The Domme Diet Plan Pt. 01

Ms. Susan said, "Look Shelly, I think the slut's panties might be even cuter than yours. And it looks like his clitty isn't much bigger either." My Mistress and Ms Susan laughed.

My Mistress chimed in. "Slut, you will refer to my friends as Ms. Susan and Ms. Shelly from this point forward. Now show them you have been trained how to properly greet a woman." I crawled forward and tenderly kissed the boots of Ms. Susan and then crawled over and kissed the feet of Ms. Shelly. I thanked them both for the opportunity to serve them. With that done, my Mistress said she was off for a quiet evening with Jason and told the ladies to have fun with her slut. "I will pick up what's left of him at about 8 p.m. tomorrow night." I watched her leave through the door and I was alone with Ms. Susan and Ms. Shelly for the next 24 hours.

My memory of the 24 hours that followed is a bit fuzzy so I guess I should be glad that it was all recorded. At first it was very relaxing. They offered me some water and we just chatted about when I knew I was submissive, where I got my first experiences, and my progress on the new diet plan. They both told me about how they met and some of the crazy places they had been on vacation. And then suddenly, Ms. Susan gave my leash a tug and told me to get on my knees and follow her. I was led into the den and pulled to my feet. My wrists were quickly cuffed to an eye bolt on the ceiling and I was stretched so I was on my toes. Ms. Susan then zipped the hood closed over my eyes and put a ball gag in my mouth and zipped that opening closed. She told Ms. Shelly to just sit and watch.

The next thing I know I was being hit from all directions. Ms Susan whipped my ass, my back, my legs, my chest and especially my cock and balls. There was no warm up. She went right to full speed and continued for more than 15 minutes. She used several different paddles and floggers as well. I tried to scream in the gag but I could barely make a sound. I know I was thrashing about wildly because Ms. Susan kept yelling at me to stand still. She took a short break and pulled out my gag and told me to "Drink slut." I opened my mouth to pull in some fresh air and tasted the piss of my Mistress being poured down my throat. "Your Mistress said you can't get enough of her piss so she left me a fresh supply in the refrigerator. I figure with that and any that Shelly and I give you, you will have no trouble sticking to your diet."

She then jammed the gag back in and went through round two of the assault. This time she used some single tail whips that I knew would cut me with each strike. Each blow was finished by a loud "SNAP." She criss-crossed my back and ass for about 20 minutes before she stopped. I could feel a light trickle of blood on my leg as I tried to catch my breath. Before I could even start to clear my head I was sprayed with liquid. The immediate burning sensation let me know it was alcohol. "I don't want the cuts to get infected slut. You need to take a break. Shelly, release the cuffs from the ceiling, take out the gag and put him in the cage in the corner to rest." I dropped to the floor when my arms were freed. I was dragged to the cage where I crawled in and the door was locked behind me. I passed out in just a few minutes; bathed in darkness from the hood.

I was jolted awake when a cup of ice water was dumped on me through the cage. "Get up slut! I have to piss." Ms. Susan grabbed my leash and pulled me through the cage door. I couldn't see a thing but I felt her pull me between her thighs and I smelled her scent as my mouth was lifted to her pussy. "Open wide!" It started as a trickle then became a steady flow. Through my training at home I was able to keep up and I swallowed it all down. Ms. Susan said. "You have been trained well. Come on slut, you should be refreshed and ready to continue with your punishment."

With that, she dragged me to a table that had been set up in the den. I was strapped down on my back with my legs and arms pulled down to the sides of the table. They were secured in place with the cuffs. In that position my body was completely open to attack. Ms Susan pulled down my panties and revealed my small but erect cock. "Wow that is tiny. No wonder your Mistress needs Jason to satisfy her. But it is perfect for what I have in mind. And I want you to see this." I felt her unzip the hood and pull it off my head. It was a relief to get some cool air on my face.

As she pulled it from my head, I saw Ms. Shelly walk in with a tray. There were dozens of needles, clothespins and clamps of all sizes on it. "I am sure you know what these are for slut. Your Mistress said she was interested in adding needles to her play and I planned on giving her some lessons in a few weeks. But since I was going to be with you tonight, she said I might as well give you a sneak preview of what to expect."

Over the next two hours I was made into a human pin cushion. Ms Susan put needles through my nipples and chest; through my scrotum and up and down my cock. She made a big production of showing me each needle closely before she pinched my skin and slipped it through. She would use her finger to "ping" the needles from time to time sending jolts of pain through me. She also added clothespins and clamps to the little unused space on my balls and to the skin along the inside of my thigh. The clamps along my thigh were connected with a long fishing line. After she emptied the tray on my exposed body she stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Oh your Mistress will enjoy this." When she said that, I looked to my right and noticed for the first time that Ms. Shelly had the camera. "Don't worry, slut. She also filmed your beating earlier tonight. Your Mistress won't miss a thing."

"But slut, so far it has been a bit too quiet for my tastes. I want to hear you scream like the little bitch I know you are." She then pulled the string ripping the clamps off my inner thighs. I screeched in agony. "Oooooo....not bad, slut."

She then roughly twisted the needles back and forth that were inserted straight through my nipples. "AAAAAAAAAHHHH." She repeated that with the needles in my scrotum and finally through my cock. I screamed a little louder with each twist. She then told Shelly to hand her the camera and she told Ms. Shelly how to cause maximum pain with the needles. Every few minutes Ms. Shelly would pour more alcohol over the needles and the pain would intensify.

When I thought the pain was finally going to end, Ms. Susan left the room and came back with a bottle of hot sauce. "Let me show you another neat trick. If you think this stuff is hot on nachos, imagine what it feels like on an exposed cock." My eyes widened and I squirmed. "Don't worry slut, you are going nowhere." She opened the bottle and shook a few drops on her finger and put it in my mouth to give me a taste. It burned. "Nice, huh?" She then moved down to my exposed cock head and dribbled a few drops on the head and down the hole. The pain was indescribable. I screamed so much that Ms. Susan had to gag me to stop laughing. "And it will work in many places." She then pulled out the plug from my "pussy" and drizzled the hot sauce on it. It was then shoved back in my gaping ass. I screamed into the gag within just a few seconds.

I could see Ms. Shelly was getting off as I screamed and thrashed on the table. In fact, after watching the plug shoved back in me she started to make out with Ms. Susan.

As they walked out, Ms. Susan said, "Take a rest bitch. We will back in a while." The pain just continued to intensify as the room went silent. I just concentrated on my Mistress until I passed out from the pain.

When I was slapped awake from my sleep, at least 8 hours must have passed. The needles had been removed from my body and I was covered with a blanket. Ms Susan said, "Oh my God! You were just done when we came back in about an hour later. We tried to wake you but you were just babbling about cum and piss. You probably don't even remember when I pulled the needles out? After that I decided to just let you sleep until morning. So, how you feeling slut?"

"Better now, Ms. Susan. I am sure my Mistress explained that I am not a pain slut so I guess it was more than my system could take."

"There is nothing to apologize for. We put you through some serious abuse last night. Most subs would have begged for us to stop. You screamed loud, but you never used your safe word. In fact, I called your Mistress a couple of hours ago and told her about your performance. She said she was getting wet just thinking about seeing the video." I smiled.

The rest of the day was much less intense than the night before. Ms Shelly did whip and flog me several times and used me to drink her piss throughout the day. I couldn't help but notice that her personality had changed significantly from the time I arrived. At first she seemed almost afraid to look at me. She stayed behind Ms. Susan and was hesitant to participate. By the next day she was suddenly taking control. She smiled each time she whipped me and seemed to get off on calling me a "slut" and a "whore." When she pissed down my throat she kept calling me her "toilet" and threatened to choke me with her shit if I didn't drink every drop. I swear she had an orgasm when she emptied her afternoon piss in me.

When my Mistress arrived to pick me up I was being brutally fucked with a strap-on in my mouth and pussy. Ms. Shelly had selected a 10" monster that she was ramming in my cunt while Ms Susan had a thick 7" dildo in my mouth. My Mistress was beaming as I got fucked. "Well Susan, did the slut live up to your approval?"

"He was everything you said he was. I don't know why you don't like inflicting more pain on him. I don't care what he says. He is a natural pain slut."

"Do you think he has earned a reward for his performance?"

"I don't think I should decide. Let's ask Shelly. What do you think? Should the slut get rewarded?"

Ms. Shelly quickly responded, "Yes Mistress. He has earned a big reward."

My Mistress said, "Flip him over on his back." Ms Susan pulled her strap-on from my mouth and I was rotated on the monster cock buried deep in my ass. I moaned. My Mistress pulled my panties away from my cock and began stroking it slowly while Ms. Susan shoved her cock back in my mouth. "Feels nice. slut? It has been about 3 weeks since I last permitted you to cum. But you did so well with Susan and Shelly that you earned this one." She picked up the pace sliding her hand up and down my cock. "Don't forget slut. You will not cum until I tell you to."

My Mistress knew me better than I knew myself. When it came to masturbating me she could hit my spot right away. If she wanted, she could have made me cum in just a few strokes. In fact, after only a minute she knew I was close to cumming. She just kept reminding me not to cum until I was given permission or I might never be allowed to cum again. She would repeatedly get me to the edge and then stop so I could pull back. This continued for about 15 minutes when my Mistress asked, "Are you ready, slut?" Of course, I tried as best I could to nod my head my throat was hammered by Ms. Susan, but my Mistress was not convinced. "Slut, I assume by the movement of your head and the look in your eyes that you are ready. But since you didn't beg when I asked, you will select an additional "punishment" card even if you make your goal weight. I am going to count down from "10" and I want you to explode on "0." Here, goes...."

My Mistress slowly counted it down and as she said "blast off," I exploded and jets of cum shot out of my cock and all over my stomach, chest and face. As always, My Mistress kept pumping well past the time the orgasm stopped to see how long I would stay stiff and also knowing that this would make the pleasurable act suddenly very painful. When she finally stopped pumping she scooped the cum off me and rubbed it onto Ms. Susan's strap-on. I continued to suck it until it was completely clean.

"I guess it is time to pack him up and take him home. Looks like he got the "punishment" he deserved and probably a bit more." They all laughed. I was told to thank both Ms. Susan and Ms. Shelly by getting on my knees and kissing their asses. I did so gratefully. The plug was then re-inserted in my stretched ass, the hood was placed back on my head, the leash was attached to the collar and I was led by all three women to the car. Ms. Shelly gave me a warm hug as I was placed back in the car for the drive home.

I did manage to suffer through the last couple of days of work that week, though I spent most of the day standing. I told the people I worked with that my back was a bit sore. I thought that would go over better than saying my ass is covered in welts from a whipping I took on Monday from a lesbian Domme and her sub. The third week ended with my weigh-in and a chance to pick another goal card. I lost 7 more pounds and was thrilled when my goal card was for only 5. "Congratulations, slut. You are a winner!! Take a card from the reward bowl."

I picked out a card, opened it and read it aloud, "The thrill of victory and agony of de-'feet.'"

My Mistress commented, "Good choice. A pretty sissy needs pretty feet. Slut, you will be getting a pedicure next weekend. It is about time your toenails matched your bra and panties. And I am sure the customers will love watching you get that pedicure and your toenails painted pink at the nail salon." I shuddered at the humiliation. "Now it is time to select a punishment card for your failure to beg for permission to cum on Tuesday." I had hoped she had forgotten about that, but no such luck.

She handed me the bowl of punishment cards and I selected a card and handed it to her. She looked at it and smiled. "You have drawn a "Mistress Choice" card, slut. Nice timing. I think your punishment should be something that works well with your "reward." She thought a moment. "I got it. In addition to the pedicure you will get the works. You will get a manicure and have long painted nails glued on, you will have your eyebrows done, and you will get a bikini wax to remove any stray hair. I bet you are worried about going to work with the long nails. Don't worry. You will take off a couple of weeks for vacation after you get the nails done and we will have them removed by the time you go back to work. No one will see them when you are at the office. And, finally, to make it more fun for me and the girls in the salon you will be dressed like a girl when you get it all done." I stared on and a bead of sweat formed on my forehead. "Look, slut. If you are getting long painted fingernails and toenails you might as well look the part. You will wear a short skirt and heels. When you sit down your frilly pink panties will be visible. You will wear a matching bra under your blouse and the blouse will be shear and white so the bra is visible through the fabric. You will be SO CUTE, slut!!! Now go get ready for bed. I will call the salon in the morning and make an appointment at a time when they will be busy. I want as many people as possible to enjoy the show." She kissed me tenderly on the lips and left the room. So much had happened so fast and I was sure there was much more to come since the diet had a long way to go.

Week 4—Getting Nailed

My Mistress set my appointment for the following Saturday when the nail salon would be filled to capacity. She asked for the special pedicure "Queen's chair" that is up front in the salon. From that location you can be seen by everyone getting their nails done and everyone waiting their turn. My appointment was for 11 a.m. which I was told was the busiest time of day on the busiest day of the week.

In preparation, my Mistress told me to stop shaving the pubic area for the week since the bikini wax would take care of that. That morning I woke up at the regular time and prepared breakfast for my Mistress. I woke her when it was ready and swallowed her warm morning piss and thanked her for the gift. After having my hour long morning session with the "fucking machine," I took a bubble bath, inserted my butt plug and put on the outfit my Mistress had selected for me. The bra and panties were bright pink. The panties were lace and would have looked very sexy on a woman. On me they looked like lace panties on an overweight guy. I put on the short skirt and blouse. The bra was obvious through the blouse. The skirt only extended a couple of inches below the panties.

I then sat down to have my makeup put on by my Mistress. She spent about 20 minutes adding eye shadow, red lipstick, false eyelashes, and other things I could not even understand in her attempts to make me look more feminine. I should point out that even after I lose all the weight my Mistress wants me to lose I will never look remotely like a woman. My Mistress has made it clear that she loves it that way since it is far more humiliating for me to be an obvious sissy slut then it would be if I could pass for a woman and slip by unnoticed. She of course continually commented on how "sexy" I was as a girl and how the other customers in the nail salon would be jealous watching me receive the royal treatment. She topped off the makeup with a wig she bought years before as part of a Halloween costume. It was blonde and bushy and shouted "whore" when you put it on. She pinned the wig in place to my real hair so it would stay in place. She then stepped back to admire her work.

"Oh slut, you look so HOT! I hope there are no straight men in there because I might have a hard time keeping them away from you!" She giggled. "And for your special day I have a couple of special surprises." She went to the dresser and pulled out a shoebox. From the box she pulled out some pink high heel shoes with open toes. The heels were only a couple of inches as she was still training me to walk on heels. "Stand up and put on your new shoes. I want to see how they look on you." I slipped them on and found they were a perfect fit for my large feet. "Alright slut, model them for me. Walk around like a little lady." She laughed continuously and shouted "whore" and "slut" as I walked around the bedroom. She then told me to come to her and get on my knees and thank her for the new shoes. I kneeled before her and kissed her feet softly. She then pulled out a new collar from the box. It was also pink and said "SISSY SLUT" in large white letters. She removed my padlocked collar and buckled and locked the new collar around my neck. "Slut, you needed a matching collar for your special day so I ordered this one for you. I hope you like it." I assured her that I loved her gift to me and I again kissed her feet. "Oh slut, you can do much better than that." She grabbed me by the blonde wig and pulled me forward between her thighs.

As soon as I smelled her wetness I slipped my tongue in and began licking and sucking her clit and labia. I had been taught to go slow and let the excitement for her build before I took her over the edge. She used her hand against my head and her thighs against my face to control my pace. After about 10 minutes I heard her breath quicken, her thighs squeezed harder on my head and she came with a rush on my tongue. I know that as soon as she starts to cum I am supposed to lightly nibble her clit for about 15 seconds so she can ride it to the maximum. When she finished her explosive orgasm she said, "Wow slut. Either you eat pussy better as a girl or I am just extra horny watching you dressed like one. Stand up and let me look at you." She looked at me and told me to sit back in the make-up chair. "Slut, look at your make-up! You need to practice not messing up your lipstick and eye shadow when you service someone. They might think you are a tramp." She laughed as she fixed my make-up. When she finished she told me to go look at myself in front of the full length mirror in the hall.