The penalties for disobeying and more importantly, DISRESPECTING, lying to - ME, Master Mike.

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again.

I cannot stand liars, those that disobey direct orders from the Emperor (sissies especially), procrastinators, cheap skates and blue light specials wanting the world for free (pet peeve), and a lot more.

Most of all those, and I make this very clear to everyone, my red lines are LYING and out and out disrespect.

Any of the above, and there will be severe consequences.

Most that serve me know Me well enough to know my word is golden.

If I say something, I do it. Period. That holds for punishment – or reward – in equal measures.

Yet, there are idiots, like sissy Gabriella you’re well aware of that buck and say “your bark is worse than your bite”.

Really?

Do not mistake the velvet glove, my friend.

It covers a hand of rebar.

Since last Monday the disrespect and disobedience and continual habitual lying from sissy Gabriella made punishment very necessary. I had gone easy on the bitch in the past so she thought I’d do the same again. And that’s partly my bad, though not fully, as there was a plan in place, but always remember, one concession leads to the other, so it was with sissy Gabriella.

Of course, life always comes full circle.

And within the space of a week, conseqiences for her –

She’s been kicked out of her place with nothing but two butt plugs in her and the clothes on her back.

Her friends know. Some of them. And they’re nigh disgusted. Her family and work will soon get wind of it.

And I’m not even past stage one of outing her. .

Amazingly enough she still disobeys direct orders. Still lies. Still does all the above.

If there ever were a case of someone watching and enjoying their entire life getting ruined before their eyes and vainly clinging to the “it’ll stop” option when she knows deep down inside it won’t, it’s Gabriella.

In her own words after that (the above was her latest caper/misadventures) –

Our time so far

I’ve been a bad sissy, more accurately I’ve been a bad person. I’ve been dishonest, cheap and have made a lot of stupid decisions. I’ll start from the beginning.

I first met Perfect Master Sir Mike when I liked a couple of his most wonderful foot pictures. God I love those feet. He approached me to discuss the pictures but at that time I didn’t know what I wanted. I turned him down at the time, choosing instead to scroll my way through the sea of sissy pictures and captions that I generally follow on X. Little did I know that Master wanted more and over time, with his many pictures and videos of his feet, he brought me back to his blog. My feed was becoming more and more picture of feet, with far less sissy captions as I retweeted and liked more of his posts.

Months passed and he approached me again. At this point I was already captured, my head wanted more of his feet pictures, more of his attention, and he gave that to me, talking to me for hours through X on the messenger, sending me pictures and allowing me to use them as my phone background. I was his and he knew it, my mind swam with pictures of his feet whenever I allowed it to wander, I would constantly check X and my emails for another communication from him, and every single message gave me that dopamine hit. I felt excited to read every one, whatever it said because it was from him. At times he told me things about me that I wasn’t aware that I had shared. I still don’t know if he is watching me, if he just knows how sissies like me think, or if I did tell him either accidentally or under his control as I really do not remember. His control over me was amazing.

Moving to more recent times, I got cheap. In reality, I was always cheap. I was encouraged to buy his e-books which after reading the first one, I was excited to do. His writing style, his candid explanation of situations, his examples of real life situations that he has been in, they all make for great reading.

Even after all I’ve been through, I still encourage you readers to go buy what he is selling. They are worth it.

I always asked for a discount, looking back this was really wrong asking him to cheapen his products just to please my wallet.

As the weeks went on, I got scared as to how much of my limited money I was spending on this, I said no a few times to buying books from Master knowing full well that I could afford them, but I wanted to keep my money for myself. I wanted to maintain my lifestyle, my persona as a straight, heterosexual, vanilla man who could do what he pleases and for that I wanted to hold my money back. Once I said no, I found it easier to say no to other things, to simple tasks that I didn’t feel that I had time to do, or didn’t prioritise over my ‘normal’ life tasks.

The one thing I have refused to share is my full face. I have been asked to share it many times and have said no every time. This I believe was the start of the end for me. Because I said no to that, I would purposefully delay doing tasks, or not do them at all. When asked to pay by a new method that would require me to upload my personal ID with my face on it, I lied and said that it would not accept my ID. I lied because I didn’t want to say that I was scared to share my face online. The lying got easier, I lied more and more and was eventually called out for it. I lost the trust of my Master and then refused to do anything else. My behaviour as an owned sissy was intolerable. I was disobedient, rude and dishonest. I told my Master that I had escaped, that I was no longer owned but at that point I had already sent him too much information on me. He knew where I lived, he knew where I worked. He had contact details for one of my friends.

I was given the option to pay him an amount to return to his control. A small, simple amount that at the time I could easily have afforded. But my head was in the wrong place. I refused to pay him anything else out of principle. He explained that I would be outed as a sissy to everyone if I continued to refuse and he once again offered me a way of with a small, one off payment. At the time I was under the impression that he would not do it, that he was making threats just to get his own way and to discipline a misbehaving sissy. I even mocked him telling him that he’ll never expose me and that he has no control over me.

I was very wrong.

Details of what I have done were sent to my friend, which included details of me entering her room and filming myself pretending to be a cow on her floor. I’d like to say that I am ashamed that I did this but it was a lot of fun and felt amazing to do.

The details of what I have been doing have now been shared with the other people I live with, and the decision has been made that I should move out of the house and find alternative accommodation. There have also been attempts to contact my work through X to share my information there but at the time of writing, there have been no mention of it at my office. I feel that I need to say at this point that at every stage of my ‘outing’ I have been offered the chance to stop it by paying a one off fee to my Master but my own stubbornness has stopped me doing it every time. I feel that it’s got so deep that I can’t pay it now. It would be so tough to do it knowing that I could have just paid the much smaller amount earlier and avoided all of this. I don’t know why I still feel the need to perform tasks for him but clearly I’ve not escaped, he still has control over my mind and I keep doing things that he asks of me. I still moo randomly without being asked to, it has been conditioned into my head and I can’t stop myself from doing it now. Something that will last a long time, the amazing power of Masters control.

I am entirely to blame for what has happened to me. I was cheap, dishonest and disobedient. I wasted Masters time claiming that I wanted to be trained as a sissy and then I did this. I will always dream of Masters feet, his body and his powerful words that clouded my mind and how I threw it all away just so that I could maintain my vanilla life which I ultimately lost in the end anyway.

Thank you Perfect Master Sir