shysnale
Neurotic Escargot
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I had a busy week of sessions last week, but one session stayed in my mind a little longer than I wanted it to. A new slave who I had sessioned with perhaps three or four times requested a sissification role-play. Most of my slaves know these are the more fun, lighter side of my sessions and indeed it was for the first thirty minutes or so. My slave brought a wide assortment of sissy clothes and had great fun trying them all on. Half an hour in, my slave started complaining that he had pains in his chest. Suspecting a heart attack I acted immediately and applied my first aid knowledge to the situation. After a few minutes I saw no sign of recovery and had no hesitation in calling the ambulance. My slave’s health is very important to me and I would never allow anything untoward happen to them during my session. My only concern was the embarrassment and humiliation he may feel if he was seen in public wearing his sissy clothes. I tried to remove his makeup but every time I got close to him he grimaced as though he was in pain. I also tried to put his work jacket on him but again he would grimace and prevented me from putting his jacket on. I thought this was a little odd but I did not want to aggravate his condition any further. The ambulance arrived very promptly and knocked on the dungeon door. My slave rose to his feet and walked to the front door still visibly in pain. I liaised with the ambulance staff and explained as much as I could. My slave started mumbling some vague symptoms to the ambulance crew who were, in all fairness to them, very professional and never appeared to patronise him. They soon left in the ambulance van. I was very anxious to receive a message from my slave confirming that he was ok. About 2 hours later I received a message which was very surprising and made me extremely angry. Virtually all of my slaves are polite, obedient Mistress-fearing creatures. However, this particular slave explained to me in a text message that, his greatest fantasy was to be in a session dressed as a sissy, feigning a heart attack and being taken away by the ambulance crew. He felt this was the greatest humiliation but could not tell me in case I protested. He apologised numerous times and offered a further tribute to appease the situation. I do not serve money, nor do I forgive deception and disobedience. I no longer session with this slave, despite his numerous attempts to contact me. Trust bonds the slave to his Mistress, once that is gone, it can never be reignited.
I had a busy week of sessions last week, but one session stayed in my mind a little longer than I wanted it to. A new slave who I had sessioned with perhaps three or four times requested a sissification role-play. Most of my slaves know these are the more fun, lighter side of my sessions and indeed it was for the first thirty minutes or so. My slave brought a wide assortment of sissy clothes and had great fun trying them all on. Half an hour in, my slave started complaining that he had pains in his chest. Suspecting a heart attack I acted immediately and applied my first aid knowledge to the situation. After a few minutes I saw no sign of recovery and had no hesitation in calling the ambulance. My slave’s health is very important to me and I would never allow anything untoward happen to them during my session. My only concern was the embarrassment and humiliation he may feel if he was seen in public wearing his sissy clothes. I tried to remove his makeup but every time I got close to him he grimaced as though he was in pain. I also tried to put his work jacket on him but again he would grimace and prevented me from putting his jacket on. I thought this was a little odd but I did not want to aggravate his condition any further. The ambulance arrived very promptly and knocked on the dungeon door. My slave rose to his feet and walked to the front door still visibly in pain. I liaised with the ambulance staff and explained as much as I could. My slave started mumbling some vague symptoms to the ambulance crew who were, in all fairness to them, very professional and never appeared to patronise him. They soon left in the ambulance van. I was very anxious to receive a message from my slave confirming that he was ok. About 2 hours later I received a message which was very surprising and made me extremely angry. Virtually all of my slaves are polite, obedient Mistress-fearing creatures. However, this particular slave explained to me in a text message that, his greatest fantasy was to be in a session dressed as a sissy, feigning a heart attack and being taken away by the ambulance crew. He felt this was the greatest humiliation but could not tell me in case I protested. He apologised numerous times and offered a further tribute to appease the situation. I do not serve money, nor do I forgive deception and disobedience. I no longer session with this slave, despite his numerous attempts to contact me. Trust bonds the slave to his Mistress, once that is gone, it can never be reignited.