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This story is inspired by a lot of the MC and TG fiction that I've read over the past decade and is in many ways a culmination of all the kinks that I've been introduced to by other writers. It's my first attempt at writing a TG story, and I hope you enjoy it. I'll try to complete more chapters as soon as I can. Ally's New Life Chapter 1: An Unpleasant Reunion I had been away on a business trip for the past two weeks and when I came back to the office, everything seemed different. "There are going to be a few changes around here." That was the only thing that I really remembered from the early meeting that I had with Mary, the CEO. "Allen, I know it's not what you want to hear, but this is really best for the company." She was squirming uncomfortably as she told me that I was going to lose my job, and I thought that she was simply nervous about giving me bad news. Becoming VP of operations was the high point of my career, but now they were bringing someone else in to take my position. I was told that it wasn't a reflection of my performance, but that the board jumped at the chance at hiring this new executive when he announced his availability. As a consolation, I would still be a Vice President, but in effect I would report directly to him as his subordinate. It was bad enough that this man had taken my job, but they gave him my office as well and expected me to get him up to speed on the company's internal procedures. As I walked toward my office, I noticed that a lot of the female executives seemed to have been transferred out of their own offices and into cubicles. Some were even sitting out in front of their offices, answering phones or staring intently at their screens. I didn't know what was going on, but I realized that my mind was wondering and that I should focus on meeting the man who has replaced me. When I got to my office, I noticed that the secretary's desk was unoccupied. Sally was always punctual and never left her desk, so I wondered if she was moved to a different position as well. "Perhaps he's bringing on his own secretary," I thought to myself. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door to my former office and opened the door - I wasn't going to wait for a reply to enter my own office after all. As I walked in, my eyes widened as I saw the figure that was standing behind my desk. A flurry of emotions washed over me as I recognized John, my old bully from high school, rearranging my desk and throwing some of my personal effects into a box. I wanted to slink down into the floor and disappear, as I remembered some of the things he used to do to me. Even twenty years later, I still bore the scars of the childish pranks that became a daily routine of my youth. My mind went back to when he stripped me naked and threw me into the girl's locker room and the feeling of shame that I felt when the entire girl's soccer team laughed at me. I thought I had left that all behind when I graduated and quietly left my small town. I disappeared and never looked back, pushing those horrible memories into the back of my head. But seeing John brought all of those past humiliations back to the front of my mind and all I could do was stare at this reminder of my old life standing before me. John looked up from cleaning out my desk and smirked at me. He waved me over and extended his hand to me. As I slowly stepped forward and shook his hand, he introduced himself, "Hi Allen, it's nice to see you again after all these years." My heart sank as it was clear that he recognized my immediately. He continued, "I wasn't going to take this job at all, since I simply didn't need it." As I looked into his eyes, I found it hard to break eye contact with him. I wanted to look away as he explained how Mary had offered him everything she could in order to convince him to work for her. To my shock, Mary's position was in trouble because the company was doing much worse than announced publically. "The dumb bitch is so out of her league that I'm sure she must have fucked her way into the position." He laughed, "she knew that I had a reputation of turning companies around so she practically begged me to save her. If she only knew how I got my results. Anyway, I was going to walk away but when I saw that my little Ally was working at her company, I couldn't say no." Ally. The pet name he had for me when he would torment me. I wanted to yell at him, to do anything to resist his control over me, but all I could do was remain silent and let him continue. He picked up a framed picture on my desk of my wife Janice and my daughter Amy. "I see that you've made quite a life for yourself here in the big city." He walked around the desk and stood in front of me. His towering presence was enough to make me start to cry as I remembered all the horrible things that he used to do to me when we were younger. "Aww, little Ally is going to cry?" he said mockingly as he looked at the tears that began to stream down my face. "Don't worry, you'll be happy to be reunited with me soon enough." He sat back down behind my old desk and began to explain what he had been doing for the past two decades. "You see, after you left I discovered that I had the ability to convince people to do anything that I wanted them to do. I thought that you were just a pussy who was too weak to stand up to me, but it turns out there was so much more to my ability to push you around." He reached into shirt pocket and pulled out a piece of white cloth. He tossed it to me and said, "wipe your tears with that you sissy." I caught what I thought was a handkerchief and began to dab it to my face. By the time I regained my composure, I noticed that I wasn't holding a handkerchief but a pair of panties and recoiled in horror. "Mary has a new dress code now, as befitting a failure of a CEO. Panties are not a part of that dress code." I wanted throw the panties away, or at least drop them, but I found myself clutching onto them as if my life depended on it. "You can't let go of them because panties are going to be a very important part of your life soon." He leaned back in the chair and put his feet up on my former desk. "It's true what they say, 'you never forget your first'. By the time I developed a full understanding of what I could do with my... ability, I had everything a man would want. Money was not an issue because I could simply convince people to give me what I wanted. Women definitely weren't an issue - I went through all the girls in our entire graduating class and fucked the brains out of everyone one of them. But I was never really satisfied with any of that. I didn't understand why until Mary went through the names of her VPs. When I heard your name for the first time in twenty years, I remembered all the good times we had." I cringed when he said that. I wanted to run away, to disappear again like I did all those years ago. But I couldn't move. He motioned with his finger for me step closer until my knees banged into the desk. He didn't stop motioning, and I looked at him with confusion. I wasn't sure what he wanted until my body began to move on its own, my head inching closer and closer to his shoes until my lips pressed up against them. "Give them a kiss," he demanded and I did just that. "You see, all those years of torturing you... I realized that all I wanted the feeling of power that I had over you." He motioned me off and I jumped back away from his shoe as quickly as I could. "I don't know if you were responding to my power when we were young, but I know you submitted to me unconditionally. Of course there's a thrill to making people do what you want them to do against their will. Watching Mary strip off her panties and hand them to me as she apologized for breaking her new dress code was exciting. Watching the female executives try to retain their intelligence as I reduced them to bimbos with as much ambition as office furniture was quite thrilling. But remembering that you submitted because of your weakness has gotten me more excited than I have ever been in a while." He pointed at the chair in front of me and told me to sit down. "I could simply make you do anything I want, like all the others. But no, I'm going to have fun with you. I'm going to slowly take everything away from you until all you want to do is serve me." He sat back up in his chair and leaned forward to get closer to me. "I'm not stupid of course. I know that you probably want to get as far away from me as you can. Or maybe you might have actually grown a pair of balls and even think about hurting me. So I'll be gently guiding your submission to me. You'll notice the changes soon enough. But in the end, I'll give you the choice of whether or not you want to submit to me... and I'm confident that you will." He pointed at the panties that were still in my hand, "Put those in your pocket. You'll need them later." I did as he instructed and then he pointed at a box of my personal effects that were on the floor in front of me. The box was full of items that had defined my life after I left the town and John behind me. But on the very top was the framed MBA degree I had earned several years ago. "You won't need any of that junk any more, so I want you to throw that all out into the garbage." He picked up the picture of my wife and daughter, "I'll be keeping this though. I have some plans for them." He was right, I wanted to jump up and strangle him when he said that. But all I could do was slowly stand up and pick up the box and meekly reply with, "Yes sir." "Good, Ally. You probably noticed that the desk out front is empty when you came in. That's where you'll be from now on. Before I moved the old secretary out, I had her leave some of her personal items. Those are yours now, and you'll find a good use for them. You'll also find some new instructions on the computer that you'll follow to the letter. Don't worry about taking any calls, the old secretary is still on that job. Now get out of my office." I clutched the box to my chest and walked out of the office. I walked through the halls until I found a large garbage can outside of the small communal kitchen that the majority of the support staff used. I could feel everyone staring at me as I tossed my possessions into the garbage. I wanted to simply throw the entire box away, but something pressing me in my mind told me that it would make much more sense to throw each item away one by one. When I tossed my degrees into the trash, I understood that there was simply no way that I could have legitimately earned them. I was and always have been a fraud. When I threw away the awards I received over the years, I realized that I probably used someone else's work and got credit for something that I didn't do. There were some pictures of my wife and I on our honeymoon that went into the trash, and understood that my wife probably never loved me and only married me for the tiny little potential that she thought that I had. Finally there was some art that my daughter drew when she was younger that I threw out, and I realized that it was a mistake to have a child when I was simply not man enough to raise a family. I left the empty box by the trash and slowly walked back to my... I mean John's office processing the new reality that was being created for me. I knew that something was changing in me, but I couldn't do anything but accept that everything good that happened in my life was a lie. When I got back to John's office, I sat down at my new desk to take a look at what my future had in store for me. In one of the desk drawers was box of makeup that featured lots of different lipstick, blush, mascara, eyeliner and powder. In another drawer I found packages of stockings, along with garter belts and sets of bras and panties. I immediately understood that these new undergarments were part of my new dress code, although I didn't understand why I would need these here at work. Under the desk there were a few pairs of bright pink 5-inch stiletto heels. While I didn't need to change into my new underwear for now, it felt right to slip off my ugly shoes and put my feet into pair of the stilettos. I wasn't sure if I would be able to walk in them yet, but my mind was telling me that having them on made me feel comfortable. There was another drawer but it was locked with a keypad, so I ignored it and continued on to the monitor on the desk. I noticed the note that was stuck to it. Login: SissyAlly Password: Cockwhore I knew this wasn't right, but I internalized my new login information. My name was Ally after all, and since I'm not a quite man, it makes sense that I am a Sissy. The password should have been more complicated, but someone probably realized that I wouldn't remember it so they kept it as simple as possible. I entered the information and logged into the computer. The first thing that greeted was a prompt that said "For the new Vice President" which made me feel very good. Mary did say that I would keep my title, and this was something I could hang onto. I clicked the Next button and read the new slide. "Ally. As Mary promised, you are still a Vice President. I've created a new position for you as befitting of your new status: Vice President of Executive Comfort. You'll be training for your new responsibilities by completing the tasks set out here on your computer, but I'm sure you've begun to understand your duties based on your new password." I clicked to read the next slide and saw a menu of instructional videos that I was expected to watch. "Instructions for the new VP of Comfort." The top of the list started simply enough, emphasizing how I should act and dress at work. But as my eyes got to the bottom of the list, I was alarmed at how I was expected to fulfill my duties with members of the male executive team. I pushed my chair away from the desk. I wanted to stop. To leave and try to escape this personal hell that I was now trapped in. But being Vice President was all that I had left, and something in my mind told me that I would never find a position anywhere else. I focused my attention back on the screen as I watched the videos. I learned how to properly apply and re-apply makeup. I learned that I should wax my entire body to be as smooth as possible. I learned how to keep my hair and that I would wear a blonde wig until I could grow out my hair naturally. I learned how I was expected to dress, that along with my new underwear I was expected to skirts and blouses to go with my new shoes. I was told that I would always wear my heels, even to bed, so that I would learn how to walk in them properly. As the videos went into how I should act around men, I realized that I was being taken back to my years in high school. When John bullied me, my only defense was to shrink into a shell. I avoided eye contact everyone one and tried to be as invisible as possible. Now I could see that I was expected to revert back to my old coping mechanisms. When a man approaches me, I am expected to lower my head and wait to be acknowledged. I have to call him Sir and thank him for any suggestion or order that he gives me. Even though I was a Vice President, my primary concern was the comfort of the other members of the executive, and that in these matters I was not an equal or a peer. The hardest videos to watch were the ones that told me how I was expected to service the men in the company. It was strange, because these videos featured women were familiar to me. There was April, the VP of Finance, on her knees sucking on the cock of Bruce, one of the junior managers in her department. I could tell that she was choking on his cock because of the gargling sounds she was making and the tears streaming down her face, but she continued to eagerly gobble on his meat until he came. After he pulled his cock out of her face, she kept her mouth opened and showed the camera that there was no cum left in her at all. She then closed her mouth and simply said, "Remember, good girls always swallow." Another video featured Sally, another VP, telling the camera that "if more than one cock demands your attention, remembers you can use your hands." She knelt down in front of two men, pulled their cocks out of their trousers and began to eagerly pump them with her hands. She licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come and giggles happily when the men splattered their juices all over her face. She used her hands to rub some into her face and then sucked on her jizz covered fingers. "Not only is cum tasty, but it is also good for your skin!" she said perkily. After watching countless videos of the women in the office being fucked countless ways and proclaiming their love for cock and cum, I ended with a video of Mary being fucked hard by John as she bent over her desk. Her nameplate, of which I could only read "CEO", was jammed up her pussy as John fucked her in the ass. He turned to the camera and smiled, "You may have noticed that these videos are just for you Ally. I've already trained these women directly by rewiring their minds, but I want you to slowly learn what it means to serve as my slut. If you have enough willpower, you can stop these videos at any time... but knowing how weak you are, I'm sure you're just mesmerized by the sight of you're your former female peers being turned into whores. Maybe you're even a little jealous that they are having so much fun right now. Now, I know you don't have a pussy like the other girls, but see how Mary is taking my cock up her ass? From now on, your ass-pussy" - this was enough for me to understand that my ass is also my pussy - "is how you will pleasure men who want more than your mouth." John continued to fuck Mary for what seemed like forever until he grunted and pulled out of her. As his cum slowly dribbled out of her ass, I could feel my own cock explode into my boxers, making a very sticky mess in my pants. I slipped off my pants and my boxers, wiping my cock clean as best as I could. I looked at my cum-stained boxers and realized that since I didn't have any of the delicious cum that the other girls were eating in the videos today, I could eat my own. I smiled as I realized that I found a loophole that came with being a sissy and began sucking on my boxers. As I was slurping on my own cum, something compelled me to look at the screen and click to the next slide. "I know what you're thinking. You might think that you can masturbate and eat your own cum." I stopped when I read that sentence and threw my boxers to the floor. "Your job is to give other men pleasure, not enjoy your own. Please look at the locked drawer and enter this number on the keypad: 74779." Sissy. Of course that was the password. I did as I was told and found some items that I couldn't have even imagined owning until now. "First you will find a chastity cage for your sissy clit. Lock up your clit now." My eyes locked onto the silver cage in the drawer and pulled it out. As I placed my penis into it, I realized how small it was and how painful it would be if I was to ever have an erection. There was a small padlock that secured the cage and clicked it on and placed the key on my desk. "The key will be given to the VP of Operations upon the completion of this set of instructions." My heart sank as I realized that John now owned my cock. "You will not eat any of cum that dribbles out of your clitty. The only use you have for it is lubricant for the butt plugs that you will find in the drawer. Find the smallest one and insert it into your ass-pussy." I looked back into the drawer and found a set of butt plugs. The smallest one was six inches long and two inches wide. As I grabbed it and rubbed it against the cum stains in my boxers until it was covered in my cum. As I began inserting it into my ass-pussy, I let out a small gasp as the cold metal penetrated me. Working it into my ass all the way to the base, I looked at the other butt plugs. Without reading the screen, I knew that I would eventually work my way up to the largest one - a foot long plug that was as wide as a fist. "You will give yourself an enema every time you are fucked to keep your ass clean. As incentive, you will suck your plug every time that you remove it to service a male executive." I realized that not only was I being dilated, but that the plugs were a way to emphasize my hygiene. "While other women are not allowed to wear panties, as a sissy you are an exception. Your panties will help keep your clit and your new plug contained, but they will also remind you of your status as a sissy." It was then that I remembered that John had given me a pair of Mary's panties. I knew what I had to do then as a pulled them out of my shirt pocket and slipped them on. As I settled into them, I let out a sigh of satisfaction. Panties did make me feel like a sissy, and if being a sissy is the only way I can still be a Vice President then I was more than happy to wear them. I pulled on my pants and turned back to the monitor, but then I noticed the time on the corner of the screen and realized that the day was almost over. I shut down the computer and gingerly stood on my new heels. I grabbed the cage key from the desk and slowly walked towards John's office. The sensation was new to me, as if I was walking on my tiptoes the entire time, and I felt like I was constantly in danger of toppling over. But my slow, tiny steps forward kept me on my feet. It also had the bonus of allowing my ass to wiggle, as was expected of me. As I walked in John looked at me and smiled, "I see you're getting a hang of things." He stood up and walked up to me, snatching the key from my hand. "That said, I can't wait all day for you." He slipped the key into his shirt pocket and then looked deep into my eyes. "While I am preventing you from hurting me, I wasn't lying in the video. Although I'm making you suggestible to my instructions, you can stop your training at any time." He smiled darkly at me and waited for my reaction. I wanted to let out a scream by my body wouldn't respond. I wanted to do something - to yell at him, to hit him, or to even run away. But all I could do was smile dumbly at him as he looked at me. I don't know what power he had over me or over everyone at the office, but I knew that I was trapped in his game. Maybe he was right. Maybe I'm too weak to resist him... maybe this is what I've wanted all along? Before I could get any more anxious, I felt a wave of calm pass over me as I realized that I should be happy to still have a place at the company. He patiently looked at me and said, "Why don't you tell me how you feel right now?" I looked at him and cheerily said, "I'm looking forward to start in my new role as Vice President of Executive Comfort. I hope that as a sissy I can serve you and the other men as well as all the real women in the office." He laughed. "Oh don't worry. Most of the men wouldn't touch a fag like you, but with a few suggestions from me, they'll be lining up to use your services. I'm sure you'll be a great VP." I jumped up in excitement as he said that and almost fell over in my heels. He caught my arm and steadied me. "Boy, you are a silly slut aren't you?" I could only giggle in response as he grabbed my arm and began leading me out of his office. "Your new life is only beginning, my little Ally. Just wait until we get home." Chapter 2: A New Man of the House John had taken Mary's BMW and drove us to my house. His house. Our house. I couldn't keep it straight in my head anymore. As he led me up the stairs to the front door, he turned to me and smiled wickedly. "I'm sure you'll love the little adjustments I made to your family." I looked down at the ground, realizing that my wife and daughter would be caught up in his games with me. He opened the door and walked in, towing me behind him. "Janice! I'm home!" he bellowed loudly into the hallway. He turned to me, "It's not a big house, but then again I know I can't expect much from a simply little sissy like you Ally." I heard the sound of clacking heels against the floors approach us and looked up in horror at my wife. Janice was dressed in what could be generously called a dress. It was more like a negligee, considering how thin and transparent the material was. I could see her erect nipples through the top and the hints of moisture down by her crotch. She was also wearing a pair of black leather boots with 6-inch heels, something that I know she would have hated before John entered my life. She giggled happily as she bounced toward John like a puppy running to her owner. She kissed him and said, "I'm so glad you're back honey. I've missed your cock all day." She reached down to her crotch and rubbed her dress against her pussy, moistening the fabric. She then looked over at me and frowned, "Why is my sissy of an ex-husband here?" I didn't know what stung more. Sissy or ex-husband. I looked at John with confusion and he said, "Well, you can't believe that you'd still be married to my new wife, can you?" He pulled up my hand and looked at the wedding band on my finger, "In fact, I should thank you for holding on to this for me. But now I'll need it back." As he pulled the band off my finger, I realized that it only made sense that Janice was my ex- wife. Especially if I was supposed to keep all the men in the office happy in my new position. John turned back to Janice, "Well, as much as I'd love to have Ally fend for herself, she told me she's much more comfortable serving me as much as possible. As the VP of Operations, I have to make sure everyone is happy in order to keep our office functioning, so Ally will be staying with us as our maid." I let that new reality sink in as I realized that I would have to live in my... John's home as a maid. I would never have a moment away from him. "I'll fuck you in a few moments dear, I need to show Ally to her new room." Janice pouted and glared at me as she stomped off into the house and up the stairs. "I'll be waiting in the bedroom. Don't be too long with the sissy." John pulled me up the stairs and toward my daughter's room. He opened the door and threw me onto the bed. "This is where you'll stay from now on." He went to the closet and pulled out a maid uniform. "And this is what you'll wear when we're at home. You'll find that the closet also has your new work appropriate attire. Now get out of those male clothes." He made me strip in front of him and smiled as he saw my clit locked up in its cage. Before I put on the maid uniform, I realized that I did not have a bra on. Blushing in horror, I rushed to the clothes drawer and pulled out one of my daughter's old training bras. He smiled at me and sarcastically said, "You may be flat now, but in a few weeks we'll have you filled out." I clumsily slipped the bra on and then donned the uniform. I knew that I looked garish in it, but that I would be expected to make myself presentable later so that I met the female executive dress code at work. I picked up my old clothes and handed them to John, recognizing that I would never need them again. "Now, familiarize yourself with the rest of the room while I go fuck Janice. I'll have a surprise for you soon." John left the room and I could hear happy squealing coming from the master bedroom a few moments later. I looked around the room to see where I would be living for the rest of my life. I never had much of a reason to come into my daughter's room, particularly once she started college a few months ago. But there were things that I immediately recognized. Posters of male celebrities hanging on the walls. Her old stuffed toys on the bed. But there were new things that John likely had added while they were at work. The pillows on my new bed were embroidered with "Sissy" and "Whore". When I looked up at the ceiling, I could see more posters - but these were of women sucking cock and being fucked in the ass. They had captions under them that read "Ally loves to make men happy!". There was a pair of headphones and a strange sleeping mask on the bedside table, which I assumed I would need to wear when I went to sleep. The closet was filled with maid uniforms and the slutty office wear that I needed to wear to work. There was also a dozen or so shoes neatly stacked up in the corner that I had to choose from in order to coordinate my outfit. My daughter's vanity was still there, and I could see a lot of cosmetics, but there was also a row of blonde wigs in stands that I knew I would have to put on. But what drew my eye was the new computer and chair by my daughter's desk. I stood up and looked down at the seat of the chair. Right in the middle was a dildo, the same size as the butt plug that is in me now, and I knew that I was expected to penetrate myself whenever I used the computer. I pulled my panties down, which was much easier now that I didn't have to wear those ugly trousers, and pulled the butt plug out of my ass. I slowly sat down on the dildo and shivered as it worked its way into me as I settled down into the seat. As I placed at the dirty butt plug down on the desk, I realized that I would need to give myself an enema as soon as possible. Thankfully I didn't have to clean this plug because I was technically training myself and not servicing another man. I turned on the computer and was greeted with corporate login screen. Instinctively I typed "SissyAlly" and "Cockwhore" to login to the computer. The training videos at work were there, but I also could see new videos with the label "Home Life". I clicked on Home Life and saw dozens of videos pop up. I clicked the most recent one, which by the file name was made a few days ago, and watched in fascination as I saw John fucking Janice in my former bed. Janice was staring right into the camera as John was fucking her from behind. He roughly pulled on her hair and slapped her ass and yelled "Say it you bitch!" at her. Between her moans and gasps she grunted out, "Your cock... ugh... is so much better... ahhh... than my... egh... faggot husband's tiny clit." I felt the chair shake as the dildo in my ass began to vibrate. I wanted to look away, not because it was painful hearing my being violated and made to say these things about me, but because I was getting extremely horny and could feel my clitty press up against my chastity cage. The vibrating intensified as my wife began to scream louder into the camera. Out of desperation I clicked on another video, hoping to stop the pressure of the dildo vibrating in my ass. It worked, and the dildo stopped as the new video began to play. This time the scene was in the living room, with John sitting on the sofa violently fucking Janice's face by dragging her head up and down his crotch. My mouth widened in horror as I heard my daughter's familiar voice come through the speakers. "Mom, sorry I didn't call but I just had to come home." I shook my head as I saw her walk into frame and approach John, almost hoping that she would just run away and not fall into his trap. Of course I knew better and watched John smile as Amy began to yell at him. "Mom! What are you doing to her?" John stopped face-fucking Janice and pushed her off his cock as he looked up at Amy and smiled at her. I could see Amy's body relax and John turned to face the camera and smile, knowing that I would be watching this later. He turned back to Amy and said, "Now sweetheart, your daddy and your mommy are having sex. I'm not sure why you are getting so excited." Amy looked at him and then looked down at her mother gasping for air. She knelt down beside Janice and pleaded with John. "But Daddy, it's not fair. I want some of your cum too! Why does mom get to have all of it?" John feigned a sigh of impatience and pushed Janice away. He grabbed Amy's head and pushed her toward his cock, "Fine honey. But don't say I never spoiled you." Amy smiled and sweetly said "Thanks Daddy!" before deep throating John's cock as if she was an expert. It was at that point the dildo began to vibrate again, going faster and faster as I watched my daughter try to suck John's cock as fast as she could. The pain of my clit trapped in the cage didn't matter any more as I was lost in the sensation of the dildo in my ass-pussy. I watched as John pulled his cock out of Amy's mouth and sprayed both Amy and Janice with his seed. It was at that moment that I screamed in pain and had my first ruined orgasm. My clitty juices dribbled slowly as my clit began to shrink. The dildo slowly shut off as I was left watching my daughter and my now ex-wife lick John's cum off of each other's face. John pushed Amy's head toward the camera and whispered something into her ear. She smiled and then excitedly proclaimed, "Of course you're my real Daddy! Old daddy is such a useless pansy that he might as well have been my older sister!". I used my hand to try to catch some of my cum dribbling onto the floor and then wiped my butt plug with it. I carefully stood up and felt some relief as the dildo emptied out of me. The relief didn't last long, however, because I knew I had to fill myself up again as soon as possible and worked the butt plug back into my ass-pussy. Before I turned off the computer, I noticed that a new video had appeared under a folder labeled "Fun with Ally". As I pulled my panties back on, I felt a compulsion to click on the video. I wasn't surprised when the first thing I saw was me sitting in front of the computer. There must have been a webcam recording me the moment I started one of the videos, and I could only watch in fascination as I saw my own face contort as my little clitty exploded in its cage. A little text bubble popped up on the screen and I felt compelled to read it out loud. "Sissy Ally loves it when John fucks Janice and Amy. Sissy Ally is a dumb whore who only wants cock." It was an affirmation of what I already knew when I threw out my possessions at the office. I was a worthless man and it only made sense that John would take care of the women in my life. Hearing them say it themselves only made that clear in my mind. John would make a wonderful husband and father who is able to keep his bitches happy. I looked down at the chair and noticed that the dildo could be unscrewed out of the chair. It made perfect sense to me, because it allowed me to be able to clean the dildo and to also replace it with larger dildos as my ass-pussy got wider. I was about to head to the bathroom to clean it when I heard John yell from the other room. "Ally! Come in here now!" I left the dildo on the desk and slowly made my way to the master bedroom. I'm not sure how, but I was getting used to the heels and it was slowly becoming easier to walk in them. As I entered the room, I could see John sitting up in bed motioning to me and Janice lying in bed with as satisfied look on her face. He pointed to her crotch and said, "Ally, I know you didn't have any real cum today." He paused as if to show me that he knew that I tried eating my own cum at the office and then continued, "so I'm giving you a treat. Janice probably wouldn't let a sissy like you near her pussy otherwise, but I'm sure she'd be fine with you cleaning her out. Isn't that right dear?" Janice simply waved her hand in the air, to tired to really respond. "Yes, fine, let the faggot clean me out." That was all I needed to hear as I walked to the bed and put my head into her freshly fucked pussy. As I began to lick the cum that was slowly leaking out of her, John sat up and whispered in my ear, "I can see that you've found some of my special videos that I made for you. Your daughter coming home was a pleasant surprise - I was expecting to have to find a way to convince her to come home early. Of course now she's dropping out of school to spend more time with her new Daddy. Isn't that nice?" He then got up and wiped his cock against my face as I was slurping up the last drops of cum from Janice's pussy. "Get out and make yourself presentable for work tomorrow. I'm going to take my wife out for dinner." I stood up and looked at John, and without any prodding from him said. "Thank you for feeding Ally your cum, Master John." He laughed as I bowed at him and walked out of the room. Chapter 3: A New Morning I was feeling tired as I woke up and began to get ready for work. After John and Janice left, I knew I had to make myself as feminine as possible to serve as the new VP of Executive Comfort. I just made sense to be the best that I could be at my new job, since I was clearly not man enough to handle my old position. In the back of my head I heard a voice that was screaming, trying to get me to escape my new life, but then I remembered that both Janice and Amy found me completely and utterly worthless. At least with John, I had a purpose in life. First I had to get rid of all my excess hair and practice putting on makeup. I couldn't forget my duties as a maid and I got a lot of practice walking in my new heels as I went through the house cleaning as much as possible. As I cleaned John's bedroom, I noticed that there was a second dresser in the room. It made sense, of course, because Amy would be sleeping with John when she moved back in. She definitely wouldn't be coming back into my new room ever again. I also discovered what the headphones and sleeping mask were for. I tried to sleep without them, but after an hour of writhing in bed, I knew it made sense for me to put them on. I realized why they were so important - it was so I could have the training videos play when I went to sleep. My dreams were filled with images of women being fucked in the ass or sucking cocks, preparing me for what I know I would do next. When I woke up in the morning, I went to the bathroom and gave myself an enema. While I wasn't looking forward to it, I was happy because it was the first time I was allowed to take off my heels since I put them on in the office, on the off chance that ruined them. It was also the first time my ass-pussy was empty and the pain of cleaning myself out was a relief compared to having a plug or a dildo in constantly in my ass-pussy. After cleaning out my insides, I took a shower to clean off from yesterday. I had come twice yesterday, and at least once more while I was asleep - not to mention John's cum that had caked on my face after I cleaned out my ex-wife's pussy - and it felt nice to clean myself. With my clitty, the best I could do was squeeze some liquid soap into the cage and then press the shower head against it. John said he would probably never open my clitty cage ever again, so I had to learn to make do with my improvised solution. After drying off, I went back into my new room and sat at the vanity. Although I had practiced hours yesterday, I wasn't perfect at putting on my makeup. But I did the best that I could do. My lips were painted with bright red lipstick, and I applied enough cream and blush to my face to hide my ugly imperfections. I thinned out my eyebrows, used eyeliner and eyelash extensions to complete my face and make sure that men would want to fuck me as much as any of the other women in the office. I also put on one of my new wigs ? blonde, shoulder length hair. As I placed it on my head and felt the adhesive stick to my scalp, I knew that men could pull on my hair hard and it would not come off. These wigs would do until I could grow my hair out. Although I was wearing my daughter?s old training bra yesterday, I found some breast forms in one of the vanity drawers. I was so happy because it meant I could wear a real bra and have a bust to show off to the men! After I glued the breast forms to my chest, I put on a lacy black bra. I definitely ruined Mary?s panties after all my training yesterday, and I was glad because it mean I could wear the matching pair of black thongs instead. I put on my garter belt and slowly slipped a pair of black silk stockings up my newly shaven legs. It felt so wonderful feeling the silky material against my legs. I also understood why I would have extra underwear and lingerie at work ? if I was doing my job right, what I was wearing would easily be ruined. Most importantly, I was finally able to wear some of the slutty clothes that John had left in the closet for me. I liked the maid uniform, of course, but my work wardrobe was also special to me. For today I chose a like pink blouse and a short black pencil skirt that would definitely show off my ass if I bent over. With the thong barely holding my plug in place, maybe one of the men will see my ass and feel the need to fill me up with his cock instead! I picked out a pair of black open-toed stilettos to go with the skirt. I wanted to shoe off my pink toenails that I painted with some polish that I found in my daughter?s vanity drawers. I?m sure John would be pleased that I went the extra mile. I finished off with some jewelry. My ears weren?t pierced yet, so I couldn?t wear earrings. And once John took off my wedding band, it didn?t feel right to wear rings anymore. But I did find a nice gold ankle bracelet that read ?Whore? and a beautiful silver necklace that read ?Ally?. I think it goes perfectly with my outfit. I took a moment to look at myself in the vanity mirror and the voice in my head began to yell at me again. It told me that I needed to stop, that I could find a way to get back at John and undo all the horrible things that he had done. It shouted, ?Your name is Allen! ? But as my eyes focused on the sissy slut in the mirror and on my necklace, I giggled and said to myself, ?No, I?m Ally!?. ?Are you talking to yourself, you dumb whore?? I heard John?s voice from the doorway and turned to face him. ?Sorry Master John, I was a little confused for a moment.? I made a face showing how hard I was trying to concentrate on my new life and then let out another giggle. John narrowed his eyes and looked deeply at me for a moment, ?Is your old self actually trying to resist?? He walked over to me and pulled me to him. His face was so close to mine that I couldn?t help but kiss him deeply on the lips. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and grabbed my ass, slowly moving his hands to my ass-pussy and pushing my plug deeper into me. My little gasp was enough for him to break off the kiss. He looked down smiled at me, ?I knew you were always meant to be my little Ally.? He grabbed my hand and led me downstairs to the kitchen. The first thing I saw was Janice in a maid uniform similar to the one I wore yesterday, cooking breakfast by the stove. Amy was sitting at the dining table with her legs splayed open, fucking herself with a dildo. When she noticed us, Amy dropped the dildo onto the floor, jumped up and ran toward John. ?Oh Daddy, I?m home! I didn?t want to wait any longer before coming back home, so I just left all my stuff at my dorm room and took the overnight bus back into town.? As she gave him a big hug and a deep kiss, I couldn?t help but feel jealous. I know that I would never measure up to Janice or Amy because I?m just a dumb sissy, but the thought of sharing John really made me feel anxious. After what felt like several minutes of kissing, John gently nudged Amy aside, ?I?m glad to see you too. A pretty girl like you should be home with her Daddy, where he can make her happy all the time.? He sat down at the table and pulled out his cock, ?it?s been a week, so I know you must be starving.? Amy hungrily crawled under the table and took his cock in her mouth. I must have had a look of dissatisfaction on my face as he turned to face me and said, ?Now don?t you worry Ally, you?ll be fed plenty at work today.? He motioned for me to sit at the table, ?but you should have your supplements first.? The thought of eating cum at work did placate me a little, although the slurping sounds coming from under the table still made me wish Amy wasn?t being so greedy. At least when he fucked Janice yesterday, John let me eat the cum out of her pussy. There?s no way Amy would share his cum with me after he unloads into her hungry mouth. Janice walked over and placed a plate of bacon and eggs and a cup of coffee in front of John. She then angrily placed a breakfast shake in front of me, along with a small cup that must have contained a dozen pills. John grabbed Janice?s ass and pulled her toward him, ?Now, now. I know you?re angry because Ally isn?t serving you in the morning. But I need her to prepare in the mornings so she can be the perfect cock hungry slut at work.? He then slapped her ass once and sternly said, ?Besides, you?re my bitch and after all this time you know better than to make me angry.? Janice looked down and nodded apologetically at John. ?I?m sorry John. I love serving you. I just didn?t know I had to prepare this slut?s breakfast too.? John pulled her down and kissed her. ?I know she doesn?t deserver it. But she?s probably too stupid to understand which pills to take, so she needs someone smart like you to be in charge of her.? He then pulled her down further and added, ?Why don?t you help Amy and have her share some of her breakfast with you. With that Janice perked up and sidled up beside Amy as they took turns licking John?s shaft. I looked at the pills and felt some confusion. John was right, of course. Most of these pills looked so similar that there was no way I?d be able to figure out which ones to take. John looked at me expectantly, waiting to see what I would do with the pills. All I could think was that if John wants me to take them, then they must be good for me. He only wants to take care of me. I smiled at John and downed the cup of pills, washing them down with the breakfast shake. He smiled back at me with a knowing look in his eyes, ?My pretty little Ally is such a good girl. She never wants to resist, does she?? His words just sent shivers down my spine as I finished the shake. I watched as John ate his breakfast, all while the sounds of Janice and Amy slurping on his penis came from under the table. John?s constitution was such a turn on, and the fact that he could last so long and fuck as often as he could only proved what a real man he was. I try to think back on the times that I had sex with Janice, but those memories seem to be lost in the fog of my mind. But given how my Janice called me a faggot, probably the only time I was able to fuck her was when I accidentally impregnated her with Amy. By the time I finished my thoughts, John finished his breakfast and looked down at the women servicing him. ?Alright ladies, I have to go to work so get ready for Daddy?s sauce.? I couldn?t resist, and since John wasn?t paying attention to me, I popped my head under the table to watch as they received John?s cum. They held their hands up below their chins and shouted in joy as John painted their faces with streak after streak of white-hot sperm. As I wished that I was lucky enough to join them, I heard a loud bang on the table and sat back up in my chair. John looked at me with an exasperated look on his face. ?I can see you won?t be satisfied with your breakfast shake, so I?ll give you something special to wash it down with.? As the girls continued to lick their hands and each other?s face, John stood up with his cock still out and walked toward me. With a stern voice he said, ?Now this is a special bonus just for you. But if you spill even a drop, I?ll never let you near my cock ever again.? I couldn?t tear my eyes away from his cock, and all I could do was eagerly nod my head as I reached for his member. I opened my mouth and slid is cock down my eager throat and felt him press against my face as his hands pushed down on the back of my head. I could feel him tense up as he said, ?Remember Ally, swallow every drop.? With that, I could feel a liquid begin to stream down my throat. As I tried to keep up with the stream by swallowing as fast as I could, some of it came back into my mouth and onto my tongue. I immediately knew that it wasn?t cum, but I eagerly drank it down anyway, clamping my lips around his gigantic shaft so that nothing could spill. I closed my eyes and I continued to swallow until I could feel the stream dying down. He held my head in place until his penis began to soften up and he was sure that I had finished every single drop of his precious liquid. When he was done and pushed away, I opened my eyes to see John, Janice and Amy laughing at me. John zipped up his fly and looked down at me, ?How does it feel being a toilet?? This made Janice and Amy laugh even more. Of course, I was drinking John?s piss! But it tasted just as good as his cum, and I was too busy enjoying it to realize it in my silly little head. I just smiled and said, ?It was delicious Master John.? John snorted at me, ?Little Ally is happy with anything I give her, isn?t she?? He walked away from the table and shouted back at me, ?Rinse your mouth out with mouthwash and come to the car. Don?t make me wait too long for you.? That was enough to get me to jump out of seat and run to the downstairs bathroom. I grabbed some mouthwash, started sloshing it around in my mouth, and ran out the front to catch John as he was opening the car door. I spat the mouthwash into the bushes and smiled at John, ?All clean Master John!?. I got in the car and eagerly anticipated my first day at my new job.