D for Danielle Chapter 19: Locked In (Patreon)

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Barclay revealed a secret elevator and ushered the completely sissified Daniel into it. Its design was in a 1920s Art Deco style. Complete with a telephone call box. The sissy felt as if he was being transported to another time and place.

After a slow ride down two levels, the lift opened up into a long corridor lined with paintings depicting various BDSM scenarios. The wallpaper was dark red and the picture frames onyx black. The soft light above created a sense of being enveloped.

As the sissy walked forward, with Barclay just behind him, he glanced at the images depicted in the paintings. Some were of young men stripping naked in front of striking women dressed in commanding latex and leather outfits -- towering over the submissives in six-inch pumps and boots. One picture showed a sissy maid bending over a table while a man in a business suit pulled out his cock as he unbuttoned the top of his pants. Many displayed various sex acts such as giving oral stimulation and anal penetration. Another was of a ladyboy sitting down in a chair in front of a mirror as a woman applied makeup to her face.

“Her face…” Daniel thought to himself. Feminine pronouns were more on his mind now. After his transformation he had looked in the mirror and what he saw did not resemble a male of the species. He was now something else and a growing feeling inside told him to never go back to being masculine. Daniel wanted to stay in the glow of this state of womanly bliss forever… and more urgently, almost pushed forward by a tonal command blipping in the back of his mind, sink further into it.

Daniel’s feet did hurt somewhat. Walking in six inch heels over a seemingly long period was new to him. He thought about how long he had been in Narcissa's mansion and he realized there were no clocks anywhere. It was as if time and space existed only in this moment. The soreness in his feet was the only reminder that seconds, minutes, perhaps even hours, had passed. He wanted to take off his shoes but they were locked on. He would have to find a way to adjust and make walking in them bearable.

Barclay opened the door at the end of the corridor and ushered Daniel in. The sissy maid minced forward into a room with stone walls. As the door closed behind him he realized what this place was: A dungeon.

Mistress Narcissa stood before him dressed in a black latex catsuit. Her tits, close to 1990s porn star size, were pushed up, revealing ample cleavage. She had on black shiny high heeled boots. She was imposing and most definitely in control.

“Welcome, sissy,” she said firmly. “You look quite feminine. Barclay has done a proper job on you.”

Daniel felt Barclay’s presence behind him but did not turn his head to gauge a response to the compliment. He imagined Narcissa’s servant didn’t dare to react at all lest he receive some form of punishment. Barclay’s job was simply to do her bidding, and that’s exactly what he had done. Daniel had been feminized and presented for review.

“Leave us, Barclay,” Narcissa said plainly.

With a nod and a curtsy her subject backed up, turned, opened the door, and left the chamber.

Daniel stood still as he waited for instructions.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Constricted,” he replied.

“Ah yes, well, it is something you will just have to get used to… amongst other things.”

Daniel gulped. What other things?

The latex clad dominant moved to her right. The clicking of her heels on the concrete floor seemed to activate arousal in Daniel, as his tiny penis became slightly hard. He knew if Narcissa noticed his excitement there would be some form of punishment. He tried his best to make his dicklet go soft but it just kept becoming more erect.

The Mistress stood over a wooden table. On it lay several toys of pleasure and devices designed to keep submissives in line. She grabbed a pink chastity cage from the surface and held it up for inspection. After she deemed it worthwhile she looked over at Daniel.

“Lift your skirt up,” she commanded.

Daniel hesitated.

“Now, you silly bitch!” she shouted.

He had never heard her raise her voice in such a manner before. He instantly complied. After lifting his garment up his tiny penis was revealed to be erect and practically popping through his panties.

“Oh my, is that any way for a lady to present herself?” Narcissa remarked. “It’s time to do something about that little thing.”

The Mistress moved towards him and he took a step back. He almost fell over as he teetered on his heels. By the time he rebalanced himself it was too late -- she was in front of him.

She looked at his pathetic excuse for a penis and smirked. Then she reached down and grabbed his balls at the base and pulled.

“These are mine,” she said. “Now let your dicklet go soft.”

“I can’t, Mistress,” Daniel whimpered. “I’m too excited.”

“You will become limp or there will be consequences,” she explained as she squeezed his eggs harder.

“Yes, Mistress,” he managed to say.

“Close your eyes and empty your mind,” Narcissa said. 

Daniel did as she commanded. After a few moments his member started to go flaccid. He breathed in and out slowly and did his best to think of nothing... 

...then he felt a plastic ring pull up from the bottom of his balls to the base of his shaft.

“Keep your eyes closed,” she commanded.

Narcissa’s well-manicured fingers slipped his dick through. She used her hand to pull the ring tight. He then felt a plastic sleeve slide up his penis. A tug and the sound of something clicking-in-place caused him to finally open his eyes.

Mistress Narcissa held a silver key in front of him. 

“Your pathetic clitty belongs to me now,” she said looking satisfied and amused.