THE SISSY TRAINING
BEGINS
My name is Carl Slater, I write this entry as I was told to do so, somehow I can recall the very day before my life being changed forever, I please my Mistress now, because I freely do so, her control over me only merely released what had been inside of me all along, a genuine Pet Love and the need to serve. I will make entries until the day my life is complete, then I wont need to write any more in this dairy.
It is to remind me of what I once was and why, so that I will always be grateful to my Mistress but also to help me realise how much better my life is now under her care and love to me. Getting back to where it all began, well I had woken up one Saturday morning and it was like every other morning.
Carl Slater had woken up to the arrival of mail that had come through the letter box that was on his front door, he did not have one of those mail boxes you usually see at nearly most other American homes, the metal window shutter clattered loudly that it’s noise even echoed around the entire apartment. Carl lived in a converted house. The upstairs part had been turned into a separate apartment from down stairs, it was a fairly large house, big enough and easy enough to convert into separate apartments.
The back door now lead into a hallway that lead to the upstairs apartment, the stair case originally came down near to the front of the house, there was a lot of major alterations, but without it effecting the structural integrity of the entire house itself. The mail was so heavy, that it made a very loud thud on the tiled hallway, other areas of the house was either wooden flooring or tiled flooring, as Carl could not be bothered to buy any carpets apart from his bedroom and it was expensive to buy carpets for each of then rooms that needed carpets. Carl woke up, wondering how he even managed to cope being woken up in such a way.
He always felt groggy and half dazed, near to almost like having a hang over, somehow he suffered from these effects without the need to take alcohol in the first place and it was murder trying to wake up, even after two cups of milky coffee, which Carl loved to drink first thing in the morning instead of a pure fruit juice. OK, Carl was not your typical average American, In fact, his Mother had been an American Sarah Townsend, but she met a British guy who had been a Slater by trade as well as by name. Roof Slating that is, he was darn good at his job and he got promoted to a job in New York, they met at a bar and began seeing each other. Of course they got married and Carl had been their very first child, but sadly their only child, as they got killed in a collision with a big industrial truck that had been driving in the wrong direction.
The truck driver had only realised his vital error the moment he saw the car, at first he had thought he was on the right side of the road, only after the truck had smashed right into the car and he came out with minor injuries and was arrested. Had it been confirmed that he had indeed been on the wrong side of the road all along and was jailed for the death of Carl’s parents. He was only 13 years old at the time, he got taken into the care of a Foster home. But that was where Carl’s life had spiralled out of control, he ran away far too many times, got sent to a young offenders prison, but got released into yet another Foster care home, only for Carl to run away from that too many times too. Not to mention being a total misfit. Only near to 16 years old and held at a correctional facility, did Carl turn his life around for a short while.
He got himself a good decent job, until the day he had to be laid off work, due to the every increasing struggling economic crisis that was effecting the whole world. Carl tried so hard to get another job, but with each time he failed, that was what had sent him down the path of his deviant ways lasting throughout his teens, even when he reached the legal age of being an adult. 18 years old. Carl got a shower, still half dazed, anyone would naturally assume enough that a good hot shower would wake anyone up. But not Carl, he groggily made his first cup of milky coffee, which he had gotten from his father’s side.
His Father always loved a good cup of milky coffee, the smell of it would waft around the house, so it was natural enough that Carl craved to have the same thing too. It was sometime after his second cup of coffee that Carl went to check the post, there was a massive pile of envelopes, Carl could tell that most of them were bills, there was a rent demand letter which he did open. The big pile of letters was nothing new to Carl was no stranger too, he was getting used to receiving so many letters. Of course several bills left right and centre demanding money off him which he clearly did not have.
There was so many bills he could not possibly begin to pay off, that made him live from the misery of others, as he was miserable himself. Though it made it no more right that he made others suffer because of his own suffering. He had seen many times other youths steel handbags from women or young girls and that had appealed to him. So he took to stealing in the same way too and had even become very good at it, which only made him want to do it all the more.
“How much overdue rent!” Carl remarked looking at the huge set of numbers that were set against the dollar sign. It was so high there was no way he could pay and with the rent demand was an eviction notice.
“Right, that does it. I am going to have to snatch a handbag somehow that belongs to some wealthy rich lady if I am ever to pay any of this off.” Carl uttered to himself, little did he know that day of all days would be the day that would change his life for ever. It was at the very moment Carl had gotten the third call of the Mistress that he had that flash back. Now he was under her hypnotic control again, part of his subconscious mind was trying to fight the conditioning effects, wishing that he had never took to stealing handbags in the first place.
But there had been no way to have foreseen this, this was like something out of some kind of a twisted horror Movie, you know the ones I mean? The types that have those Psychopathic killers that make obscene phone calls to their victims before killing them. This situation was exactly like one of those Movies, only this was for real, as mysterious and impossible all of this was, it was happening and it was happening to him. “Now then my Sissy Pet, you have worn only one set of my underwear. You shall wear another, but wearing my underwear is not going to be enough, oh no.” Remarked that ever mysterious seductive female voice, warningly.
