In the meantime, MISTRESS C has pushed me much further down the road to absolute slavery. She obviously enjoys having me at my balls and squeezing them completely at her gusto. Not to my liking she turned out to be or at least to behave like the fearful strict and wicked sadist I had mailed her that I would be looking for. She makes me suffer and I believe she really enjoys reducing me to a quivering slut and simpering sissy´.
Already during the second session with MISTRESS C she recorded a video clip in which I had to declare by oath that I am a sissyslut, a cocksucker, a bootlicker, and a pantypisser who craves to get pissed on, fucked, and humiliated by males, shemales, and females. Furthermore, I had to state therein that I want to get blackmailed into sexual slavery by my Superiors and that I request and authorize my Superiors to use force to compel my obedience. I am on display in this video with my full name and place and clearly recognizable with my face.
MISTRESS C posted the clip in the member area of her website! Only a couple of days later I found out that somebody uploaded the video to xHamster, it is now there, out of my control for everybody to watch without that I can do anything about it:
https://xhamster.com/videos/gunnar-is-a-submissive-1521097
She also forced me to expose myself as a sissyfag at
Overview – sissyfag gunnarsub, bearer of the chastity belt – Sissy-Exposure
At least once a week I must attend a lengthy session at her studio in Frankfurt, and in between I must perform again and again most humiliating tasks, mostly with tight deadlines set.
Whenever I am ordered to report at MISTRESS C, wearing any male clothing on the way to service or having male clothing with me is strictly prohibited. Under the threat of most severe punishment, I have no other choice but to wear a most humiliating sissy outfit that allows free and easy access to my ass; wearing a slip or pantyhose principally I am never allowed. Trousers under no circumstances qualify as female clothes and are strictly prohibited for me to wear. Only women's boots, shoes, and pumps are allowed for me and must have high heels of 10cm minimum. My lips, finger- and toenails must be well polished in dark red.
Moreover, I must carry an eye-catching pink ladies’ handbag with me containing not only at least a dozen condoms, but also `business cards´ disclosing me as slaveslut, cocksucker, bootlicker, and pantypisser with my full name and details, as well as most compromising face pics and a series of USB sticks, all of them carrying a copy of the duly signed Slave Contract. MISTRESS C composed its contents with the aim to ensure that for obvious reasons, I cannot leave the handbag out of reach even for one single second, not to talk of the fear that somebody might rob the handbag!
MISTRESS C thoroughly checks my outfit and appearance upon arrival. I must regret it bitterly if she is not satisfied with my outfit and appearance, not only that I get caned in such a way that sitting is hardly possible the days thereafter, but it also means automatically that the steel collar, she uses to lock around my neck upon arrival, will stay at the end of the session. Her yardstick for scrutinizing my sissy outfit: It must be eye-catching obscene and look like the dress of a streetslut.
Since she also ensures that such an inspection will take place by everybody else where I must report. I must run the gauntlet already on the way to every session.
But I do not only have to fear the steel collar. MISTRESS C, too, keeps me permanently locked in a chastity belt, sometimes in an inescapable steel Latowski belt, sometimes in The Curve. Since she had caged me at the end of my first session at her place, the chastity belt only came off resp. was changed for hygiene reasons. Then, I did not take it seriously when she announced that from my cock would be restricted to authorized personnel only. But as many other things it had become frustrating reality. Usually, there are keys dangling visibly between the tits of MISTRESS C, but I am not even sure that these are the keys for my chastity belt and steel collar. Not only once she threatened me to outsource cock hygiene and hand over the key to my chastity belt to a Gay Master for a give and take role play.
Soon she started to torment me not only during actual sessions, but also online in webcam sessions and by setting me tasks in-between sessions. From the very moment the MISTRESS C took over control, life has become rather uncomfortable for me.
For online webcam sessions MISTRESS C likes to invite interested observers to join and watch how I get humiliated without that I am allowed to reject anybody watching me there. Whereas I must switch my webcam on, MISTRESS C and all other observers don´t, thus I do not see who is on the other end.
In front of all these observers I must introduce myself as a sissyslave, cocksucker, pantypisser, and bootlicker and outline what a bad little whore I am and how I need to be dominated and treated like a slut. Not only once I had to point out that I want to share with all observers how much I crave sucking cocks and how much I want to practice to become a better whore who would like to be put in chains and fucked by two men at once, one in the mouth and one in the ass, definitely something I do NOT want to do!
There is the permanent threat that MISTRESS C might disclose my name and address to some of these observers and I must fear at any time that one of them might appear at my place.
Not only once MISTRESS C forced me to piss into a dog bowl and then lick the bowl clean in front of all observers. On another occasion, MISTRESS C ordered me to piss my panties in front of the webcam for all who watched. Then I had to take off the panties and let the piss drop into my mouth, suck the soaked parts, and comment about how much I would enjoy pissing my panties and sucking it.
At other sessions she forced me to wank and ejaculate into a condom and subsequently put the condom into my mouth and lick it clean.
On another occasion I had to torture myself in front of the webcam. MISTRESS C ordered me to put alligator clamps on my nipples, connect them with electrical wires and then switch on the power button. Then she told me to turn the knob of the control higher and higher till my breasts were dancing wildly due to the electrical torture. MISTRESS C even invited the observers to take over control over intensity and duration of the nipple torture.
I have no alternative but to expose and humiliate me in front of people whom I do not know. MISTRESS C has assured me that she would provide my name and all details to any observer if I claimed any technical or other problems to discontinue online sessions. She would never accept any such excuse. In the opposite, she made it clear to me that every disconnection of the webcam without her prior approval would result in major punishment. The same applies should I dare get out of the webcam focus.
Moreover, in-between sessions at her place I must expect at any time to receive most humiliating assignments and tasks from MISTRESS C through what´s app, mail, or phone calls forcing me to execute them straight away with immediate evidence of performance to be provided to her by mobile phone.
She always sets deadlines for proof of performance, some of them being rather tight, forcing me to expose myself without any control who can watch! But I must meet her deadlines to avoid having to show up and perform humiliating tasks in a Frankfurt gay bar, as threatened by MISTRESS C.
Checking my mails and mobile phone regularly has become a must, as I never know when MISTRESS C sends an order with a deadline to be met.
I still remember the day when she ordered me to put on my sissy outfit and then go to Kaiserstraße in Frankfurt and wait there for further orders by mobile. I really did not want to show up there dressed like that, but I had no other alternative. Not knowing what will happen was most embarrassing. Not only that I was exposed as a sissy to whoever passed, but MISTRESS C, too, ordered me to buy some slutty suspenders and stockings in my size at a sex shop there and ask for an invoice made out in my real name! Of course, I had to mail her the invoice for these undies.
Already the next day MISTRESS C ordered me to report to a tattoo studio in Frankfurt wearing precisely these suspenders and stockings. I had no idea what would happen there, but when I arrived, a shop clerk welcomed me "You must be Doktor Guenter Hofmeister". Red like a crab I confirmed. "Na, du Schwuchtel, today you will get your nipples pierced with nice permanent rings made of stainless steel!"
But that was not all! At the end of the day, I was marked with two very prominent tattoos, namely SKLAVE above my cock and SKLAVENNUTTE on my upper back.; Again, the invoice had to show my name and address and payment to be made by VISA card! At the tattoo studio my piercings and tattoos are now on record! But even worse, when I left the shop, the clerk mentioned that it was very nice of MISTRESS C to offer them to phone me at any time to present my tattoos to people interested!!!
A couple of weeks later, she forced me to go to the red-light district in Frankfurt and find there a prostitute who was prepared to record a series of most humiliation tasks which I had to perform in my sissy outfit in front of various brothel visitors with my hands cuffed behind my back and the key kept by the prostitute. The steel collar was still locked around my neck, she had not removed it the end of the last session. Most likely, on purpose. As usual, MISTRESS C had set tight deadlines for getting evidence of performance, this time she had threatened me to have me whipped the very same day by a Gay Master in Frankfurt unless she gets the photos in time. I still hear her saying, "… dann lasse ich dich noch heute von einem Gay Master hier in Frankfurt auspeitschen!" This threat was even worse than what she had promised me for missing a deadline the first time, but I knew she would stick to it. I had no choice; I had to deliver the photos, and I had to deliver them in time!
First, at least five pics had to show how I lick the boots of the prostitute with male brothel visitors watching me licking, then on another five pics I had to lick, too, the boots of brothel visitors. On all photos she wanted to see my slave collar being visible and, alternatively, my chastity belt or the free access to my nude ass. Most of the visitors got to know my steel collar, my chastity belt, my naked ass with all the bruises and welts, and even the slave tattoo above my cock.
But that was not enough. I had to beg the prostitute to clear her throat and to spit a large clot of saliva on the floor, and I had to lick it clean in front of all visitors. The public humiliation went on. Last, but not least, I had to piss on the floor in front of everybody and subsequently lick the mass from there. All jobs had to be well documented in face pics and video clips to be taken with my mobile by the prostitute and brothel visitors and on the spot forwarded to MISTRESS C.
MISTRESS C then wanted to talk to the prostitute and asked her to keep the key for my cuffs against a nice fee to be paid by me, up to the end of her shift to what she agreed to my dismay. I had to wait all time in my sissy outfit on the brothel floor, cuffed and surrounded by brothel visitors, exposed not only to disgusting remarks but a lot of visitors also took photos. But I had no other choice than to wait there for more than four hours. And all the time the threat of MISTRESS C. was in my ears, "… dann lasse ich dich noch heute von einem Gay Master hier in Frankfurt auspeitschen!"
The way back home was factually running the gauntlet.
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On another occasion I had to report to a Shemale Domina in Frankfurt, who promotes not only her busty boobs and her endlessly long legs, but also her certain something …which means her imposing 20x5 centimetres between her legs. In her study I learnt how to suck a cock under the menace of most brutal and fiery whippings. After that first experience with a shemale MISTRESS C announced that she considers having me report again to that Shemale Domina, but this time for training how to offer my ass as a slaveslut!
Now I must come up every week with a proposal for my utmost humiliation in public. MISTRESS C threatened to send me to that shemale Domina if she feels that my proposal is not good enough, that means I must expose me in a most humiliation way to people I do not know. Then MISTRESS C started to involve other MISTRESSES, too, and soon thereafter I had to report at the place of MISTRESS Tatjana ...
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