Bondage As Punishment

I wasn't sure if my dressing feminine was expected to be back full time or just yesterday.  Last night Mistress indicated that it was not just for yesterday.  It's back on.  I can honestly say I wasn't it expecting it to be full time.  There are some challenges to it, but I want Mistress to challenge me more than I can put into words.  And by the hard-on in my pants I can tell you it's a good thing she is getting strict with me again!

Now for the post I created yesterday for today since I am out all day.

I am a huge fan of being tied up.  That really is #1 at the top of my list.  The tighter the better.  The other day I ran across a video of a woman tied up in an impossible position (for me at least).

http://asianastarr.com/asiana/category/whats-inside/

Listening to the banter between her and her Master you learn that she has been in this position for around 35 minutes.  She is pretty much wrecked.  It hurts to stay in this position and it hurts to move as blood moves back into numb parts of her body.  She is in tears and her breathing is labored.  I am absolutely fascinated.  Fascinated by her flexibility.  Fascinated by his sadism.  Fascinated by the concept.

He keeps taunting her.  Asking her questions.  She is in such distress she can't answer him.  He threatens her with more time and she finally answers him.   At one point he removes the rope that runs behind her neck that is keeping her keens toward her face.  While the release should be a relief, it's excruciating.  After the initial shock wears off you can see some relief, but not near enough.

The beauty of this is that he doesn't have to do anything else.  Time is the enemy.  He doesn't have to hit her or hurt her in any way although he could.  All he has to do is sit and get in her head.

Watching this I am extremely jealous.  To take something that is my favorite activity and make it my worst enemy is such a hot idea.  The most I have felt this way is with Mistress.  When we first started dating there were a couple times I was suspended to the ceiling by my wrists.  It's a difficult position but it can allow for too much movement so it because more predicament bondage than I am thinking here.  The other time I was put into the straight jacket and into the cage.  The jacket really limited my ability to reposition but I was still able to relieve the major discomfort.  I have been tied to the bed spreadeagle for quite some time, to where it hurt to be untied, but I have never been tied so long or so difficult that I have needed to use my safeword.

After watching this videos I found some more ways to use bondage itself as punishment.  I tried to find pictures of guys, but there just aren't enough.  Also, any of these positions are made much harder by being made to wear high heels.

Super Simple.  The back, hips and shoulders will start hurting in no time. This one is of the chest tied to the ankles.

I have looked and looked for the male version of this but couldn't find it.  It's the same, but the balls are tied to the ceiling to prevent movement.  

A ball gag that is way too big, forced keeling, neck restrained.  Not only will her body hurt, her jaw will fatigue badly.

Trying to gain some relief.  It doesn't work.

  

Those clothespins just add to the helpless feeling.

Knees to neck is what make this so hard.

I imagine myself in this position in my office.  

He's only restrained by one thing

High heels would make this much worse.

I love how he gets in her face.

I found one with a guy.  There is nothing he can do but wait for the pain to set in.

I love how the leather straps tie her ankles to her thighs.  The knees will feel that soon.

  

Completely helpless with 3 pieces of restraint.

   

She's not tied, but she can't move either.  That will hurt soon enough.

     

Dressed Again

This morning was a 'moment of truth' time.  Was I going to obey and dress up in feminine attire or was I going to wuss out and revert to my male side?  To be fair, I was planning on obeying 99% percent of the time.  The 1% where I thought about disobeying wasn't because I didn't want to get dressed up. I did.  It was because I wanted to see if Mistress would do anything to me for disobeying.  Actually it wasn't that I wanted to see if she would do anything, it's that I wanted to force her hand to do something to me.  That 1% feeling wasn't worth spending an entire night in the cage, nor did I want to be a pushy bottom, so I relented.

As I said, I was 99% ready to get dressed up this morning.  So much so, that I pre-planned my attire while trying to fall asleep last night.  I didn't know what I was going to wear, but I set myself one rule, it had to be a dress.  I wanted something summery since I hadn't been dressed since much colder days a couple months ago.  I wanted to wear a bra as well , but didn't make that one of my rules.  I thought about possibly wearing my office attire as well as a nice long maxi-dress.  As I dozed off in my form fitting nighty, I fantasized about Mistress pushing my limits in many ways.

I started waking up about 4 am.  I remembered that today I would be dressed feminine all day.  My cock was hard.  I thought about wearing my highest heels.  I thought about wearing my bra inserts.  I managed to doze off.  For the next couple hours I went in and out of sleep.  I fantasized about some images/videos I saw recently that made me very jealous.  That post will be tomorrow.

Mistress got up before me.  That's always tough when I get dressed.  If I get up before her I can get used to my humiliation and hide out in my office before serving her coffee.  When she gets up before me, I can't prepare. I walk into the room dressed and embarrassed (in all the right ways).  I can feel her eyes on me, judging my outfit.  The humiliation is perfect even though difficult.

When I got out of bed I went to go to the bathroom.  I hiked up my nighty and sat like a girl.  If you are new to this blog, I sit when I pee and have done so for over 8 years ever since I got my Prince Albert piercing.  It's far too difficult to pee standing and risking peeing all over the place is not worth it to me.  Sitting to pee also reinforces my submissive and feminine feelings.  After that I hung up my nighty on one of the robes hooks in the bathroom.  Seeing a nighty hanging there is good for subtle humilaiton.  I proceeded to put on some lavender Secret for Women deodorant as well as my perfume.

I still can't believe how powerful the perfume is.  Not in a 'strong scent' sort of way, but in how powerful it is when it hits my brain.  It's a major amplifier for my submissiveness, and sluttiness.  There was no turning back at this point.  I went into the spare bedroom where my feminine attire resides.  I only have about 8-10 dresses so there wasn't a lot to choose from.  I decided against the maxi-dress as I was feeling way sluttier than that.  I almost went for one of the more cocktail looking dresses when I came across a short summery dress.

As I went looking for my high white heels I ran across a pair of white wedges I forgot I had recently purchased.    

I had planned on wearing higher, less comfortable shoes.  I love how much more carefully I have to walk in them.  I love the way I have to take small feminine steps.  I love/hate the pain I eventually end up in.  I love the humiliation of them. However since I haven't been in heels for 2 months and I was working from home all day I decided to be practical and wear the wedges.

As I put them on my feet I admired my shaved legs.  I admired my calves and the shortness of my skirt.   I was wishing my fingernail and toenails were painted.  I was quickly falling into sub-space.

I came down the stairs and walked into the living room where Mistress was working on the couch.  A wave of erotic humiliation came over me.  We spoke for a bit and I headed to my home office.  Mistress asked if I was wearing panties, and I lifted the back of my dress to show off a pair of polka dot panties.  I was in sissy heaven.

Soon I will be working out in our basement.  I will go down the stairs fully dressed and in the spare bedroom I will find my feminine workout clothes.  Today I will likely wear an outfit like this with pink socks and pink running shoes.

Mistress just left to go to the gym.  It would be so easy to pull my cock out and stroke myself.  It's all I can do to not touch myself and get close to the edge, but I digress.  I did not touch myself at all.

The last couple months I had been able to revert back to my masculine side and avoid a large part of my sexuality.  The last couple days, everything is rushing back to me.  Apparently being dressed is a large part of it.  If I wear boxers and t-shirts around the house I can avoid it.  I can be an obnoxious, entitled dude.  I can be annoying.  Unfortunately it can also become normal.

However, being dressed in heels and a dress there is no avoiding what I feel inside.  Having to wear perfume and panties instead of male deodorant and boxers forces a change in mindset.  I always wondered why so many Mistress's throw away or lock up their husband's underwear and such.  It's to force the mindset.  

In a lot of ways summer is great for dressing up.  I can wear skimpier clothes and not freeze.  I can sunbathe in a bikini as well as wear toenail polish for months on end.  In some ways it's not convenient.  I can't run outside to water the plants without a wardrobe change.  I can't cook on the grill at 5:30 at night in pink clothes. I can't do more of the more labor intensive chores at the drop of a hat.  Nail polish and flip flops don't go together.  However maybe that's a good thing.  Toenail polish forces me to wear socks and shoes, which is good for my cracked heels.

As we work back toward more D/s, I am reminded of how happy I am when I am challenged physically and mentally.  Whether it's being feminized, locked in chastity, wearing a butt plug, being locked in the cage, humiliated, tied down and beaten, the more I am pushed, the deeper my submission is.  When I feel this way, I just want to spend the day in bed making Mistress cum over and over and over.  I want to spend hours with my face between her thighs.  I want to use toys and my fingers on her until she can't walk.  I want to be her complete sex slave with no rights.  That sounds like heaven to me right about now.  

Flipped Switch

My blog post from Friday has given Mistress and I a bit of a kick start.  The nighty rule is back in force.  I have spent the last 2 nights wearing a nighty.  I also put on a small spray of perfume yesterday and Mistress reacted so positively to it I gave myself a full spray this morning.  As I sit here typing this post, my nostrils are filling me with the feminine scent and my brain is spinning.

Yesterday Mistress and I had some of the best sex we've had in quite a while.  I gave her countless orgasms and she soaked the sheets from her orgasms.  At first Mistress wanted me to cum, but I resisted long enough to where she could see the benefit in keeping me denied for the time being and hopefully for quite a bit more.  The hormones running through my system this morning have me in such a mood I'm pretty much helpless right now.

I have been ordered to dress feminine tomorrow.  I haven't been dressed feminine for nearly 2 months.  I am excited about it and am really looking forward to the erotic humiliation that comes with me being feminized.  Typing this paragraph has my cock so hard right now.

Ever since yesterday afternoon, my mind has been racing.  All I can think of is pleasuring Mistress in addition to being tormented.  I can't get the idea of being helpless for hours while Mistress has multiple orgasms.  In my morning grogginess as I tried to wake up I had a series of thoughts running through my mind.  The topic was "restrictions".  I thought of all the ways a slave can be restricted.  Here are some of those thoughts.

• restricted movement with bondage
• restricted to the cage
• restricted in a straight jacket
• restricted form speaking without being spoken to
• restricted to panties
• restricted to other clothes
• restricted to no clothes
• restricted from seeing with a blindfold
• restricted from speaking with a gag
• restricted from hearing with white noise
• restricted from feeling my cock with chastity
• restricted from sitting on furniture
• restricted breathing with a plastic bag over my head
• restricted to only using my fingers and mouth on Mistress's pussy
• restricted to sleeping restrained or on the floor
• restricted to eating all ejaculations
• restricted to anal orgasms
• restricted to cumming in humiliating ways

Lastly I have also been fantasizing about teasing and pleasuring Mistress.  She recently got a taste of me stopping her from orgasm just before she would cum.  I was able to hold her off a few times before giving her an even better orgasm.  There is a concept called "pleasure torture" and I so want to do this to Mistress.  Here are some pictures of what I would like to do.

A Dream

Sorry for the delay in any postings.  This time of year is by far the busiest for us.  D/s is not on the back burner, it's on the counter.  That being said, my submissive side is starting to make itself known to me again after a long hiatus.  Keeping my Tumblr feed updated has been good for my imagination.

What prompts this post is a dream I had last night.  Now I don't remember my dreams that often.  Sexual dreams are even more rare and D/s dreams are bar far the rarest.  Last night I had a D/s dream.  As best as I can remember, I was in a very plush bed and bedroom, more of a boudoir.

Dream bed was bigger and plusher, but the decor similar.

I found myself tied to the bed by a woman I didn't know.  I was being teased.  Not teased in an overtly sexual kind of way, but more of a not being touched kind of way.  Mistress was there as well.  Initially in a plush chair next to the bed and eventually in the bed with me and this other woman.  And women.  It turns out there was many woman here and it seems Mistress was either teaching them D/s or she was using them to torment me.  I was tied and re-tied many times by these women.  Mistress would have them sit on my face with their panties on and smother me so I couldn't breathe.  Mistress would instruct them on how to tie me.  She also had them lock me in a chastity device so that I couldn't receive any real pleasure.  The woman were into each other as well so that was also a good part of my dream.

All in all I don't remember much of the dream, but figured it was a pretty good reason to make a post.        

Trouble Getting Back Into The Swing Of Things

It's been about a week and a half since I have worn anything feminine.  It's been over a week since I have worn my collar.  It's been 3 weeks since I was in chastity during Mistress last period.  It's been since March 26th since I have been tied down.  

Why?  Many reasons.  Summer is coming around which means more time outside especially during daylight hours.  I don't have very many clothes that are both feminine and deniable, so I have casually been letting it slide.  We recently went on a trip.  Unfortunately since it was a beach trip I had to remove the nail polish on my toes.  Also, I tried wearing my collar but it gave me a white ring around my neck.  The idea of a permanently tanned collar is kind of hot, but it looked stupid so we decided against it.  Mistress didn't enforce feminine attire on this trip which was sad but also a relief.  It was super hot and the kind of panties I have would have been super annoying.  Although me being uncomfortable and inconvenienced for Mistress pleasure is part of the appeal as well.

Since we started embarking on be being feminized as much as possible it's gotten easier for me.  However Mistress has been having me wear male clothes on the weekend which makes it much harder for me to go back to femme on Mondays.  Now that I have had almost 2 weeks off, I am finding it that much harder to go back.  This morning as I started to wake up, I thought about getting up and putting on my perfume.  I thought about what I would wear.  My cock got hard as I thought about putting on my heels and a dress.  I fantasized for a quick minute and then I felt stupid.  My insecurities came up (bigger than usual) and I couldn't force myself to do it.  

Officially I am disobeying existing rules.  But I don't want to be disobeying.  I want to obey.  I want to do what I am told.  I want to feel the shame and humiliation of being dressed in a feminine manner.  I want to be Mistress's desperate, needy slut.  

Unfortunately this is where my insecurities are overriding my submissiveness.  It happens and I don't like it. At this juncture, the "forced" part of forced feminization is what is needed.  To be forced (or coerced) tells me that it is OK for me to be vulnerable again. Being reminded that Mistress wants this from me is all of a sudden, very important again.  I have to override my insecurities about what society considers masculine.  I am reminded of the term "recalibration" that Mistress likes to use.  I have drifted and I need to be brought back to our reality.  To do what Mistress requires of me.  To be held accountable.  

Writing this post is giving me butterflies.  I feel like I am being a pushy bottom.  I feel like I am asking Mistress to do something she doesn't want to do.  I have no reason to feel this way, but I do.         

While on our trip Mistress and I had some really good sex.  We spent a lot of great time together.  We didn't venture into too much D/s talk.  I didn't look at any porn unless it shot across my twitter feed.  When I came home I had a bunch of Tumblr feeds to get caught back up on.  I was so far behind that I had to only look at a handful of posts and delete the rest.  This certainly got me back into a state of mind.

Here are a handful of pics I found hot while cleaning up my blog list.

     

Fear

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Control

Yesterday morning Mistress and I were having early morning sex.  I was in my nighty while we were having sex.  It's pretty hot for me to be in my nighty when when we have sex.  It keeps my mind focused on pleasing her and reinforces my place in our relationship.  After Mistress had a couple orgasms Mistress ordered me to fuck her harder.  I thought this indicated that she was going to let me cum.  As I got close to the edge, I asked Mistress if I could cum.  I was on a perfect pace to fill her up with my cum when she said "no".  I had to stop moving my hips immediately.  She added that she didn't want to screw up her Sunday by having a difficult to deal with slave just because she let me have an orgasm.

Now she's getting it!

I have spent the better part of 6.5 years getting her to recognize the benefits of keeping me denied (Semen Retention).    At the same time she should be getting all the sex she wants from me as it keeps me engaged and helps me build stamina.  Also her pleasure should come first and second to my third.

It had only been a week since my last orgasm and the feeling was fresh in my mind.  All week I have really wanted another orgasm.  I was so ready to cum that I had considered just cumming and dealing with the consequences.  However my mind quickly went to the cage in the basement.  Even though I have only been locked in the cage a few times, it has an effect on my behavior.  I could imagine me spending at least a couple hours in the cage if not longer for an unauthorized orgasm.  I could also imagine other punishments for cumming after being told no.

At this point I realized that Mistress has the most control over me than she ever has.  I like that.  I dress feminine every week day and some weekends if we don't have anything going on.  I wear perfume that Mistress has chosen for me daily (no matter what I am wearing)  I wear my chastity device when told.  I have a collar locked around my neck 24/7 for months at a time unless it needs to come off for medical or security reasons.

While Mistress has more control over me than she ever has, I don't fear her.  I wish I did.  In a D/s context.  If I did, her control would be complete.

I frequently think of purposely disobeying Mistress so that I can be treated badly.  Even this morning I was tempted to edge myself and then confess to it.  I didn't, but I thought about it. I think about skipping my feminine dress one day to see if Mistress will punish me.  I sometimes get snarky, wishing that Mistress would call me out on it and truly punish me.

I fantasize of being punished to the point of truly begging it to stop.  When we play, Mistress will frequently ask me if I've had enough.  At some point I will say yes.  Not because I have hit a limit, but merely because I still have control at that point.  As I think about this am reminded of a quote from another Domme's blog.

So: A true submissive needs to feel they are helplessly under the control of a sadistic dominant. That they have zero power or influence. That is achieved by two things. 

(A) Punishments for infractions have to be truly feared by the sub. This is achieved by not stopping the punishment until the sub is and has been truly begging with all their heart for a few minutes for the punishment to stop. My lifestyle did not click into place until I started doing this 6 or 7 years ago. It is easy to judge when the begging has reached the truly heartfelt, and then you keep going for a while. You will not break or damage him. During the punishment, he will be begging and attempting to have you stop. After it, he will be in awe of you and want to worship you. Bind him so he cannot move, gag him and then apply the punishment. It may only need to be six HARD cane strokes, if he is begging with all his heart after the first. If he has marks on his butt for the rest of the day, he will love that. If the marks last 3 days, he will love it even more.

(B) The true submissive has to undergo things they really do not like. By this, it is reinforced that they have zero power or influence, that they are helplessly under the control of a sadistic dominant.  

All of this being said, we are heading down the right path.  Mistress is kind to me and treats me very well.  I love this.  However a part of me wants to truly fear her.  I want to be scared when I am tied up.  Truly not knowing what is going to happen to me.  I eventually want a true beating.

I want to beg to the point of tears. I want to be afraid that she will do things I don't want to have done to me.  I want her to be able to verbally tell me something and for her words to put fear into my heart.  This concept excites the hell out of me.  I want Mistress have absolute control of me.  

   

Ball Busting and Squeezing

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Dry spell is over

After 72 days I was finally allowed to orgasm.  I take that back, I was forced to orgasm.  On Sunday i did a bunch for chores around the house.  Mistress and I took a late lunch and had a couple margaritas before heading home.  When we got home Mistress told me that she was in a mood to tie me up.  I offered to get the room, bed, and myself ready.  I stripped the bed of all but a sheet.   I pulled the restraints that live under our mattress full time.  I set various implements out on the bed and the dresser.  I put on some music, stripped, put on some wrist and ankle restraints, and put a blindfold over my forehead so Mistress could take away my vision if she chose to.

Mistress was came into the room and proceeded to tighten the 4 corners of my restraints.  She then pulled down the blindfold.  Over the next 30 minutes or so, I was teased with her well lubricated hands and made to edge several times.  Mistress alternated my pleasure with pain by smacking me in the balls, snapping the rubber bands I had around my thighs, or using one of the other implements I had left out.

 I kept begging not to cum but Mistress had other plans.  She said "you know I am going to make you cum, right?" I knew that was likely.  She did tell me that she was going to feed my cum to me.  I  was afraid I would refuse and chicken out, so I asked her to put the spider gaga in my mouth so I couldn't change my mind about eating my cum.

Not Me

After the gag was in place and my mouth was held open, Mistress proceeded with taking my orgasm.  She put the tip of a vibrator just in the opening of my ass.  She put the Hitachi underneath my balls and she proceeded to stroke my cock with a well lubricated hand.  I had fully intended on fighting it, but Mistress was having none of it.  She kept what she was doing, I gave my full mind to try and keep from cumming, I failed.  I came.  It was much better than I expected.  Usually after long denial periods the orgasm isn't as strong.  As soon as Mistress turned off the vibrators, she started scooping up my cum with her fingers and forcing it into my mouth.  She only did 2 scoops, which I am guessing is a fraction of what came out of me.  She is much nicer that I am.  I would have put as much of it in my victims mouth as possible and made a long drawn out production out of it.  Afterward we cleaned up and went about our evening.            

I expected my orgasm to give me a lot more sub drop than I ended up with.  In fact I am ramped back up, fantasizing about all the terrible things I would like to do / have done to me.  I am dressed feminine again with a bra and my highest heels just to make it more challenging.  I would say my horniness is right back where it was.  I am yearning to be inside Mistress, working on pleasuring her while I focus on lasting without orgasm.  Of course having an orgasm inside her that I have to clean out with my tongue is a good option for a slave like me.

I am in heaven!

Thoughts on this week

Today is the 5th day in a row of chastity and a butt plug.  When I woke up this morning I had zero desire to plug myself or to dress feminine.  Still, I have freely and willingly given up my right to decide these things for myself.  I inserted the plug, put on my rose scented deodorant and misted my chest with my perfume.  By the time I made it to the spare bedroom with my feminine clothes I was back into my slutty head space.  I am truly astounded how fast my perfume affects my mind.  Because of that I decided to wear a blue bra (Mistress has no bra requirements so far) a low cut top that matches and peeks out of the top, lace boy short panties, a too short skirt and my Mary Jane platform shoes.  Now as I write this blog, any lack of desire I woke up with has been replaced with a potent cocktail of brain chemicals such as testosterone that had my head spinning.  Add to that, being in chastity, being plugged, being dressed and being on my 70th day without an orgasm and I am kind of a mess.

By 8 am this morning I will have worn a butt plug for a required 13 hours this week.  It's likely closer to 15 hours as I didn't remove it promptly each day.  That's easily a record.  I have never been plugged 5 days in a row let alone for so many hours in such a short period of time.  The plug has gotten progressively easier to put in.  It's still not easy as it's relatively large, but it's easier.  Sitting on it is much easier than walking with it in as it doesn't move as much. One pint of interest is that I wore it in the tub the other day to shave my body.  Sitting in the tub drove the plug in even deeper than my office chair does.  As I sit here I am thinking of Mistress making me wear the plug when we leave the house together so she can frequently comment on it.    

Chastity.  No matter what I say or think about it, it certainly raises my libido.  There is literally no way to ignore my cock.  Regardless of the type of device I wear, I am hyper focused on my inability to touch myself.  The interesting thing is that if I am not wearing a device I can pretty much ignore my cock.  That being said, yesterday Mistress check out a new gym and left for about 90 minutes.  Had I not been locked in chastity, there is no way I could have avoided touching and edging myself.  

Each morning, when I get dressed I can deal with it pretty easily as my libido and testosterone is high.  Looking down and seeing my heels (and today's bra making it appear that I have breasts) make me feel super horny.  As the day wears on, I have a harder time being dressed.  Being in an outfit, walking in my heels, my feet starting to hurt, erotically humiliated, this is where the submission comes in.  Mistress could certainly make me more self conscious if she chose to, but she doesn't.  That's both good and bad.  Accepting and encouraging me to be more feminine will allow her to keep pushing me.  At the same time, occasionally making comments about my attire or groping me, is a very powerful mind fuck.

My attitude.  I have been snappy a few times with Mistress.  She has told me to watch myself a few times.  The clear idea was that I was about to spend time in the cage.  Just the thought of it brings me back to my place in our relationship.  I dislike being in the cage, but I love it when she is strict with me.  

Although I have had some challenges this week, I would call it a success.  Mistress has added items to my task list.  The result is that I am in such a state of mind I don't want it to end.  I want to go deeper.  My mind is desiring more restrictive, challenging, feminine, humiliating, painful or disgusting things to happen to me.  I am kind of addicted to the chemical cocktail going through my brain.        

Coercion

NOTE: I have been writing this post over the last few days so it might jump around a bit...

coerce -[koh-urs]

verb (used with object), coerced, coercing.

1.  to compel by force, intimidation, or authority, especially without regard for individual desire or volition:

2.  to bring about through the use of force or other forms of compulsion:

3.  to dominate or control, especially by exploiting fear, anxiety, etc.:


My recent post on Mistress' fantasy of seeing me with a guy or transsexual got me thinking about how susceptible my submissive mind is.  While I have a long list of turn on's and things I like doing, I have a fairly short list of things of limits or things I just would rather not do.  Having to do things I would rather not do creates a dilemma for me.  I have to override my fight or flight response and just submissively submit.  This is where the real magic of D/s happens for me.  Having my limits pushed scares me but also excites the hell out of me.

I have been submissive for as long as I can remember.  I used to have a ton of limits, but as I have gotten older and more experienced, my limits have decreased considerably.  One thing that has helped me get through a lot of my limits is persistence of my dominant.  In my current relationship, Mistress has done a good job of sticking to a plan.  Also, using the dog cage in the basement has given her more control over me.

For example, me dressing in feminine attire.  In the past it was solely a sexual act for me.  If I was horny enough or it was part of a scene I was OK with dressing up.  Now I find myself being dressed nearly 24/7 at home and under my clothes when I go out.  There are many times that I would rather not dress, but being compelled to do so is what makes my submissive heart and mind so happy.  I have gone from masturbating while wearing an item of clothing, to dressing up and really caring about how I look.  I am very self aware of just how much control I have given up to Mistress and how much more I would love to give up.  In fact I am trying to think of requirements to add to my daily routine.

Chastity is the same way.  I really dislike being in chastity due to how uncomfortable it can be.  However with persistence and encouragement from my Mistress, I could see myself in chastity 24/7/365.  Plus the fact I can;t stop thinking about it, I am starting to believe wearing a device is more mental than physical.

So back to the topic of this post on coercion.  There are 2 limits I have that I think I could eventually get past.  Cross-dressing in public and some sort same sex sexual interaction.

The cross-dressing in public limit is the easier one for me as I can actually imagine it.  That being said, if I got all dressed up and we started heading for the door I think I would lose my cool and start being an asshole.  Mistress could threaten cage time but I would likely take that over public humiliation.

So as I fantasize about how this could be done I could see us enlisting a 3rd party such as a Pro-Domme as someone who is detached as well as supportive of the goal.  I imagine Mistress and I going to her dungeon (it would be better if I didn't know what was planned).  When we arrived I would be ordered to strip and I would be restrained.  Mistress would come up and place a shocking dog collar on my balls and lock it on.  She would then tell me it's set for the highest level and that I had better obey without question.  For good measure she hits the button and I scream in surprise and agony.

As I recover from the shock, I am released from my restraints and informed that I will be getting fully feminized and taken out to a bar.  Over the next hour I am dressed and made up.  They eventually show me a mirror and I don't even recognize myself.  Mistress then places the shocking remote in her purse and announces that we are heading out.

Due to the shocking device around my balls and the fact that I actually don't recognize myself I relent and we head to a bar.  When we arrive I get nervous, but Mistress shows me the remote and I press forward.  From here my fantasy gets fuzzy as I don't know what I want to happen or not.  However I do imagine some good mind fucks to occur.  Such as the Pro-Domme having pre-arranged for me to be hit on by guys or girls for that matter.  Me being made to dance or order drinks.  The humiliation would kill me.

That being said, that's a huge leap.  In reality I imagine I get dressed and we head out to try me walking in uncrowded places.  A parking lot at a strip mall or pumping gas at a gas station.  What isn't a leap is the shocking dog collar.  I would need something to push me through my fight or flight response.  Cage time wouldn't cut it.

                

As far as getting me to be with a man or transsexual in some way would require a pretty concerted effort.  I imagine Mistress being stricter with me regarding my dress.  Such as requiring a bra at all times or stockings and corsets much more frequently.  I imagine being tied to the bed or locked in the cage with transsexual porn playing for hours.  I imagine having audio hypnosis tracks pumped into my ears with headphones while my cock is teased for hours at a time.  She would keep edging me and make me tell her stories if I wanted any stimulation on my cock.  Mistress would make me find videos, pictures and stories of scenes she would want to recreate.  When we had sex Mistress would talk all about what she wanted me to do.  She would make me simulate oral and anal sex with very realistic fake cocks.  She would make me cum almost daily and consume every drop so I could get mentally used to the concept.  Eventually we would get to the point of me being tied down and a transsexual girl or a guy is brought into the room.  I would be teased until I was begging to have my cock sucked by this person.  I would be brought to orgasm with their mouth and this person would leave.  And like that, my first encounter would be over.

Just thinking about it disturbs me.  As I said earlier, I am not wired for this.  That's why I think conditioning would be a huge part of making it happen.  Hopefully Mistress would let us try this with a woman for my first threesome experience.  

While I can imagine getting a blowjob from someone of the same sex, I can't imagine giving one.  I barely like my own cock and cum after an orgasm, the thought of sucking a real cock does nothing for me other than make me a bit grossed out.

Like I've said before, I have few limits, but I have learned that it's fun to play in the soft/hard limit area.  Pushing boundaries is a huge part of a D/s lifestyle.  Hmmmmm.