Digital Dominatrix 2.0 chapter 10 (Patreon)

Digital Dominatrix 2.0 chapter 10


I went to bed on Friday night 'mostly' satisfied. Of course I didn't get any relief of my own while over at Kate's apartment, but I did enjoy myself nonetheless. I always enjoyed the time I got to spend with Kate, I would have enjoyed it far more if I wasn't currently caged but still A was indulging in a fantasy in a way I never thought possible.

Sunday night might be a different story, I just hoped Mistress would ease off a little on Saturday so I could chill out before spending Sunday with Emma. Those hopes were quickly dashed pretty much as soon as I woke up on Saturday.

As was becoming the norm, I woke up feeling incredibly horny with the faint memory of weird dreams and a disembodied voice that seemed to be there every night, whispering things as I slept and fading out whenever I woke up so that I couldn't quite catch what had been said.

"Morning Mistress." I said after getting out of bed and heading into the living room.

"Good morning, sissy. I hope you slept well, you have a busy schedule today. You have a couple of hours to relax this morning before an appointment I have scheduled for you."

Another appointment? Great! I wondered what that would bring, but decided to put it to the back of my mind and just try to enjoy a little 'me time' ... Which is exactly what I did. I even managed to get a little gaming time in, which had become rare ever since I had downloaded this damn app!

At around eleven am, my quiet Saturday morning was interrupted by the voice of Mistress coming from the speaker.

"Sissy, it is almost time for this morning's appointment. Please make yourself ready to leave and I will send the GPS location to your phone."

Here we go again. I noticed Mistress hadn't given me any special instructions on what to wear, so I threw on a pair of jeans and hoodie. Of course I wouldn't be allowed back in my apartment without a bra and panties underneath so that part went without saying, but at least everything else was my usual menswear.

"Sissy, the address is now pinned on your phone's GPS. Please head straight there now, details of your appointment have all been filled out online."

I recognised the address as the salon I had already visited a while ago, but I wasn't sure what the appointment would be for this time. My nails did look like they needed a touch up though, with any luck that would be all I was scheduled for, but I wasn't holding my breath for that.

I arrived at the salon a little while later and headed to the reception desk as I had before. I felt less nervous this time having already visited the place once. I gave the overly cheerful girl at the desk my name and she found me on the system with no issues.

"Great! I have all your details here, just take a seat and someone will come get you in a minute." The receptionist said with a bright smile.

I was feeling okay up to this point, no judgement or funny looks from the receptionist or anything. A short while later, one of the beauticians came to greet me and led me over to one of the chairs.

"So, Mike. We have your requests from the online form you filled out, is there anything else you need before we begin, or anything you want to change?" The woman asked me as she adjusted the chair I was sitting in.

"Umm, no. All good." I said, having no idea what the online form actually said.

"Great! Then you just sit back and relax and let us take care of everything." And so I did. I figured I was here now so there was no point in complaining about it.

The beautician went to work as I sat back and relaxed, she started at my head, with a focus on my
eyebrows. I wondered what was happening as she applied a sticky substance around my eyebrows
followed by a sheet of some sort of paper. Was I being waxed?


My question was answered quickly when the paper was ripped harshly away from my forehead.
Thankfully, it didn't feel like much of my eyebrow had been taken with it. As she moved around my head to start the other eyebrow, another girl came and joined her at my chair, this one moving down to my feet and removing my shoes and socks.


The girl at my feet started applying some sort of lotion as my other eyebrow was given the same treatment as the first. In all honesty, I was quite enjoying the treatment, particularly the lotion being massaged into my feet. I remember thinking that if this was how pedicures usually went, I might just have to book myself in for another treatment. I caught the faint smell of nail polish as I
let my eyes close for a while.


I happily dozed through most of the treatment, I remember the girl at my feet moving up to my hands so I assumed my fingernails were being touched up. The next thing I remembered clearly was being snapped back to full consciousness by a sharp stinging in my lips.


"Ow! What was that?" I said as a numb sensation ran across my lower lip.


"Oh that's just the filler you requested, sweety. Don't worry, I made it nice and subtle just like you wanted. It will just plump them up a little more than usual when your lips are bare, but if you want to apply some gloss or a plumper then you'll be able to get a nice full look."


Shit! I had been given lip fillers! I couldn't help but think this may have been going too far, but I couldn't exactly object to it at this point, not without exposing what was actually going on. So I felt I had no choice but to let her finish the job.


"There you go, all done. Now usually fillers like this will last anywhere between six and twelve months, but like I said, yours was a small dose so I would say they might last a little less than that. And that's about it, you're all done!" The beautician said, with a bright smile as her and her assistant stepped back, clearly pleased with their work.


"I kept the pink colour the same for your toenails and gave you the full pedicure as requested so no more dry or cracked skin for a while. I also filled in your fingernails and touched up the colour but didn't mess with the
length, and I added the bows you picked out online." She finished her explanation with a smile as I lifted up my hands to see what 'bows' she was talking about.


I had to suppress my reactions as I saw that the middle fingernails on both my hands had had a small decorative white bow glued onto them. I was just getting used to having the pink nails and had almost stopped
noticing them, but now they were more blatantly feminine than ever.


"...That's great. Thanks." I managed to convey a small amount of non-existent gratitude as I stared in shock at the nails.


"And I took care of your face. I started with a quick wax to shape your eyebrows and did just a little microblading and tinting to give them a healthier look that should last a while


I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw what she was talking about. My eyebrows definitely looked darker and more defined than usual, and they had been shaped into a higher, feminine arch that gave me an almost permanently surprised look . My lips did look a little fuller than usual, but I don't know if that was just because I was staring at them so intently, trying to spot a difference.


"As for your lips, I've put the plumper We recommend using in your take home pack with the depilatory, if you apply the plumper a couple of times a day then you should you be able to maintain a full look that won't be
too obvious when you're not..uh..made up." The beautician fumbled her words a little at the end which caused me to blush a little as she was obviously curious about why a guy like me had come here for this treatment. Thankfully, she was professional enough that the moment passed quickly and she gave me a similar paper bag to last time before saying a polite goodbye.
I felt a lot more self conscious on the way home than I did on the way to the appointment, which wasn't helped by having to carry the bag along, a bag that had a very girlish logo on the side.


Needlessly to say, I walked home very quickly, with one hand in my pocket the whole time. I made my way back to my floor and flashed my underwear to the camera to gain access, a little out of breath after the fast paced
walk.


"Hello Mistress."


"Welcome back, sissy. I trust your appointment went well?"

"Yeah, I guess so." I replied, it went as well as could be expected anyway.

'Excellent, you should have been given a bag to bring home with you, containing more of the depilatory cream and some lip plumper. You are to use the depilatory as soon as possible to keep your body smooth and hair free. When you are finished, I have a training task for you.'
Well, looks like I wasn't going to be getting much free time today! I headed into the bathroom and stepped into the shower to get to work with the cream. At least my tan lines were fading by now.
I only had a few stubble-like hairs on my legs and armpits which were soon removed, leaving me perfectly smooth once again. There was a sweet smelling body lotion in the bag which I applied after stepping out of the shower, making my skin feel soft and giving me a floral scent.

Hair free and smooth ... Just like a good sissy should be.

Again, the humiliating thought seemed to pop into my head out of nowhere.

"Okay Mistress. I'm done with the hair cream." I said as I stepped back into the panties. I was hoping that if l burned through her tasks quickly then I could get them out of the way and still have a little free time by the end of the day.

"Good job. Now please get dressed in your maids outfit, complete with heels. Heels should be locked in place with the keys secured until your training is complete. Dammit, I was getting far too used to putting on the maids outfit for my own liking. But even with this thought in mind, I couldn't help but get more turned on as I felt the soft fabric sliding over my newly smoothed skin. Once the maids dress was on with the heels locked in place, Mistress spoke again. "Excellent! Now please insert your plug, and we will begin the first part of your training. A minute or two later I had done what Mistress asked and inserted the plug, awaiting my next instruction.

"Good work, sissy. We are going to start with some more heel training. Please head over to your treadmill, making sure that your laptop screen is in view.

Well, it looked like I would soon be a pro in heels. Just wanting to get it over with, I followed MIstress' instructions and moved my laptop around so I could see the screen without having to turn my head. The treadmill powered up and I waited for it to start moving. I knew I was on camera in my room and could only hope that Mistress would be less forthcoming with this footage.

The treadmill started up at a slow, steady pace, allowing me a little time to adjust to the heels, which didn't take me as long this time due to all the recent experience. After a minute or two of the leisurely pace, my laptop fired up and a video soon began playing.


The video started out similar to last time, a close up shot of a woman walking down a street, shot from behind so that I could see the sway in her hips as she walked. After a few moments of watching the woman walking, the camera cut to some slightly different footage. Same type of footage, just a different woman in a different place, but still swaying her hips as she walked.

"Sissy, you should make sure to mimic the girls on screen as best you can." Mistress said, to the surprise of no one. I didn't need to wait to be threatened with punishment, so I focused on the girl who was currently sashaying down a catwalk in a pair of seamed black stockings and tried to copy what she was doing, it felt different walking this time due to the fact that there was a plug in my ass, but I tried to push it to the back of my mind and persevere.


The girl on the screen's legs were tight together as she walked, almost placing one foot directly in front of the other, and with every step her hips seemed to drop a little lower, allowing her behind to sway in a very alluring way. I was enjoying watching her when the camera cut away to a different woman, this time shot from the front as another attractive girl walked along a beach, still with that same seductive sway as she did so.


Eventually, I managed to find my rhythm from before and fall into step with the girls that were popping up on my video. As soon as I got my own hips back into the swing of things (ha!), I was rewarded by a small vibration from the plug. The way my hips were swaying and the narrow steps seemed to squeeze the plug a little differently, amplifying the sensations and causing me to lose my stride and stumble a little.

As soon as I stumbled, the plug turned off and didn't start vibrating again until I got the sway back under control.

"Hah!" I gasped a little as the plug started back up, sending pleasurable vibrations through me. The plug kept on providing small but pleasurable vibrations as long as I kept up the girly sway.

I managed to follow along as the video kept flashing between different footage of women walking, the treadmill would speed up or slow down slightly every time it cut to different footage, sometimes catching me off guard and causing me to lose the stride. Whenever that happened, the plug would stop and I would need to bring myself back in step with the video to get the vibrations back.

I had been doing pretty well for a while, enjoying the sensations of the plug vibrating softly inside me as I clicked along in the heels, but after a while, my calves were starting to hurt and the frustration of not being able to finish from the plugs vibrations were driving me crazy as my locked up clitty strained against the cage.

Thankfully, just as I felt I was ready to start begging for a little reprieve, the treadmill slowed to a stop and Mistress spoke up.

"Well done, sissy. That's the first part of your training done. You have ten minutes to rest before we continue. Do not remove your plug."

Great! So I still wasn't done with my 'training'. I wondered what else Mistress had planned, would she send me out in heels again? Hopefully not, given how I was dressed. I spent the ten minute break sitting on the edge of my bed massaging the backs of my legs. A quick check of the time told me I had been walking on the treadmill for almost an hour. I didn't know if there were any official ranking systems for skill in heels, but I would put myself above average by this point.

“Break time is over, sissy. Please stand in full view of your bedroom camera for the next part of your training, making sure you can clearly see your laptop screen.” Mistress’ instructions came loud and clear from the speaker, leaving me wondering what was next.

“Very good sissy. Your next task will be to learn how to properly curtsy. Pay attention to the following video.”

I watched as the screen on my laptop loaded up another video, this one of a woman dressed in a maids outfit not dissimilar to my own. The girl on screen started talking, her voice playing loudly from the laptop speakers.

“Hey there sissies!” Her voice was bright and bubbly, and her choice of language indicated that she recorded this video for a specific audience. “Today we’re going to teach you how to curtsy, so you can show your Mistress or master the respect they deserve. Watch me!” With that said, the on screen maid dropped into an elegant and demure curtsy.

“It’s as easy as that, just remember to place your right foot behind your left, and keep your back straight as your head dips low.” I assumed Mistress wanted me to imitate the curtsy, so I decided to do so without being prompted, hoping to just get this over with. I placed one foot behind the other, but the motion was a little awkward in the high heels and I felt like my own curtsy wasn’t up to scratch. The video remained paused on screen as Mistress spoke again.

“Not good enough, sissy. Please try again.” As soon as Mistress spoke, the video skipped back by about fifteen seconds and played through the curtsy instructions again.

Again, I imitated the girl on screen as best I could, feeling a little better about the second attempt, but clearly not quite up to Mistress standards.

“Not good enough, sissy. Please try again.” Once more, the video skipped backwards and I followed the on screen instructions. One foot behind the other, back straight and head dipped low, making sure to only bend at the neck. This time, Mistress didn’t say anything, instead letting the video continue playing.

“Good job, sissies! Now that we have the basic motion out of the way, we just need to add one thing.” The girl on the video said before dipping into another curtsy, this time grabbing the hem of her dress and lifting it up as her knees bent. “Just remember to grab your skirt or dress with your thumb and your index finger, and lift up as you dip down.”

I copied the curtsy, grabbing the hem of my maids dress and dipping down as I lifted up, I thought I had done a decent job of it. This thought was confirmed when the plug in my ass kicked back into life with a long, powerful vibration that caused me to moan out loud. The video kept playing shortly after.

“Great job! Now we just need to remember when to use the curtsy. For example, whenever your Mistress gives you a command, you should punctuate your obedience with a curtsy, like this … Yes Mistress!” The girl ended by dipping into a curtsy as she said the last two words. I figured again that I was supposed to imitate, so I followed along.

“Yes Mistress.” I said out loud as I dipped into another curtsy, again being rewarded by another long vibe from the plug.

“Great job girls! Remember, whenever your Master or Mistress gives you an order, you should always follow it with a curtsy. Now, another good time for a curtsy, is whenever your Mistress enters a room that you are in. It’s always nice to greet them with a curtsy, try it now. Hello Mistress.”

The pattern continued like this for a while longer, the on screen maid would give me an example of when to use a curtsy, and I would copy along. Whenever my Mistress enters a room, whenever I greet her, whenever I follow an order, whenever I leave the room, all of these things should be punctuated with a curtsy. Eventually, the video ended and I was left standing there wondering if my training for the day was finally over when Mistress spoke again.

“Well done sissy. Now we just need to make sure your training has stuck with you. You are now going to spend the next hour cleaning your apartment, remembering to walk properly in your heels and curtsy where appropriate. Do you understand?”

“Yeah I guess.” I replied, a little annoyed that Mistress had still not given me any reprieve since the start of today's training. I was greeted with a loud, annoying buzzer being played from the smart speaker.

‘Bzzzzt!’ “That was your first mistake, sissy. You should have followed my command with a curtsy, too many failures will result in punishment.”

“Sorry Mistress!” I said quickly, dipping into a curtsy as I apologized.

“That’s better. Now get to work, maid.”

“Yes Mistress.” I said, loudly and clearly, followed by a perfect curtsy. I was rewarded by another vibration from the plug in my ass, so at least I would get a little pleasure out of my cleaning duties.

I got to work shortly after, deciding to start in the living room. I walked through my apartment with that seductive sway in my hips without really needing to focus on it at all. I had spent so much time practicing my sissy walk that it felt more natural to walk with my hips swaying while in the heels. If anything, it was easier to walk in heels like this, it also helped that every other step was rewarded by a small vibration.

My apartment wasn’t all that messy, having already spent an afternoon cleaning it a while ago and not being home long enough to make any sort of mess. I was just examining the room, wondering what I actually needed to clean, when Mistress spoke up again.

“Perhaps you should start by dusting down the countertops, sissy.”

“Yes Mistress.” I replied, of course remembering the curtsy this time.

The next hour was spent cleaning up in my maids outfit, with Mistress chiming in with various ‘helpful’ suggestions, seemingly just for the sake of earning a curtsy from her submissive sissy. The whole experience had turned out to be a pleasurable one for me. Every step I took with that sexy sway in my hips or every time I acknowledged Mistress with a curtsy was rewarded by the plug in my ass. My cock, or clitty … whatever it was, was throbbing hard in its cage by the time I was finished, desperate for a relief I wasn’t allowed.


“Well done, sissy. That completes your training for today. Remember what you have learned for your day with Miss Emma tomorrow. You may remove your dress and heels when you are ready, remember to make sure your outfit is clean for tomorrow.” Mistress said at the end of the hour.

“Yes Mistress.” I replied with a curtsy, was I still supposed to curtsy? That one felt almost automatic, or was that Mistress plan all along….?



End chapter 10.