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I awoke the next morning and prepared myself for my morning maid duties. The sissy stepford wife dreams didn't bother me much anymore. I didn't think they were ever going to happen, and I would be a sissy slut bondage maid for the rest of my life. I recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra and that helped get me going again. I did my makeup in light pinks and greys for the Pink PVC and white lace maids uniform but also for the pretty pink square neck sheath dress I'd be wearing to Francine's that day along with my grey jacket. I was soon upstairs making and serving breakfast and then servicing Master William and Mistress Helen sexually as I recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra. After breakfast cleanup, it was downstairs to prepare for work at Francine's. Soon, Mistress Helen was dropping me off at the mall entrance and I was on my way to Francine's. I stood outside the front door waiting for Jessica to open, and waved at her as she approached. She came right up to me with a big smile on her face, picked me up and gave me a great big hug. She said, "Prissy-Sissy, you're the greatest! Thanks for talking to Jason. He asked me out yesterday, and we had so much fun. Oh, the first time I saw him I nearly peed in my panties he's so tall. He makes me feel like a little girl," and on she went. I was so happy for her. She opened the store and the morning was the usual blur of activity mixed with girl chat. All too soon, it was back home to my chores in sissy slut bondage maid attire. After dinner, it was back to Francine's to help Valerie and then back home to go to bed alone. I said my Prissy-Sissy mantra to help me get over being in bed alone again and was soon fast asleep. That night, the sissy stepford wife dreams didn't return and I slept soundly. I awoke the next morning and was again dismayed about still being a sissy slut bondage maid without any hope of escaping this life but I recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra and felt better. I prepared for another day as a sissy slut bondage maid and then as a Francine's of Hollywood salesgurl but other than that, not much more changed in my everyday life. Mistress Helen continued to give me my hormone pill and shots at lunch when I got home from Francine's. I'd also see Malcolm after my morning shift at Francine's from time to time and I'd be so happy. He'd take me lunch but all too soon it was back home as a sissy slut bondage maid and then back to Francine's. The only other time I got to see him was on my Sunday night off from Francine's. He'd take me out to a movie, the ballet, or a show and dinner but that was it. The days passed and turned to weeks with not much changing and the sissy stepford wife dreams never returning. The only changes I did start to notice was to my body. I never had to shave much and now I didn't have to at all. My skin was so silky smooth and soft. I kept my hair dyed blonde and kept the pageboy look but let it grow longer. After a couple of months, it was past my shoulders and almost to the middle of my back. It was also a lot thicker and silky as well. My panties started to get real tight though and I thought I was getting fat but the corsets closed and were barely snug without requiring any strength to pull the laces. I mentioned this to Mistress Helen and she said let's take a look. She had me strip completely naked and sprayed some solution on my hips and butts and the prosthesis fell off. She then put a tape measure around my hips and waist and said, "Looks like you don't need the hip and butt pads any more." She then put the tape measure around my chest and bust and said, "Guess well keep the breast ones on though. You have a lovely little figure Prissy-Sissy. You're a 30C-20-32, just the figure for a pretty delicate sexy flower." I smiled and immediately recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra and hugged Mistress Helen and thanked her. But other than that, my daily pattern of life as a sissy slut bondage maid and Francine's of Hollywood salesgurl didn't change. It wasn't until the Friday before the Labor Day weekend that the biggest break in my routine occurred. Mistress Helen had me get that Friday evening off from Francine's so we could celebrate Master William's birthday. I had asked Valerie during the Thursday evening shift if I could have Friday off to celebrate my "Uncle William's" birthday and she said sure. When we arrived home that Friday afternoon from my shift at Francine's, Mistress Helen said to remove my current makeup and redo my face to coordinate it with the dress she had bought me. It was hanging up on my bedroom door. When I got downstairs, the sight of the dress filled me with joy, it was so pretty, but then it filled me with dread, for I'd be wearing this dress for Master William. This dress was a pretty Pink and Lavender little girls pageant dress, with a very full tutu-style skirt that came down to mid-thigh and stood out about two feet. It had a Pink satin bodice with a low cut neck and short Pink Satin puff-ball sleeves and trimmed in Lavender ruffles and lace. The skirt was also Pink Satin and Lavender lace trim and bows with a very full Lavender ruffled organza petticoat underskirt trimmed in Lavender lace that peeked out from under the Pink Satin skirt. There was also a Lavender sash around the waist that was already tied into a very large bow on the back. On the floor under the dress were a pair of platform high-heeled Pink patent Mary-Jane shoes. On my bed was a full set of matching lingerie as well of pink satin bra, waist cincher garter belt, and short sissy frillies panties all trimmed with lavender ruffles and lace. There was also a pair of Pink spandex stockings with a Lavender seam on the back, a pair of Lavender ruffled Lace garters, and a pair of Lavender ankle socks with ruffled lace. I had a very uneasy feeling as I removed my black knee-length pencil skirt and red satin blouse and red satin and black lace lingerie that I wore to work. I was soon in all the pink satin and lavender ruffles and lace lingerie, stockings, garters, anklets, and mary-janes sitting at my vanity to remove my work makeup and redo it. It's then that I noticed sitting on my vanity there was also a full set of Pink glue-on fake fingernails with Lavender jeweled hearts and letters in the phase (heart)COCK (heart)(heart)CUM. There was also another pair of pink jeweled heart earrings like the ones I already owned, but an additional pair of large dangling pink earrings. These had two large pink hearts hanging down, one on top of the other with each one having a single word written across them in Lavender script. The top heart had the word Cock and the bottom had the word Cum. I also noticed two pairs for Pink Satin hair bows as well. I did my makeup in pink and lavender eyeshadow, with false eyelashes, heavy mascara and eyeliner, pink lipstick and powder blush. I removed my jewelry, and filled the top two holes in my ears with the pink jeweled heart earrings, and put the new dangling pink earrings in the bottom holes. I then tied my hair up into two long pigtails near the top of my head with one pair of Pink Satin hair bows, and wrapped the other pair of hair bows at the ends. I combed my bangs so that they came to the tops of my thin feminine eyebrows. I then removed my red glue-on fake fingernails and replaced them with the pink and lavender ones. I then stood to look at myself in the floor mirror and did I ever look like a slutty little sissy gurl. I said my Prissy-Sissy mantra and that calmed my nerves a little. I took the dress down from the door to remove it from the hanger when I noticed hanging from the hanger inside the dress were a matching pair of Pink Satin fingerless sissy gloves trimmed in Lavender lace. I removed the dress from the hanger returned the hanger onto the door with the gloves and slipped into the dress and zipped it up. I then pulled the gloves off the hanger and slipped those on. I then looked at myself in the mirror and saw a vision of pretty delicate, dainty, feminine, slutty sissiness and it made me very nervous. I'm Prissy- Sissy, I'm a pretty delicate sexy flower, that the whole world loves and wants to make love to, and I want them to, because I love the whole world and I want to look pretty for them. I then went upstairs to meet with Mistress Helen. As soon as she saw me, she had the biggest smile on her face and said, "Prissy-Sissy, you look adorable. Master William is going to love you." I think the word you want to use is fuck not love. I just wondered if I'd survive the night. Prissy-Sissy mantra, Prissy-Sissy mantra, Prissy-Sissy mantra. All too soon, Master William drove into the driveway and was soon entering through the front door. I curtseyed and said, "Happy Birthday Master William." I thought his eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets. I then saw a very pronounced bulge in his pants and thought that his cock was going to burst out of his pants. He turned to Mistress Helen and she said, "Happy Birthday sweetheart. She's all yours." He then walked over to her, kissed her on the cheek and said, "you're the greatest Helen. Thanks." He then walked over to me and said, "Prissy- Sissy, you're incredible." He dropped his briefcase and jacket right at my feet and scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, as I shrieked very girlishly. He headed for his bedroom and as I looked at Mistress Helen, she was all smiles, waving at me and blowing me kisses as Master William carried me off. He crossed into his room, kicked the door closed, and threw me onto my knees at the foot of the bed, as I shrieked very girlishly again. He already had his cock out and as I frantically recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra, he grabbed me by my pigtails with one hand, and stuffed his cock into my mouth with the other. He then had both hands gripping my pigtails like reins and very roughly fucked my face. I continued reciting my Prissy-Sissy mantra as I sucked his cock as hard as I could and swallowed it as needed to keep from gagging. I had my hands at the base of his cock, my tiny fingers spread out so that I could read the phrase they had written on the nails (heart)COCK(heart)(heart)CUM. I tried to get him to slow down by pushing my hands away a little, but he's so strong and the grip on my pigtails was too tight and it hurt as he pulled me towards him, so I stopped. Soon Master William's pace picked up and he was really jerking my head back and forth while pulling on my pigtails. He then pulled my face all the way into his crotch, his cock all the way into my throat and shot most of his cum right down. He pulled my head back just enough so that his cockhead rested in my mouth as he finished orgasming. I obediently sucked it dry and hoped it was over, as his cock started to soften. But he grabbed my arms again, pulled me to my feet, spun me around and pinned my arms behind my back with his left hand and lifted up forcing me to bend over his lap. He then began spanking me with his right hand and saying "You've been a naughty sissy slut haven't you?" and proceeded to give me 5 hard spanks on each butt cheek. I started weeping from the pain and replied "no Master William, I've been a good sissy slut." Wrong answer. He replied "and a lying sissy slut as well" and then pulled down my short sissy frillies panties to my knees and began giving me a bare ass spanking. After 5 more spanks on each cheek I was balling like a little girl and said, "Yes Master William. I'm sorry Master William. I've been a naughty sissy slut." He then said, "And what do naughty sissy sluts get?" I knew the answer and started reciting my Prissy-Sissy mantra and whimpered as I said, "naughty sissy-sluts get spanked Master William." He replied "that's right" and proceeded to give me 5 more bare ass spanks on each butt cheek. I was really crying now, but also noticed that his cock was already rock hard again. He finished with my spanking and then threw me onto the bed still holding my hands behind my back. I was now on my knees with my hands behind my back, butt sticking up, and face planted into the bed. He got behind me and stuffed his cock all the way into my ass pussy. I moaned into the bed in pain and continued crying except even harder now. He was soon fucking me real hard, pulling his cock almost all the way out, smacking my very sore butt, before slamming his cock all the way back in. Eventually the pain in my ass pussy from the sudden penetration turned to pleasure and I was soon moaning in both pain from his period spanks and pleasure from his cock. He kept up my fucking and spanking for a while, having just cummed in my mouth. Soon though, I started having a sissy orgasm and clamped my ass pussy muscles tight on his cock. He uttered a very satisfied "oh yeah" gave me one more spank, slammed his cock into me all the way and orgasmed, collapsing onto my back. Eventually he rolled off me, let go of my hands, pulled my short sissy frillies panties up, and kissed me on the side of the face and said, "that was wonderful Prissy-Sissy. That's the best birthday present I've ever had." I fell over onto my side facing him, smiled a weak smile and said, "you're welcome Master William. Happy Birthday." He said, "why don't you go see if Mistress Helen needs anything." I said, "yes, Master William." I rolled off the bed, curtseyed, and then staggered my way to wherever Mistress Helen was. I found her sitting in the living room. She got up as I approached but I still curtseyed and said, "May I be of service Mistress Helen?" She said, "oh Prissy-Sissy, you're just so precious" and hugged me tight. She kissed me full on the lips, and then said, "Thank you for that Prissy-Sissy. Master William needs things like that to deal with all the stress of his job and all." "I laid out a new set of lingerie and robe downstairs for you on your bed. Why don't you get out of your dress, gloves, bra and panties, and take off your heels but leave your garter belt, stockings and garters on. Go clean yourself up, put on the new lingerie lying on the bed, slip into your Pink Satin marabou heels and put on the new robe, fix your makeup and your hair and come back up and we'll have some cake." I staggered down to my room and saw the new lingerie set she was talking about, a Pink Satin camisole with Lavender lace and a matching pair of knee length sissy frillies panties. I took off my gloves, and set them on the hanger on the door, and then unzipped and stepped out of the dress and hung that on the hanger as well. I then moved the hanger onto the clothes rack hoping I'd never have to wear something like that for Master William ever again. I took off the platform mary-janes and set them under the dress, and slipped into the marabou slippers. I then went into the bathroom across the hall, removed the short sissy frillies panties and began douching my sore cum oozing ass pussy. After it was clean and feeling a little better, I washed the cum out of the panties and hung them over the curtain rack to dry. I came back into my room to remove the bra, and put on the camisole and knee length sissy frillies panties and wrapped myself into the robe. I then sat at my vanity, removed the dangling earrings, replaced them with the pink jeweled heart dangling earrings and repaired my makeup. I took out the bows in my pigtails and instead took a hair clamp and tied my hair into an updo ponytail. I then went upstairs to join Master William and Mistress Helen for cake in the dining room when Malcolm jumped out from behind the wall. I cried "Master Malcolm!" He picked me up and gave me a big kiss and I melted in his arms. He set me down when Mistress Helen ordered me to get some dessert plates and forks. Soon we were all seated at the table singing Master William Happy Birthday. I cut the cake and passed pieces to everyone and Mistress Helen poured everyone some dessert wine. I had a little piece of cake and some wine but got very full. Mistress Helen had me wrap some cake for Master Malcolm so he could take it home with him. She then had me put the rest away and clear the table and put the dishes away. She then excused me for the night and said she'd see me in the morning. I was feeling very drowsy and tipsy from the wine and was staggering to my room when Malcolm scooped me up into his arms and carried me down to my room. He laid me on my bed and all I remember is turning to face him and asking him if he was ever going to get me away from here? He said he was and I must've passed out because I don't remember anything after that. I awoke the next morning with the horrible memories of what happened the previous evening and recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra. That made me feel better, but I still began to think that maybe I should run away and leave everyone including Malcolm. I began to doubt he was ever going to get me away from here. I could steal some money from the register at Francine's and then try to get home as fast as possible. But if I ever got caught, I'd go to jail, and that would be worst than being a sissy slut bondage maid. I said my Prissy-Sissy mantra again and that made me feel better and I pushed away the thoughts I was having. I then proceeded to get ready for the day. I then resumed my monotonous life as a sissy slut bondage maid and Francine's salesgurl without much else happening for several weeks. A month later, I remarked to Mistress Helen on the way home after my morning shift at Francine's that my bra was tight and uncomfortable. As soon as we were home, she had me go to my room and remove my dress and bra and wait for her. I was soon standing in front of my mirror in just my garter belt stockings and panties when she walked into my room with some bottles, some cloth towels and the tape measure. She first sprayed something on my breasts and the prosthesis fell away. And soon as that happened my chest felt so much better but as I looked down, I now had real boobs. She wiped off the spray from my new boobs and I moaned in pleasure as she did. She smirked and said, "real boobs are so much more fun." I wasn't sure I wanted real boobs though. She took the tape measure and measured my chest and bust and said I had a natural 30A-cup pair of boobs. She then sprayed the inside of breast prosthesis with the same spray and it separated in several layers. She cleaned the outer two layers and then sprayed an adhesive onto the inside of the outer layer and stuck the inner layer into it. She then sprayed the adhesive on the inside of the inner layer and reattached them to my chest. I was again back to a 30C-cup pair of boobs. I asked her how big were my boobs going to get and she said probably not very big, since I'm a petite little thing and my mom probably is as well. She then said to get dressed into my maids uniform and get to my chores. As I got dressed, I thought about what she said and began to get very concerned. My mother wasn't a petite little thing like me, nor were my sisters. They were all above average height with big boobs. My mother was and E or an F cup at least. And my sisters were at least an E. They were D's and double D's in high school and college, and quite popular. I just hoped that my petite size also applied to my boobs. I wasn't sure I wanted real boobs in the first place, and I wasn't sure I wanted big ones either. I recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra and that made it all better. This happened two more times, almost a month apart from each other, so that several weeks before Christmas, I was a natural 30C-cup. With my long blonde hair up in an updo ponytail or pigtails, I looked like a bimbo without any trouble at all. Prissy-Sissy mantra. During this time I also noticed that Jessica was losing weight. I remarked about it when I first noticed it and she said, "Yeah, Jason keeps her busy doing fun things." Then she leaned close to me and in a low voice so no one else could hear, "And he's fucking my ass off, literally. And it feels great," and giggled like a school-girl and I joined her. About a month after that, she wanted to show me something and had me watch the floor while she went into a changing room. There was no one around when she called out to me so I went back to see her standing there in a PVC fetish bondage outfit with fishnet stockings and high- heeled knee-high boots. It made her look extremely sexy but extremely submissive, with restraints and D-rings everywhere. She asked me how she looked and I told her that she looked extremely sexy but also very submissive. She said, "That's the idea." I said really? She said she wanted to try it out and that Jason was going to take her to The Dungeon. My eyes almost popped out my head. I said, "No Jessica. That place scares the crap out of me. You could get seriously hurt there." She said, "Oh Prissy-Sissy, you're such a delicate dainty little lady, of course it would, but I'll be fine." I begged her to please be careful, I had seen some terrible things there. I was even more concerned the next day when Valerie was the one opening Francine's the next morning. Valerie said that it looked like she'd be working a double today as Jessica had called her and was feeling a bit under the weather. I asked if she was okay and Valerie said yeah, Jessica said she just needed a little rest, and that she'd work a double shift the next day to make it up to Valerie. Sure enough, Jessica showed up for work the next day, looking fine but moving a little gingerly. She said she was still a little sore, but that she had and eye opening experience. She said she never orgasmed so hard in her life as when the fucking machines were slamming into her ass and pussy and she was forced to call Jason her Master or else spanking machines would keep paddling her. She orgasmed again just as hard when she agreed that she was Jason's submissive fuck slut forever and then he stuffed his cock in her mouth, and she sucked him off and swallowed, something she never did like to do very much before, but now has to whenever Master Jason says so. Wow, was all I could say. But she seemed really happy and was all smiles that day. The only other event that broke the monotony of my sissy slut bondage maid's and Francine's salesgurl's life was when it was Malcolm's birthday several weeks before Christmas. Mistress Helen thought it would be a great surprise if I dressed in my Swan Lake ballerina costume and was waiting for him when he came home from work. We made the modifications of altering the crotch so it had snaps to pop it open and got crotchless tights to use as well. So on the night of his birthday, Mistress Helen had me make myself up in dark grey and black eyeshadow, false eyelashes with heavy mascara and eyeliner, light orange lipstick, white fingernail polish and some light blush. I put my hair into a large bun at the back of my head and wrapped the white feather headdress around my head. She had me dress in the costume and then when we got into his house, she had me remove the ballet shoes I had on and had me put on a pair of white leather knee high ballet heeled boots. It was impossible to walk in these things very far, so she had me sit on a stool and left me there with the door locked. When Malcolm walked into his house, I slipped off the stool, pirouetted a couple of times, and then fell down into a classic swan lake pose facing him, with my left leg tucked under me and my right leg fully extended forward and me bent over with my head down and my arms extended forward around my head and my hands together palms facing down, with my right hand on top of the left. I then looked up at Malcolm and wished him a Happy Birthday. In no time he was lifting me up and carrying me into the bedroom while his tongue was filling my mouth as I sucked on it lovingly. He then wrapped my legs around him and reached for and found the snaps, and said, "Smart gurl Prissy." He worked the snaps with one hand and unzipped his pants with the other and in no time at all, he impaled my ass pussy on his cock. Fortunately, I had planned ahead and filled my ass pussy with generous lubricant, so he slid in easily. As I rolled my head back to the wonderful sensations of being so well fucked, he had his hands around my waist and was lifting me up and setting me down on his cock. It was like he was masturbating his cock using my ass pussy. He soon though gripped my waist tight and held me down as he filled me with his cum as I had a sissy orgasm. But he was still very excited, and immediately stood up with me still wrapped around him, turned around and got on his knees on the bed and crawled and fell forward on the bed pinning me under him. He never got soft, as he immediately began fucking me very forcefully and passionately as he french kissed me, his tongue filling my mouth, my arms wrapped around his neck. He went for a while but eventually orgasmed and filled my ass pussy with more of his cum. He put his hands on my thighs, and unwrapped my legs from his torso, and straightened them out. He rolled over to his right and I thought he was going to roll off of me and onto his side. But he was still sexually charged, and when he rolled, he grabbed me by my butt cheeks, cupping and gripping them and hoisted me on top of him. He was still erect and inside me and he had slid his large hands under my thighs and began lifting me off his cock only to lower me all the way back down onto it. Each time I came down on his cock, his cock hit my prostate, I got and intense jolt of pleasure and I moaned out in pleasure and rolled my head back. His hands were still gripping and cupping my thighs and my legs were now sticking straight out, my feet still laced in the ballet heeled boots pointing outwards and my hands were on my hips as I balanced myself on Malcolm's large hands. Up and down I went, my C-cup boobs bouncing up and down in the thin cups of my leotard in rhythm with my stiff white tutu spread out around me. Each impact brought me another jolt of pleasure, as I approached an incredible sissy orgasm. His pace picked up as he raised and lowered me, like I was some sort of exercise weight and he was working out. I looked at him, and the look on his face both awed and terrified me. He looked like a man possessed, a madman full of raw animal lust and sexual energy. I was now being lifted and dropped so fast that the jolts were almost one continuous stream of pleasure. I began convulsing in the most powerful sissy orgasm I ever had when he finally dropped me down all the way, brought his hands up around my waist clamping me down on him and pushed up with his torso as he reached a very powerful orgasm himself and came again in my ass pussy. We stayed locked in that position for a few seconds, his hands tightly gripping my waist until he let go and his hands fell to his sides. I fell forward and rested on his chest. I had my chin flat on his chest, looking straight ahead at him. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down as he did so. His eyes were closed and he had a very contented look on his face. His breathing slowed and he eventually reached for a pillow and propped up his head. He opened his eyes and looked at me and I said again, "Happy Birthday Malcolm." He said, "Thank you Prissy-Sissy. That was the best birthday present anyone has ever given me. Why don't you go change into your black nightie and come back to bed. I have some news to tell you." I rolled off of him, and slid to the side of the bed and unlaced and pulled off the ballet heeled boots. I walked into the dressing room and removed the feather headdress and set it on the vanity. I then slid the leotard and tutu off and hung them up in the closet and set the ballet heeled boots below them. I walked into the small bathroom on the other side of the walk-in closet, and slipped the tights off. Cum had already leaked into the split crotch gusset panels so I washed it out and hung it over the shower door. I then douched my ass pussy after sitting on the bidet to wash my crotch off and expel most of the cum. I then went and slipped the black chemise over my head and down around me. I slipped into the black marabou slippers and wrapped the robe around me and walked back to the bedroom. I got to the side of the bed only to pull the robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, slip out of the marabou slippers and slid into bed with Malcolm. He had his right arm extended and I rested my head on it as he cradled my head and I rested my face on his chest. He said, "Everything is almost in place. Final preparations are being completed and I can guarantee you that in about two months time, you'll be free from the life as William's and Helen's sissy slut bondage maid." I looked at him and said, "Really? For certain?" He said, "Absolutely. in two months time you'll no longer be their sissy slut bondage maid. Isn't that great news?" I said it was the best news I've had in a long time. I kissed him on the cheek and rested my head back on his chest and drifted off to a sound sleep.