something so ridiculous go free a minute longer."
Again, my head whirled as his terminology; as my owner? That thought was jolted out of my head as I felt the man go to work on my crotch. I felt something being secured around the underside of my sac and the base of my cock. He seemed to fidget as he tried to get whatever it was secured. I then heard the disgusting sound of him hocking a loogie, which he in-turn spat on the end of my cock!
"Just a little lube, sweetie!"
I thought I was going to be sick! The only thing that kept me from regurgitating was I knew the vomit had nowhere to go but back down my throat. I felt him take the base of my cock in his hand and then felt something being slid down it. The object was quite confining. He seemed to attach that piece to whatever he'd put around my balls and then I heard the familiar clicking sound of a padlock closing. The man gave a few tugs on the part over my cock. It pulled against the base as well as my balls. He then gave my sac a few satisfying slaps.
"Much better!" He said with glee. "Don't worry; you'll get to see your new chastity cage in just a little bit. All sissies deserve to have their pathetic, so-called cocks locked away and yours is no exception. It's a status symbol so that people know where you rank as well as to keep you from being naughty and trying to play with the little thing. Just so you know, if I catch you trying to play with yourself without permission or trying to get out of your chastity, you'll be in for a world of hurt."
The man sat on the edge of the bed and I felt him gently caress my arm. His graze went upwards till I felt his palm on the top of my head. I could feel him toying with the left pigtail of the hood.
"You just look so adorable laying there in your cute little nightie and chastity cage. I bet you feel adorable too, don't you, Evan?"
His statement was a rhetorical one on many levels. He knew I couldn't answer and even if I could l, I'd tell him I felt utterly ridiculous. Even still, I doubted that was really what he was trying to get at since he seemed to focus more on my name.
"Oh, that name just simply won't do anymore. Not for some sissy as cute as you are." He continued to play with the pigtail. It felt like he was dragging his fingers through the blonde locks. "Though I'll be calling you sissy and other similar names quite often, you'll still need a new name. The question is; what shall we call you?"
A new name? I didn't want a new fucking name! I didn't want any of this! He continued to toy with the hair while I lay there helpless. At one point his fingers began tapping my skull in a rhythmic fashion; like he was thinking and pondering. Then it sounded like he had a eureka moment.
"You know, these lovely, blonde pigtails remind me very much of daffodils. Such a pretty flower; just like you. Therefore, I think your new name is going to be...Dafni. Yes, that'll be a great name for you. Dafni, only instead of being spelled with a P-H like most other girls, it'll be spelled with an F and end in an I. That'll be a much sluttier way to spell it. That, coupled with the way you'll be dressed, and no one will second guess that you're just a little sissy slut."
I moaned into my gag in protest of this new name that I'd been branded with.
"Now, none of that. I know you're quite thrilled about this name change, but you just keep calm."
I heard a jingling sound next. To my relief, I felt him undo the cuff on my right wrist. At that point, I was able to let my legs fall back across the bed. They collided with what felt like the man's bag at the end of the bed which earned me a sharp slap across my ass.
"Watch it, Dafni!" He barked, making sure to use my new name. The left cuff wasn't removed, but instead the right cuff was locked back on my wrist. "Alright, up off the bed. I got your little clit taken care of. Now it's time to take care of your pussy."
My pussy! What the hell was this guy talking about? A sinking feeling in my abused gut told me that I already knew what he meant by it.
I was told to go to the bathroom. The thong was left around my knees and I had to practically waddle there. Of course I would have had to move in a similar fashion due to the hobble chain that was left shackled to my ankles anyways. He never attempted to help me. I had to maneuver on memory alone. I tried to take it slow considering I couldn't see. If I were to take a fall, I wouldn't be able to catch myself with my hands cuffed behind my back. That didn't stop the man from barking at me to hurry up and that he didn't have all evening. I made it relatively unscathed; only bumping into the doorjamb.
Once I was in and next to the tub, the man took ahold of my wrist shackles and attached something to its tiny chain. It sounded like another chain as I heard the clanking sound of metal on metal as he seemed to put the other end over the curtain rod. That sound continued as he pulled my arms up into a most uncomfortable position, causing me to bend slightly at the waist.
Once I was secured in that position, I heard the man leave for a moment. When he returned, I felt him brush past, leaning over my backside while he seemed to hang something else from the curtain rod. While still propped up on the small of my back, he used his other hand to pulled one of my cheeks aside.
"This back here," he started as I felt his finger graze over my hole, "Is your pussy!" He gave it some pressure but thankfully didn't penetrate it. "And just like any other pussy, it needs to be cleaned from time to time. That's what we're about to take care of."
His finger was lifted but it was quickly replaced with another object that was cold to the touch. I was told to relax and that fighting it would only make it worse; though the way he talked, it was like he wanted me to try it the hard way. Regardless, I did try to keep myself clenched, but I was no match for whatever he had. The item slid inside me, filling up my backside.
