a true sissy confession –

Sad, but true – I rather enjoyed knowingly breaking the law and getting put in prison where I had cock galore for free. I’m a cheapskate, as I’ll explain in another post. For now, confession time.

Hello everyone. I want to tell you all about my time over the last 6 months, how I’ve served an online Master and how I’ve betrayed him, as well as all the sick things I have done in between. Warning, it is nasty so please stop reading here if you have a weak stomach.I am Gavin Thomas, I lived in Clifton just outside Bristol and I was approached by an online Master and agreed to try and serve him. Below is my testimony to him on our time together.——–Master Sir, our time together has been a roller coaster ride for me. From not knowing that I was even being groomed for your control, to being spoken to like you already owned me and instantly falling under your spell, to the sad way we had to end it.From that first moment I clicked the like button on your feet picture you have been different from all the others. You got into my head so quickly, filled it with desire for you, for your feet, for your body but I think it was your commanding words which did it for me. You seemed to know me better than I knew myself, knew things about what I do, what I like before I shared it with you. You told me what I should think and my naturally submissive mind took that as a fact instead of questioning it like I would have had it been said any other way. You filled my message box and my X feed with pictures and videos of your wonderful feet, I was excited to change my phone wallpaper to pictures of you, not just because you ordered it but because you had my mind so dependant on those pictures that any exposure to them gave me real pleasure. Since that day my mind has been growing steadily more foggy, if that’s the best word to describe it. My own thoughts were and still are constantly bombarded with your words, images of your cock and your feet come to me seemingly at random throughout the day and night. It’s a wonderful feeling. I have spoken about how making animal noises for you was so humiliating and degrading, it still is and I blush every time you mention me mooing or oinking in your messages. They really helped to make me feel like less of a human, less of a person of any importance, like I was an object there solely for your amusement, and I can’t deny that it was one of the most arousing things I’ve done. Truth be told, even without you as my Master Sir, I would likely still do it if I was told to. Finally to the end. I messed it up, I kept saying no and refusing the tasks that you demanded of me because I am cheap and because I want to cling on to my dull pointless vanilla life more than I want to give in and let you take full control of me. I take full responsibility for destroying what could have been a wonderful thing. My mind might never forget you, my body might always crave your control, your commanding words, but I walked away from it which is something I will likely regret for a long time, but I don’t think I will ever want to really give up the vanilla life in search of my sissy dreams. I’m sure this is of no concern to you, but I will be going ahead with the plans for my chastity keys in the coming days, disposing of them permanently. One thing we can agree on is that my clit useless for anything other than keeping me frustrated. I thank you for your control Master Sir, for the memories and for what is likely to be years of regret wondering ‘what if’. I also thank you for whatever is coming my way for ‘escaping’ in such a cowardly fashion. I understand that this can’t go

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Days after writing this I threw the keys to my chastity device into a fast flowing river and lost them forever. That cage remains locked on me to this day.

During my time this was happening I also took an unhealthy interest in a lady that I met. This is my confession as to what I did there.

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I want to admit to you that I have been stalking a lady that I saw at a supermarket who looked really attractive. As she walked past me I smelled her perfume and I really liked it. I followed her around the store while she did her shopping then through the tills and to her car. I made a note of the details of it and watched as she drove away. I hung around the supermarket car park at the same time the following week until I saw her parking up. I moved my car closer to hers and then went in to watch her. She looked so good. I made a point of standing in one of the aisles she was walking down and tried to start talking with her but she told me to go away and leave her alone. I wanted her so I tried again on a different aisle. She saw me and turned around trying to avoid me. I followed her at a distance while she did the rest of her shopping and got to the car park before her. I watched her through my car window as she looked around for me and then drove off. I followed at a distance until she got home. I stopped down the street from her watching her talking her shopping in. Over the next few weeks I did the same thing watching her shop and got to her house before her to watch her arrive. One time while she was out I put a card through her door wishing her a good day. I really want to go to her door and ask if she wants to have coffee just to get into the house. I’m going to do this one day when we have a hot day and she is all sweaty and tired. 

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After stalking this lady, I was arrested as I was found to be in a car which included a diary I had written detailing how I want to hurt her, as well as a stash of weapons that I intended to use on her. I was convicted and as it was my first offence, I was given an ankle tag which tracks where I go. I have to wear it for 6 months as if I go within a mile of the ladies house, I will be arrested again and the option to be free will be gone. 

Over the many years working at the NHS hospital in Gloucestershire I did a lot of bad things that I want to admit to. My confession below.

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During my 19 year career at the hospital I’ve used my privileged access to the network to find out information about people that should be private, I’ve edited audit logs and covered my tracks so well that it will be difficult to prove any of this. I used to scan through women’s staff email accounts to see what they were talking about. You wouldn’t believe the number of them that at some point have admitted to their friends that they have cheated on spouses or messed up at work and covered it up. My usual method of approach was to cause an issue on their desktops, covering my tracks behind me, so that they needed to call IT. I would then attend to them quite legitimately. I’d smell their hair, touch their shoulder to see their reaction, take a picture if I were able to without them seeing. I would often help them out by taking away any rubbish that they had on their desks and keeping any cups that they had drunk from as a souvenir. I would find out their shift patterns and then arrange to be in the office for the same time as they would. Once I had followed them home a few times I would accidentally on purpose run into then while they were out getting their lunch. I would ask them to meet me for coffee or lunch. I’d keep doing this until they said yes. If they ever threatened to report me, I would show them the emails they sent, detailing how they cheated or covered something up. I’d show them a picture of their house so they knew I had been there and knew where they lived. Eventually I got bored and moved on to a new victim. Many of them left shortly after I threatened them. I did this at least 15 times over the years. I potentially put numerous lives at risk by causing IT issues, and likely traumatised many female members of staff in the process. 

In addition to this, I performed several personal sexual acts over the years that I have been able to cover up by either using a blind spot to enter a female toilet, or by editing the security play back remotely to make it seem like I had not gone near them. I have favoured the female toilets as I like the way the mess they leave on our around the toilet seat tastes. I always picked times when the hospital was quiet so I didn’t get caught by women in there, and always before the night shift cleaned the stalls. I would go in and lock the first stall. I would then take out my cock so that I could rub it, then I would slowly lick both the toilet seat and the actual rim of the toilet clean. While I did that I imagined the women that I had been harassing were there making it dirty again. Once the toilet was clean I would move on to the next stall, repeating the process until I had cleaned them all in the room. I would then go through each of the sanitary bins looking for a used tampon or pad. I gathered these up in a bag and took them home to masturbate with that evening.

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The hospital have tried to cover this up as it looks bad on them but I need to admit to it.

During my time working at the hospital, I actually did very little work. I ran a side business that earned me a good amount of tax free money. This is my confession about how I got away with all of this.

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I would work from home for work as often as I could get away with. Much of my role allowed me to perform tasks remotely and with the NHS systems being so out of date, there was little automation in place. Every task had to be done by hand and took a long time. With a little technical know how I managed to automate most of my tasks so that barely an hour of my day was being used for the 7 hours I was being paid to do. That left me with plenty of time to start a business on the side. As you know I am very tight so I did not want to pay any tax so I kept it all away from a bank account.

I ran an informal IT support business, I would use Web forums to find people who just posted with new technical issues and contact them without actually replying to their thread so that it could not be seen by others. I offered to fix their issues for a fee and once they had paid that into my PayPal account, I fixed them. It started off very slow as a lot of people are worried about scammers when being approached like this, but I built a group of people who would regularly come to me with IT issues that I would fix. It was very easy to setup a PayPal account under an assumed make and to get a debit card from PayPal themselves so that my money did not hit a bank account. Their issues were often so minute that it was quickly fixed.

I ran my business from 2017 through to 2024. For the first 2 years I averaged around £30 extra a day, beyond that I brought in closer to £90 a day on average. In the last year I have earned significantly more through this small business, some days earning over £150 a day. I did this maybe 3 days a week on average. I would love to say that I have a nest egg to retire on now but I’m only tight when I want to be. The money has never remained in my account for long and has been spent on hotel upgrades whilst away with work, bar bills for hunky men in said hotels and other services whilst travelling.

I have had to put my business on hold since my work found out about it as I required the fast Internet provided within the house I was living in and I decided to find elsewhere to live.

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During this time, my house mates found out that I had been going into their rooms and wearing their female clothes, as well as carrying out these disgusting acts in their bathroom and even adding my own urine to their food. I was quickly thrown out and have been living in my car for some time now. Since then, my car had been vandalised several times, my tyres have been slashed twice and a hole was made in my fuel tank. Although I did not do this myself, it is my own fault that it happened, and I blame no one but myself for it. I also had an accident in my car when a dog ran out on front of me which wrote off my old car.