Digital Dominatrix final protocol - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Digital Dominatrix final protocol - chapter 3

“Now, now, sissy. I’ve heard enough complaining from you for one day, why don’t you follow me upstairs, I have a much better use for that slutty mouth of yours!” 

Of course I had a few ideas about what ‘better use’ I could be putting my mouth to as I followed MIss Emma up to her bedroom, my ass swaying as I ascended the stairs in my heels.

“Okay, sissy, I’m going to get changed into something a little more fitting for the evening, why don’t you strip down to your underwear and wait for me here.” Emma said, leaving me alone in her room.

I did as she asked and removed my outer clothes, leaving me waiting in just the ultra-feminine underwear, still wearing the wig and heels.

I didn’t need to wait too long for Emma to return, and what a sight she was!

She had removed her own outer clothes and was wearing a matching set of black underwear, complete with stockings and garters, a stark contrast between her imposing, dominant black and my soft, feminine pink. The most notable addition to her outfit though, was the large rubber cock strapped to her waist, as radiant as the rest of her looked, my eyes seemed transfixed by the strap on.

‘Sissies love to suck cock.’ Another fleeting thought passed through my lust-addled brain.

“Haha, I can tell you like what you see, Michelle.” Emma said, moving to stand right in front of me. “Why don’t you get on your knees and show me you’ve learned.”

Emma’s words brought back memories of yesterday's training, I knew what she expected.

I dropped carefully to my knees with the heels and corset still in place and reached up to take hold of the dildo.

“That’s a ‘good girl’.” Emma said, sending a powerful sensation through me at the trigger word. So powerful that I gasped out loud. As soon as my shiny painted lips parted, Emma thrust her hips forward slightly and the head of her strap on passed between them.

I remembered my training and went to work on the dildo as Miss Emma smiled down at me, seemingly enjoying the show. I made sure to push down as far as I could, until I gagged and was forced to pull back. 

After the second time I had attempted to push further down the shaft, I felt my eyes start to water, no doubt taking some of my mascara with it. Miss Emma made sure to push back whenever I pushed down, ensuring that I was gagging as much as possible. 

I remembered more of my training from yesterday, and decided to go for it….

After a particularly deep gag which caused my whole mouth to fill with saliva, I let Emma’s cock pop free from my lips, feeling drops of my own drool fall from my lips as I did.

“I love sucking your cock, Miss Emma.” I said enthusiastically, before returning to the blowjob. This earned me a moan of approval from Emma.

“Ohh such a good sissy.” She said, clearly enjoying my whorish display. “You’re clearly in a slutty mood today.”

“I love being a slot for you Miss Emma.” I replied, before diving eagerly back onto the dildo.

I kept up my fellating of the rubber cock for a while longer, making sure to take a break to utter some self debasing line or other. Every time I popped the strap on free from my mouth, more drool would follow, falling down my chin and landing on top of the large fake breasts attached to my chest. 

Eventually, Emma had seen enough, or she had decided my face looked thoroughly —, and she told me to get up on the bed on all fours. I knew what was coming, and couldn’t wait!

As I stood up to move to the bed, I caught sight of myself in the mirror on Emma’s wardrobe door….or rather, a bimbo who looked a little like me. I was stunned by the sight of my own reflection, my mascara had run down my cheeks as my eyes watered from my gagging, my painted lips were smeared, giving me a definite pornstar appearance. The boobs stuck to my chest were shiny and smeared with my own drool, pushed into a deep cleavage by the bra and corset, with a noticeable hourglass shape. Clad in the pink ensemble along with the blond wig, it was hard to see myself as a man at that moment.

I felt Emma climb up onto the bed behind me and quickly pull the panties down, exposing my ass. I felt, as well as heard, lube being applied to my rear, before Emma took hold of my hips and began to press inside with her strap on. 

There was less resistance than before as she slowly entered me, I guess I was getting used to being filled back there, so it wasn’t long before she found her way into a rhythm. 

I could have taken a moment there for the implications of this position to sink in, to think about how humiliating this position should have been for me. I mean, here I was, on all fours on a bed being taken from behind by a fake cock that I was just happily sucking on as my huge boobs bounced around underneath me, but I was too far gone to think about anything like that now. This just felt right.

I felt a change in Emma’s rhythm and heard her begin moaning, signalling that she was starting to get close to orgasm as I pulsed in my cage. 

“Yes! Harder!” I was surprised to hear those words come out of my mouth, I was so lost in the moment that I was actually begging her to fuck me harder! 

“Oh! Does my little slut like that? Does Michelle like getting her ass pounded by her Mistress strap on?” Emma asked me as she picked up the pace, I could feel her hips slapping into mine with every thrust as I rocked back and forth.

“Yes, yes! I’m a sissy slut for you, Miss Emma. Please use me!” I replied.

“Oooh yesss. That’s a good slut!”

I heard Emma let out a long moan as she came while slamming into me, she gave one more hard thrust, burying herself to the hilt and grinding slowly around, clearly stimulating herself with her end of the dildo as she moaned in pleasure. I could almost feel my own orgasm approaching when she had stopped, and I actually whined a little as she slowly removed the cock from my rear. 

“Hmm, please!”

“There there, sissy. I think I’m all fucked out for tonight, and you were so close too I bet.” Emma said as she collapsed down next to me.

“I was, it felt so good but I just couldn’t get there.” 

“You poor dear, and you’ve been such a good girl for me tonight too. If only I had the key for this little cage of yours.” She said, softly stroking the front of my cage. “I would happily reward you for tonight. Oh well.” In that moment, I really wished Emma was the one in control of my cage. It wasn’t until a little later that I realized that that is exactly what she wanted too….

—

I woke up the following morning with my clitty throbbing inside its cage and my ass a little sore as Miss Emma slept peacefully next to me, the softness and warmth of her body was both a comfort and a turn on.

“Morning, sissy.” She said, her eyes slowly opening.

“Morning Miss Emma.” I said, gazing at her with obvious lust and desperation.

“Last night was fun. I really hope we can do it again.” She said, smiling.

“Me too. I just wish you hadn’t stopped when you did.”

“Haha, I’ll bet. Careful, sissy. You might just end up getting so addicted to me using you that you’ll come to crave it.” She added with a knowing smile.

“I think I already do.” I admitted.

“Oh really? Well in that case why don’t you crawl down between my legs and show me how much you crave me with a proper wake up.” I wasn’t about to turn down an offer to please her, so I happily crawled beneath the covers and began slowly lapping at her sex…

—

“Thanks for the ride home.” I said as Emma pulled up in front of my building.

“You’re welcome, sissy. Now you’d better hurry up and get back home, I’m sure your Mistress has something planned for you.”

“Yeah…Can’t wait.” I replied, sarcasm in my voice.

I said my goodbyes to Emma and rushed to the elevator, trying not to bring attention to myself or my huge rack. 

[Mistress training and new decor]

Finally, I was back in the relative comfort of my own apartment, of course I should have known Mistress wasn’t planning on giving me much time to myself.

“Welcome home, sissy. You have a delivery due in the next hour, please make sure you are here to receive it.” Dammit, I was hoping to avoid interacting with anyone as much as I could, what with the boobs and all.

“Yes Mistress.” I replied, simply. At least I had just a little free time while waiting for the delivery. I headed first into the shower to clean myself up, taking care to get as much soapy water onto the breasts as I could, hoping to be able to remove them before work on Monday. After taking care of business in the bathroom, I threw on some clean clothes and underwear and put a load of laundry into the washer, before sitting down to scroll through my phone as I waited.

About an hour and fifteen minutes later (typical) Mistress let me know that the delivery was outside my door, clearly using the doorbell cam she was so fond of.

I had on the baggiest hoodie I owned, but it still wasn’t enough to hide the large chest I was sporting, so I opened the door just a small amount to see a young delivery woman standing there with a large box and a smaller package on top.

“Umm, are you ‘Michelle’?” She asked, uncertainly. 

“Oh, yeah, I usually go by Mike.” I replied, taking the package from the girl and moving it inside before taking her tablet and signing my name. I could see her eyes carefully studying every part of me as I handed back the tablet, clearly she was trying to weigh up my situation.

“Thanks.” I said, quickly closing the door before she could ask any questions. I was shocked to hear the delivery girl use the name Michelle, but when I checked the label, there it was, where it should have said Michael, it said Michelle, Mistress had changed my name on my online shopping app!

Once I was back inside with my package, Mistress spoke once more through the smart speaker.

“Sissy, your first task for today is to open the smaller package, and wear the items you find inside. You have twenty minutes to complete this task.” I didn’t need telling twice, not anymore anyway. 

I tore open the first package and at first glance, thought Mistress had made a mistake and ordered something I already owned as I was clearly looking at a packaged maid’s outfit. Upon closer inspection though, the new outfit differed quite a lot from the last one. 

In short, as I unwrapped the new outfit, it was similar to the old one, but much, much sluttier! There were sheer side panels that would expose the skin near my ribs, and the whole upper section was cut so low that most of my chest would be on display. It was clear that this outfit was designed for someone with a generous amount of cleavage, a box I was currently ticking.

With Mistress giving me a time limit to get ready, I decided to just take off my outerwear and throw on the new maid's outfit .

The outfit came with sheer, black stockings and a small, clip on head-band. It was clearly designed to be worn without a bra, having a slightly reinforced neckline to support the bust, while making sure about sixty percent of the wearer's chest was on display. The apron was a part of the main dress itself, sewn onto the skirt portion.

I use the term ‘dress’ lightly here, as there was only a small, flared out section, lined with white frills to represent the skirted portion of the outfit. It was designed to be a tight fit, and when I finally had the outfit all in place, I was looking at the reflection of a busty fetish model. The black panties with white trim were pretty much constantly on display and I was finding it difficult not to be turned on by my own reflection. The corset’s outline was visibly imprinted against the tight fabric of the maid outfit and of course my forced hourglass figure was clearly discernible as a result.

I didn’t have much time to admire my reflection though, as Mistress still had something for me to do.

“Very good, sissy, you now have ten minutes to apply your makeup. Mascara, eyeshadow, blush and lipstick or lipgloss are a must, anything else is up to you.” 

I followed my orders and sat down at my makeup table, which used to just be a laptop desk, and here I had just thought of it as a makeup table! When I was finished, I was instructed to put on my heels and reinsert the fully charged butt plug.

“Excellent, sissy. You may now open the larger box of your delivery, inside you will find several items. For your bedroom, you are to take these new items and use them to replace their counterparts that are currently in use. Get to work.” 

I tore open the larger box and began taking out what was inside, I guess it looked like my bedroom decor was getting a switch up. The first item I opened up was an entirely new bedspread, of course it was a bright pink color and had a frilled trim around the edges. The set came complete with light pink bottom sheet and pillow cases that matched the style of the duvet cover. 

I stripped off my current bed spread and went to work replacing them with the pink ones, with the large double bed being the centrepiece of the whole bedroom, the pink covers and pillows gave my whole room a feminine air. 

My bedroom’s new femininity was only going to get worse as I opened up a set of pink curtains to replace my old ones.I hoisted the curtain pole down from the small window that looked out over the street and panicked a little as I realized anyone looking in would be able to see me. Of course I was pretty high up so there wasn’t really much chance of being spotted, but it was still nerve wracking when I lifted the pole with my new, pink curtains back into place.

“Good girl.” ‘Bzzt!’

I was rewarded with my favorite trigger as I completed the task of feminizing my bedroom.

“Keep the butt plug in place and get to work cleaning your apartment. You can bag up your old bedding and curtains, you won’t be needing them for a while.”

I got to work following Mistress’ instructions, I bundled up my old bedding into black trash bag and tied it off, leaving it near my bedroom door telling myself I'd find somewhere for it later but not really knowing when I would be allowed to use it again.

I spent the next hour or so cleaning up around my apartment, this place had never been as tidy! I was rewarded intermittently with the trigger and the plug, further reinforcing it I’m sure. Until at some point in the afternoon, Mistress spoke up, telling me I had more ‘training’ to do.

“Sissy, it’s time for more training. Please retrieve your dildo and attach it to a section of your apartment with hardwood or linoleum floors, this spot must be in view of one of the cameras. Before you begin, insert one of your wireless earphones.” I thought I knew what was coming as I grabbed the dildo with the suction cup base.

My bedroom area was carpeted, so that left the rear portion of my living space, which had hardwood leading up to the entrance, or the kitchen area, which had linoleum. The bathroom was tiled but no cameras and the kitchen was where I made food so it felt a little wrong to do what I was sure I was about to do in there, so I had to use a section of hardwood just a little further back behind my couch.

“Very good sissy, you may now remove your plug and position yourself above the dildo.” I did as I was told, dropping to my knees with my panties lowered down enough so that the head of the rubber cock was a few inches away from my back passage.

“Lower yourself onto the dildo, sissy.” The emotionless command came as expected, and I followed, as expected.

Impaling myself on the rubber cock was different to when Miss Emma fucked me, with her it felt almost loving, possessive and controlling, like she was claiming me, in a tender sort of way. But squatting down on my living room floor, panties around my knees and lowering myself onto a dildo just felt dirty. Like I really was becoming a sissy slut, huge fake tits on display as I planted myself on a rubber cock on my own floor. 

Having been told to place an earphone in, I could guess what came next. I had learned to suck cock, now I was going to be taught how to fuck it.

“Repeat the following phrases as you hear them, sissy. Begin riding up and down on the dildo as you repeat the phrases, do not stop your movements for more than two seconds at a time or face punishment.” Mistress said, before the first phrase played from the smart speaker.

“Oh please take my sissy ass, Mistress.” I repeated the first phrase and raised up on the dildo, as I did so, the earphone began playing a quiet backing track as I began slowly moving up and down on the cock stuck to my kitchen floor. I couldn’t quite make out what the voices in my ear were saying, but I knew it would be more of the sissy themed hypnosis I had grown so accustomed to.

“Spank me, Mistress.”

“Slap my sissy ass as you fuck me.”

“Harder, Mistress. Please fuck me harder.” Hearing my own voice saying such humiliating and degrading things was driving me crazy, I was more horny I thought I’d ever been before…..again! After the night with Emma, and now all of this, I was so desperate to cum I would have done anything. I focused on the feeling of the dildo sliding in and out of my ass and tried to get as much pleasure out of this training as possible by upping the intensity of my thrusting.

I bounced up and down on the cock for all I was worth, causing my fake tits to bounce around in the tiny maid’s outfit, pulling harshly on my skin underneath as they did. I actually had to raise my hand to hold them in check as I bounced.

“I’m such a slut for your cock.” I didn’t even care what I was saying anymore, I no longer felt the humiliation, I just needed the orgasm.

“My ass belongs to you, Mistress.”

“I love taking your cock.”

“I love taking it in the ass.”

As I bounced up and down, I felt almost close to cumming, but my thigh muscles started to cramp up, so I had to lean forward a little to give them a rest, forgetting about Mistress’ earlier warning.

“Get back to your training, sissy. You have just earned yourself a punishment.” Dammit, I really didn’t want to know what kind of punishment she had in mind.

I returned to bouncing up and down on the fake cock, but the cramp and the brief rest had distracted me enough that I no longer felt orgasm approaching.

After another couple of minutes, I was too distracted to hear my front door opening.

“Oh my god, dude, what the FUCK?!” The sound of Kate’s voice put an immediate end to my movements. What the hell was she doing here?!

“Kate…I” 

“Save it, Mike. I was on board with having a little kinky fun, exploring your fetishes or whatever, but this….this is a little too much.” 

“I know, I’m sorry, it’s just….I’ll explain.” I said, but I actually had no idea what I was going to say to her as I let the rubber cock spring free from my ass. I stood up, on incredibly shaky legs, and it took me too long to realize my panties were still around my knees. 

“There’s no need to explain. I get it, really. But texting me to come over so I can watch you fucking a dildo on the floor of your apartment, looking like a total bimbo whore is NOT cool.” Wait, did she say I texted her? 

Mistress! So this was her punishment, she had clearly texted Kate and then let her in via the digital lock.

“I’m sorry, Kate. I know this looks bad-”

“BAD. You look like…like a total slut. I’m sorry, Mike. Really. But I don’t think I can keep playing these games with you anymore. This one was a step too far. I’ll see you around.” Kate turned and headed towards the door.

“Kate, wait.” She stopped in the doorway and turned toward me, pausing for a second before speaking.

“Your panties are still around your knees.” With that comment, she was gone. 

I was a little hurt at the way she had left, I really didn’t want to upset Kate, she had been a good friend and neighbor for as long as I had been in this building, but I knew that with the Mistress program running, there was no way for me to fix this. Maybe when I finally get rid of the program, I could smooth things over, show her I wasn’t a depraved slut….at least not all the time.

“Sissy, your anal training is complete for the day. You now have thirty minutes to yourself before your next instruction.” Dammit. Even after what had just happened with Kate, the Mistress program wasn’t going to let up.

I spent the rest of my Saturday following Mistress orders. She gave me time in between tasks to eat or use the bathroom, but other than that, I was jumping from one order to the next. I spent an hour or so on the treadmill, practicing in the heels, not that I needed it anymore. The sexy sway in my hips came so naturally to me when I had the heels on that I didn’t need to think about it anymore.

I spent an hour or so practicing my makeup, following along with videos on my laptop as I learned various different techniques while sitting in my feminized bedroom. When I was done with the makeup training, it was starting to get late, and I thought I might actually get an hour or so to chill out and wind down, but Mistress shocked me with her last message of the evening.

“Well done sissy, your training is done for the day, make sure you get a good night's sleep, I am scheduling you an appointment for tomorrow.” 

Wait, did she say an appointment?

“Woah woah woah. I can’t go to any appointments looking like this.” I said, gesturing to the obvious tits on my chest. “There’s no way I will be able to get rid of the boobs by tomorrow.”

“Correct, sissy. I am scheduling you an appointment for tomorrow.”

“No no no. Please! I can’t go out with these things! Can you not reschedule? Just push it back another day or two.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, sissy. My programmed schedule needs this appointment to happen tomorrow to remain on schedule.”

“But please Mistress. I can’t go out looking like this, isn’t there anything else we can do?”

“Please wait.” Mistress replied, before going quiet for a few moments, leaving me staring at the spinning yellow light on top of the smart speaker.

“Okay, sissy. I have come up with an alternative arrangement that will avoid you having to go out to your appointment tomorrow. However, this will mean that the appointment will happen here. I have scanned the website and discovered that I can arrange for a housecall. Would you prefer this?”

A house call, that still didn’t sound appealing, it meant a stranger would be coming to my house to see me with large, false tits, but it had to be better than going out in public.

“Okay. Yeah, let’s do the house call.” I said.

“I can schedule the house call instead, however this change must come at a cost. A choice.”

“What choice?” 

“My current schedule has another appointment queued for later in your training. An appointment that is programmed to be scheduled towards the very end of the Digital Dominatrix training program. In return for my making an adjustment for the house call, I will move up this additional appointment to tomorrow, also as a house call. Do you accept these terms, or would you like me to schedule the original appointment?”

“What are these appointments, exactly?” I asked.

“You will find out when they happen. Do you accept these terms, or would you like me to schedule the original appointment?”

“Ugh! Fine, I’ll take the house calls.”

“Scheduling….The appointments have now been scheduled. Enjoy the rest of your evening, sissy.”

I collapsed onto my bed after a late night snack, reflecting on the day's events and on whether or not I would make it to the end of this final protocol. Mistress was repeatedly upping the intensity, almost forcing me out in public with tits glued to my chest.

One thing was for sure, I wasn’t looking forward to finding out what tomorrow's appointments would be.

End chapter 3.