Poor little William was now all tied up and powerless to question his Ruling Domme Princess Angel.  She knew every little thing about the poor little wimp.  She had pictures of his tiny little penis, him dressed in frilly panties for Her, pictures with property of Princess Angel written on him, and even a picture of him impaling himself with a dildo with a little pair of pink panties layed around his knees.  But poor little William also knew Princess Angel had the ultimate trump card, all his personal information, including his place of employment and his supervisor’s name.  And Princess Angel was very content to have discovered that his supervisor was a Woman.  

William didn’t even dare ask Princess Angel how She obtained it or what She might do with it.  He knew all too well She was plenty devious enough and would not hesitate to divulge a part of “his little profile” to the appropriate party in the event he became resistant to Her plan to advance his training.  Knowing this, William now had to accede to all Princess Angel’s more advanced training tasks, which included the following: making him shop for panties at Victoria Secret and admit that his Mistress was requiring he buy and wear the panties, requiring that he wear panties and a butt-plug to work, greet his 28 year-old secretary in a wimpy voice and act subservient to Her, write letters of apology and forgiveness to many of his “ex-girlfriends,”  pleading them to forgive him for being such a tiny- dicked inadequate male; and expressing his hope that they find real men, rather, more well equipped boyfriends to attend to their needs as Women.  Princess Angel also required that he now call Her four times a week on niteflirt for dildo training and humiliation sessions, and that he increase Her monthly tribute to $2000.  Poor William knew what Angel knew and at this point he was not about to jeopardize his job security, not to mention the ultimate humiliation, so he went along and meekly agreed to all of Princess Angel’s demands.

Princess Angel also advanced little William’s training on the cuckold front. She let him know that Her lover was very well endowed and virile, the complete opposite of poor little William. She also made him beg a little, yes, beg and beg Her to go out with Her big lover on poor little William’s credit card.  Princess Angel would make him beg and whimper, pleading Her to go out with a real man, begging Her to fuck Her real man in a hotel room while poor William paid for it. And beg he did, She had reduced him to Her helpless little cuckolded blackmail sissy-wimp, and he saw no chance of escape. Oddly enough, in spite of Princess Angel’s using him and draining him, he had really never felt more erotic pleasure.  Her teasing and taunting him, together with the potential threat of blackmail, had reduced him to a helpless slave status that brought him to levels of sexual excitement never imagined, and there was more to come.