The Institute

When The Ladies left early last night, I thought that my introduction to the new year was over. This was confirmed when they did not meet me at the door when I returned home from work this evening. Apparently it was a ruse as Amber showed up several minutes later, mad that I was not yet dressed up for punishment.

She put me into two rubber corsets, panty hose and high heels, stuffed my bra, took a picture and sent me to the garage to type up my thoughts on what she had planned for the evening. Actually, she didn’t just send me to the garage. She first sent me to unlock the door, then had me retrieve the camera, then to retrieve my laptop and finally to get my instructions, before allowing me to return to the garage for a final time. I believe that the multiple trips were just so she could see me walk across the breezeway several times to the detached garage. Usually she will give me a coat to cover myself, but this time I was completely exposed for any neighbors that happened to be looking. I am thankful she did not turn on the porch light to give the neighbors a better view.


The part of my punishment that has me the most concerned so far is that she put me in no bondage–which is usually a staple. And now due to the pressure of the corsets, I really have to use the restroom. I don’t want to think about what my punishment will be of returning to the house before I am called, but at the current time I have no choice.

For my training this past weekend Mistress M bought and made me a whole new set of clothes to serve her in.

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She said that this uniform does a better job of accentuating my girlish figure and she is proud of the way her sissy maid looks. What do you think of the new maid uniform and super short skirt?

My training for this month started early this morning with fixing breakfast in bed for Mistress, then drawing her a bath and helping her dress. After helping her get ready for the day I was sent to scrub the kitchen floor by hand.

Missing a spot and taking to much time led to a number of paddlings, in a variety of positions.

At the [suggestion of maid jenna][1], as a part of my punishment today, I was wrapped in plastic wrap and covered with the layer of clear packing tape to help me lear to better gauge time (since it took me too long to scrub the kitchen floor).

[1]: http://institute.cdpunishment.com/2006/09/stacee_skye_mistress_flies_solo

When Mistress arrived at home she was in the mood for punishment. She duct taped my legs together, bent me over the desk, pulled up down my panties and paddled me good.

After the paddling, Mistress kept me chained on the floor until she was ready for the main event–a duct tape hogtie.

At the beginning of March 2001, The Ladies decided they wanted to know that I would look like with breasts as big as beach balls. They were big enough that as times they had a tendency to pull me over forward and at one point I even needed to hold them up.

Click each image for a larger view.

What do you think of the results?

When I arrived at home this afternoon, [The Ladies of the Institute][1] met me at the door and told me that I was going to be dressed and offered to Mistress for punishment this evening.

They started by tightly wrapping my package with several strips of cloth and panty hose, before pulling on the thong. The panty hose that went on next are heeld in place by a double layer of rubber corsets that do a good job to improve my figure. To keep the package from moving around, they then put on a panty girdle. And then another one. And a third. To fill out the top, the breasts are help in place by a coupld of large bras–FF cups which get completely filled out. The outer clothing, a pair of jeans and a V-neck shirt, help to hid the ankle and wrist cuffs which are both locked on.


After I completed a couple of tasks, The Ladies granted my request to go to the restroom. It wasn’t an unreasonable request since they hadn’t allowed my a trip when I first arrived. They thought differently, however, and before I got dressed they should it would be good idea to coat my package in chapstick. The peppermint kind. Combined with the clothespins they had put on my nipples (under the water balloons), I was burning all over. (After completing a couple of other tasks, they judged my behavior improved enough to remove them while I typed this entry.)

So here I sit now, still trussed, waiting for her response as to whether I will be punished this evening. If so, it’s likely that I won’t be able to sit comfortably tomorrow–but the waiting is still the worst part. Except maybe the clothespins, which will be replaced as soon as I am finished typing this sentence.

**Update:**

Since my punishment for this evening has been declined, The Ladies would like to know how you think I should be punished next time. No reasonable, and even some unreasonable, punishments will be refused.

[1]: http://institute.cdpunishment.com/

Back in September of 2004, The Ladies of the Institute for Crossdressing Punishment we trying to figure out what size breast forms I should be using when they took this picture of me in a sweater.


The picture doesn’t do a good job of showing the discomfort they had me in–underneath the pairs of tight panty girdles, panty hose and corset, my little package was leashed up tight. Though the clothes haven’t changed much, the method used by The Ladies sure have: everything is much stricter and tighter, and the bondage is always on.

Yesterday’s training went much as expected. I was dressed by The Ladies of The Institute and left so Mistress could put me to work. For doing such a poor job on the bathroom, Mistress bent me over the couch and gave me a severe paddling. The results of which are shown:


Mistress and The Ladies would appreciate comments on how to make my training better in the future.

The Ladies of the Institute came over and dressed my up for Mistress–but she decided she didn’t need any work done this evening. Of note, they have taken to using clothespegs on my nipples–underneath the breast forms.