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No Babies, No Man - Part III
by Gail Broda
Master Sean collapses on Mistress back shortly after his orgasm. I have
been standing in the corner for what feels like ages, forced to watch my
wife take a pounding from Master Sean.
"Alexandra! Put that thing away; your clit is not supposed to peek out
from under your skirts. Modesty is a virtue for maids, you know!",
Mistress says. "Get out of here and get some work done!", Master added.
I hurry out of the room as fast as my heels can carry me. The mincing
steps have become second nature after a couple of accidents where I
nearly broke an ankle. Currently, Mistress has me wear purple five inch
open toe pumps that actually are rather comfortable. Admittedly, I have
now worn heels constantly during waking hours for over 6 months. At
night, I am required to strap my feet in wooden frames to stretch them
and ultimately adjust the arcs of my feet to wearing higher and higher
heels. I can say, the training works fine. On the negative side, though,
I am not able to walk or even stand up without wearing heels. It just
hurts too much in my calves. This will be one of the rather sticky parts
of my predicament. When the day approaches where Mistress discovers her
original love for the man I am - or once was - she will have to accept
some adjustment period for me to go back to male footwear.
Mistress and Masters games are making it hard for me to keep my schedule
for the day. There are a lot of chores on my list that need attention and
time. If I don't manage in time I will get punished - a thought that
sends shivers down my spine. Punishment is usually harsh and very
unpleasant. Mistress, rather seldom Master, wanted to make sure that
discipline is kept and the high standard of the household is kept up.
Last time, I received a treating, I accidentally put a run in one of her
nylon stockings when doing the laundry. However, as Mistress pointed out,
if I only had kept up the concentration, the accident would not have
happened. Naturally, some concentration lessons were in order. I was
required to pass a giant hot wire game 10 times within an hour, however
the counter would be set to zero every time I touched the hot wire with
the hand unit. And with a smirk Mistress had added: "And to make it a bit
more interested, your useless unladylike balls will be connected to the
wire in a way that every time you touch the wire, a disciplining electric
jolt will go through them. Depending on your ability to concentrate, I
believe you could end up wanting them removed! Who would want to carry
around two pieces of charcoal in their panties! Hahaha."
Celeste, a rather butch woman in her forties, the household's technician
as well as cook, yanked down my lavender colored nylon hipster panties
and attached an alligator clip each to my balls. "Don't touch anything
here, or else..." She then went to the control board and a menacing sound
filled the air before she said: "Three, two, one, GO!" and started the
countdown.
The panties around my ankles made walking awkward, but I did not dare to
touch them and make Celeste angry. I obediently grabbed the hand piece of
the hot wire and started cautiously to move it along the wire structure
expanding a couple of meters into the garden. I was about half way on my
way back, when I suddenly entangled myself in the wire leading up to my
balls with one ankle strap and lost concentration for a split second due
to the tug on my sensitive balls.
A split second thereafter a pain explosion spread from my balls into my
belly nearly throwing me over. Under no circumstance did I want to touch
the wire again so apparently, my body derived strength to keep standing
and to not touch the wire a second time. A second blow would probably
have rendered me unconscious.
I restarted my journey with the ultimate concentration on the task at
hand and exclaimed the way I was told to do: "Jippie, here I am at zero.
This task is hard for a dumb blonde that I am. But how great, now I can
play some more!" Every round, I repeated my mantra. It stuck a bit, I
guess. Never the less, finally, I finished the tenth round and was
released from my predicament while Mistress reminded me: "Now,
concentrate on your task and do your best and you will have a fine life
here at the mansion.
Today's items that still need finishing are:
- putting up the laundry to dry in the garden
- serving dinner to the cats
Well, no time to lose. I scurry down to the garden access and change my
shoes. It's very kind of Master that he bought myself a pair of 4.5"
wedge heels to wear in the garden. I am now able work more effective and
reduce the risk for Master that I injure myself.
While I carry the basket with the laundry to the laundry lines, I wonder,
if I am shrinking, or if those lines where put up a bit higher than the
day before yesterday. When arriving at them, I have already dismissed the
thought and start putting up nickers, nylons, bras and Masters'
underwear. I have to stand on my toes and stretch really long to reach up
to the cloth line. 'I will ask Master to hang them lower', I say to
myself.
Suddenly, I feel a hand on my ass cheek and the distinct beer breath of
Colin, the gardener, in my neck. Suddenly, it dawns to me, why those
cloth lines were put up higher. I had put on a good show by stretching
high. The maids dress had probably left my nether region fully exposed
for everyone to see.
"Hey sexy!" he whispers in my ear. A gentle lick of my earlobe follows
suit. I am appalled and thrilled at the same time. I experience a
stirring in my panties. Colin puts his hands on my breasts, holds and
kneads them while still licking my earlobe and whispering "You are such a
tease, Alexandra! Nice garters and panties you are wearing..." - I
replied promptly: "No, NO! I am only following orders Mistress, err, my
w.." He puts a hand over my mouth and licks my ear. Suddenly, I awake
from the state of shock and push him away hard. I run into the house and
shut the door behind me. In the far away corner, I collapse on the floor
and weep. It dawns on me that I have just experienced sexual harassment.
This is so awful - I am feeling so powerless. I am weak and at the mercy
of everyone in this house. My life is a nightmare. "Uhhhuhuhhu", I am
crying like a baby. I am so alone: The woman I love adores a another man.
I still have some hope left to win her back, but what if she doesn't.
What is my future as a surgically altered, emotionally unstable shemale
maid?
"Alexandra! Stop this wining at once. You can use your free time any way
you want but now your duties are waiting. Need I remind you, what will
happen if you don't finish your chore list?"
I look up at mistress and blurt out: "Colin harassed me! He groped me!"
"Maybe you should not tease him so much by showing off your panties. I
told you: Modesty is a virtue for a maid like you. He is just a man. They
get turned on by such behavior. But maybe, he just likes you. You might
make a wonderful couple. Why don't you go out with him? Shall I introduce
you formally?" Mistress grins like a cheshire cat, blink and then leaves
for the garage.
I gain my composure and hurry outside to put up the laundry left. Colin
is nowhere to be seen. The cool air creeps up under my skirt and makes my
sensitive nipples stand. It is crazy how big my nipples are and that they
react to virtually any stimulation. My blouse does little to hide their
profile.
Inside again I serve the cats dinner on their plates when I am grabbed at
the waist. "You sexy nymph. I like your panties, but I like your butt
better without!" This time it is Master and he now grinds his pelvis into
my derri?®re. I can feel his meat grow quickly. I am scared! Master
forcefully yanks down my panties and continues to dry hump me. I try to
get away but he pushes me against the kitchen counter and whispers in a
menacing voice: "Are you sure that you want to fight me? Have you really
forgotten your position and that your Master is in charge? Should I
revive your memory?"
I am terribly near panicking and stop fighting immediately. I do not want
anything really bad to happen...
"Good girl. You know your place. I hope you understand that this was my
last warning. Any more nonsense struggling or fighting and you will have
problems dealing with the consequences." Master stopped and zipped up. "I
will save my juice for your wife, little cunt! But maybe another day, I
will need your services."
Master walks into the living room and returns with a red heart shaped
box. "I got you a little something! It's valentines day. Come on, open
it!"
My panties are still around my ankles but what can I do. I open the gift
wrapped box and stare at the object inside. It looks a bit like those
futuristic injectors they use in the movies to drug people. The tip is
quite pointed in chromed steel, then there is a 3 inch mid section in
what looks like black rubber and the end consists of a miniature handle
and some cylindrical object.
"Will you thank me or are you too good for a gift?" Master hissed. "Thank
you very much, Master! Thank you! I am very grateful for the wonderful
present. I may have looked unhappy. That was because I do not know what I
got or how it works. I am too stupid, Master. Please show me, how it
works."
Master now leans forward and suddenly, I have his tongue in my mouth. His
hands are running over my behind and squeezes and pulls my asscheeks
apart. "This little present is going back there in your little pussy. We
need to open this for my tool. I don't want to hurt you, my dear. See, I
will help you use it right away. Bend over the counter again!"
He took out the toy and a bottle also lying in the box and squirted a
liberal amount of its content on the tip of the thing. "This is the
'bitch pussy gun'! You will learn to love it." Master takes the gun
behind my back and then I feel the cold tip at my sphincter. "Relax,
otherwise it will hurt", he states matter of fact. I try my best to open
up and feel how the cold tool enters my virgin asshole. It starts to hurt
a little. Master now moves the thing in and out in a rhythm. Actually,
this feels quite nice. The gun touches something inside me that sends
pleasure rushes through my body. The speed is increasing and I start
pushing back to have more of the tool inside of me. My clitty is all hard
and slaps against the lower cabinet doors. I pant and try to get my hand
under my body to reach the clitty.
"Leave your clitty alone." The in and out stops suddenly. "This gave you
an impression how wonderful it can feel to get fucked. But back to the
present. This piece of craftmanship features a gas tube built in allowing
me to stretch you without pump or power socket." Suddenly, I hear a
swishing sound and then the gun expands embedded deep in my rear end
making me feel so much fuller than a second before. I start quivering -
it hurts. Master stops the process and I am left with the feeling that I
will rip apart. "This will stay in for a while. Don't tell Mistress about
this little encounter! Do you hear me?"
"Yes Master. But what if I need to go to the bathroom?"
"You will cope, so easy. When I have some time to spare, I will allow you
release. But it's my call, not yours! Do you understand blond bitch?"
"Yes, Master." I look down. I can barely stand, so big is the intruder in
my behind.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS? Are you cheating Sean?
Has this little tramp seduced you?" I have not seen mistress before and
suddenly, she is in the room rushing to Master. He stays cool and without
motion he slaps Mistress in the face: "You cow! How dare you speak to me
like that. You are not in the position to act like this. Go and prepare
yourself in the bedroom!"
Mistress obediently starts her way up to the sleeping quarters of Master
and Mistress. She looks back at me with an intensity in her look that
makes clear that a war has just begun.
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