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"I must admit life is great, but then it has to be with a cock ten inches long, I have women falling at my feet to fuck them. I mean tell me any woman that doesn't drool at the sight of a huge cock! Well except for dykes of course, but I'm sure I could turn them straight with my dick! Take my latest bitch, Jenny, she can't get enough of my cock, even when I treat her mean she still keeps coming back for more. I ditched her to fuck a blond bitch I'd met in a bar the other day, boy was she mad! Then a few days later she is wanting me to come over and fuck her.....even got me to bring my dog! She also has a complete fag for a husband so no wonder she needs my cock. He was her maid but at the moment he is her sissy puppy....sick fuck! I got the feeling she was going to get my dog to fuck him, now that would have been some weird shit. I couldn't believe it when she showed the faggot to me. He was in some sort of rubber suit....so messed up. Still it meant she was keen for my dick. The only downside with Jenny was that she insisted on taking me to these sick gatherings, like this one, tons is sick fuckers dressed up as dogs! And her friend Margaret, now she is a snooty bitch. She looks at me like I am a piece of meat...and not one she wants to fuck. Pity since she has quite a good body for an old girl. So I grin and bear it and drink the free beer. There is an upside however, all Margaret's maids are pretty hot, and totally obedient to her. I think I'm going to get one alone and fuck her brains out" The chance to do so came not long after we arrived at the party. I saw Jenny heading off with her fag boy hubby on a lead. I scanned the crowd looking for a likely candidate to experience my cock. I was in luck I saw a maid heading for the house with an empty tray. I quickly caught up with her in the corridor "Hey babe how you doin" I smooched She jumped at my unexpected remark and then lowered her head blushing "How may I serve you sir" she simpered "Well I was hoping I could get someone to look after this" I said lewdly rubbing my rock hard cock through my jeans. She looked at my crotch and a smile played across her face, her tongue slipped out to lick her lips. She was hooked, of course she was she was a woman! She looked fertively up and down the corridor then pulled me into a side room. It appeared to be a utility room, with shelves and a wooden bench. No sooner had we got into the room than she was on her knees fishing my rock hard boner out. I gasped with pleasure as her hot mouth enveloped my cock "Shit bitch you are hungry for cock" I gasped "Mmmmmmmmmm" she groaned around my cock Then I gasped in surprise a second time as my cock slipped into her mouth and straight down her throat without a tear! "Shhhhhit" I shout I realise her ministrations are going to make me come in seconds but I do not care. I grab hands full of hair and slam my cock into her, bellowing my joy as I shoot straight down her throat. Gasping I pull my cock from her mouth and she slurps at it eagerly. I look down to see her licking her lips of the last of my cum. "Is that it?" She grinned impishly "Are you complaining about how quick I came!" I fume I am pleased to see the smile disappear and she lowers her gaze cowed. This stops my cock from softening and I grab her and throw her onto the bench. She yelps in pain but then submissively opens her legs raising her skirt. Her knickers are pink and frilly and boy is her pussy fat and swollen, probably at the thought of the fucking she is about to receive. I grab her panties and almost rip them from her body. It is then an eight inch semi hard cock flops between her legs, and I jump back in horror "WHAT THE FUCK!" I exclaim I catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye and try to turn...too late WHACK!.........blackness I wake up with an aching head, wondering where I am. It appears to be a prison cell. It consists of the cot I am sleeping on, a toilet and nothing else, the room is about ten foot by ten foot square. Oh shit no doubt I have been accused of raping that thing, my stomach churns at the thought of him sucking my cock. Even worse I had lusted after him and the other fag maids. No doubt that bitch Margaret has all fem boy maids. I stand and move to the bars "Hey, I want my phone call....a lawyer........and some pain killers!" I bellow Nothing happens and so I lay back down on the narrow bed and doze for a while. I wake later and realise it is late in the day. There is a small barred window way out of reach in one wall and I can see, barely, the last light of day. I hear a door open and then the click of heels. When the fag boy maid comes into view I realise I am not in prison....well not police prison. She is carrying a tray on which there is a burger and chips. Without a word she puts the tray on the floor and slides it through the bars into the cell. "What the fuck is going on" I demand She jumps back and reddens then scurries away. I look at the food distainfully. Although I am hungry there is no way I am eating food prepared by fag boys, anyway they may have put something in it. I shove the tray back out into the hall to avoid temptation and settle down to sleep. Sleep does not come easily as I can hear voices but cannot work out from where. I can hear something being said but cannot make it out. I had noticed it during the day but when I stood still and tried to listen it seemed to disappear. Now as I doze it seems to get louder, I even wake up because of it but it fades away. I finally manage to drift off some time during the night. The following morning I am given porridge but again I spurn it and shout at the fag boy delivering it. During the morning I realise something.........that maybe that is their plan. If I do not eat then I get weak, if I get weak then they will get power over me, and that is not going to happen. When lunch arrives, a sandwich, I wolf it down and quickly gulped down the water. It all seems to taste okay and I do not sense any strange feelings. I also realise that I have to keep my strength up so I do ten push up, ten sit ups and ten pull ups. I repeat this four times working up a sweat and rather strangely a raging hard on. Why not I think to myself and lay on the bed pleasuring myself, I dream of fucking hot blonds and brunettes in their pussies and asses finally shooting my load all over my hand. I wipe it clean on the corner of the sheet smirking to myself knowing that one of the sissy fag boys is going to have to clean up after me. Dinner comes and I wolf it down then settle down to sleep. Again I am disturbed by the constant voices, I only wish I could tell what is being said but I manage to sleep eventually. The following day is more of the same and the next. I wonder when I am going to be released, if I am going to be released! I also need fresh sheets after my constant wanking. The forth night this happens, I do know how but when I woke up the following day the sheets have been changed! Day six and a strange and most disturbing thing happened. I had just completed my exercise and pleasure session and had wiped my hand on the corner of the sheet. I mused to my self that the sissy fag boys would probably sniff and lick the sheets when they changed them, then a strange thought popped into my head "Mmmmmmm...lick......spunk"........ "WHAT THE FUCK" I immediately did twenty of everything and having worked up a raging hardon pleasured myself again, this time thinking of hot wet pussies.......and how I love to lick them "WHAT THE FUCK!" Licking pussy is for wimps I exercised myself and pleasured myself into an exhausted troubled sleep. Day seven saw me waking and finding myself sat against the wall. My ankles and wrists in fetters that were attached to the wall. Again I do not know how they did it without me waking! I stand and test my limited movement. There is no breakfast and by mid morning I am wondering nervously what is going to happen to me. One of the fem boys appears with a tray, but instead of pushing it into my cell he opens the door and stands inside head bowed meekly. I hear the click of high heels and Margaret comes into view an arrogant smile on her lips. She was the very vision of a dominatrix! Shiny leather corset that displayed her fantastic cleavage, black shockings and thigh high black leather boots. My cock hardened at the sight of her, not because of the Dom outfit of course more the fact she was showing plenty of flesh, then reality kicked in and my anger returned. "What the fuck do you think you are doing!...." I demand "When I get out of here I am going straight to the police...." "I am going to sue your fat bitch ass for everything you have!" "I demand you let me go!" She waited for me to finish my rant then spoke with a calm unnerving ease "You are in no position to demand, you will not be leaving here until I say so. And finally you prick, with the money at my disposal.....who is going to know where you are?" I was lost for words at her sinister declaration and the dilemma of my situation sunk in "Fifi" she stated The maid moved forward and on the tray I could now see two pills "You have a simple choice Marcus...." she leered "The blue pill is sugar just a declaration you want to leave. The red pill is a large dose of hormones. If you take it regularly it will give you large round tits, a big fuckable ass and shrink you proud cock to a tiny clit..." she smiled "Yes I normally like my sissy maids well hung, but in your case I have decided to make an exception....so what is it going to be Marcus....freedom or something else?" Fifi the maid moved closer with the tray so that I could make my choice. The choice was of course a no brainer. I reached out for the blue pill....but I did not pick it up. If I took the red pill....I could.....I snatched up the blue pill and chewed on it. It was indeed sweet with a bitter after taste. Margaret's eyebrows went up and she looked quizically at me "Interesting......stronger than I thought........" she frowned "Actually both pills were hormone pills, and if you think I am letting you go...think again" "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I bellowed as she left the cell her sissy fag boy in her wake. So it was back to the same regime, eat, exercise, play with myself and sleep. Sleep was the hardest as I could continually hear the voices I was sure it was intended to drive me insane. One thing did however concern me over the next few day. I kept on getting random...very faggy thoughts! "What does cum taste life?" "What would it feel like to pinch my nipples" "Pink is such a wonderful colour" I mean what the hell was I think, but that was the point I was not sure what I was thinking anymore. On day fourteen I found myself manacled to the wall again. In came the sissy fag boy followed by Margaret. "Well you know the score Marcus so what is it going to be" The sissy fag boy stepped forward and offered me the pills on the tray "Why should I bother I know they both contain hormones" I retorted "Ah, but do they? Maybe I changed my mind, maybe I have decided to let you go...." she smiled a knowing smile "Are you really going to pass up the chance to escape and return to your normal life" I must admit I was confused, she was right, she may be giving me the chance, but could I trust her. The other problem was that I was starting to want the red pill! If I took the red pill I could have a firm and bouncy pair of tits. I grabbed the blue pill and threw it into my mouth. It tasted sweet....and then the aftertaste hit me "SUCKER!" She smirked before waltzing out of the room. I cursed my stupidity as I drifted into unconsciousness. Another week passed and I tried to keep to my regime, but I did not seem to be able to do as many press ups, sit up and pull ups as before. Also more disconcerting was the fact that the faggy thoughts were becoming a regular occurance "What does a cock taste like?" "What colour lipstick suits me?" "Is my bum getting bigger?........I hope so" Day twenty one and a return visit by Mistress Margaret........wait Mistress?? She said nothing just had her sissy offer the tray with the pills on it. I knew I had no choice I would have to take the red pill eventually. However even though I tried to console myself with this thought I knew that was not the reason for taking the pill. I wanted to take the pill so that I could become.....something else. I realised that I was being given the two pills for this very reason, it was me that would be making the choice. I was not being forced, I galdly picked up the red pill and swallowed it, a beatific smile on face. This was mirrored by the sissy, Mistress Margaret simply smirked before leaving. So the psychology of choice continued to the next day. I woke up completely naked, but hung on the bars of the cell were two different outfits. The first consisted of neon pink pull up stockings, neon pink hot pants and a pink crop top with the word "pussy" picked out in shiny sequins and a kitty motif. The second was white stockings, black pleated skirt and a white blouse. The choice was made before my feet hit the floor. I scurried over to the pink outfit and gathered all the pieces. I pulled the stockings on realising that I needed a leg shave. I wiggled into the hot pants and gasped at their tight embrace, my cock was throbbing fit to burst. The crop top was the finishing touch and I only wished I had a mirror. Breakfast was served by a smiling sissy, alongside the porridge were two pills, without hesitation I swallowed down the red one. I spent the day in this new outfit, I even exercised in it consoling myself that it was just like gym kit. The play session that evening was so intense that I screamed out loud. The following day was another choice of outfits and again I chose the pink. The next day shoes were added, of course I should have chosen the simple flat shoes, I however chose the patent leather six inch high heels. I spent that day tottering around and to my shame found by the end of the day that I could mince quite well. A few days later I was shocked to wake to no outfit just a choice of two different corsets. Of course I chose the pink satin number, I put it on only wishing I could get it tighter. I slept in it that night and when I woke the next day found that it had been tightened three or four inches, so much so I could hardly breath. The little pink outfit provided that day fitted perfectly. I realised that my breasts were really coming on now, about the size of an adolescent girls, my hips and bum was also swelling pleasingly. In fact I had also started to noticed more subtle changes as well. My body hair had gone, my voice was a few octaves higher and my walk was definitely more sexy. That night I passed on press ups and sits up but was still Horny as hell. I slipped my five inch cock from my panties, yes I was down to five inches but did not seem to mind, I now had other charms besides my cock. As I was stroking it to life a sissy appeared "Do you want to pleasure yourself or would you like me to do it?" she cooed Again the choices, it was me that would be asking a sissy to suck my cock, knowing full well what she was "Yes..........please" I croaked There was a click and the door opened allowing her to slip inside. The dominant male in me saw the chance to escape but I could not bring myself to do it, I simply watched her move to the bed and kneel. She took my cock in her hand and I gasped, but when her hot mouth enveloped the head of my cock I sighed. She then sucked the whole length into her mouth, sucked once, twice, three times and I shot my spunk into the top of her mouth. Without pause she swallowed everything, sucking the last few drops out as my limp cock slipped from her lips. She stood, kissed me on the lips and left, I slipped into a peaceful sleep. So dressing, and sissy cock sucking became a part of my regime. I even realised that the voices I had heard when I first arrived were no longer quite, in fact I found myself mouthing the words as I listened to them. "I am a sissy cock sucker" "I am an obedient sissy" "I love cock in my sissy pussy" "I am the inferior sex, a sissy" "Mistress Margaret is my life" And so on all day and all night. Then one day I found my cell door open, on the bars was a pink satin maids outfit along with shoes. I dressed excitement...anticipation making me shiver. No sooner had I dressed than Mistress Margaret arrived. "Time to start your real training" she winked She showed what she had in her hand. It was a pink collar with the name "Marcella" picked out in diamonds. I knelt bowing my head and allowed her to collar me. I heard the lock click into place and I sighed, finally I had become what I truly was.... I brushed down my apron ensuring that it was straight. It was so good to be back in uniform. I had really enjoyed my time as sissy puppy Fifi but being Mistress Jenny's maid was my true calling. I was however sad about one thing.....or was it glad, I was not sure. The fact that I had not been taken by butch. It would have been extremely humiliating to have done so but then that is what I love. The humiliation would have also been extremely pleasureable as well! Butch had become our pet since the disappearance of Marcus and Mistress Jenny used the threat of breading me with him whenever she felt vindictive. Now Consueala would be returning to Mistress Margaret I would be getting back my maid position. It was good thing really because Consuela had become quite arrogant, she had even disobeyed Mistress Penny on a number of occasions. Mistress Margaret was coming today to deliver a new maid, I wondered what she would be like, and I licked my lips at how big her cock would be, Mistress Margaret liked them well hung. The door bell rang so I scurried downstairs to answer it. I opened it to Mistress Margaret and nearly forgot to curtsey respectfully when I caught sight of the new maid.....it was Marcus.....or should I say Marcella as her slave collar said. Mistress smirked at the shock on my face "This is Marcella the new maid, she is to work under you" she winked heading off to the living room "And bring us some wine" she ordered Still in shock I headed for the kitchen with Marcella following meekly. I got a bottle of wine and after uncorking it, left it to breath. Whilst we waited I got a good look at her "Raise your dress" I commanded testing my control She complied without hesitation, I gasped because I was expecting to see his big cock nestled in a pair of pretty panties, instead all I could see was a little bump. I had her pull down her panties down, which she did blushing profusely. Yes instead of a ten inch cock she now only had about half an inch and that was hard! It was also locked inside a pretty pink chastity device. Oh how the mighty have fallen I thought to myself as I had her pull up her panties and lower her dress. I had her carry the drinks tray into the living room with the intension of pouring the drinks, however my ulterior motive was to see Mistress Jenny's face when she saw Marcella! I proceeded Marcella into the living room and was not disappointed by Mistress Jenny's reaction, she jumped up "Is that....no it isn't.....yes it is.....MARCUS!" she burst into hysterics much to Marcella's embarrassment. She moved around Marcella then ordered her to lift her skirt and then burst into hysterics again, Marcella was then ordered to lower her panties. She was now completely red and shaking with embarrassment "Wow her cock is tiny.....and awwww it's hard inside its little cage" she cooed Marcella sniffed close to tears at these humiliating comments but stood completely still "I see what you mean about making your new maids tiny......its more like a clit" she exclaimed to Mistress Margaret. "Yes I know, and it seems to give them a better attitude. Take consuela here..." She nodded at Consuela who I noticed was stood meekly in the corner, not looking as arrogant now. "Just because she has a big cock she gets ideas above her station, well when she gets home she will be straight on the new course of hormones. See what she's like with her new clit" I heard Consuela gasp, but to be honest I did not feel sorry for her. Mistress Jenny returned to her seat leaving Marcella embarrassingly with her knickers round her knees "Margaret will be staying for dinner, take Marcella....." she smirked "And go and prepare it" she ordered "Wait!" commanded Mistress Margaret she threw her car keys to me "Take Consuela to my car and lock her in the boot" she ordered She laughed at the shocked expression on my face. I headed for the car and Consuela meekly followed. She looked daggers at me as I opened the boot with a smile so I slammed the boot extra hard in spite after she had climbed in. I returned to the living room and picked up Marcella who was in tears, it seems Mistress Margaret was telling her all about Marcella's capture and training. We prepared dinner together or more precisely I had her do all the grunt work whilst I supervised. We served the meal then after a few more drinks Mistress Margaret left, I noticed it was quite late and realised Consuela had been in the boot for quite a few hours! Later having just finished cleaning the kitchen Mistress entered "So Davina, now that you have a maid below you it is time to give you this..." She removed a chain from around her neck and I realised it was the key to my chastity device. "Now don't get ideas above your station. It stays on whenever you are in my prescence, you may however remove it at other times" she winked at me My eyes grew round as I realised what this meant. With a laugh she turned and left "Make me some hot chocolate" she ordered I prepared it and served it to her in bed, I then returned excited to the kitchen "Come with me " I ordered Marcella I showed her to her own room and saw the look of surprise when I then ordered her to follow me to mine. Once there I had her strip to her lingerie. It was the first time I had really had chance to see her body. She had all the round curves of a woman. Thick hips, curving in around the stomach and then out to meet her round and bouncy tits. Her figure was held in check by a tight corset. I ordered her to help me undress and down to my own lingerie I lounged into the chair beside my bed. My cock was throbbing fit to burst at the power I had over this once arrogant male......now my bitch! So with fumbling hands I removed the chastity device, sighing with pleasure as it grew to my rock hard five inches. "Suck it!" I growled Without question she went to her knees before me. I looked down at her and could see the look in her eyes. She did not want to do this, somewhere deep inside Marcus was struggling to accept it. But she could not fight her conditioning and as my cock touched her lips the look in her eyes changed to one of pleasure. I gasped my pleasure at the same time as she licked my cock head. She then engulfed the whole of my cock, I had not been out of chastity in over a month so it was not long before I was flooding her mouth with my copious sissy juices gasping in pleasure so as not to disturb Mistress. Marcella swallowed everything licking her lips and then sucking out the final drops causing my cock to stay hard. I was horny and pepped up on domination, I ordered her onto the bed on all fours "I am going to fuck you like the bitch you are" I growled I then sank my still hard cock into her sissy pussy. She took it with a sigh and was soon thrusting back into my strokes. The fuck was long and slow and I revelled in the pleasure of both the fuck and the domination. I had her flip onto her back so that I could see her face as I I filled her sissy pussy with my juices. On her back I thrust my cock back into her and she closed her eyes in pleasure "No bitch....look into my eyes, I want to see your eyes as I fill you with my seed and make you my bitch!" I spat at her high on domination and loving it. I saw the look return but knew there was nothing she could do. So did she as a red blush infused her face. Then she wiggled her hips and thrust her pussy onto my cock. I came a few seconds later and noticed as I did that she was also in the throws of climax, I grinned a dominant grin, she blushed demurely. Sated I collapsed on the bed beside her. She without being asked moved between my legs and cleaned my sex slimed cock. "Leave me" I ordered when she had finished So life for me changed dramatically. I had the pleasure of serving and worshipping Mistress whilst at the same time having my own slave to serve me, it was bliss! A few months later I was sitting at the kitchen table having eaten Sunday lunch prepared by Marcella. Mistress was away for the weekend with her latest lover. Marcella was scrubbing the kitchen floor and I was contemplating whether or not I was going to fuck her sissy pussy whilst she was doing so when I noticed a bottle collecting dust on one of the kitchen shelves. I stood and took it down, when I saw what it was a wicked grin creased my lips "Marcella, follow me" I ordered "Yes Mistress" she simpered A thrill went through me, I was never going to get tired of being call Mistress! I led her to my room where I opened my closet. Finding what I wanted I threw the pile of rubber onto the bed. Marcella looked at the pile with a confused expression. I however was slipping out of my dress, the aroma of rubber having got me extremely horny. Since Mistress was not home my cock was free and I had a raging hard on. Dropping into my chair I pointed at it, Marcella needing no instructions got between my legs. The blow job was long and sensual and I screamed my climax to the house. Satiated I got to work sorting out the rubber dog suit. "Strip" I ordered A short while later I had a sissy puppy sat at my feet and I smiled to myself. The only thing she was missing was a tail but there was a reason for that "For the rest of the day you are going to be sissy puppy....Mini" I smirked "Yes Mistress" "No, no, sissy puppies do not talk, they bark and they do not walk on two feet, but on all fours, understood?" "Woof.....woof" Again I could see the brief look in her eyes, I wondered what she was thinking, was Marcus in there screaming to get out.....oh I did hope so I attached the lead to her collar then led her through the house and out into the garden. As we moved to the kennel where Butch was waiting I felt resistance on the lead. Looking back I could see genuine fear in her eyes. My cock sprang to life and it took all my willpower not to fuck her on the lawn. Butch was pleased to see me but then I was the one that fed and walked him. I had Mini sit by the gate and then I opened the bottle I had found and smeared some of its contents on my fingers. I then waved them under Butch's nose and was pleased at the reaction, he got very excited and started running backwards and forwards along the fence. I looked at Mini and could see she was shivering, straining against her indoctrination not to run. I smiled a wicked smile, oh this was going to be sweet revenge I thought. I made a great show of mixing the contents of the bottle with a jar of lubricant. "This is going to be yours and Butch's special lubricant" I smirked The look of fear this brought was exquisite and my cock throbbed fit to burst, when she was done I was definitely going to get her to suck my cock! I moved behind her and ordered her up on all fours. She resisted at first but a slap to her bottom got her moving. I liberally coated two fingers with the "special" lubricant and slid them into her sissy pussy. She gasped and despite her fear wiggled her cute bottom onto my fingers. Once she was prepared I opened the gate and pushed her inside with Butch. He immediately moved to her sniffing with great relish her sissy pussy. She in answer backed up against the gate. He growled his displeasure "Now, now Mini....don't be coy....I think your new boyfriend wants to play" I laughed Butch however took matters into his own paws and nipped her on the shoulder, she squeeled and moved away from the gate. Butch took his chance and mounted her, unfortunately he slid straight off. He tried a few more time to no avail and I heard Mini sigh with relief. I thought, not a chance she was not getting away that easy. Donning a pair of rubber gloves I entered the kennel. When he next mounted her I knelt and guided his cock into her sissy pussy, she squealed her displeasure. I saw the larger knot press against her pussy but not go in. So I stood stepped behind the mating pair and gave him a shove. The squeal from Mini told me he was completely inside her. He then proceeded to fuck her for fifteen minutes before slowing. I realised that he would not be able to uncouple until his knot shrank so I left them to their pleasure, getting myself a glass of wine. Two hours later and surprisingly after two more fucks he popped free leaving a trail of doggy juice down her leg. He went and sprawled out in his kennel having exhausted himself, she just stood there shivering. I should have felt sorry for her but I had watched her hump back during the second and third fuck....the little bitch loved it! I was just about to take her from the kennel when Mistress Jenny stepped out into the garden. I gulped and did a very low curtsey "Your home early Mistress" I simpered She ignored me and looked into the kennel a wicked smile on her lips. Mini had come to the fence and was looking at her with a little lost puppy look on her face. I could have strangled her! Mistress turned to me and winked "Looks like she has found a new vocation....." she winked I was pleased to see the shocked look on Mini's face and I only just suppressed a snigger "I am looking forward to watching the video...." she said pointing at the security camera "Who knows maybe we can make her an internet star" she smirked heading for the house "Let's let the lovers have some time together......come and fix me some dinner" she ordered I minced after her a smug grin on my face. ************************************************************************ That puts that story to bed, before anyone says otherwise. Once again I would like to say thank you to all those who have commented on my work, it is much appreciated and in this case inspiring