I woke as I had every other day that week, with the pain of the punishment pins in my chastity device cruelly quashing my nocturnal erection. It was before 6am so I would be unable to move from my restraints until the timed lock on my wrist popped open and I would be able to free myself from the other restraints that held me firmly in place, naked and spreadeagled on my back with four cameras live streaming me on the internet.
The reality and humiliation of my situation had not lessened, I'd quietly cried myself to sleep each night, partly because of the uncomfortable position I was restrained in, partly because of the pain caused by my chastity device, but mainly from frustration and humiliation. Frustration at the hopelessness of my situation and for getting caught. Humiliation from knowing that my nudity and chastity was being live streamed to the internet for the world to see and that as I lay locked to my bed each night, I had time to think and it was during this thinking time that I couldn't shake the thought that this was just the start of a journey, but to where, I did not dare contemplate.
I'd settled into my new routine during this first week. Once freed from my restraints I would use the bathroom, this was always a pressing requirement due to having been locked to my bed for 8 hours. Katy didn't lock my bedroom room door when i was locked to my bed, but she did always close it. I would then make breakfast for Mistress Katy and take it up for her to enjoy in bed. I would then take my vitamins and protein shake, which Katy had introduced on Monday as part of my new daily routine, before having some breakfast. Then to my dressing room to choose a pair of panties which I would wear under my suit before heading to work. I found the prospect of wearing panties to work slightly arousing, but very concerning. If they were to be spotted, that would be totally humiliating and had the potential for my chastity device to also be discovered.
Upon getting home at 6pm, I would dress in suitable attire as per rule 7 of my contract, this was always a french maids outfit; consisting of sheer black stockings, frilly, white, silk panties, an incredibly short black satin dress which wasn't long enough to cover either my ass or my chastity device if i bent or stretched during my chores, and a white apron. I would take a glass of wine to Katy to enjoy while she watched TV in the lounge and then do housework and prepare dinner which we would eat together.
After clearing up and cleaning the kitchen, which usually took until about 8pm, I was allowed to watch TV until 9pm, at which time I would go upstairs to take a bath, shave my body hair, apply body lotion and, time permitting either do my nails, apply a face scrub or carry out some other pampering activities which Katy insisted would make me more feminine. I'd rush across the landing to my bedroom around 9:55pm and lock myself to my bed ready for Katy to arrive at 10pm to secure my final restraint in place until my routine would start again at 6am the following morning.
Today though, was Saturday and weekends were to have a different routine. Saturdays would start as any other day of the week, but rather than going to work I would have to do housework whilst wearing my french maids outfit. Then lunch, more housework, dinner and then I would need to undertake my most serious and important routine of the week.
Sundays would be training days. After breakfast, Katy would take me up to my room and insert a vibrating butt plug before securing me to the St. Andrews cross and putting a constant stream of sissy hypno on the TV. She would release me and remove the butt plug around noon to prepare, serve and clear lunch. Then it was back to my bedroom for reinsertion of the butt plug and another 4 hours of sissy hypno, before the usual evening routine of dinner, TV, bath, pampering then bed.
But back to Saturday. Saturday nights were the 'main event' for the website that Katy had arranged to be created for her to stream my ordeal on to. She was very clear that I was to ensure I'd take a lot of time to shave and prepare correctly. She would require me to present myself for her inspection at 8.30pm, subject to her approval she would instruct me which outfit to wear, before being ready to enter my bedroom at 9pm. Katy told me that any failure to prepare to her satisfaction would not work out well for me.
I shaved my head to the required no.1 length, took a long hot soak in the bath and shaved all of my body hair. After getting out of the bath I covered my body with moisturising lotion, I didn't want to disappoint my mistress. I came out of the bathroom just before 8.30pm with a towel wrapped around my waist.
"Get in here for your inspection!" shouted Katy from my dressing room. I rushed into the room anxious not to keep her waiting. "Lose the towel, stand in the middle of the room, feet as far apart as possible and put your hands on your head," she ordered.
I did as she instructed and watched as she walked to stand in front of me. She took her phone from her tracksuit pocket and pointed it at me, I instinctively looked at the floor to hide my face. "Oh no you don't Dave, smile for the camera," she said sarcastically. I reluctantly looked up and forced a grin on to my face as she took photos of me, naked and hairless as the day I was born with the obvious exception of my chastity cage.
Katy slowly circled me, looking over every inch of my body. Once she was satisfied, she knelt in front of me and cupped my balls with her right hand. My cock instantly began to stiffen before those bloody punishment pins made their presence known. Katy smiled at my discomfort as she lifted my balls and ran her hand around my groin. "Tut tut Dave," she said with a grin, "you've missed a hair here," she said, as she tugged at it with her fingers to let me feel its presence, "That's going to cost you."
"The school girl outfit for tonight," she said, "You have 20 minutes to dress and get to your bedroom." She turned and left the room. I went to my wardrobe and selected the schoolgirl outfit. A thin sheer white blouse which would not hide my bra, a black and green stripped tie and an incredibly short tartan pleated skirt.
I put on a pair of black bikini briefs as i figured they would cover my chastity device, a black bra and some silky white hold ups. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up to my waist. It barely covered my arse cheeks. Then i put the blouse on and buttoned it up, my bra was clearly visible through it. Finally I chose a mask, it was obvious that i should wear the one with the blonde pigtails that gave the impression that the wearer had a moderate amount of make up. I checked the time, 8.55, my stomach turned summersaults as I had a final check in the mirror, unsuccessfully tried to make my skirt longer and headed to my bedroom.
The sight that greeted me was stunning. Katy was stood in the room wearing a skin tight leather catsuit which showed off every detail of her body. I'd never really appreciated her legs before, but I sure did now, the lovely curve of her buttocks, her slim waist and her large breasts. She was wearing a catwomanesque mask which would ensure her anonymity. She had moved the bench, with four sturdy wooden legs, ankle and wrist cuffs at the base of each, and a padded leather top, to the centre of the room and was casually leaning on it.
"Ah, sissy," she said, "do come in, lets not keep your fans waiting. You are going to be punished but before we begin, let me remind you of rules 5 & 12 of your contract. You will instantly follow any requests issued by me without hesitation or question and you will always show enthusiasm and gratitude in everything that you do. Now tell your fans why you are being punished."
