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In the dingy motel room where my life turned around in such a short time is where this story begins but the beginnings of this story were many years in the past, a past in which dressing up, spanking, bondage, cocksucking, public outings and humiliation had occurred in bits and pieces. I was not so much a real submissive as much as someone who felt like it was edgy to see how far I could come to the precipice of my fantasies that aroused me so much without becoming trapped by them. In the end I hoped I would become trapped and feel all that goes with being stuck living such unusual fantasies out but I also dreaded it for I knew if I was truly trapped, that an entirely comfortable life would disappear forever and be replaced by something much more different and intense.

In my 50's I knew that time was passing me by. I also knew that the desires in me would never leave. If anything, the passing of the years had only deepened them and allowed them to grow as well as change. A new desire had come my way, prompted into being by seeing pictures and drawings of male maids. The male maid look combined maleness with classic French Maid outfits and it was in that combination I could see the possibilities for humiliation and degradation, especially in a full time setting. My mind was enraptured with the idea of having nothing more to wear other than cheap costume-like French Maid dresses, a pair of knickers and some footwear. Inside a home or apartment it would be a look that would certainly suggest something is going on but out in public, it would be seen as a most jarring note to run around dressed like this. People were going to notice, people were going to laugh, people were going to make rude remarks and most
importantly, people were going to react.

Now to have a one-time thrill is fine but to be trapped into being stuck with living out the fantasy without it ending, to have to change my life fully in order to deal with the situation, is where my arousal met it's peak. I knew that certain buttons in me could be pushed as in the case with being regularly paddled and paddled hard enough to acquire that old c***dhood sense of dread that came when I knew a paddling was coming. I also knew that if I set myself up as completely vulnerable and showed someone how to take total advantage of a situation, that there would be no easy way out.

Equipped with my fantasies, a cheap French Maid uniform, a pair of knickers, my black stockings and suspenders, my heels and my plan, I had reached out to a younger dominant female in her 20's who delighted in the prospects of humiliating males. I fully confessed my dreams of public humiliation, paddlings, full time servitude, forced cocksucking, chastity devices and losing everything I had to live out my fantasy of being stuck living the rest of my life out as a male maid. This young dominant lady was shown how she could plunge me into the deep end of the pool and leave me there with no further responsibilities on her part. Wanting so badly to know that feeling of helplessness I begged her to take me on as a special project. Her urges to debase males combined with my plans to set forward a trip to a large city in which my former world would be totally turned upside down.

I knocked on the door of the room I had already reserved and paid for. She was inside waiting for me. It was the last time I ever wore male clothes outside. She opened the door, I stepped inside and promptly began to disrobe. She remained quiet during this time and as my clothes came off, she stuck them in a plastic rubbish bag. In my little plastic bag I had my pair of knickers, the French Maid dress, a paddle with holes, a toothbrush and a shaver. I donned the French Maid dress, stockings and a suspender belt and the knickers, then put on my heels

She finally spoke. "You stay here and I will be back in 10 minutes". She then took my car keys and the bag with my male clothes as well as my ID out the door. I closed the door as she departed. The engine starting noise meant the start of my new life as a humiliation male maid had begun. I heard her drive off, leaving me with nothing more in this world than what I had on, the toothbrush, the shaver and the paddle. Those 10 minutes were dreadful minutes for I was now irrevocably committed to going through with whatever she thought best from all the ideas I had sent her way over the last two weeks we had been in touch.

15 minutes had passed and it stretched to 20. I was now tired as well as a nervous wreck so I laid down. A few minutes later I heard a knock at the door. She had returned! My car was nowhere to be seen but she was back.

"Curtsey for me!" she commanded.

"Yes ma'am!" and I did so.

"Now I want you to lift the hem of that maid's dress fully when you curtsey so I see those knickers!" and with that said she sat down in the only chair in the room.

"Yes ma'am!" I replied and I made sure to give her a complete lifting of my dress so that the back of my knickers would show fully to anyone standing behind me. She could easily see if I was doing it right as a mirror was also behind me for her to check my pantyshowing performance out.

"Again!" she went and with my "Yes ma'am!" reply I did as ordered. The "Again!" command was made many times and complied with each time.

"Every time you get attention out in public you will curtsey this way. Every time someone speaks to you, you will curtsey this way. You will be getting your wish to show the world your knickers and this is just one of several ways you will be doing this. In time it will be as automatic as breathing and eating but for now it is a matter of training."

"Again!" she went.

After some more minutes of this curtsey training I began to tire. She noticed.

"It looks like you need some encouragement sissy! Lay over the back of this chair and grab it's legs...NOW!"

I quickly complied. She then grabbed the wooden paddle, pulled down my knickers and began to paddle me with fast hard smacks. In no time at all I was going "Ow! OW! Owww!!!" but the smacks kept coming.

"Keep ahold of those chair legs you pervert. This paddling hasn't even begun!" and the smacks came on without any letup. Thankfully for us there was no one in either of the neighboring rooms since it was the early afternoon as my ow noises turned into cries and then sobs. I had told her in our email exchanges that a paddling only really began once the crying began. She understood and now she was showing me just how well she understood.

I had to hold onto those legs with every bit of strength I could but my legs began to kick and my arse began to try to wiggle away from the painful stinging blows. She proved to be more than up to the task of paddling my arse and now it felt like a blowtorch had been turned on it, a blowtorch that would not quit.

All I could do was sob, cry and hang on to those chair legs until she was done. When she did complete the paddling, my arse had real blisters and deep purple bruises upon it while my face was running with tears and my nose was filled with snot. All I could do was cry in anguish and stay put. She then told me to stand up, pull my knickers back up and get back to my curtseying spot. Back in the chair she went.

"Again!" came the command to curtsey with my skirting fully lifted and being well motivated by the hardest paddling I had ever received in my life, I did so despite the continuing sobs. The "Agains" would flow until my crying had ended.

That is when my first taste of public humiliation as a male maid began.

"Now I want you to take this money and go down to the corner, where a convenience store is, get me a Coke and a burrito, then hustle your backside back here. Got that?"

"Yes ma'am!" and I curtseyed, then took the money and headed out the door.

It was broad daylight and it was a short walk from the parking lot to the busy street. The world was getting it's first glimpse of me as a male maid. A few people looked out of their cars and had wondering glances for me and soon enough I got my first horn honking and a "Crazy faggot!" yelled at me. I curtseyed to them as they drove on and the full knicker show I gave was seen by others who drove by, so they also honked and yelled, which got more curtseys coming from me. It was going to be a long walk to that store it appeared!

When I saw that the corner was quite a ways down the block, a very long block, I knew I had better hurry up as this was not the most patient lady in the world. My hot burning backside was further encouraging me to get on with what I was doing no matter how I was dressed. This wasn't some hot fantasy I was dreaming about, this was the reality of being outside looking like a typical male in a most untypical short sexy French Maid Halloween costume. My fears battled with my denial of what I was doing to myself but as I walked along I knew the trapped feeling was getting ever stronger.

At the store I quickly found the Coke and the burrito. The clerk was a younger male with punk-style hair, piercings and tattoos so he wasn't one to really insult me but he was curious.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"I'm getting turned into a full time male maid by a dominant lady," I replied.

"Oh really? That's cool, weird but cool! You have a lot of guts!" and he smiled.

Actually I thought I had taken a temporary leave of my senses and now was truly stuck thanks to that. The clerk put the burrito and the Coke in a paper bag and I walked out of the convenience store and back into the flow of traffic immediately. Once again more horn honks, more wolf whistles, more shouts and yells, all followed by more curtseys on my part. I was going to play the role all the way through and having been already well-trained in a short time to go along with the butt-blistering paddling I had received, I did what I was supposed to when people paid attention to me. They got a curtsey and anyone who saw me from the back got a complete view of my knickered arse to encourage even more attention.

It took what seemed to be 20 minutes to get back to the room and when I got there I saw an envelope taped to the door. I knew what had happened. One of the ideas put to her was for her to leave the room when I was out and take off, leaving me a bus pass, directions on how to use the bus system as well as directions on where I was to go. I opened the envelope and there it was, the bus pass and a short note. She was gone and my initiation into public humiliation would continue.

All I had to my name was the bag with the bottle of Coke and the burrito, the bus pass, that note and what I had on. At least she was nice enough to give me permission to eat the burrito and drink the Coke when I got hungry! I sat down on the steps outside the room and did so. A couple of people drove into the parking lot but no one said a word and they actually avoided me so I ate my little meal in peace, then threw away the garbage into a nearby can.

The bus stop was down the street 2 blocks away from the motel. This walk would be even longer than the last one and that meant plenty more exposure for me. Holding onto the hem of my French Maid dress to keep it pulled down so it would not slip and also so I could curtsey quickly, I made my way to the bus stop. No one else was there but I knew people would be on the bus, so up close and personal encounters were coming my way.

As I waited some more drivers paid attention to me standing there and as they did, the curtseys continued. So far it had been a good afternoon from a curtsey-training perspective but I worried about how things would go on the bus when the people paying attention were close by and not driving down the road at faster speeds. It's not every day you see a guy running around in a French Maid dress after all!

The bus pulled up and after it was obvious no one was getting off, I got on and showed the driver my pass. He didn't seem to react much but being a big city bus driver I am certain he had seen more strange things than me out there. There was a series of empty seats and only a few people on the bus so I seated myself alone. The directions on the note were to take this bus downtown, then board another bus that would take me to another part of town, after which I would get off and walk 3 blocks to another apartment building. Some people would be expecting me there. What I was going to be in for when I got there was something I had no idea of. In the meantime the bus proceeded on it's trip to the downtown area and more people got on. However none of them sat next to me even though the bus was starting to fill up. No one said anything but I knew my strangeness had put these people off. It was not so much humiliating as hurtful and I felt
that hurt inside me. I also felt the hurt from my well-paddled arse as I sat down as well and knew that even though I had asked for this, what I would feel would have little relation to what I had fantasized about.

I also knew there was no escape from my predicament and as I dwelled on that feeling I began to get aroused as my cock got harder and harder. Now I was swimming in sexual ecstasy among these people and I smiled. The dress was just long enough to cover up my knickers as I sat so no one saw them tent out but I knew what was going on down there. My cock liked the idea of being stuck in those knickers out in public and having only the minimum amount of skirting to keep it from showing how happy it was with the situation. The intensity of the experience served to intensify the feelings of arousal.

When I got off the bus on downtown and waited for the next one to come along I was in sissy pervert dreamland. Here I was, all alone in a bustling area with nothing more to wear than my French Maid dress, my knickers, my stockings and my heels. In my hand was the only possession I had, the envelope with the note and bus pass. It was a liberating experience to see how far I had come in the space of less than 2 hours from my initial entrance to that motel room. That is when the darker thoughts of "this is only the beginning" began to creep in. I shuddered.

A small group of girls saw me and giggled as I stood at the downtown bus stop. I curtseyed to them and more giggling ensued from other people, so I curtseyed to them and in doing so I gave the first group of girls to notice a full knicker show. That led to more giggling and more curtseying! An anonymous voice was heard saying "You are so crazy!" in the background so I curtseyed to that direction. As long as someone was paying attention to me I would do as I was trained to do and give those full knicker showing curtseys which were thought of by me originally as a way to get even more attention. They certainly did that!

My bus turned out to be the next one to come and I boarded it along with the rest of the people who had been at the bus stop. I found a seat in between a black man and a white woman. The white woman turned her head away but the black man looked at me and spoke.

"What's going on?" he asked.

I told him "I'm going around in public dressed as a male maid to see what kind of reactions I'll get. So far it hasn't been too bad."

"Oh really? I hope you are careful out there as you do look rather freaky. I bet you really are freaky!" and he said this with a grin.

"Yes I am and today is the first day of the rest of my life as a male maid. Did you know I gave up everything I owned to be like this?"

"Wow, you really are living la vida loca aren't you? Maybe you should come along with me and I'll show you a good freaky time," which sounded like a good invitation to me.

"What's your idea?" and at this point I had no idea of where this would lead.

"There's an adult bookstore we can get off at the next stop and they have booths there for crazy sissies like you to give blowjobs in," he mentioned. I thought about the stop I had to get to but hey, if this is what came my way I was up for it.

"I'll tell you what. I have to get to this other place pretty soon but I'll take a few extra minutes off to give you a good time." He liked the sound of that offer and we got off at the next stop together, with him grabbing my arse under my short French Maid dress to lead me along. I was loving it!

We headed for a booth and the patrons already there paid little attention as they had no doubt seen their share of tawdry transvestites show up to entertain them and suck them off. My new found friend sat down in the one chair and I kneeled on the floor. He unbuttoned his pants and out sprang a large cock already emitting precum. He was one turned on guy!

"Okay sweetcheeks, get to sucking and make Daddy happy!" he went.

I could only get his cockhead and a bit of his shaft in my mouth. "You must be new to this," he went and my head nodded yes. "That's alright, you just keep sucking and you keep on sucking cocks until you get real good." I felt encouraged and kept right on. "Now feel my balls...lick my balls...suck on my cock," came his directions and as I did I was having my mouth filled with the taste of his precum and sweaty balls. It was a powerful taste and an arousing one. I had fantasized about being out in the streets as a cocksucking sissy slut and now to have it happen for real was quite exciting.

This gentleman was also getting rather excited too and I felt him begin to spasm a bit as he hit his orgasm. The cum quickly filled my mouth and made me choke, which led to it running down from my mouth. He then pulled out and stroked his cock, shooting the cum load that remained on my face. "Swallow it whore!" he went and what was in my mouth did get swallowed but there were now gobs of cum on my face, in my hair and on the front of my cheap French Maid dress. Cum dribbled down my chin. I was thoroughly marked as a cocksucking sissy now and that added to the thrill.

"Now clean me up real good sweetcheeks," he demanded and I went back to sucking and licking his cock until it was as clean as I could make it. "You're a good little cocksucker aren't you?" and to that I nodded yes.

"Well then, I see one of my buddies is here, so let me get him to introduce his cock to your mouth. You stay put and he'll be right in," and with that said he quickly exited the booth. It looked like I would get more than I bargained for on this stop. How much more I had no idea but unless I wanted trouble, it looked like I had better stay put in the booth.

The wait was a short one. The next guy came in, dropped his pants and said "Suck on this bitch!". He wasn't as friendly sounding as the first guy so I did not argue and quickly got on my hands and knees to suck his cock. Soon enough moaning noises came from him and then the dirty talk began.

"You are a cheap cocksucking whore!"

"Suck like you mean it you bitch ass faggot!"

"Swallow it all you cocksucker!"

He kept talking as I kept sucking and since he was excited, he came quickly enough. Another load went into my mouth and down my throat. Another taste of cock, a different taste, filled my mouth. He also pulled out and made sure to spray some more cum on my face and on the front of my French Maid uniform.

"Now you just stay put bitch because I have got some more cocks for you to suck. You are going to be here a while so get ready!"

He walked out and in less than a minute another man came in. He wasnt much for talking but he most certainly wanted his cock sucked as he quickly dropped his pants, sat down and grabbed me by the back of the head to get the third blowjob I was to give there underway. Unlike the first two, he only let the first gush of cum go in my mouth and he sprayed me down quite heavily with the rest of his orgasm. My face was now glistening with cum and the front of my French Maid dress was heavily spotted with damp spots as well as fresh gobs of thick cum.

He pulled up his pants and said "Stay put whore", walked out and shortly after that came another man who was quite turned on by the sloppy seconds look I was showing. He was a quick but heavy cummer who made sure to further drench me down.

Now the gentleman who had brought me there came in as the blowjob ended and said, "Having a good time slut?"

"Yes but I do have to get to the next stop real soon or otherwise there will be problems. Please let me go, please!: and I said it with a smile.

"Sure bitch, you can go but only after you give me another blowjob, okay?"

"Okay," I went.

He dropped his pants and settled into the chair as the previous person left. This was going to be an extended bit of sucking since he had just cum around half an hour again. I stroked his cock with my soft hands, licked it with my moist tongue and then took it into my now well-used mouth. He got hard again and was apparently turned on by the cummy mess I had become. Once hard he had me do more ball-licking and thigh kissing to give him the oral worship he wanted. He was really enjoying this but I was getting quite tired so I hoped it would go quickly.

It wound up taking 20 minutes for this blowjob. He capped it by shooting what he had all over me as much as he could, then I gave him another 5 minutes of cleanup licking and sucking.

"It looks like you are now ready for the rest of your bus ride sissy! I hope those people you are supposed to meet enjoy the mess me and my friends made of you! If you come back here again I'll be sure to see you get even more cocks to suck!" He stood up, pulled up his pants and then told me to get up off the floor unless I wanted to be there for the rest of the day and night.

I guess I didn't get up fast enough for him as he said, "Okay bitch, you want the full treatment, here it is," and with that he pushed me back down, whistled and another of his friends came in. "Make sure this faggot whore sucks you nicely and when you are done, you get someone else in here to keep this bitch sucking cock. I've got to run but I'll be back later tonight and I want to see what the bitch looks like after being turned out as my new whore."

With that he grabbed the envelope with the address and bus pass. "You won't be needing this but don't worry bitch, I'll let whoever is there know I've got you and believe me, I got you."

His friend pulled down his pants, sat on the chair and said "Get to sucking my cock whore. You will be down here sucking cock every day from now on. Get used to it!"

In less than three hours I had gone from being a regular male to a male maid to a real cocksucking whore in an adult bookstore and there was no getting away. Oh I was trapped and in a way I had not thought of. I didn't know it but all these guys I was giving blowjobs to were calling their buddies to come on down and see I was properly initiated into my new life as a whore. A new cocksucking whore-to-be was born that day and that night. Blowjob followed after blowjob and as each one added just that much more cum to my hair, my face and my French Maid dress, I got wetter and slimier. Cum in my eyes stung so much I had to keep them shut. My mind began to shut down as cock followed cock. I was turning into the nastiest cumdump in town as the time passed and when the gentleman who had got me into the store came back, I was quite the sight for him to see.

"Wow, have you ever gotten a lot of cock today whore! Now you will finish me off and then I am going to take you to that address. Those people have a treat in store for you and then they are going to turn your ass over to me." He then dropped his pants, sat down and another long blowjob for my new master ensued. He must have spent close to an hour with me and all that time he would order me to do the various things he liked. As this was going on he also promised me that it would get even nastier tomorrow as I learned to use my tongue to lick ass. It was only going to get deeper and this was just the first step down into my utter debasement as a real whore. As tired as I was I also felt a naughty thrill knowing there was no stopping the humiliation train he had put me on.

My knickers tented. He felt down there and noticed.

"You like the sound of that don't you bitch?"

"Ummmm!" was the positive noise I made as I kept on sucking his cock.

"Oh yes, you are going to be the nastiest whore in this town when I get done with you bitch! Now let's get done so I can see you get your next treat!"

The last load was swallowed completely as by now I was as wetted down as I could possibly be. He helped me up from the floor and led me out of the room for the first time in some hours. I needed to pee quite badly but he made that into a humiliating experience.

"Head out of the store whore and do as I tell you, okay?"

I curtseyed and he was amused by that as I said "Yes sir!".

We walked down the street a bit and there was a dark alley into which we stepped. He told me to squat and pee into my panties when we were off the street far enough to avoid any troubles with passing police cars. I did as ordered and it was easier than expected since I had to wait so long. Ordinarily I would not have peed in public or been able to wait for the time that I did but I was so scared and so tight that the long wait resulted. After I peed my panties thoroughly I got another humiliation added on.

"Take off those panties and put them over your face bitch!" and with that order I had those wet panties on my face in no time at all and now I hoped that my cock and balls would not be showing to get me in trouble. He had a cure for that as he told me to lift a leg up, then the next leg and he had me step into another pair of panties. "Pull up your panties bitch and let's catch us a bus!" I headed out of the alley with my peed-in panties covering my face and now it was a double pantyshow betweem them and the ones I was wearing. He had picked up another pair from the people I was supposed to meet and that is where he was told about how to add pantyface humiliation to my situation.

A couple more blocks were walked in the night air, which was still fairly warm. We got to the bus stop and he led me onto the bus, which didn't have too many people on it at this hour but the ones who were on it certainly did notice my condition and appearance.

"Wow, what's up with this crazy ass faggot?" came a question from a young man.

"I'm making this bitch my whore," replied my new master.

"For real?" The young man sounded really curious and wondering. He had not yet lived long enough to see anything this freaky out in public yet. It's not like males run around in French Maid outfits with wet knickers over their face and have a lot of cum spots all over them all the time.

"Oh yes, believe me it's as real as I can make it for the bitch. You know where that adult bookstore is across from the bike shop? You come on down there tomorrow and this whore will suck your cock and stick their tongue up your ass. You'll have a good time I promise!" and my master smiled.

The young man looked entranced with the offer. "That's quite the freaky faggot you have there. I'll be down at the place tomorrow and look you up for some action."

"Good times my friend, good times!" my master exclaimed. The bus pulled over to stop and he led me off. "I'll see you get your freak on tomorrow and bring some friends if you like! This whore needs a lot of lessons." The young man gave a whoop and off we went to the place I should have gone to earlier that day.

"Knock on the door bitch and see what's in store for you now!"

I did so and it was answered by a large black girl, who said, "Get your arse in here sissy, we've been waiting for you!" I curtseyed to her and then I saw through the knicker legs the domme lady who had met me at the motel room earlier in the day. Now it was her turn to speak.

"It looks like you have been having a lot of fun and that you learned your curtsey lessons well. That's good sissy, real good. Now I'm going to add to your predicament. Come over here and stand in front of me."

"Yes ma'am," and after curtseying I quickly got myself in front of her.

From behind her back she brought out a small box. "Know what's in here sissy?"

"No ma'am" and I curtseyed again, which was making the whole room light up with smiles as they all saw how quickly I learned to obey and show respect.

"Here, open it up sissy. It's going to be part of the rest of your life so enjoy!"

Once again a curtsey, a thank you and then I took the box into my hands. I opened it up and inside was a chastity device. This was something I had mentioned to her and now after such a hard day, it was going to get even harder as my cock was stuck into this device.

"Pull down your knickers sissy and then hold up your dress," she commanded.

"Yes ma'am," and another curtsey followed after which I promptly obeyed. Now everyone saw my cock and balls as well as the well-bruised and well-blistered backside I had gotten from her earlier in the day.

My master noticed. "It looks like my new whore likes getting it's tail whipped. I'll be sure to see that arse gets plenty more of that action!"

The domme then handed the paddle to my master. "This is for you. Paddle this sissy's arse hard and often as that is what this sissy asked for when writing me before coming up here. You keep that arse burning hot and you will have an obediant sissy."

"Believe me, I'll give this whore all the paddle I can and as soon as you're done getting that thing on the whore's cock, I'll give the bitch something to cry about!" My master sounded even more enthusiastic about paddling me than he did about getting me to give blowjobs. I was really, really deep into the trapped sissy life now as once someone knew that the key to getting me to obey was to use the paddle until I was bawling my head off, that there would be no turning back from whatever humiliations were to follow.

The domme lady now fixed the chastity device in place and then used a small padlock to make sure it was not coming off. "I'll keep the key here. You bring this sissy by once a week and I'll remove it so that it can be cleaned up. I'll have the sissy give this place a good cleaning as well. This way we both get something from the sissy."

"Sounds like a deal to me!" said my master. "Now bitch, get yourself over my lap and see how I paddle a whore's arse!"

"Yes sir!" and with a curtsey made, I got myself in position.

"Take those knickers off your face and gag yourself so we don't hear you scream. This is gonna be a real man paddling coming to your arse!" he ordered.

"Yes sir," and I did my best to stuff my mouth as full as I could with those now drying panties. The pee taste would come along stronger as the knickers got wet in my mouth but for now it was just about holding the noise down.

Since I had been paddled only some hours back, it was an immediate hot burning sensation from the first smack. My master hit harder than the domme had done and he hit faster on my already blistered behind. In no time at all I was crying, sobbing and screaming into my gag. I was also squirming wildly but he was strong enough to hold me in place as he beat my butt with the paddle. The actual time of the paddling was not that long but by the time he was done, I was as broken down as I could possibly be. He rolled me off his lap onto the floor, where I curled up into a ball and cried as loudly as I could through the knicker gag.

I could hear him speak barely through my pain but I heard him clearly say that my arse was going to always feel like it was on fire every single day from here on out. He left me to lay on the floor for a bit longer, then he grabbed me by the hair and started to pull me up.

"Get up bitch and pull those knickers up NOW!" and despite my tears and sobs I instantly obeyed him.

"Thanks for the whore and the paddle! Believe me, I'll make sure this bitch toes the line and I'll have this cocksucker back here anytime you want your place cleaned up. We'll both make out on this!" The domme nodded her approval. "Now I'm gonna take my whore home where I'll see how good a maid this crazy bitch can be turned into."

"Knickers back on your face bitch! No one wants to see your face unless you are sucking cock from here on out. Got that?" His wish was my command and I pulled the knicker gag out of my mouth, then after getting those wet knickers unballed, I placed them over my head so all I had was a bit of vision through the leg holes. "Out the door whore, you have some cleaning up at my place to do before you get to sleep."

Out I went, now with a chastity device on my cock, knickers over my face and with my arse totally on fire, wearing what I had been wearing all along since the start of my humiliation as a male maid, a cheap French Maid dress that was now as cum-spotted as if I had been the center of a bukkake party.

"Let's see some sashay in that walk bitch. Give me a whore stroll as we head to the bus stop!"

I held onto the hem of the dress and did my best to swish along as we walked through the night.

"Very good! Now I want you to walk that way every single step you take from here on out or otherwise I'll paddle your arse even more than you already are going to get," he threatened.

"Yes sir!" and I continued with as much mincing and swishing as I could possibly do. That blistered bottom was certainly convincing me to do what I was told no matter what it was. A knicker faced male maid sashaying down the street at night was one thing but tomorrow it would be done in full daylight with plenty of people to see me.

We finally got to the bus stop and now a new humiliation ensued. "Bend over and grab your ankles bitch so everyone can see your knickers. From now on every time we have to do any waiting, this is how you are going to wait."

"Yes sir!" came my prompt reply and immediately I grabbed my ankles and had my knickers on full display for anyone who was out that night as we waited for the bus. Only a couple of cars drove by and no one seemed to notice but I knew that in the daylight of the next day that this kind of scene would ensure everyone was going to get a good look at my sissy arse. 10 or 15 minutes seemed to pass by before the bus came along.

"Stand up and get on the bus bitch, it's the last ride of the night!" With that said I boarded with him right behind me guiding me with his hand on my arse. He took me over to a seat and when I sat down he told me to sit with my legs spread wide every time I sat down from that time forward. He then got up and sat on the other side to make sure he could see right up my dress and get a good look at my knickered crotch. "That's right whore, you will be sitting like a whore from now on. Spread those legs wide!" and I made sure to spread them just as wide as I could.

There was just one other passenger on the bus. They took a quick look at what was going on and then quickly turned away. I sat on my burning blistered backside and waited until we had gotten to the stop closest to my master's apartment.

"We're home sweetcheeks. Get used to the view because it's the same view you will be having as long as you are my whore and that's going to be a very long time I promise!". He once again guided me along with his hand on my arse to feel me swish along as we headed to his place, which was two blocks away. When we got to his place he opened the door then stepped through first.

"Get on your hands and knees whore and crawl in here. You always crawl unless you are doing work that requires you to stand up when you are in my crib!" Yet another humiliation was added to all the others that had gone on beforehand. By now it had been around 12 hours since my new life had begun. I was as tired and beat down as a person could get but there was still one more task to do.

"Crawl through that door over there and head into the bathroom. My toilet needs a good cleaning up and if you do that good, I'll let you get some sleep. Okay bitch?"

"Yes sir! What do you want me to clean it with?" I asked.

"Use your hands, your tongue and the water in the toilet bowl. I'll give you half an hour and then I'll come back to see how you did. It had better be a good job bitch!" and with that said, he headed off to the kitchen and got himself something to eat while I went to work on the grimy piss-streaked toilet. I used my hands to get water out of the bowl and rub down the sides of the toilet, then used my tongue to lick up the excess water while working to push the knickers over my face out of the way. I was not going to do anything less than my best after all I had been through with him already. The half hour of disgusting work went past and he came back in to see the job was not yet done.

"Looks like you are more whore than maid doesn't it bitch? Get in the tub and lay down. This is what happens when you really piss me off!" and as soon as I was in the tub he pulled down his pants and peed all over me. Now I was totally drenched. "Looks like I'll be pissing on you every day too! You'll get used to it whore. Consider it as part of your whore lessons to learn." Then he turned on the shower to rinse me down. The water was cold and I shivered. Finally he figured I was cleaned up.

"Okay bitch, back to cleaning the toilet and when you are done, you can go to sleep here on my bathroom floor. This is where you will be sleeping from now on. Got that?"

"Yes sir!" and with that I resumed my toilet cleaning and he went off to his bed. It would take another hour or so before I was done and my French Maid dress was still a bit damp but by then I was so tired I did not care. I laid on the floor and made myself as comfortable as I could. sleep was not hard to find.

Neither were the nightmares. So much had happened in one day that it overwhelmed my brain. All I could see was cock after cock, feel the hot burn of the paddle, the taste of cum and piss, the sensation of being exposed as a male maid in public and as a cocksucking whore at an adult bookstore. The discomfort of sleeping on the floor combined with my hunger, my stinging arse and the chastity device's sensations to wake me up after a small amount of sleep but being as tired as I was I went back to sleep and saw the nightmares continue. They would be a part of my life from that time forward.