Methods: Mummification

Mummification

Equipment

Cling wrap

Cable tie

1-2 Short length of PVC hose as feeding and breathing tube.. about 10-15 cm is ideal

Blind fold (optional)

Preparation for mummification

Force feed the subject to drink as much water as possible

As mummification restrict the subject naturally, like legs will be close together when wrapped tight enough, there is no need to further tie the subject. The only area to tie the subject is the hands. even for this, the tying will be minimal. Tying hand is because after cling wrap, the subject can move it hands around in the wrap. That is certainly not what the master would like. When wrapped the master will surely want to make sure the subject looks as pleasing to his eyes in the wrap, so arm folded is not an option.

A simple yet effective and presentable way is by cable tying both the thumbs of the subject together at the front of the body.. Both the hands must be downwards with the palm facing the body.. This will create the effect that the hands are placed together in a girly manner just right around the abdomen area when in wrap. It also ensures that the hands are well restricted in the wrap.

As for preparation for breathing in the wrap, insert the tube about 5cm into the mouth.. The master can choose 1 or 2 tubes for insertion.. To make sure the tube is securely positioned, The master can duct tape the tube around the mouth of the subject.

Wrapping process

For a good wrap, it is important to make sure the initial wrap is continuous without a cut.. For that to happen, the master can choose to wrap top down or bottom up... Whatever the method, it is important that the master must pull the cling wrap while wrapping to ensure the wrap is tight and secure.

For bottom up:

Make the subject sit down on a chair or edge of bed and make the subject lift up the legs and be close together.. This is where the wrapping begins, the master will wrap around the base of the feet and around the feet region few times (with the footwear on if the subject is to be wrapped in it).

After the feet is well wrapped, the subject will be instructed to stand up straight. There the master will wrap round the legs and slowly upwards with whatever the subject wearing being wrapped in as well in one smooth motion round the subject..

When it reached the body region, subject is instructed to keep the hands as close to the sides as possible and the palm opened up and hardly placed on the abdomen while the cable tie is on.. (Cable tie on the thumb will be on permenantly throughout the mummification)... The wrap will continue upward until the head region..

At the head region, the wrap will continue to go round the heard, taking care to ensure the wrap is well wrapped around the tube but not cover it... At the head, the master will wrap around the top of the head as well..

For additional security, the master can continue the wrapping back downwards until the body region before ending the wrap.. Cling wrap can easily be cut at the end of the wrap just by pulling...

Top down:

Top down is mostly the reverse of the bottom up...

Playing on the subject

If the master desires to play on the subject while in wrap, he will just cut the area where he wants to play on.. There he will do whatever he wishes on the subject.

Patching up of holes..

To patch hole in the wrap, the master must use the wrap round the body of the subject around the hole region.. It is important to note, despite the sticking property of the wrap, using a small patch of wrap to cover the hole will not work.. The wrap must be wrapped round the subject!

Duration of the mummification

Because this is a prolong agony, mummification for the sleeping time is best because is long period.. However, the master must ensure that throughout the wrap to force feed a lot water into the subject whenever he seems fit.. alternatively, the master can connect a water bag to the mouth of the subject to ensure it is always supplied with water. Instructions can also be given that the water must be finished drinking by specific time. Master is to ensure that the subject still can breathe with another tube when there is water bag connected.

Precaution

If placing the subject in horizontal position, it is important to position the body at a slight angle. Complete flat position may cause chokage when fed or after feeding. If slight angle is not possible, at least 2 pillows are placed below the head to arch it up slightly...

Breathing holes must not be blocked or too long

Subject cannot be left alone in wrap while the master is out, master must be at least around in case the subject make noise for help.. However, help due to discomfort will be ignored and due punishment will be meted for disturbing the master unnecessarily.

2 year contract- live-in girl maid for master.... Auction Party....

 Its roughly about 3-4 months into my contract with master.. I have sort of lost track of the dates because I am not allowed assess to such as a slave... I can only guess that I am about this time into my slavery.. Well, if my guess is correct, I should have another 21-22 more months to go until the end of contract... Seems like still a long way... 

Well.. by now, I have more all less been broken and conditioned to become the sissy-slave-maid of the household.. With master's training and punishment, I have more or less behave girly as part of me already.. Mindset has already more or less forget what life is like as a vanilla being, but been well conditioned of a slave-mindedness within me... All thanks to master's credit... 

Today is Sunday... figured out within my lowly slave mind by the fact master is not working today.. Master is having his morning breakfast, and being his slave, as usual, is kneeling by his side waiting on him and waiting for any instructions. I am really hoping for master to grant his slave an off-day today, as mentioned in the contract... It is really the only 'joy' a lowly slave like me can look forward for..... 

So far, think master has only grant me 2 off days since the start of my slavery to the household.. Afterall, as stated om the contract:Off can easily be taken away if master requires my service for the day. Or if that week, master finds my performance not acceptable, he will not give the off days. With that day used to finish up the backlog chores. 

So far, I spend most of the past weekends struggling to chase up the backlog chores, only to keep accumulating each day... As we know, housework is never ending, more so for master who wants his house to be in tip-top conditions at all times. 

(More details on slave off days can be found on the entry: 2 year contract- live-in girl maid for master.... typical day- Part 1) 

Today, I am exceptionally excited for the much longed off days. All the more really thought master will finally grant especially after hearing master's sweeping statement yesterday night that I am finally chasing up on the chores... 

From the past experience, he will usually grant me the off day while breakfast.... 

So... here the lowly slave is, kneeling down, outside appearing well behaved girl, but inside, full of excitement for master to break the news.... Soo... exciting !!!!!!! 

Master finally speaks.....: (within me full of excitment!!) Today.... I am going to have a party.... so you are to prepare the party and serve in the party... Clear of your task???!!?? 

My heart literally sank with disappointment. ... But still, as slave, have to obey... no more off :(.....

I replied and responds in submission accordingly to his instructions. (heart sank...)

Then master instructed: Make sure my living room is in order for the guest today.. You will be serving them all well today. They are coming at 5pm, you must be in your best serving behaviour! Am I clear! 

I responded as what was required of me... 

He added: Also, get the ADMIN uniform washed, starched and IRONED before the event! Hang it at the living room as a presentation ..... 

Puzzled... but i have to submit accordingly.. 

Upon released for work after master’s breakfast, I returned to the quarters, bring down the admin uniform to wash as instructed.. while washing (manual hand wash of course), my mind have full of thoughts... 

First, keep thinking of the disappoint of no off day.. other hand wonder what master wants to do with the uniform. A school uniform, for the party.. clueless... but another hand glad also that the uniform is finally washed after wearing it every night for 3 weeks... so quite excited that the slave can wear clean uniform to sleep, which again is a super luxury for a slave like me.. 

Sidetrack washing of admin uniform 

Yes, despite master’s need for me to be clean for him, but that is done for the master’s interest solely. That is why the prescribed maid uniform have to be washed, starched, ironed and perfumed daily. Because that’s the uniform I wear to serve him, and touching his precious furnitures and belongings.. 

But for the admin uniform, it is mostly worn when I am in the quarters or sleeping, rarely when in close contact with master. And as slave, understandably, the baseline is that ‘personal hygiene is non existent (note the word personal).

So, this set of uniforms, will keep getting soaked from the sweat I sleep in for the night owing to the poor ventilation in the room, plus all the ‘deposits’ I receive (masters do spit saliva at me occasionally) and every other ‘soils’.. though I have gown accustomed to the uncomfort of rewearing ever increasingly dirty, sweat soaked smelly uniform, I will definitely be appreciate a newly washed uniform.. 

And I am only allowed, rather instructed to wash once a month when master really finds the smell too repelling to him. 

And today, master instructed me to wash the uniform, is it him being in good mood today? Wanting to reward me? For my chores finally ‘catching up’ to quote him.. 

and the party?? Is it also to celebrate for me??? 

I have indeed think too much.. which I will eventually found out later... a huge fall from such super high hopes.. especially for a slave... 

Back to work, finish washing the uniforms, with the tight sports bra and school socks, squeezed really dry, then hang up to dry. Then I proceed to prepare the living room for the guests. 

Master is expecting 20 - 30 people, so I even brought up extra chairs from the storage. Placing the chairs around a short round table in the center of the room. No sure what kind of party this it. 

Next, I went to the kitchen preparing the glasses for the drinks and the necessary table wares for the guest. Master likes things to be very clean, though washed before, master requires that the tableware be washed again right before serving. 

At about 4pm, the door bell rings, it is the food delivery. I went to the door to receive the food delivery as instructed. And as protocol, greeted the food delivery man with proper slaves greeting with a curtsy. Usually the receiver of this greetings, being outsiders are taken aback but such highly respected greetings, more so in today's world where people are mostly rude to each other. And ya, rude is not in the dictionary of a lowly slave like me. 

Washing up in preparation for party

I took the food into the living room and opened the individual packaging to put them onto common plates for the guest to take portions from. As usual, the fragrance of normal people food really cause my stomach to act up.. but wait... the instinct built in by master through painful and long punishments for sinking my teeth onto any of such normal people food, immediately, my mind registered, FORBIDDEN, if not PAIN... No more thinking of eating such normal food!! Master is really good at training his slave.. 

When the preparation is almost ready, Master instructed me to go wash up.... to shower... Shower?? Thats a rare privilege! The last time I was allowed was like 2 weeks ago, and as part of the contract, I am only allowed that privilege only maximum once a month. Other than that, I am only allowed a wetted cloth to wipe clean at night.. 

From this short experience as slave, the only time master allow me to wash up was only that he wants me to be in close contact with him, or that he really finds that I am too smelly... 

So, this really intrigued me, what is this party about? Really to celebrate something for me?? Hopes somewhat builds up higher.. Stupid slave I am!! Which I later find out that this higher hopes will mean that I am falling further when the real reason of the party comes... 

But somehow, at this point, that is did not cross my mind, maybe I haven't fully adopted a full slave mindset yet, still thinking that I can have a party celebration.. Forgetting there is no such thing as enjoyment for slaves.. This, which I will later learn during the party, the hope-dashed-way and painful with disappointed way. 

Anyway, I proceed to wash up as instructed, though only given 5mins, it felt really good to be washed by running water though. As usual, after washing, was allowed to change into a clean set of panties, though wearing back the maid uniform (which is already daily washed over the night before I sleep). I felt clean though, really a luxurious feeling... Its rare I can feel this clean, for a slave.....

Arrival of the guests 

Then, the door bell rings again. It looks like the guest. As per direction, I went to get the door. Yes, the first guest has arrived. Being thought and trained well in greeting guests, I immediately kneeled down to great master's esteemed guest, with utmost respect in the most feminine manner. He was clearly impressed. 

By there, master is also at the door greeting his friend. So his friend's name is Johnny. 

Johnny remarked: So this is your masterpiece here (pointing at me, still kneeling) the sissy household maid of yours.... hahaha... your really train well har!!!... 

Master chuckles... 

Johnny continues: So she is also the school girl of yours right? Which we are here for? 

Master laughs again: Yes yes of cause... you will enjoy the auction!! For the school girl.. Today most of you have school girl fantasy.... so hope you prepared enough dough to win your bid... hahahahaha..  

With that, both gentleman walks into the living room, with me submissively following behind, and waiting on them. Then I served drinks to the first guest as he talks with master.. 

So, think finally got some idea? Is this a party to introduce me as master's school girl to his friend, that now a link to the school uniforms? What bid is he talking about?? I am still confused..... Yet, I know better not to ask master about this event, this is not what a slave should know as well: 

Slave is not allowed or have no rights to know about any activities  in the master's houshold, must more have zero rights to even ask about the activities.  

So more guests gradually arrive... The living room suddenly become so lively.!! Somewhat reminded me of my vanilla days.... Wait wait, not to get carried away... I remined myself of my status now... and continue to do my task... 

Continue greeting, serving and waiting on the guest...  

And at the right atmosphere. Master, as the host announce: As we are here for the AUCTION party!! And keeping with the promised theme! School girl auction! My sissy maid here will be changed into the girl uniform in front of us before we start the auction!! 

Then he turned towards me, me still holding on to the serving tray with glasses of drink, and instructed: Cassendra! Come to the center and change into the school uniform now! 

Instinctively I curtsy, and responded with the prescribed protocol and obeyed accordingly.  

I girly-ly and meekly moved to the center of the living room, as instructed and undressed in front of the crowd removing the blouse, bra, skirt then heels in front of eceryone! I really felt so shy and embarassed. Yes... I may have already been used to be made to undress whenever the master calls for and instructed. But usually it was done in his room only with him around. This time, so many people watching me!! Really felt embarrassed and uncomfortable about it... 

But still, I have learnt to obey by instructions with joy from the outside, though the inside is different. 

After undressing, I quickly dressed into the school uniform, as per  prescribed sequence by the master. a plain but tight sports bra, then the buttoned up blouse, pinafore, socks and lastly plain white school canvas shoes.

The moment I was dressed up, I stood right at the center in girly and meek posture waiting for master's instruction. 

There, hearing alot of camera clicks..Atmosphere somehow was some how excited and the guests are taking photos of me.. The invited guest happen to be from a group who have uniform fetish and fantasy. I stood there obediently, feeling so vulnerable, and still, for while the crowd was in excitement. Until master gives the next instruction. 

When the crowd finally settled down, master instructed: LITTLE GIRL... go kneel on top of the table at the center... We want to begin our auction!.. 

Confused, but just obeyed accordingly.... And kneeled on the table... like a display for the crowd.... 

Master than continued: Today... We will auction this little sissy for the various enjoyment of you all, provided you win the individual bid.. The proceeds of the bid goes into my pocket.. hahaha... (the crowds laughed along)

(But... When i heard it, chilled went down me... felt so scared.. and reality seeped in... this party is using me for enjoyment... feel very awkward... hopes crushed... very uncomfortable with the idea.... But I knew better than to argue or retaliate, I could only helplessly knee still there... for my fate.... )

Master continuing: And for the bidder's benefit... Today's bid menu is: 

" Enema the slut" 

( My mind: phew... not so bad, been enema many times) 

" Sissy blow job... 5 winners here... " 

(claps heard.. This felt weird... I've never touched another's man thing before, except master's which I have grown accustomed to.... In my vanilla life, I really lived a straight life, never before touched another man's thing until I became master's slave... Even that, at the beginning, it took alot of forcing and conditioning from the master before I was finally used touching him as my new lifestyle..... Now master is selling me to touch 3 others?? I am not prepared... So far, I have only come to accept touching only master's dick.........  I wanted to REACT.... and instinct REACTED: 

I reacted instinctively: But master..... 

Master slapped me immediately: "SHUT UP SLUT!! AND WHO TEACH YOU TO SPEAK WITHOUT PROTOCOL!!!.... You will get PUNISHED for this later!!! "

(some claps heard)

Master continued: NOW KNEEL AND QUIET!! YOU SLAVE... BEHAVE AS ONE... I CHOOSE FOR YOU!! YOU HAVE NO MORE RIGHT!!! 

Helplessly, I submitted meekly.... Master continues his menu...: 

" PENETRATE THE SISSY...... only 1 bid for this..... bid your best... friends... 

(Commotion heard... excitement in the crowd.... This is really crazy.... I have not been penetrated before by any dick, not even master...For the contract, during the discussion before I signed, I shared I was not ready to be penetrated by him... So Master in his graciousness allowed in the contract that he will only start penetrating me after 3 months.... Oh no... now is now past 3 months!!! And now he is selling my 'ANAL VIRGIN' away!! ... I feel helpless!!! And more helpless any reaction... or argue could result something worst.... I could only kneel helpless awaiting my fate... though within me feeling as if I am going to be executed kind of feeling.... )

Master continues: And yes... This sissy is still a VIRGIN.... 

(SUDDEN LOUD COMOTION WITHIN THE CROWD) 

When commotion dies... Master contines: Last... The best MENU...... SPEND THE NIGHT WITH THE SISSY and FREE PLAY!!! Of COURSE.. you have to rent my guest room too!! 

(More commotions..... What?? I will be sold for a night?? I felt WORST... EACH name of bid really sank me deeper emotionally... But could only be helplessly kneeling down like a statue, in bast behavior on the outside; storms inside....... ) 

Master (with new excitements) DECLARES: the starters!!... For enema, I will call the bid, the winner will have the honour to enema the girl.. .... haha... you know... to prep her to for …penetration...  haha.... 

Master turns to me and continue: And for you, you are to hold on to as long to the enema as possible! If you release before 3 minutes... We will PUNISH you more!! Clear! 

I could only responded as master allowed... which was a yes... of course in his prescribed manner, and not just a word 'yes'. 

Master turns back to the crowd: Ok... lets start bidding... open bid anyone... just shout...... 

Voice 1: $50 for me.. 

Voice 2: 60!!!

Voice 3: 70!!

Then silence.... 1 seconds... 2 seconds..... 3 seconds... .. 10 seconds.... 

Master voice: no more?? ...... ....... Ok...... 70 for enema.... to James.... 

Master handed him the enema tools, a small pail and a tampon, and told him: ok... she is yours... plug with tampons after that...... 

James: Sure... thanks bro.... 

I, still kneeling down still.... James simply push me from the back forward..  I fell forward onto the table.. 

Then he kicked both my legs apart in the kneeling position, placed the pail in-between... 

And partial pulled down the panties from the back...POKE!!! ..... I felt a sharp and violet poke into the ass.. A sudden shock like blood rushing to the brain..... A moment of shock and frozen feeling... James administered it so fast and violently that I was not prepared for it... I have been so used to master's way of enema... Now a different way really feels different.... not as I have been conditioned to... Really new experience... and a bad one.... 

I instinctively screamed.... 

Master shouted: SHUT UP!! (turn to the crowd and continued)... guys, don't worry.. she will be punished for that... hahah... 

(crowd laughed along) 

I immediately forced my mouth shut... afraid and felt so humiliated in the crowd... 

Feeling the liquid of the enema flowed in... and suddenly another sudden poke in!! James just push in the tampons!! another shock!! 

Master may be violent... but the is James feels like mercilessly much more..... 

Shock!! but now conciously sealing mouth tight!! 

At this moment, the urge to release started.... Knowing the instructions, I used all my energy to hold on to it.... Enduring... Its not easy to hold on to enema... very not easy... 

I could feel the crowd watching me... Waiting for me to release... Felt really like an exhibit .... But now my mind is also very tight, trying hard to hold the enema.. could not give much thought... 

Force holding... Force holding.... Force........ PIAKKKKKKK..... 

I released..... Could feel a release.... a relief....... And felt everything just flushed out... RELIEF.... 

Crowd stared..... silently... 

MAster broke the silence:  ONLY 1 MINUTE!!! not acceptable..... anyone want to bid again for the enema? 

The crowd gave a resounding yes! 

And again.... the bid started coming in... while I still helplessly kneeling, now with the pail beneath me... Waiting for new dose... of DISCOMFORT.... And the bidding process feels very WEIRD for me... felt so vulnerable and so lowly.... like a meat to be sold.... 

This time... Peter got the bid... for $80

Same thing.... But again, different people administer differently... NEW FORM OF SHOCK... NEW FORM OF DISCOMFORT!! 

And now to endure.. FORCE HOLD AGAIN.... HOLDING>>> HOLDING...... AND RELEASE...... 

Felt momentary relief again... with the flushing....... and FLUSHING..... 

Master remarked: WORST!!! 30 seconds this time!!! How?? Again..... 

This time the crowd request for a pass..... a voice remarked: should be clean enough anyway!! Time for the real thing!!!

Master AGREES and continue: Now... Lets just do all the bids first.... then after that the CLAIM for your BID!!! 

Then the bidding process started... .. 

5 rounds of bid for blow jobs

1 round for PENETRATION... 

1 round for me to sleep with Winner...

At this point... I was already quite worn by the release from the enema.... I could only hear lots of noise for the next 10- 15 mins.... lots of numbers been called.... and increased intensity of the AUCTION towards the end... 

I hear like.. THOUSANDs.... and then something THOUSANDS again.. and keep going and going... While me helplessly kneeling down there await to serve the whoever the winners... 

Then the final intense bid finally ended at $3000 by Johnny!!! He got it!! Everyone seems to congratulate him for his win.... Somewhat there is a celebratory atmosphere for awhile... Some chattering.... 

While I there helplessly waiting... for my fate to be used by the various winners... 

Finally.... Master announced: ok!! Peter... You are the first winner for the blow job.. You can bring the slut in the room and she is yours.... remember... you have 15 mins..... 

Peter's voice: Sure bro!! 

Then he came to my back, forcefully pulled the back of the uniform's collar and jerked my neck and ordered me to rise and follow him... 

I could only reluctantly, but visibly obedient and demourly obey and followed the instructions... We entered the room... Peter simply sit by the bedside, pulled down his pants and order me: Do your stuff slut....! 

I approached him... kneeled before him and opened by mouth to approach his cock... 

The cock smelled so different...!! Yucky!! Closing his cock, I instantly pull away... Just then, I felt a huge hand from the back pushing me back direct into his cock, deep into my month.. I almost choked...  Feeling so dominated and helpless... 

The size and smell feels so alien to me.... Also feeling so shitty about I am being sold for this service... I could only force myself not to think and keep jerking my head for my 'customer'....... Until he finally ejaculated.... His cum tasted weird and different too!! But I had for force swallow it... 

Peter seems satisficed with the service... After resting awhile... He put back his pants and walked out of the room... 

Not knowing what to do, I only keep kneeling at my position waiting.... still trying to acquire the new taste of cum,....

Within moments... come another man into the room,... This time, this man instructed me to take off the pants for him.. Which I obeyed accordingly... And thereafter served him with his wining blowjob, helplessly and obediently.... Forcing to endure with another new body smell

He ejaculated after awhile... feeling satisfied with the service as well...  And me trying to swallow another weird musky taste from his discharge... 

This continues for the third winner for blowjob...

Then the forth...  By now, I almost puked from excessive deep-throating and cum swallowing... Each blowjob seems harder for me then previously... Especially when my body seems to refuse any more swallowing of more semen... And the nose feeling more repulsive to the smell of the pubic area... Like those too much of something effect...

The fifth blowhjob was really difficult.... my body was extremely tired and the 'customer's' smell seems like the strongest did not help either... Nevertheless, I forced myself to complete the job despite the struggle... Knowing that I have only one choice, to do it, if not something bad will happen... 

He finally ejaculated... But this time, i accidently spill some of his cum out.. onto the uniform.. probably due to being too bloated with semen in the stomach... 

And on the 'customer' side, he seems quite unsatified with the service.. He stomped out and I could hear him complaint to master saying: Why your slave do such back blowjob! have your taught her properly to jerk, she seems to jerk everywhere... up and around her throat.. 

Oh no.... I really did a bad job... but I really struggled because I was really tired from the previous throat jerking... I tried to jerk consistantly in-out, but because of tiredness, I moved everywhere... Did not know he took it quite badly.. 

I heard master replied:So sorry... She will get punished.....  Don't worry, next week I will retrain her painfully... she learns fast through pain.. I guarantee that... After next week... you can come my house any time... I make sure you have your REPLACEMENT blowjob.... 

I felt scared again.. what painful training/punishment master going to do next week... I guess, as a slave, I just have to resort to whatever fate as result of my poor service.... Felt really degraded and really so useless and helpless... 

Then I heard master: Tim! Go in and penetrate your reward...!! 

Heard footsteps walking into the room.. and there, a tall and well-built man was standing.... closing the door behind him... Walked towards me and instructed me to lay on the bed.... I did as instructed... though extremely scared by now.. and not know what to expect for my first penetration by a dick.. 

When on the bed, master Tim immediately jumped on top of me... took off his clothes and hugged me.... Then forced his mouth onto mine to kiss me... forcing his tongue into my mouth... I struggled but relented immediately, after remembering and realizing my status as a slave now (and fearing for more punishments).. I helpless remained still, allowing him to violate the body.. He keep kissing and hugging... and kissing and hugging... 

Tears really did came out of me.... but master Tim did not care... He kept me in the uniform still, after all, there are those who loves to have sex with girls in uniforms... He keep fiddling around the uniform... rubbing and fiddling the uniform around my body,... 

Then at the most intense moment... Master tim pull down the panties, spread open the legs.. I felt his tip touching the entrance of my hole... He pulls open the hole with his hands and then he penetrated his erected dick into my VIRGIN hole!!! 

Its really shockingly crazy!! Having first time a human flesh stuck into the hole.... I yelped!! There he began his thrusting!! It hurts initially.. Sharp hurt... But as he keep thrusting.... I began feeling numb... But instead felt as if i love master Tim kind of feeling... 

Then at the right moment, I felt something warm released inside of me.... There, master Tim also stopped thrusting... Think he has released..... His body suddenly soften..... My body softened as well.... At that moment, I felt like I love master Tim kind of feeling... Felt a sudden attachment to him 

(Yes... finally my virgin ass is given to a bidder, later realised the bid was $2000 over for the ass... And maybe first time got penetrated, I felt an emotional attachment to the man, but realised that as master's slave, and after few more penetration by master and various of his guest, such emotional link also being numbed..... Though over time, I will develop only emotional link to master as slave master relationship) 

When Master Tim recovered... He simply instructed me to dress back the panties, and made me help him wear back his clothes.... Then he just walked out of the room satisfied, but nonchalantly... Giving to instructions to kneel and wait on the bed... I did as instructed... 

Thereafter Master voice from outside: Johnny... she is all yours...!!! 

Commotions being hear from the outside... very noisy as if ushering him into the room of victory,...  

When master Johnny walked in... I greeted him once again while kneeling on the bed... He was quite pleased when he sees me.... Somehow, knowing that I have been sold to him to the night.. and by know after all the previous 'services rendered' I came to mentally and emotionally accept tonight I belong to him... I surrendered to him for the night... in the bed room............ 

............lots of physical touch on me.. ... lots of making out..... he penetrated me 3 times throughout the night..... sleeping by him whenever not doing anything....  That night, somehow, though still a slave, I felt as if I am a real girl submissively living with her man... 

Somewhat felt good for that night.... that the sense of violation, sense of humiliation and lowliness seems quite distance as I served master Johnny for the night....Somehow, feels so naturally a submissive girl....... 

By morning... when the alarm rings... Master Johnny wakes up, I wakes up with him... Helping him wash up and dress him up... So naturally as if he is my husband... After that, I walked him out of the room... 

Master is already waiting at the living room... 

Master: Hows your night?? (To Johnny) 

Johnny replied: Really Great!! worth it!! 

Master turned to me: You... go change out of this semen stained admin uniforms and into your maid uniform to continue your chores... 

I did as instructed and before I knew it... resume my usual chores for the day in the maid uniform.... even how tired I may be..... until when I can finally turn in for the night... this time to wear back the semen-smelled-soiled admin uniforms for the night... and subsequent nights until master allows it to be washed again..... 

2 year contract- live-in girl maid for master.... typical day- Part 2

Back to the routine

Morning wake-up. & preparation for the day. 

As a slave, I am not allowed any alarm clock or time device in my quarters. I can only estimate the sleep such that I wake up on time. Master has trained me well to inbuilt this biological clock inside from the super training punishments on me. I guessed it has been at least 4-6 weeks since I have overslept. 

Problem I have nowadays are more of unknowingly waking up early to start the day. Master is not bothered by this problem though, as long as I don't go back to sleep halfway into my routine. Just last week there was a day only slept barely 1 hours, thinking it was waking up time, I proceeded with the morning admin routine, morning duties before master wakes up, thereafter waited by his bed side for few hours for his alarm to ring. Guess this bio clock is still in the midst of fine-tuning. 

So back to the morning routine... 

Moment I wakes up, I have to immediately get to work on my admin duties. Unlike the vanilla lifestyle, where first thing after waking up is to wash up. As slave, I do not have such rights. What was allowed was a simple rinse of my mouth and a potty given for me to pee into. Oh yes, did I mention, I have been trained and conditioned to a  strict regime of timing to pee as well. 

So, immediately my first admin task. I have to first to prepare the maid uniform for wear. By now the uniform should have been dried. There, while hanging, I have to paint a thick layer of starch mixture, prepared with traditional starch and water on the uniform so it will be extremely crisp after ironing. After application, I have iron both the blouse and the skirt. With the aid of the starch that hardens with the ironing, the end result is a hardened yet very neat looking piece of garment. Or yes, after ironing, I have to thinly spray master's favourite perfume, smells very girly type onto the uniform as part of the preparation process. Then the uniform is ready for wear. 

Thereafter, I changed out of the admin uniform and into the maid uniform for the day. This uniform is fully prescribed and designed by master for his visual preference and pleasure. 

The pieces of the uniform comprise of 

a black padded bra, which master believes it enhance the looks on the boobs.

Tight fitting long sleeve white blouse to be buttoned all the way up the neck. With a black ribbon. A black outer vest over the blouse. 

Tight fitting kneel-length pencil skirt without slit to limit my stride 

And a 7 inches high stilettos heels to complete the whole uniform. 

(Below pictures are closest pictures found online to help visual the looks of the uniform)

On top of that, whenever I am doing chores, I have to be wearing the prescribed headdress and apron. (Below pictures are closest pictures found online to help visual the looks). So, as usual, first thing I have to put on these accessories in the morning because I will immediately be doing chores. I will only be allowed not wearing apron only when serving in parties or whenever the masters demands. 

Like every morning, the moment the uniform is put on with the accessories, the first feel is restricted movement and stuffy.. But to a slave, I have been brainwashed that this is normal feeling. 

Oh yes. readers may ask, what happen to the panties. Slave is only allowed only 1 change of panties once a week, but again subject to master's call. At times, master may made me change panties more at his discretions. But mostly, I may be wearing the panties on average 2 weeks before being allowed a change. 

 

After putting on the uniform, I kneel by the coffee table to prepare my hair for the day. By now, my hair has grown to about right below the shoulder length. Master prescribed that I have to braid the hair at all times. (like the picture). 

After braiding, I have to apply basic makeup- which master prescribe to make me look for youthful. It comprise only a layer of foundation, some blusher, eye liner and pinkish lip sticks. 

Finally, preparation is ready to perform my chores for the day. 

Morning routine

There, I will go into the kitchen to prepare master' breakfast for the day. Today, he wanted a toast with egg. The fragrance from the food really made me salivate. But i know enough not to be tempted, because slave is not allowed such so-called privileged food. When the food is ready, I presented it nicely on master's dining table. 

Thereafter, I went to prepare master's clothes for the day. Fortunately, master has a routine preference with his clothes, which I have learned the pattern. Although sometimes I got the wrong set for him, which makes him quite unhappy. I will re-iron master's clothes again in the morning so that there is no more crumbles. He loves extremely neat clothings. I will place his clothes nicely by this dressing corner, which I will help him wear when he awakes. 

This is basically the morning chores before master wakes up. In summary, the morning chores are mainly: 

prepare breakfast, 

prepare and iron master's clothes

polish his shoes 

And when ready, KNEEL BY HIS BEDSIDE UNTIL HIS MORNING ALARM RINGS. 

Today, the timing was just right, I just have to kneel barely like 5 mins then his alarm rings. When master wakes up, I do the usual morning greetings to him. 

He walked out of the bed and into the bathroom. I meekly and submissively trailed behind him and waited by him, as he does his morning washups. Then I assisted him to change his clothes, usually I will put on his clothes for him and button his shirt while he does the rest of the changing. But it is based on his mood, I have learnt to observed his mood and cater to his preference for my service every morning. 

After master is dressed, we proceed to his breakfast. I will usually kneel by the side of his chair and wait on him while he finishes his breakfast. After breakfast today, he reaches to a loaf of sliced bread and throw 2 slices onto the dog-bowl right beside the table. 

Yes, the dog bowl is the bowl which I eat my meals from. I thanked master accordingly for the food. 

Diet wise, I am only allowed stale blend bread for all meals, amount is determined by the master. Flavored food is never what a slave should even crave for, and should not even be considered possibility. To keep his slave healthy, master will feed me pills of supplements. There, was only once few weeks ago that master accidentally dropped a slice of meat on the floor. That was were he allowed me to eat that small chunk of meat. That experience was really god-sent, as if I have inherited gold for the day. 

Continuing the routine, when master is ready to go out, I would be kneeling down by the door waiting on him until he leave the house. Before leaving the house, master will apply a ball gag with hole in the middle on me with a lock. Master does that for the few purpose: 

1. prevent the slave from making unnecessary noise or call for help

2. prevent the slave from eating forbidden food when master is away

3. physical to remind the slave of its position. 

 

When master has left the house, I proceed to do my daily housework. 

 

Daily housework

The list of household chores is impossible to finish daily. Master knows that, though he will still punish for incomplete chores. What makes it impossible is that slaves are not allowed to use make-life-easy tools to execute the task. 

For example, I am not allowed to use mops to clean the floor, but only allowed clothes with pail, wiping the floor tiles manually. This task along is extremely backbreaking, especially when done kneeling and with heels. It usually takes more than gruesome 1-2 hours to clean the floor. 

Another is the laundry, I have to handwash master's clothing without washing machine which takes up significant time for the chores. 

Also, the toilet, I am only allowed a toothbrush to brush the tiles and the toilet-wares. Master expects it to be sparkling clean when he comes home. 

In short, most of the chores are required to be done manually, which is befitting of the slave. Modern household tools are far from considerations. 

Standard daily household tasks are: 

Wipe clean the floor

Laundry cleaning

Cleaning of all the rooms including of wiping of all surfaces of dust

Making master's bed (and his guest beds) 

Cleaning of dishes

Ironing of clothes

wiping of all furniture. 

Preparing dinner for master

and the list goes on and on....

Having so much to be done, and to be done manually, time flies before master comes home from work. 

Evening Routine

Master expects me to kneel by the door when he comes back to greet him and wait on him. Usually, I will stop my unfinished chores are rushed to the door about 5 mins before to wait on him until he arrives. 

After all, there is only slave waiting for the master, and no master should wait for the slave.. 

Today, master comes back as normal, with me by the door kneeling and waiting for him. I did the usual greetings and curtsy before he removes the mouth gag. 

Then he proceed to his dining table for the prepared meals. Thereafter. he went to wash up. Before going to his crouch to watch TV. All these with me trailing, and waiting on him. 

When he is watching TV, I will be kneeling by his side body towards him waiting on him and for any instructions. This is usually the time where he will make me self-confess the unfinished chores for the day. Which is a definite that I cannot complete. 

So as usual, I will list down the incomplete tasks, of course in the prescribed way of talking befitting a girly slave. Today, I did not finish about 30% of the daily task. After hearing, master then decides on the punishments and its severity for the chores unfinished, which are usually administered on the spot. Today, master decided to 'award' 30 strokes of cane on each of my palm for the incompetency of my works. 

He stretched his hand out for the cane near his crouch while presented both palms for master's caning. Pain is definite despite how often I have it.. Though by now I am able to endure better, it is still pain afterall. This is especially so from the very first stroke that hit the palm.. Ouch!! AND SHOCKING PAIN... Master proceed to administer the punishment accordingly until he completes it.. And as usually, I had to thanked him in a his prescribed manner. Then he continued watching his TV. 

Seems like administering such punishments are already so daily norm for master that it is nothing significant to him. But as slave, bearing the receiving end, the pain is still felt, which embedded more lesson-learned in my head to improve and behave better. Pain is indeed is useful tools to the master to constantly train and conditioned me to be more of his slave. And to keep me reminded of my position with him. 

Being a typical weekday, after watching tv, master decided to go to bed. And as usual, I kneeled by his bedside waiting on him, until he falls soundly asleep... 

That concludes a typical weekday of life as 24/7 sissy slave maid... And the cycle continues.... 

.... until I commit another major mistakes... or master decides on a special event....... 

2 year contract- live-in girl maid for master.... typical day- Part 1

It has been roughly about 1 year into my life as a live-in household 24/7 slave-girl for my master. Halfway through my contract before I am given a chance to make a decision to continue as lifetime slave or be free again. But for now, I have been mental conditioned and trained well by master to be a super girly, demur sissy household slave in my master's house. 

This post is sharing about a typical day as a sissy-slave-maid (as what master refers me as). 

It has been a long day, of chores, serving and some punishments finally I am at my official last task . My last task is to wait on master, kneeling by his bedside until he finally sleeping soundly before I can retreat to the quarter. 

A slave can only sleep after the master's sleep and must rise up earlier than the master to wait on him. 

Finally, when the master is sound asleep, I did the routine bow (careful with every actions because I am always watched by the CCTV) before retreating to the quarter right beside the master's bedroom. 

Master has partitioned a small room barely the size of 3m by 1m right beside his room as a slave quarter. The furnishing only comprise of a bed, few hangers for the uniforms, and a small side table. It does not have any window (afterall slaves don't deserves such), and is ventilated by a 2 small ventilation fans on the wall. The lighting is only a few light bulbs which is create alot of heat when it is switched on.  My bed is actually a coffin-like box with a thin mattress lining in it, with a hard elevated pillow. Master designed the bed this way as a reminder to me that he has full control over me, to the slightest point of sleep, in such a way that he can anytime come in and lock me in the box at his pleasure in the middle of the night... Which he has done it before! 

Back to the routine... Once in the quarter, though my official duties are finished, I am still required to perform my basic slave admin duties before turning in. I have a strict routine to follow, failure which will add to my huge pool of punishment debt which I have already owed master. 

Changing uniforms

I have to first change out of the 'master prescribed maid uniform' and into the so-called admin uniform. Admin uniform is actually a full set of school uniform from a local school. Other than the usual maid uniform, this is the other set of uniform I must be seen in when not doing my maid duties. 

I swiftly, yet with demurely unbottoned the blouse... finally feel some breathing air the moment I buttoned.. Removed the blouse and hang it on one of the hangers. 

Yes, as a trained slave, unlike vanilla life where after undressing, simply throw the clothing on the floor, I am trained to respect the uniform as it's master's property and not allowed to drop to the floor. 

Then, I carefully and gently remove the bra from my chest. The bra which I have to wear with the maid uniform is the padded type which helps enhance the looks for the master. Same thing, thereafter, hang on the same hanger with the blouse. 

After that, I unzipped the back of the uniform skirt, sigh of relieve from the tight skirt. Similarly, hang it on the hanger as well. Thereafter, I could remove the ever high stilettos heels to complete the undressing process.

Summary, even for the undressing process, I have to follow strict procedures, which will be periodically checked by master via the camera. In short, the process of removal is: blouse, bra, skirt then heels. Any other sequence will be punished. 

There, I quickly dressed into the admin uniform, which the putting on sequence is also detailed prescribe by the master. a plain sports bra, then the buttoned up blouse, pinafore, socks and lastly plain white school canvas shoes. 

Then, I have to do my admin chores. 

I really hope that I can finish up fast because that will mean the amount of sleep I would have. As live-in slave, the amount of sleep daily is barely 3-4 hours. On good days, where the master turn in early, I could get maybe 5-6 hours of sleep. Really, unlike my old vanilla life, sleep as slave is very little, and I am forced and conditioned to make do with little sleep, however tough it may be... 

Admin chores before bed

First, I have to wash the maid uniform with a prepared pail of water. Master only issued 1 set of the maid uniform and master expect the set to be washed, starched and iron daily so that the slave will always look 'clean' and presentable in the uniform. 

In the small quarters, and limited water supply, I took down the blouse and the skirt from the hanger to handwash them with the limited resources. In my mind, was only to quickly get it done so I can finally sleep. After washing, I have to squeezed the uniform as dry as possible with my hands so that it can dry on time by the morning... 

Thereafter, I placed the uniform back to the hangers, positioned right by the ventilation fan to aid the fast drying process. The lights in the quarter must remain on throughout the night so that the heat and the fan can dry it fast enough. As such, as slave, the uniform, master's property, being more important than me, have to sleep in the lighted room... So the uniform can dry on time. 

From the past experience, with the fan and light, the uniform will be dried on time in the morning. Which I will have to iron as part of the morning admin chores.

After finishing, I can finally go to bed..... 

Sidetrack- oversleeping experience 

As slaves are not allowed to know the time, naturally, the quarters do not have any clock. I have to estimate my sleep, waking up with enough time to do up the morning admin chores before the master wakes up.. 

Remember few incidents, being so tired, I slept though unit master woke up before me. Remembered his fury those days. While sleeping, he would simply chain up my neck, pull me out directly from my sleep which i would have instantly got awoken. Usually on week days, as he would have to go work, punishments would be reserved for the later. However, I still have to fulfil my daily chores for the day. 

Under such cases, he would demand that I quickly change into my maid uniforms, say in 10 mins, and uniform still fully ironed.. and get to the chores for the day. Sometimes, i don't allow me to change out of the admin uniform, but wear the maid uniform over.. Or sometimes, if master was really in a rush, I would have to serve my chores in the admin uniform, but of course, with heels. 

Usually, for such incidents of infringement, the punishment will usually be at night. And will usually lead me to commit more infringement along the way.. Leading to more major punishments... And more and this can stretch for weeks until master decided to relent in his mercy or he decided to convert to punishment debt. 

For most times, the crime of oversleeping will result in me being deprived of sleep for the night. Usually, master will chain me by the neck to the ceiling, with the chain from the ceiling sufficient for me to bend a little down. And thereafter leave me that to reflect for the night on my crime. I would only be released the next morning, by which I had to resume my daily chores, with no excuse from the punishment. 

And being seriously lack of sleep, chances was that my work standards would drop drastically or perform silly mistakes. which leads to more punishments. This punishments may stretch way into the night. leading to a risk of oversleeping the next day... Resulting in a vicious cycle of infringements. 

Last i remembered, this cycle which I go into... only managed to get out of it only after 2 weeks.. only when master decided that I became so unproductive that he decided to convert to punishment debt, a super-valued one of course. Adding on to that, I was also not given 'off days for 2 months' 

Off days??? for a slave?? Yes, but it is not the same as vanilla life. 

Off days.

Off days are given by master the once a week, usually on a weekend in accordance to his pleasure. It is not guaranteed and can easily be taken away. Although it was stated in the contract that I may be given off days once a week. 

Off can easily be taken away if master requires my service for the day or that he has a party which I am required to prepare for and serve in the party. Well, parties are over weekends. 

Or if that week, master finds my performance not acceptable, he will not give the off days. With that day used to finish up the backlog chores. 

So far, as much as i can remember, I was only given about 8-10 off days for the year. 

As a live-in-slave sissy maid, off days is not like those in vanilla life where I am allowed out of the house or be out of the uniform for the day. It is not a day I am allowed to roam freely around the house.. It is also not the day I can let myself down and misbehave or behave as a boy. Rules for a slave, rules for being a sissy girl, rules for being a maid still applies during off days. Off days as a sissy slave maid is NOT THE SAME as what a VANILLA LIFE perceive. Although it is already should be considered a super luxury for a slave. 

I would not know if I am granted off days until the day itself. Upon being granted the off, I am supposed to retreat back to my quarters for my off. There, I am either allowed to do my admin chores, (like brush hair, wash and ironing of uniforms) OR read books (books available are mostly about how to be a better slaves) OR simply kneel down and reflect on how to be a better slave for the master. 

Sleeping is not allowed doing the off period. Although closing eyes while kneeling is allowed provided I don't lean to sleep. 

For this 1 year, I have learned and conditioned and accepted that off days of this type is indeed a luxury. I have learned to look forward for such, although normal people would not have. But it was really a period of off from the never-ending chores, serving masters and activities. 

However, I am always mindful that while having my off, it can suddenly end, if master, via his CCTV notice that I am sleeping, behave inappropriately or doing what I am NOT supposed to do. It happened once or twice, and the remaining time of off was immediately converted to time of punishement, which was at the other end of the scale! 

And being slave, and really value my off-days, I have learned fast and made sure I really behave during the time of off.. 

To be continued...

Opinion: which school uniform

School uniform is my number 1 fetish and everything really revolves around this. Notice in the entire storyline, the uniform is mentioned more than all the other kinks, slave activities, punishments and tortures.

That is why for any potential master/mistress, my only criteria is as long as I am made to become a school girl in full school uniform all the way, the rest is to the decision of the master. If made to choose between school uniform or any/all the others kinks, I will surely choose school uniform first..

So further my previous post, I have an ideal school uniform in mind.

But instead of going straight, I decided to elaborate more of the criteria which makes me so fetishly high about that uniform:
1. Uniform must look very complicated and neat
2. Uniform must look very girly
3. Uniform must be restrictive such that it force the wearer to behave girly
4. Uniform must be difficult to put on, or need more time to put on or undress.

Hence, the above criteria narrow down to many local girls school uniform- which are distinctive girly in nature. For example, some uniform are sleeveless which psychologically makes the wearer guard their underarms and not lift the hands up too high for fear of exposing the armpits. Which makes them behave girly. Some pictures as follows:

 

And by default, all girls school uniforms are skirts-based- mere skirt, pinafore or dress. Which sadly some mixed gender school has evolved the girls uniforms to skorts. And definitely, wearing skirts makes movements more restricted than pants. And one have to adopt certain posture when wearing skirt which makes behaviour more girly because to prevent exposure. For example, cannot bend the body down to pick up something from the floor, but can only bend the knees to lower the body instead.

However, the first uniform, thought look very unique, but it is extremely comfortable, in hot and humid weather. It is nicknamed a sundress which is easily worn, except for the zip at the back.

So, in order to match the criteria, what is left is those uniforms that are pinafore types. Citing previous post: 'I remembered quite fondly that during some talks in class, the girls would occasionally complaint about their school uniforms (with pinafore) being uncomfortable because it was very hot.' Remembered a girl mentioned about: imagine wearing double layer of cloth for the whole day, will surely be uncomfortable.

Also, uniforms with pinafore looks extremely complicated on the outside, because of the double layer look.

Naturally, uniforms with pinafore looks harder to put on because after wearing the blouse, the wearer has to slip the entire pinafore over the body, and that need to be adjusted and belt need to be tightened over. (This is more complicated than just simply button up a skirt)

To add on to the difficult to put on, some of this uniform need to put on metal badges, name tags and also need to wear tie on certain day. Putting on the uniform really takes time. The following uniform seems to make the mark:



But what these uniforms seems to lack are that the blouse are not buttoned up all the way on normal days except when days they need to wear tie. Buttoning up makes the wearer looks more girly and also makes it more complicated looking and restrictive looking because it looks tight around the neck.

There is one uniforms that still has this feature:



Interesting, this uniforms always appear as the top few on votes about school uniform and one polls even mentioned that the "entire attire looks stuffy to be stuck in all day." It is quite true though especially where the pinafore is zipped up to tighten up the upper torso area, and also create body-shapped look.

Sadly the only drawback about this is that the belt is integrated into the pinafore instead of the separate item. But there is still a version that the belt is still separated.

So somehow, this uniform top the list for me because:
1. It is double layer and lots of girls complaint it is stuffy to be in it
2. also the pinafore layer when zipped up tighten the whole attire making it restrictive
3. The skirt of the pinafore is also flared out making it very girly
4. the blouse is buttoned to the top which makes it more tight
5. Additional of tie will makes the tightness more the looks will be enhanced to be more complicated and neat.
6. in terms of looks, there is this white belt that makes it very unique and stand out
7. Materials are also made of those cheaper uniforms materials

Additional remarks:
This is thoughts to make the uniform more enhanced for the fantasy which i am into: Addition of: 
the school blazer- which will makes it more stuffy
long sleeve blouse- which will makes it more stuffy and restrictive


Note: Above pictures are taken from google and modified as much as possible to make sure no person's privacy is violated. Should anyone is offended with the pictures or any rights violated or found out the privacy is violated, please email to edc4656@yahoo.com. The pictures will be removed accordingly.

Opinion: Why school uniform over other fetish clothing

School uniform seems to be the top few fetish clothing to many man. One survey of  209 on Japanese men showed school uniforms talking 1st and 4th place (only clothing with 2 places!) on what they want to see their girlfriend in. The internet indeed have many articles about school uniform fetishes. And school uniform fetishes seems to be one of the more popular fetish even in Singapore.

(https://japantoday.com/category/features/lifestyle/japanese-men-reveal-costumes-they-want-their-girlfriends-to-wear)

Hence the question is: Why school uniform?? 

Most places explain that the reason why school uniforms is so high up the ranks is mainly because puberty occurs during the school going age and that school girls in uniform are in plain sights of the raging hormones. Henceforth, school uniforms subtly becomes correlated to sexuality for many. 

As result, some people develops sexual preference with girls in school uniforms. Some even ended up stealing girls uniform only to run afoul with the law. In short, they male sexuality is linked to school girl uniforms. 

However, as for me, I have developed something very different from this male mainstream-ness. During the onset of puberty, I started dreaming of me being forced or made to exchange school uniform with the girls in school. 

Back then, the girls uniform were those of pinafore types. I remembered quite fondly that during some talks in class, the girls would occasionally complaint about their school uniforms being uncomfortable because it was very hot. Back then, schools do not have air-condition and that the whole class was only ventilated by 2 ceiling fans, which can make the classroom quite stuffy in the day. Remember that the girls also mention that when they have choices to choose the next school, they would choose those schools which does not require them to wear pinafores for their uniforms. 

With that, it somehow registered to me that being in girls uniform is an uncomfortable thing and that being in a girls uniform with pinafore is like a form of punishment. So, those dreams about being forced to wear girls uniforms where mostly that as form of punishment, usually as penalty for games which we played and I lost. 

Since then, in my growing up years, I keep imagining myself being in girls uniforms and being tortured of punished when it. 

Also, the girls complaint of their uniforms also developed a privileged gender mindset unknowingly. It like girls were made to wear uncomfortable uniforms, where boys' uniform seems more comfortable, and we never ever complained about the uniforms. This may have developed some dorm character of me being a boy is more privileged. But not sure what happened, instead, I keep thinking of being the unprivileged gender and wanted to be treated as one. Somehow, I keep imagining being the unprivileged one and be treated unfairly and be abused as a girl in uniform.

Really not sure what I keep wanting to be degraded.. a very strong inert desire. And not to cling on to my so-called powers and privilege to become a dorm mindset. 

So, in my growing up, my recurring imagination would be at some stay-overs, playing games with group of friends and loser would be forced to wear school uniforms. The imagination usually was that the so-called friend team-up and conspired against me such that I would surely lose. So, after losing and being transformed to a school girl, I would be abused by the guys and be treated as some lowly creature and be their maid for the rest of the session. I would imagine that they would punish or cane me for slightest mis-behavior or not being girly. And at night, I would either be jailed up or chained up by my guy friend because that is the appropriate treatment for a school girl!- Lowly, made to serve boys and unprivileged and made to wear uncomfortable clothing. 

(Some thought, maybe its a good thing I am not a dorm, I may end up being extremely sadist. So now the opposite happens, I ended up imaging sadist treatment on myself instead!!)

Also, along my growing up years, unknowing to me, there was occasional craves for being abused, treated unfairly, locked up and be tortured. Such craves could keep me up all night imagining about it and fantasizing about it. And the next day having that form of unquenchable desires for it to happen to me! 

This somehow as correlation to why I am particularly fond of school uniforms, although I do also have occasional craves for maid uniforms or any other clothing that may look uncomfortable or reflections of lowly social status. School uniforms become my top fetish not so as what those 'scholarly commentary' attributing it to puberty, but more of it seems to be worst clothing to be in which I related to because of my experience as student.   

During my time, schools was a place where fear was instilled more than education, teachers all each owned a customized designed cane, ready to punish any school uniformed kid in school. It was a place that I don't enjoyed going, like most kids, and everyday, my anticipation was waiting for the school bell to ring. Hence wearing of school uniform means going to loathsome place, bringing the idea of uniform being a clothing that we want to be in. 

Also, teachers were viewed as superior beings in schools. The whole class had to greet the teacher at the beginning of every lessons, or respectfully greet the teacher during breaks which they walked past a teacher. And school uniform was like a label to identify the beings. And whenever a teacher walked past students in uniforms, some would even demand greetings if it was not given. I witnessed that if the child was not in uniform ( some parents changed them out after school to bring them out), the same teacher just simply ignored them. Hence, uniform was registered as a label of lowliness over some greater being. 

Even after schools, if we go out in uniforms, the rules usually writes that we have to be of certain behavior as long as we are in uniforms outside. This somehow further enforced my mindset wearing school uniforms controls our behavior and restrict our freedom. What added to this was many entertainment places does not allow students in school uniform to enter. All these really helped in making the school uniforms a socially restrictive item to be in. Definitely not a clothing of choice to wear out for anyone who wants to have fun or let hairs down. 

Also, school's have very specific strict dress-code from top to toe for school uniforms and the associate accessories. This was actively enforced and inspected by teachers in schools. Thus, giving this idea that it is clothing of restrictions. 

What made girls school uniforms more appealing to me as a slave uniform was that we heard of stories that in all-girls school, when the girls need to look for teachers in staffs room, they were expected to phrase their request in a particular manner at the door. Example, good morning Miss, I am XXXX from class XXX, I am looking for Miss XXX. Also, girls school rule books have so specific rules like expectation to act gently and ladylike, even when outside in school uniforms. This really did drilled the ultimate mindset in! Impression is cemented: Being a girl in school uniform is extremely hard and deficult because of unreasonable expectations of behaving ladylike. (maybe this is easy for girls as they may be instinctively submissive, but not to a boy with testosterone). 

This really indeed sealed the fact that being made to wear girls school uniform is the most degrading and uncomfortable clothing to be in. Which makes me particular hoping that my slavery will be as a school girl in full uniform, including school shoes and socks and accessories of what a school girl would have worn to school.- to be a degraded being, forced into specific girly behavior, many restrictions and be disciplined punished accordingly as a school girl. 

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Upcoming post: which school uniform which I am particularly inclined to in a country where we have different designs of uniforms for different schools (unlike some country where everyone wears the same type or similar school uniforms throughout the country)