Disclaimer: The following piece of fictional writing contains adult themes and explicit content, including sexual acts and language. It is intended for mature readers only and may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
Author's comment: From this chapter onwards, I will be writing from the perspective of Bambi (formerly Daniel).
Chapter 2: A new life
I awoke to the sound of footsteps, my body stiff and sore from being bound to the chair all night long. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the small room, I took in the surroundings. The room I was in looked about four meters by four meters, barely big enough to contain all the furniture and equipment that dominated the space and the walls and floor were bare concrete. The air smelled of disinfectant and something else, something musky and vaguely unsettling.
To the right, in the corner of the room, was a glass-enclosed shower area, gleaming in the dim light of the room. The shower looked modern, complete with a rain shower and temperature controls. Beside the shower and running along the wall was a vanity, complete with a large mirror and various beauty products. An industrial-style exposed clothing rack ran parallel to it, made of sturdy metal and holding dozens of outfits on hangers. My attention lingered on the rack for a moment, wondering how many outfits and costumes were there.
On the opposite corner of the room to the shower was a four-poster bed, made entirely of black metal and with various loops and hooks along its frame. The bed was large and imposing, filling nearly a quarter of the room. Its stark, unyielding presence was intimidating, and the chains that hung from the posts added to the sense of foreboding. A shiver ran down my spine as I looked at it, pushing the thoughts of the many ways in which one might be bound and helpless on that bed. Next to the bed, on each side, there were a pair of nightstands, its surface clean and painted in black with red trimmings that matched the massive bed. A chest of drawers in matching colours stood beside it. I wondered briefly what might be stored inside it, but then quickly pushed the thought from his mind.
To my left, next to the door, were two dildos affixed to the wall at about waist height. They were made of thick, black rubber, and looked both menacing and somehow obscene. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear as looked at them. To the other side of the door, was a stationary bike and treadmill next to the toilet.
As the door opened, Mistress entered the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "Good morning, Daniel," she said with a cold smile. "I hope you slept well."
I shivered in fear and confusion. I was still bound to the chair, dressed only in the chastity cage and the shock collar around my neck.
"What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from quavering. "Why are you doing this to me? Please let me go."
Mistress didn't answer right away. Instead, she circled around, her fingers trailing over my naked flesh. I could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he realised that I was completely at her mercy.
"Your new life is about to begin, my dear," she finally said. "You're going to be quiet while I explain things to you or you're going to get punished."
I don't know what to think. My bonds were too tight to break out of and even if I managed to get free, she still had the keys to my chastity cage and could easily shock me into submission. So I just dropped my head.
"Now the, I'm sure what you're wondering what the purpose of your cage is. Well, it's there because of your infidelity, and the best way to ensure that you keep your fidelity is to lock up temptation," Mistress continued
My eyes widened in shock. "What? No, I don't want that. Please, let me go. I promise I will never cheat again."
Mistress just chuckled, her grip tightening on the remote for the shock collar and I shut up immediately, afraid of being painfully shocked. "You don't have a choice, little bitch. Everything that I'm going to do to you here, is punishment for that poor choice you made. Since you decided to put your needs above others, you're going to be punished by being trained to put others' needs above yours."
I tried to protest, but Mistress held up the remote, effectively silencing any further protests. "You must be wondering how that is going to happen. That's where your shock collar comes in. It's there to ensure that you comply with any and all instructions instantly, without hesitation, and to the desired standard. You see, it has been decided that the only way for you to learn how to put others' needs above your own is to be trained as a submissive sissy for a real man. That way, you'll truly experience putting his needs above yours."
My stomach churned at the thought of being forced to wear slutty clothing and to serve men sexually. "Please, Mistress," I begged. "I'll do anything you want, but please don't do this to me. Please, let me go."
Mistress was unyielding. "It's too late for that, Bambi. By the way, your name is now Bambi and you'll be punished if you don't refer to yourself as that. You'll be trained in all the skills you need to become the perfect submissive sissy. Soon, you'll be very eager to please me and submit to any man or anyone I tell you to. Perfectly obedient and always submissive. You're going to become Bambi, a submissive sissy for real men. Anyway, if you thought you were a real man, well, you aren't. A real man wouldn't be able to fit into your tiny chastity cage."
A wave of panic washed over me as Mistress continued to explain her plans for my training. As Mistress spoke, my mind went blank with fear. I didn't know how I was going to survive this, but I knew one thing for sure -- I was never going to be the same again.
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"Before I untie you, I have some rules I need to lay out for you," Mistress said firmly.
Lifting my head, I looked at Mistress with a mix of fear and trepidation.
"This room is monitored by cameras 24/7," Mistress continued. "We can see you, we can hear you at all times. You will be expected to comply with any and all instructions given by me and adhere to your training schedule. Deviation from the regimen will result in punishment. Disobeying any instruction will result in punishment. Hesitation in obeying will also result in punishment."
I gulped, feeling a lump form in my throat. I had expected that training would be trying, but the thought of being monitored constantly and punished even for the slightest was daunting.
"And this room is installed with a geofence," Mistress said, pointing to door. "There are devices outside that will detect the shock collar you are wearing and if you try to leave without my permission, the shock collar will activate and incapacitate you."
My eyes widened in alarm. Having experienced the shock collar first hand, I knew how painful it could be, not to mention any hope of escaping was quickly diminished.
