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I awoke in Master Malcolm's bed to his cock filling my mouth with cum. I
instinctively swallowed all of it before I realized that I was even
doing it. I must've slid down and given Master Malcolm a blow job in my
sleep! Oh my God, what was happening to me. Then I remembered the dream
I just had and I began to wonder if my plan was a very good one. I
wanted to escape my sissy slut bondage maid's life but I certainly
didn't want to become someone's sissy stepford wife for the rest of my
life to do so. I just hoped I could escape before it came to that.
Master Malcolm was awake and quite happy with my performance. He said,
"I didn't know you felt that way." I looked at him and asked "felt what
way?" To which he replied, "That you really enjoyed sucking cock so much
that you'd sing a little jingle "Every day's sunny, when his cock's in
my mouth, and his cum's in my tummy." I was so very embarrassed, I
wanted to die, but could only smile as I looked at Master Malcolm and
said, "a good maid takes pride in her work, Master Malcolm." He smiled
and said he appreciated my enthusiasm, but I didn't need to call him
Master when we were alone, just Malcolm.
He then said he needed to get me home to William and Helen before they
threw us both into The Dungeon. I tried to envision Master Malcolm
locked into a bondage bench in The Dungeon but could only see myself
locked in one, with my Masters and Mistress taking great pleasure in
fucking and tormenting me. I asked what time it was and he said, "just
after 4:00 am, so we need to get you home."
With that, I got my bra and put it on and went to find my panties where
they fell in the fuck lab, then found my dress in the living room.
Otherwise I was still in all my other things but looking like a slut
that just got her brains fucked senseless. I dressed, and fixed my hair
as best I could and fixed my make-up with the compact that was in a
small Red Satin evening bag I had with me.
Master Malcolm was dressed in blue jeans, polo shirt, and sport coat and
led me out of the house to his car. He had removed the flowers from the
vase and had wrapped them and was carrying them and the box of
chocolates and another larger red box.
When I saw our reflection in the car windows, I now really did look like
some call girl who got picked up by some successful business man and
fucked senseless. He opened my door and closed it for me when I got in,
quite the gentleman I thought. He placed all the items in the back seat
and then we were on the road going back to my new home, where I was
trapped in a life as a sissy slut bondage maid.
As we headed home, I hoped I was making the right plan for my escape. I
leaned against Master Malcolm's side and he put his arm around my
shoulder and I slide my arms around his waist. The stepford sissy wife
dream freaked me out but I needed to continue on this path. I had little
choice. I was a sissy slut bondage maid to Master William and Mistress
Helen and I needed to escape their clutches.
Soon, we were pulling into the driveway of Master William's and Mistress
Helen's home. Master Malcolm got out then opened my door and helped me
out. He grabbed the items in the back seat and then put his arm around
me and walked me to the door. He gave me a passionate goodbye kiss, but
before he left I said, "Master Malcolm, I don't have a key, could you
open the door?" He smiled and said sure, and unlocked and opened the
door for me. He then gave me an even more passionate goodbye kiss and
filled my mouth with his tongue and I eagerly sucked on it and softly
moaned. He then broke the kiss, handed me the flowers, and the boxes and
said, "I'll see you very soon" and left.
I waited in the doorway as he drove off and watched him leave. So ended
my Valentine's Day Date. It then got me thinking that that was my first
Valentine's Day date ever. Never did I think I'd be the one dressed as
the sexy girl on a date for Valentine's Day, or for any day for that
matter. Nor did I think that I'd be the one getting so thoroughly
fucked, and enjoying it, much to my embarrassment. And it was all
because of me purchasing the very Red Satin Lingerie ensemble that I
ended up wearing on that date. I was still a virgin as a guy, but I was
quite a slut as a gurl already. That made me even more depressed about
my life and what direction it had taken. I couldn't stop thinking about
all that had happened during the night and what I had done but I tried
to push it out of my mind.
I made my way down to my room and found a note Mistress Helen had posted
on my door. She wanted me ready at the usual time in my Neon Pink PVC
and Black Lace Maids uniform and all the restraints but said I could
leave off the chastity belt. I undressed, got cleaned up, fixed my
blonde hair wig into an updo ponytail again, and made-up my face in
bright pinks and lavender colors to match the phases on my collar's
medallions "Sissy", "Slut", "Bimbo" said I was.
Before I went upstairs I wanted to place the roses in a vase, but I was
really curious about the contents of the large red box. I opened it to
find the red satin robe I had worn, a matching sleep chemise that I
didn't even wear, and they were all wrapped around the Blood Red Crystal
vase. It was even more beautiful in the room light and it took my breath
away. I went and filled it with water from the bathroom across the hall
and placed the roses in it and set it on my vanity. I then placed the
chemise on a hanger, draped the robe over it, and hung them on the
clothes rack.
I then stared at the vase and the roses, and I again began to think
about everything that happened and how my plan called for me to immerse
myself into the Prissy-Sissy persona and that depressed me, but I had a
plan at least. That's more than I had before my date. I'd have to try
and separate myself from him, but I'd figure that out later. I still I
had to get upstairs to my duties or I'd get punished. I was soon
upstairs dressed as the obedient sissy slut bimbo maid that the
medallions on my collar said I was, but at least now I saw a way out. I
was now a happy sissy slut bondage maid.
I proceeded to have breakfast ready for them, perform my usual breakfast
blow job for Master William, and then cleaned up after them as usual.
Mistress Helen then said that Master Jason would be coming around
sometime this morning to do the yard work. I was to obey him as if he
was like any of my other Master's. I just curtseyed and said, "yes
Mistress Helen." She said that she had more errands to run and left. I
was once again vacuuming the living room when I saw a shadow slowly
creep up from behind. I quickly shut off the vacuum and spun around to
see who it was.
What I saw nearly made me pee in my panties. Here was a young male,
maybe late teens early twenties, that must've been nearly 7 feet tall.
He was lean but very muscular, and I felt even more like a dainty little
sissy slut bimbo in his presence. I averted my gaze from his eyes but
for some reason stared at his crotch. He immediately saw this and put
his hand on his crotch and began adjusting his obviously large cock in
his pants. I was embarrassed at being caught doing something like that
and looked down at the floor. He just chuckled and said, "you must be
Prissy-Sissy. I'm Jason. Helen said you'd be expecting me." Remembering
my place, I immediately dipped into a curtsey and said, "hello Master
Jason. How may I be of service to you?"
He said, "Well I need your help with something if you could come here a
minute."
I obediently walked to him and before I knew it he had spun me around
and bent me over the love seat in the living room.
He said, "I have this itch that only a sissy slut bimbo can handle" and
I could feel him unzip the crotch of my panties and knew what that itch
was.
I said, "But Master Jason, I have chores to do."
To which he replied, "So do I, so I'll try to be quick, but I can't
guarantee anything. It's been a while since the Robertson's had a
genuine sexy little sissy slut bimbo maid. I think the only reason
Amanda married Jack is because he has money and I don't. But no matter
you're here and I'm sure you want to help me with my itch like a good
sissy slut bimbo maid."
He was having trouble unzipping his pants so he stepped back just enough
so I could spin around but in doing so I slipped and fell forward. I
reached out to catch something to stop my fall but all that was there
was Master Jason, or more accurately, his crotch and my hands landed
right on it.
He immediately got the wrong idea, grabbed the back of my head by my
ponytail and forced me to bend over so that my face was right at his
crotch and said, "Well, if that's how you want to start, that's fine by
me. Go ahead unzip me and feast on it." Not having much choice, I
unzipped his pants and pulled his cock through his briefs and I
inadvertently whispered a little too loud "oh my God, it's huge." I
didn't realize I had said it so loud and Master Jason made some quip
about it but I wasn't paying much attention, I was staring at the
massive manhood that was before me. It was at least 12 inches long but
only an inch and half in diameter. I just hoped it didn't get any bigger
as it got erect because it still hadn't done so. I looked up at him
imploringly to not make me do this, but he just brought his cock head to
my lips and with a stern look in his eyes, forced it between my lips and
I obediently parted them, taking his cock into my mouth.
He soon had it snaking into my mouth and down my throat and my eyes
teared up as it did so. It was quite uncomfortable having something so
long going down my throat but he knew how long to keep it there and pull
it back out before I passed out from a lack of air. I had my hands on
his crotch trying to control things, but my tiny little hands with my
bright pink glued-on fake nails looked very dainty and weak spread out
at the base of his cock trying to hold this giant and his giant cock
back.
Back and forth his cock slid across my lips and down my throat. He said,
"I guess the rumors are true, you really are one excellent cocksucker. I
work as floor security at The Dungeon and saw you there with Malcolm.
Chuck said you were an awesome cocksucker and he was right. I guess I
have some competition with Malcolm, and I'll probably lose to him, but
I'll have a lot of fun using you while you're here. Yep, doing
landscaping at the Robertson's got a lot more enjoyable.
And with that, started to unleash an enormous amount of cum. It started
to fill my mouth but he pushed it down my throat with his cock and shot
most of it down my throat. I just kept gulping and swallowing hoping
he'd pull back but he kept it there for little while longer until he
must've seen me start to struggle with suffocating and slid all the way
back out until it was just in my mouth. I took a deep breath and
swallowed what cum was in my mouth and he was obviously pleased. He had
quite a smile on his face. For some reason, all I could think of was
that stupid little sissy stepford wife's jingle, "Every day's sunny,
when his cock's in my mouth, and his cum's in my tummy."
He let his cock slip out of my mouth and let me stand up straight. I
thought he was done with me and was about to curtsey and ask how may I
be of service when he spun me around again and bent me over the loveseat
once again. I didn't even have time to plead because my panties were
already unzipped open, his cock was already out, and I guess it doesn't
get much more erect, but doesn't really get flaccid either. In one swift
motion, his cock was snaking into my ass pussy and all I could do was
let out a loud moan. I wanted to say no, but all that came out was "Oh."
He then said, "I see you have a fauxgina too. Guess they're really
trying to get you to be all girly and all. I like it." He then withdrew
from my ass pussy only to then slide it into my fauxgina and I nearly
passed out from the sensations. My "oh" was just a raspy exhale. He slid
in and out of my fauxgina driving me to insanity and then withdrew only
to then force it back into my ass pussy but all the way in right to my
prostate. I was quivering in sissy orgasmic bliss, like an electric
cable was shocking me, one sissy orgasm after another. I was about to
pass out from the overwhelming sensations when he unloaded another large
load of cum in me and then withdrew.
He zipped up the crotch of my panties and said he didn't want me leaking
cum everywhere. All I could think was, oh how thoughtful. He then left
me there and said he needed to get to work. I staggered downstairs to
the bathroom to clean myself up. I was leaking and enormous amount of
cum, so I sat on the toilet and let as much as possible flow out before
I used the douche to clean the rest out. I wiped all the cum from the
crotch of my panties and used a hair dryer to dry it. I then fixed my
hair and then went to my room to fix my make-up.
I then went back to my chores but every time I saw Master Jason through
a window, he'd smile at me and grab his crotch. I'd just smile, put my
head down in embarrassment and curtsey and move away from the window.
Mistress Helen eventually returned just before lunch and I served her
the typical light lunch and then serviced her pussy. After I repaired my
make-up she had me sit with her and talk.
She had noticed that Jason seemed to be all smiles again. She said, "I
assume I have you to thank for that."
Duh, of course bitch, I'm the local little sissy fuck toy and cum dump,
remember. "Yes, Mistress Helen."
"Well, good. He's always so down. He needs to find a girlfriend that
isn't intimidated by his size and strength."
Yeah, and one that can handle a cock that's fucking her and choking her
at the same time. "Yes, Mistress Helen."
"So how was your date with Master Malcolm?"
"It was very nice Mistress Helen."
"That's it? Just very nice?"
I decided to slip into the Prissy-Sissy bimbo persona and said, "it was
wonderful, he's just so dreamy."
She then got a big smile on her face and said, "That's more like it. I
know you get weak in the knees for him."
Yeah, if you enjoy being strapped into a bondage bench and having
fucking machines fuck your brains senseless and then get fucked
senseless by him in his bed. That would make anyone weak in the knees.
"Yes, Mistress Helen." Then I remembered I also acted like a little slut
after that as well so I added, "It was the most incredible night I've
ever had in my life." Ain't that the truth.
"Well good. You could certainly do a lot worst than Master Malcolm."
Still, I hoped that Master Malcolm could be my way out of my life here
as a sissy slut bondage maid so I needed to tread carefully. I continued
with my Prissy-Sissy bimbo persona and said, "Yes, Mistress Helen. I
hope he asks me out again. I just wish I had more to wear."
"I'm sure he will, and besides I know you do. It's in the boxes
downstairs. You even have an LBD and lingerie to go with it. Here, first
take your pill, and let me give you your shots."
After swallowing the dreaded hormone pill and getting shot twice in the
butt again with more hormones, we were headed down to my bedroom to
unload some more boxes. Upon entering my room though, she immediately
saw the red crystal vase and dozen roses on my vanity as well as the red
satin robe and chemise hanging on the clothes rack, looked at me and
said, "Just nice, hmmm" with a big smile on her face. I could only smile
back at her. Still, she knew exactly which box had what she was talking
about. When I opened it, I immediately remembered what she was talking
about. It also immediately brought back memories for me.
The black lingerie ensemble I brought for Valentine's Day two years
prior. And the little black dress she was talking about I bought during
that year's Christmas shopping season. I wore it on New Year's Eve along
with the black satin lingerie, stockings, and satin high heeled sandals
contemplating actually going out dressed for the first time, but I
chickened out afraid I'd get recognized, or worst, made and attacked or
something equally bad. Instead I sat at home like a wallflower and
watched New Years celebrations on TV and drank champagne and went to
bed.
I told her all this and that's when she told me more of what she'd been
doing. She said Peter Simon Simmons doesn't exist any more. All that I
owned is gone except for the girly things in those boxes. My apartment
had been cleared out, and all my accounts and bills had all been settled
and closed. Any money that was left had been put into an account under
my new name Prissy-Sissy Submissy. My car had been sold and the proceeds
put into my Prissy-Sissy bank account.
The papers I signed were to give her power of attorney. She's the legal
counsel for both Master William and Master Malcolm and now me. She's
creating a completely new identity for me as Prissy-Sissy Submissy.
Soon, I'd have a complete identity with school history and appropriate
identification numbers that'll look like I've been Prissy-Sissy Submissy
all my life.
She said she could make it look like I was just a mediocre student that
just did her best, just like Peter was, or she could make me look like I
was a criminal, runaway and school dropout. I'd have a record for drugs
and prostitution and who knows what else. She could give me a life I
really wanted, or make my life a living hell. The choice was mine.
I now felt even more trapped but my plan could still work. Peter Simmons
still existed, just not here. She removed any evidence of him here but I
could restart my life, but I needed to make it home to my parents now.
That was a whole different problem.
They had kicked me out of their house during the summer before my senior
year of college. They came home to find me dressed in one of my older
sister's Pink Satin party dresses she wore when she was 10 or 12. That's
how short and thin I was, and still am. I loved their clothes but I
couldn't fit into anything other than from their preteen years. I had on
everything, pettislip, rumba panties, tights, mary-jane shoes, and my
hair in pigtails.
They were aghast. I was immediately thrown out still dressed as a little
girl. They didn't want a pervert in their house. All I had with me was
the trunk that I kept with all the stuff from my sisters that fit, and
the small suitcase that had my boy clothes. Fortunately I had a car, so
I loaded my stuff in and drove still dressed like a little girl to the
nearest rest stop off the interstate.
Fortunately, I didn't get stopped and no one was around at the rest
stop. That could've been a nightmare for me, dressed as I was. I really
looked like a pretty dainty little girl. So I changed into my boy
clothes, took my hair out of pig-tails, removed what makeup I had on and
drove to my apartment, and I haven't spoken to them since. Now if I
wanted to somehow resume my life as Peter, I'd need to make it home to
my parents and get documents proving my identity.
But without any access to money or a car, that was still a problem. And
now I had a new problem, Master Jason. Still, this plan with Master
Malcolm could still work, but I needed to get away from here first. I
could assume the Prissy-Sissy persona, get access to that bank account
and hope to make it home before things got too far.
Then I remembered the job application for Francine's of Hollywood, and
thought that might be part of my escape, working a job at Francine's of
Hollywood. Then I remembered I even had a fantasy wardrobe for a young
demure office girl in my girly closet. A coordinated set that included a
pretty office dress, blouse, pencil skirt, and matching jacket. The
dress was off white with a pink skirt and dark gray belt that matched
the jacket and pencil skirt. The blouse was a plain white long sleeve
blouse. I had a pair of t-bar low heeled pumps that I wore with them.
I would dress up on the weekends as a secretary or office clerk and even
contemplated actually going into work dressed as such as part of the
fantasy, but chickened out too. I was so afraid of the ramifications if
I got caught at work dressed as a little office girl. Now here I was,
actually thinking about dressing for real to take an actual job as a
saleswoman at a young womans department store, just so I could escape
the life of a sissy slut bondage maid.
I was so lost in thought for a minute or so that I forgot Mistress Helen
was still sitting next to me expecting an answer. When I looked up at
her she was looking at me very intensely. I just slipped into Prissy-
Sissy bimbo mode and smiled at her, hugged her and and said, "that's so
wonderful Mistress Helen. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever done
for me. I'd love to assume the identity of a young lady by the name of
Prissy-Sissy Submissy. Maybe I could even apply for that job at
Francine's of Hollywood. Do you think they'd hire me? But won't that
interfere with my job here with you and Master William? Why would you do
such a wonderful thing for me?"
She said, "oh Prissy-Sissy, I know I have my kinks that I enjoy, and I
do love seeing you struggle in your bondage restraints, full make up all
dressed in your sexy maids uniforms doing your chores, but I do care
about what happens to you. I know you'll never be able to go back to
being a guy, not after all the sex. Once a cocksucker, always a
cocksucker or so the saying goes. Besides sweetie, I know you enjoy
dressing up. I see it in the way you make yourself up. You take pride in
your feminine appearance. I want to make sure you have a future."
"Master William will use you up and eventually get tired of you and
throw you out like yesterdays trash, no matter how good of a blow job
you give. He's such an alpha male, but I guess that's what I love about
him. I'm the same way. That's why we need sissies like you to get us
through. Master Malcolm used to be the same way but I think he changed
after Amanda chose to marry Jack Everest after he bought her. He really
liked her but didn't want to admit it, and was behaving just as badly
towards her as his brother was. It's no surprise she chose Jack."
"I'm partly to blame for that. I was trying to get her to accept that
she could be a really lovely young woman, but she kept resisting. She
didn't take nearly as much pride in her feminine appearance as you do.
You just do your self up so beautifully. Anyway, I started saying that
if she just wanted to look like some filthy tramp, I'd force her into a
life of one, and began selling her to various social acquaintances,
usually at BDSM gatherings at The Dungeon, but also at BDSM parties at
various friends homes."
"That's how she met Jack. By then, she was broken and began submitting
to us and doing exactly what we wanted and making herself up as lovely
as I thought she could, almost as lovely as you, but we kept sending her
to parties. Jack had taken a liking to her but never got involved in the
parties. He always wanted to get her alone for private meetings. I
always assumed he was just as rough with her as Malcolm or William,
because I knew he had a reputation at The Dungeon, but apparently he
wasn't."
"She fell in love with him as much as he loved her. William had already
gotten tired of her anyway, so when Jack approached William and wondered
if he might be interested in selling her, William named a price, Jack
countered and after a little haggling, Jack bought her from him. William
didn't care, he got her from Chuck, who had been blackmailing her when
she still tried to believe she could go back to being a guy, even after
being caught dressed and then used by Chuck and some of his friends at
The Dungeon. They had filmed her initiation, as they called it, and held
it over her. She resisted and Chuck got tired of her. By then he had
already moved on to Fifi and Gigi. They didn't resist and are like you.
They willingly submitted and love looking girly. Plus they're not too
bright so they don't have much of a future on their own anyway."
"As for a job at Francine's of Hollywood, they've already hired you. I
gave them your application with information from your new identity. All
we need to do is go in on Friday, with your new I.D. and sign some
paperwork and you'll start you career as a Francine's saleswoman next
Monday. I'll have your finished identity papers and card tomorrow.
Master Jason will be crushed that you won't be here when he is, but I'm
sure you can make that up to him sometime."
She looked at me and just smiled. I smiled back but thought, yeah right.
Hopefully, never!
"You've done such a wonderful job around here, you shouldn't have too
much trouble getting to your chores in between shifts at Francine's. All
Master William needs is his meal time blowjob so you can still do that,
cleanup the dining room and kitchen, change out of your maids attire
into something a bit more appropriate and go to work. I can always take
you, or I bet Master Malcolm would happily give you a ride to work. I'm
sure he'd love to see you in that gray pencil skirt and white blouse
mincing in your t-bar heels and swinging your hips. Those things are in
that box over there" and pointed to it.
I opened the box and begun hanging the clothes up on the rack. I
broached the subject about getting access to my bank account because I'm
going to need more work clothes.
She just smiled and said, "Just like a gurl, always wanting new clothes.
Well, your access to your bank account is deposit only for now. Only I'm
authorized to make withdrawals. I don't want you blowing all your money
on pretty new clothes, or something sexy to wear for Master Malcolm,
although it looks like he's already started doing that for you" and
looked at the robe and chemise.
"We'll get you a few more things when we go in Friday. They have some
very lovely and sexy career dresses, and coordinated separates that
would look lovely on you. Anyway, you already have an account at
Francine's that get's charged directly to your bank account. You have a
$500 limit, and I get alerted on my phone and have to approve all
charges before the sale goes through. Your paycheck will be directly
deposited into your bank account. I don't want you blowing your money on
too many girly things. We'll also get you an account at Veronica's
Secrets too. I know Master Malcolm would love to see you in some of
their ensembles."
She stood to leave and said, "Now get back to your chores" and was
getting ready to walk out the door when she turned and said, "and don't
ever let Master William see you dressed in anything from that box" and
pointed to one. "If he sees you in the white blouse with the peter pan
collar and the scotch-plaid school-girl jumper or the pleated skirt with
your white knee-high socks and black mary-jane shoes, he'll fuck you to
death. And also, don't let Master Malcolm see you dressed in anything
from that box" and pointed to another box. "He has a thing for
ballerinas, and he'd probably rip the crotch open of that pretty little
pink leotard and tutu or your white satin leotard and tutu swan lake
costume and fuck your brains out in no time."
She just smiled and left. Things were going to be harder than I thought.
She was going to keep a short lease on me and make it difficult for me
to escape. Still, just becaused I sucked cock and was a cocksucker, and
had been fucked didn't mean I wanted to be forced to do it for the rest
of my life. And so what if I liked to dress and look pretty, it didn't
mean I wanted to be forced to do that either. I really hoped my plan
with Master Malcolm worked.
At least I could avoid Master Jason, but now I had to work at Francine's
of Hollywood to do so. I completed my chores and avoided Master Jason
for the rest of the day. I served Master William and Mistress Helen
their dinner that evening, and then performed the usual mid-meal blow
job for Master William. I then cleared the dishes and then joined them
for the usual post dinner fuckfest. I then cleaned up and went to bed.
That night, the sissy stepford wife dream returned, except I was wearing
only my garter belt, stockings and pink pumps. I was kneeling in front
of my husband, who was sitting at the foot of our bed, and my enormous
breasts were wrapped around his cock and he was sliding it up and down
between my boobs. His cock was so long that as it came all the way up, I
could wrap my lips around the head and suck on it before he'd slide it
back down. He'd keep this up until he'd get ready to orgasm and then his
cock was in my mouth and down my throat filling my tummy with his yummy
cummy. Once again, the mantra played in my head. "This is my life, for I
am his wife. Every day's sunny, when his cock's in my mouth, and his
cum's in my tummy.
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