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Ally McMaid
By sandao
As I write this, I am wearing high heels with straps locked
around my ankles, fishnet hose held up by a garter belt,
and a rib-crushing wasp corset. Over that I wear a black
satin French maid's uniform that reveals the tops of my
stockings. I also have some restraints on that I will
explain later. But first let me explain how I got here.
When I graduated from college, I quickly moved to the city
and started working as a public relations assistant for a
large law firm. I had done an internship there the previous
summer and knew that I would come back. On the surface, the
people all seemed stuffy and boring. But scratch the
surface and they all had a wild streak of some sort. I
liked that. It was more like Ally McBeal than any of those
shows where the lawyers all seem to take themselves so
seriously.
Shortly after I started, a new female associate attorney
also came on staff. She was a beautiful but harsh looking
Korean. She was no Ling, though. She was slightly shorter,
curvier and had a much better complexion than her TV
counterpart. She also seemed very professional and proper.
She caught my eye but I didn't know how to approach her
until one day when I bumped into her in the elevator. She
was listening to something on her Walkman so I asked what
it was. Turns out she was listening to Nine Inch Nails.
'All right,' I thought, 'she too has a bit of a wild streak
under that proper veneer.' I invited her to a concert local
alternative band for that weekend and she accepted.
I picked her up that Saturday night. When I first saw her,
I almost didn't recognize her. She was wearing all black -
a tight spandex top that really showed off her breasts,
black leather pants and stacked heel ankle boots. Now, I
must explain, this is like a fantasy for me so my heart
nearly stopped when I realized this was my date.
The concert was great but largely uneventful. When we got
back to her apartment though, she asked me to help her out
of her boots. I gladly obliged and got her boots off her
lovely feet. When I started to sit next to her, she stopped
me and criticized me for my lack of manners. She saw I was
puzzled and so she directed me to get her a drink from the
kitchen. I returned with her drink and she then asked me to
help her peel off her skintight leather pants.
At that point, I was a fly in her web. I was trapped and we
both knew it.
I helped her out of her pants. It turns out the spandex top
she was wearing that night was a leotard. So I still didn't
get to see her nude, but I was getting ever closer.
As she sat back and drank her drink, she looked at her
boots that were still next to the couch. She must have
noticed a scuffmark so she asked if I knew how to fix it. I
explained that I know how to spit shine so she asked me to
demonstrate.
I got the wax and cloth from the closet and started to work
on the high gloss shine that a spit shine can accomplish.
An hour later, I could see my reflection on the surface of
the boots and my date seemed happy with that. She said I
could now relax and disrobe.
I got down to my underwear and she expressed disgust with
my body hair. She also said that my male underwear was too
boring and rough. What's good for the goose is good for the
gander, she claimed. She told me to get dressed, go home,
shave and get some new thong underwear. She instructed me
to get enough to get me through the following workweek.
Only if I wore them everyday under my work clothes would I
be allowed to see her the following weekend.
Well, need I say that I went right out and did what she
wanted me to. I loved the way she took charge and didn't
ask me what I wanted. And I loved her adventurous kinky
nature. So I went to the Victoria's Secret at the local
mall and got a half dozen thongs of different materials,
styles and colors.
That Monday, back at work, I felt a bit odd with the pants
material rubbing against my smooth skin and a thong running
between my ass checks. She came into my office and told me
to drop my pants so she could check. She was happy with my
choice of thong and the smoothness of my legs. I told her
that it felt weird having the pants material rubbing
against my bare legs and she suggested that we go shopping
at lunch for stockings.
We went out at noon and dropped into a local woman's
undergarment store. My Mistress in the making picked out
several sets of hose, a couple garters and started towards
the cash register. She stopped abruptly before getting
there. She spotted a corset and started caressing the
boning and white satin.
At that point, a sales girl came over to us and said, "Your
boyfriend will love that on you, ma'am."
To which she laughed and said, "I hope he loves it because
he will be the one wearing it."
The girl got a little shocked and then started laughing.
The she suggested a wasp style corset that could draw my
waist in tighter without breaking my lower ribs. My
Mistress loved it and said she would take it. It was also
white so, my Mistress claimed, I could wear it under my
shirt at work without detection. The young sales girl was
now excited and suggested that my Mistress get me a pair of
steep high heels with a broad ankle strap. She put the
items on the counter and then started to leave, telling the
sales girl that I would take care of their purchase.
Mistress made me carry the bag back to work and keep in my
office. She ordered me to put the hose and garters on as
soon as I got back. That helped with the swishing feeling
of the pants material on my shaven legs, but now I had the
erotic feeling of this silken tubes encasing my bare legs
and held up by a garter. And, since the hose stopped at my
thighs, the pants still rubbed erotically at my groin and
ass areas. Now I was less afraid that someone would see the
garter outlines than that someone see my raging hard on.
Then Mistress took my socks so now there was chance that
someone would notice the hose peeking out from under my
pants legs.
The rest of the week went on like this, she checking my
situation and I trying to hide it from other co-workers.
She never threatened to tell anyone else in the office. She
didn't seem to care if they knew or not. So it was up to me
to try to keep things discreet. But I was compelled to
continue shaving and wearing the underwear she prescribed.
That Friday, she brought me over to her place directly
after work and told me to take off my male clothing and
hold onto the doorjamb near the entrance. She left and came
back quickly carrying the corset I had bought. She told me
to hold on tight to the doorjambs as she wrapped it around
my waist. Then she started yanking at the strings and
drawing my waist ever inward. I was already slim, but the
wasp corset made my waist lose at least several inches. My
Mistress informed me that it would get tighter in the
coming weeks.
She ordered me to get my male clothes back on. It wasn't
easy trying to bend over to put on pants with the corset
stiffening my back. So I sat down and was able to reach my
feet. While I was doing that, she was getting dressed. She
came out of her bedroom in a pleated schoolgirl style
skirt, black hose, black strappy platform heels and a white
oxford shirt that was tied at the midriff. She was a
combination dragon lady and Britney in the Hit Me video.
She then announced that we would head out that evening to a
special club she had found.
When we got to the club, it was early yet and we grabbed a
booth in the back corner. I was hoping we could use this
spot to have some fun. I sure wasn't going to be dancing
much in this corset. While we waited for the club to start
filling up, we didn't talk much because the blaring techno
music made it nearly impossible to hear anything. So we sat
and nursed our drinks.
As I watched people stream in, I noticed some rather kinky
couples and individuals. I was beginning to realize that
this was a fetish club. I was getting uneasy with this
realization. But my Mistress put her hand on my crotch and
while that did nothing to calm my fears, it did make me
mentally submit to whatever awaited. I don't know what
power Mistress had over me. I just always felt like
pleasing her. And the more she demanded, the more I gave
in.
Eventually, some couples started occupying the middle of
the dance floor. But instead of dancing, they were doing
things like whipping the submissives and making them lick
boots, or perform acts on each other. The music began to
fade and the emcee got to announce that there would be
competition among new slaves to see which could be the most
obedient.
At that announcement, Mistress got up and pulled me along
to the middle of the floor where we were surrounded by
other Dommes, Doms and subs. I was starting to get very
nervous. I was hard as a rock and scared but some kind
subconscious desire to be used and controlled held me
there.
She told me to take off all my male clothes just as those
subs around me were also removing their outerwear. She then
pulled the high heels that we had bought out of her handbag
and told me to put them on. I did as she asked, squatting
down to strap them on. Once they were strapped on, she
pulled out two small padlocks and told me to lock the shoes
onto myself where small d-rings were located on the ankle
straps. I did not protest and simply did as she asked. We
both knew that she had total control and anything like
locks etc were mostly symbolic. But I also realized that
she was testing me and my desire to pass her tests just
brought me deeper and deeper under her command.
She left me standing there for a while and came back with a
leather arm sheath. She pulled my arms behind me and
wrapped the sheath around my arms. Then I felt the sheath
being tightened and tied, my arms going straight behind my
back and unmovable. Between the towering heels, the corset
and the arm sheath, I was basically made immobile.
Then something was attached to the arm sheath and I felt my
arms being raised up and forcing me to bend over. My view
changed from seeing the full club and having a view of what
was happening to the subs around me to seeing only the
floor and my heels.
What I saw next was my Mistresses shoes slightly behind my
own heels. She grabbed my hips and I felt a dildo pushing
against my sphincter. She had lubed it well and she was
pushing hard. So in spite of my howls of protest, the large
dildo popped in. That was the hard part. She slid it in to
the hilt and started moving in and out. After a few thrusts
in and out, it began to feel good and I started to push
back on her. My dick was getting hard inside my panty thong
and she reached around to caress it.
After I seemed thoroughly excited and wanting her to
continue, she pulled out. The next thing I saw was the
boots of a master stepping up behind me. I yelled for
Mistress and she bent down near my head to hear my
concerns. I didn't want to be fucked by this guy.
She explained that her reasoning was the same as it had
been for the past two weeks. She shaved, I shaved. She wore
sexy underwear, I wore sexy underwear. She got fucked, I
got fucked. Like she said before, what is good for the
goose is good for the gander. I had been agreeing to that
all along so there was no reason to stop now.
The man behind me fucked me hard and fast. He liked to slap
my ass and grab my hips, pulling me deeper onto his cock.
After a while my ass started to burn like it was on fire.
He slammed hard couple more times and then let his load
empty deep into me. It was hot and soothing at the same
time. It definitely made his movements back there smoother.
That was good thing because his load served as lube for the
next guy. And that guy's load served as lube for the one
after that. I don't know how many guys fucked me that
night, but I know that I was in that position for few hours
and I constantly had a guys big dick in there.
Several months passed with me getting fucked in the ass and
mouth by Mistress' boyfriends. She liked to fuck them, but
since she liked to be on top, they usually didn't climax
before she did. Cum was like the staple of my diet.
Sometimes she referred to me as her birth control.
Then one day her parents called and told her that they had
arranged for a marriage with her and the son of an old
family friend. This son, and her future husband, was quite
successful. So, although Mistress was not too high on the
idea of arranged marriages, she went along with it for
financial reasons.
But she apparently liked me too much to give me up.
Mistress said that if she was going to marry rich, she
might as well have a maid. I agreed that it would make
sense. Not that it mattered what I thought.
The future husband agreed to hire me as maid. He didn't
know at that point the type of maid I was, but he liked the
status a maid conferred. He thought that having a full time
maid conferred on him a higher status among his friends.
But for this maid, he wouldn't have to pay much at all.
After their wedding and honeymoon, I moved into their new
condo in the rich part of town and gave up my job at the
firm. I got a couple maids uniforms - hose, garters,
panties, dress, corset, etc. - for the new work that I
would be doing.
By this time, Master knew the nature of the relationship me
and Mistress had and said it was good and acceptable for me
to be as submissive as possible. But it was no longer
acceptable for Mistress to have sex with me. So he
chastised me with a steel tube and a Prince Albert piercing
to lock the tube on. Rather than putting a ring in the
piercing, he put a padlock. I was now basically a eunuch.
The sexual relationship between Mistress and Master wasn't
much different than it was between me and her. She would
get on top of him, climax and roll over. He almost never
came before she did.
So he always came to me to finish him off. At first, he
liked to get a blowjob from me while I was fully dressed
and made up, leaving lipstick marks on his dick as he would
come down my throat. But after a while, he learned to love
the tightness of my ass and would just bend me over. I
liked this a little better too because sometimes I would
manage to get a prostate orgasm. That is the best I could
hope for with my cock permanently locked up.
I guess he liked my ass a lot. After a while, he just went
directly to me and didn't bother trying to get Mistress to
do anything for him in bed.
In fact Mistress wasn't interested in him either. She was
usually off using his money and playing with guys who
looked like models. I know that because, when Master would
go away on business, she would take them home to fuck my
mouth or ass. They all thought it was a kick fucking this
half-girl half-guy maid. They loved that I was chastised
and couldn't use my little clit. But I must admit that I
enjoyed giving it up to such beautiful well-endowed men.
But since Master was getting most of his satisfaction from
me at this point, he wanted a more feminine "girl". He put
me on hormones, which plumped up my hips and breasts and
reduced hair growth. It also reduced my frustration at
being in the chastity tube.
He did a lot of business in the medical community so he had
one of his friends do some back office surgery to make my
chin, nose and brow bone smaller. Another friend made my
lips, hips and breasts bigger. The results were amazing. I
was gorgeous.
Master also takes me to salon every week for electrolysis,
nails, hair or whatever needs to be done. At this point,
there is virtually no hair on my body. Even my eyebrows are
ultra light and thin. My nails are acrylic so that
housework won't damage them. I have thong bikini tan lines
because I go to the tanning booth once a week in a suit
that Master picked for me to wear.
Recently he took me to a tattoo parlor and had "sissy slave
maid" inked above my cock. It is in the spot where there
used to be hair before it was permanently removed.
He fucks me hard when he gets home just about everyday. And
if Mistress isn't bringing over some stud to fuck me, then
she is having me suck her off.
But Master and Mistress are happy and their families think
they are doing well together.
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