Permanent Stay in Mastersville Part 3

A lot of it focused on me accepting and embracing the fact that I was no longer Tom, the independent young man, but Sylvia, the docile and obedient little sissy-slave. This was not only accomplished by training, but also by a program of conditioning, or at least that is what I think it was. Every night I would be equipped with a diaper, sat down in a chair and bound to it before Mistress put earphones over my ears and a set of virtual reality glass over my eyes. I have no idea what I was subjected to sitting like that, but when the glasses and the earphones were removed I would be dazed and confused for several minutes and Diane would have to change my diaper, because I had invariably soiled myself. Somehow whatever images and sound were played to me made me loose control over my bowels. It was most humiliating and I had no real idea what went on, except that I could feel my, already very limited, resistance fading and I could feel how I more and more accepted that I was Sylvia and not Tom. When the initial training was over after those weeks in the basement, I thought of myself as Sylvia and I was well on my way to becoming just like Diane, docile and obedient. I had effectively been broken.

But the breaking wasn't the whole story. I had also begun actively enjoying my status as a slave and one thing in particular provided me with great pleasure: worshipping Mistress. Licking her boots or her ass, although surely disgusting in itself had begun giving me great pleasure and I reveled in it, because so far Mistress had been right: there were no other pleasures in my life. It was hard work. The workload only increased when I was allowed out of the dungeon. Now that I was almost completely feminine, the only remotely masculine thing left to me being my severely chastised penis, I was cast into the same role as Diane, that of the slave maid. And like Diane I was outfitted with a uniform, only this uniform was even sexier and more provocative than Diane's. First Mistress shoved a large, pink butt-plug up my ass, most humiliating, but also very nice. I was beginning to take pleasure wherever I could get it, in the little things, and having my ass packed was one thing I surely enjoyed.