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I was hard as a rock when the Alarm went off so I lay there for a while
absently stroking myself and contemplating the coming day. I glanced up
at the maid's uniform hanging on the wardrobe door and knew I would be
wearing that today. My pulse raced as I rushed to catch my cream in a
tissue but some still ended up on my nighty. I lay back replete wanting
to stay and ride out the afterglow but knew I had to dress and make a
full-English breakfast.
I told myself that I did not have to get up and make her breakfast, I was
only obliged to work one day a week but did not want to make waves with
my Landlady/Employer and anyway she said she would pay me for any extra
work I did. I slipped out of bed and into the shower then after applying
my make-up I put on my uniform and went down to the kitchen.
As I entered the kitchen I had a very powerful feeling of d?j? vu. I had
not been in that kitchen for many years but I knew where everything was
and soon had a full-English breakfast and a hot steaming pot of tea on
its way up to the maid's room. I knocked and she permitted me to enter. I
had found a bed tray in the kitchen so I set it up with her breakfast on
it and stood back.
"The breakfast looks delicious Sussette but you have made a few mistakes
in etiquette. You should have curtsied when you entered the room walked
daintily to my bedside curtsied and awaited instruction."
I quickly curtsied saying, "Sorry Mistress!" then curtsied again saying,
"Thank you Mistress."
"It is early days yet, you will learn, we have plenty of time but don't
take too long if you don't want to end up as a Milker."
I stood at attention, the firm corset and five inch heels pushing me into
an unnatural but provocative posture till she finished her breakfast and
released me to go about my duties.
"There is a list of chores on the kitchen table, you are free to do them
in whatever order you like but I want them all completed by six o'clock,
we have guests tonight. When the doorbell rings at eight thirty let the
slaves in and set them to work, don't take any nonsense, Robert will be
in at ten to help organise things." She instructed as she slide her
perfect legs into a pair of high heeled marabou slippers and rose like
Aphrodite from the surf. The shimmering silk sheets slid off her flawless
body and my heart stopped still as she rippled across the floor towards
me. She took my arm and embraced me. I hunkered down as she pulled me to
her breast, trying to keep the tray straight.
"We are going to have such fun, you and me. You will be a great asset to
the business and you will have your dream come true."
I smiled at the prospect knowing that it was no longer just a fantasy but
my most essential nightmare come true. The doorbell rang and I after
curtsying to my Mistress scurried downstairs to answer the door, it was
only when I got there that I remembered what I was wearing. I checked
myself in the mirror, put the chain on and opened the door a crack.
"Let us in you dumb bitch!" was barked at me by a tall lean guy in a
frock.
No sooner than I had unlatched the chain than the door was pushed open
and I was squashed against the wall. A dozen men of various sizes and
persuasion rushed in and closed the door behind them.
"It is good to get off the street. What kept you girl?" demanded the tall
guy in the frock.
"Sorry! I was upstairs on the top floor serving Mistress her breakfast.
"So you are Mistresses new maid. Sorry I didn't realise."
I ushered them into the kitchen and made tea, the tall guy in the frock
wanted coffee but I told him it was a very unladylike drink and that she
should learn to be more refined. I could barley conceal my amusement when
she thanked me and said she would try to be more like me in the future.
I found the list my Mistress had left and sat down to read it over a cup
of tea. It was very precise and comprehensive. We had to give the whole
house a thorough clean, tidy up the front and back lawns and prepare to
receive guests at seven thirty for a house warming party. As I sat there
dipping my soldiers in my eggi, trying to think of the best way to go
about the day, I realised that there were twelve men standing there
watching me, waiting for instruction.
"Go and start on the cellar," I told them. "There are cleaning materials
in the box by the door and Robert will be here at ten with the heavy
equipment. I finished my breakfast in peace and just as I was going to
see how they were doing in the cellar there was another knock at the
door. Without a thought I opened the door to be faced by a young delivery
man. I gasped in surprise and blushed standing there in my maid's
uniform. He smiled pleasantly and said that he had a delivery for me and
gave me wink at his innuendo. I said that I would have to check. I rushed
upstairs, aware that all the time he was looking up my skirt. I met my
Mistress on the first floor and she told me they were too soon, gave me a
hundred pound note and told me to tell them to come back this afternoon.
I scurried back downstairs, his eyes on my legs all the way. I gave him
the hundred and told him to come back this afternoon as my Mistress had
instructed but he held on to my hand saying,
"There is no need for the money sweetheart, a blowjob from you would be
much more appreciated."
I looked at him and thought of the hundred pounds in my sweaty little
hand. I would need some money to escape if I don't like what my Mistress
has planned and she wouldn't have to know about this hundred.
"Just a blowjob?" I tested.
"Yep just a blowjob." He smiled.
I took him into my old room, now the reception room and went down on my
knees in front of him, undid his flies and took out his cock. I had never
done this before but it seemed like an easy hundred pounds and I needed
the money. I gulped and opened my mouth, I licked the end, it was strong
tasting and pungent so I rinsed it with my saliva then took it into my
mouth. This won't take long I thought as I felt him shudder and harden
even more and I wasn't wrong. I swallowed his cum not knowing what else
to do with it, put his cock away and said see you this afternoon.
"But what about my mate?"
"You didn't say anything about your mate!" I insisted.
"You didn't ask! He has to get his tip too, I'll just get him."
He rushed off to get his mate and I went to rinse my mouth but I couldn't
get rid of the taste. I returned to find an older man maybe in his early
fifties waiting with the delivery boy. He smiled at me and said, "This is
very kind of you miss. Thank you very much."
I knelt down in front of this nice man and took his cock in my hand and
caressed it then just as I was taking it into my mouth my Mistress came
into the room.
"Ah there you are Sussette! You clever girl, saving me money by giving
the delivery men blowjobs as a tip. That is a very good idea do that in
future with all the delivery men we can save so much money." She smiled
at me as she bent over and took the hundred Pound note that I was holding
in my hand as an incentive to commit this demeaning act. I now had to
give a blowjob to all the delivery men and I needed that hundred more
than ever.
She left with her spoils and I finished him off in time to hear the door
again and find Robert there with more men and professional cleaning
equipment. Robert and his guys seemed to know what they were doing so I
went down the cellar past the tall guy in the frock who was carrying
rubbish up to a Skip that had magically appeared outside and was
impressed with their progress. Two guys were washing the walls by hand
and I liked the effect so I put two more on the job and two on washing
the floor and took the other six upstairs to work on the garden. As we
exited through the French doors into the garden I could see a cloud of
grass around a sit-on mower that was making short work of the back lawn.
The edges were being trimmed as large palms in pots were being placed on
the power washed patio and tables and chairs sat waiting to be put in
place on the immaculate lawn.
We weren't needed in the garden so I told the slaves to put the tables
and chairs out and went to see what was happening in the rest of the
house. I found a man scrubbing the floors with a huge mechanical scrubber
and asked him if he could do the cellar floor. He said he couldn't get it
down the stairs but I remembered a coal Hole and we lowered it down
there. The morning was a whirlwind of activity but by lunch it was all
clean and the furniture started to arrive.
I took my girls as I like to think of my team as into the kitchen for
lunch knowing that the place was clean and we needed a break. I had lot's
of bread, cold meats and cheese in the fridge so I made up an anti Pasto
and brewed up some tea. As we sat enjoying the break the girls got
talking, they told me how lucky I was to be chosen to be their Mistresses
personal maid.
I explained that I was just doing one day a week but they said that even
just being a live-in maid would be beyond their wildest dreams. One of
them asked me when I had met the Mistress and I said that I had just met
her yesterday. They all laughed and said that the Mistress was very into
Astrology and that she had probably met me on an auspicious day or the
Tarot had predicted me. I said that I was interested in the Tarot and
they all laughed saying I was perfect, soon she would have me dressed as
Gypsy Rose Lee working in a fortune-tellers tent at kinky parties.
My cock stirred beneath my apron and I changed the subject. I started to
ask them about there kinks, hoping one might like doing blowjobs as there
was a lot of deliveries and a couple of guys were already waiting for
their tip. I found one girl who loved giving blowjobs and sent her off to
take care of the two drivers in the dungeon. We heard a couple of shrieks
but we couldn't decide if they were of delight or terror but they stopped
so we finished our lunch and cleaned up.
"We will have to keep the volume down tonight until we get our sound
proofing put in," instructed my Mistress as she entered the kitchen
followed by a plethora of caterers and fabulous food.
"And why aren't you downstairs dealing with those drivers yourself
Sussette? Full marks for initiative but I am still going to have to give
you one demerit for disobeying my explicit instructions and I expect you
to blow the next two.
"Come on now girls candles out!" she ordered then put here finger in her
mouth and made the most elegantly provocative pop and laughed.
"Get your knickers on and go upstairs. Robert is there and he will tell
you what to do. Sussette stay here with me."
The girls left and Mistress introduced me to the caterer telling her that
I was in charge tonight and to talk to me if she had any problems.
I was flattered and worried, flattered that she thought so much of me and
worried that I couldn't live up to her expectations. I discussed the menu
with the chef and it all seemed to be under control all I had to do was
supply the waitresses. I rushed up stairs to find the girls and met
Robert in the hallway. He told me that the girls all had formal party
uniforms in the rooms on the first floor and that mine was hanging on my
wardrobe. He told me that the girls knew what to do as they had done many
parties before. He suggested that I might as well go and start getting
ready for this evening after checking with Mistress to see if she has
anything she wants me to do so I went off to check the garden.
I always like being in the garden, it is very relaxing. The night was
fresh but not cold as a soft breeze blew across my naked shoulders and
rustled the tassels of the umbrellas on the lawn.
"Peaceful isn't it?" whispered my Mistress in my ear as I stood there
dreaming of a perfect summer's day when my friends and I had gathered
round that pond and drunk my home-made wine.
"Oh happy days," I said wistfully to myself before coming round to the
fact that my Mistress was right behind me fondling my breasts through the
silk of my dress and rubbing her perfect breasts against my back.
"I like this romantic side of you Sussette and I hear you are interested
in the Tarot?"
I went to turn and hug but she gripped my nipples and guided me back to
where I was with her at my back.
"You like tits don't you Sussette? You would like a big pair wouldn't you
Sussette? You have always wanted tits and would give anything to be a
woman, wouldn't you Sussette? What would it be worth if I made it
possible for you to give yourself tits, real genuine flesh ones all to of
your own."
The thought stirred my loins as a cold breeze chilled me momentarily. I
couldn't speak, I wasn't sure of the question. If it was, did I want
tits, the answer was yes with all my heart but I could not admit it to
this perfect specimen of womanhood. What could I ever hope to be, at best
a parody of femininity, an embarrassment to a beautiful woman like her. I
felt sad and hung my head in despair and she sensed it so she came round
to the front and pushed me gently against the wall. She took my breasts
back in hand and kissed me deeply. I was ready to swoon with pleasure
when she pulled away and said, "I know, the equipment is being set-up
right now and you could be the first to try it out. Don't worry there
will be trained technicians here to help, nothing can go wrong. You would
like that wouldn't you Sussette, you could have tits ready for tonight.
Start as you mean to continue."
"So soon?" I blurted out in shock.
"Time to show some commitment Sussette!" she demanded as she slipped one
of her hands down to my cock and started rubbing it through the silk. As
she manipulated my nipple I shuddered wishing they were larger then
ejaculated down my inside leg, soaking my dress.
"Quick lick it off, so it won't stain."
I stared blankly at her, still in afterglow land.
"Saliva is the best thing for stopping cum stains on silk, so lick it off
and make sure you get it nice and wet.
"And you can have the cum on your leg, I know how much you love cum now.
I'll get the papers and we can get that over and done with," she informed
me as she went out to the car.
I cleaned up as best I could, strangely enjoying the taste. I was licking
my lips when she returned with the papers and sat me down at the table.
She stood behind me and laid out the papers saying that where I had to
sign or initial was marked then started to massage my breasts again. I
would have purred if I were a cat but as Robert entered I suddenly felt
like the mouse. She began to massage my breasts more vigorously saying;
"Robert has to be here as a witness, don't worry about him he is just a
slave."
I began to relax again, her hands slipping from my breasts to my
shoulders guiding me to the table. She put a pen in my hand and kissed me
as Robert started to make a video of me signing.
I looked at the pen and I looked at her, how could I refuse her anything?
I felt that chill again but started to sign, staring constantly in to her
loving eyes. It was only for six months and she seemed nice. I had to do
this.
She smiled and took the papers handing the brief case to Robert and
telling him to file them appropriately. Then when he had gone she stood
me up and started to embrace me. She told me to stand perfectly still
while she felt my body. Her hands ran all over me, exciting places I
didn't know existed and lingering on my favourite spots but not for long
enough, I shuddered with overwhelming passion but could not react. I was
a piece of clay she was moulding.
"Ok come with me," she told me and I followed her down to the dungeon.
When we got there, there was a hive of activity as men bustled around
setting up dungeon furniture. She headed straight for a steel structure
with lots of electronic equipment attached to it. Talking to the
technicians she discovered it was ready to be taken for a test run and
offered me as the subject.
They checked me over and said I would be fine then lead me over to the
steel structure. It was like two large steel 'Y' shape rising out of a
big steel base with a padded leather bar running across the top. Leather
straps hung down from the sides, it all looked very strong and
foreboding. They led me on to the platform, stripped me and told me to
bend over the bar. As I did the leather belts hanging down the side of
the contraption where fastened across my waist and another one was
attached across my back from the other Y which came just across my
shoulders. With a couple of minor adjustments to the height of the frames
they declared me ready so she said she could handle it from here and they
left.
My Mistress wiped some gel in a big circle round my tits and applied two
large clear plastic breast shaped cups like a bra then clipped a tube to
the end of each with a hiss and a snap. I felt my breasts being pulled
into the cups and saw them swell and swell till they half filled the cups
and started to feel very uncomfortable. There was a loud click and I felt
a tingle all round the base of the cups.
"I am going to leave you for a while, if the cups become too
uncomfortable just press this button and it will relieve the pressure."
I pressed the button and it seemed to release the pressure and reduce the
discomfort.
"Don't press it too often, you don't want udders," she remarked as she
walked laughing out the door.
I screamed into my gag as I felt the pressure grow again. It wasn't
actually painful to start with but as the pressure built it became more
and more uncomfortable. It was like desperately needing to go to the
toilet and pressing the button was the only way to relieve the tension.
The cups suddenly clicked and I felt pain all round the cup edge, like
little needles sticking in me. I reflexively touched the button and the
pressure was gone but as I looked down I noticed that my breasts now
filled three quarters of the cup and where swelling again.
I was determined not to press the button again knowing that somehow, each
time I did, my breasts got bigger but the pressure kept building. Soon my
tits had filled the cups and where turning blue, the pressure was
unbearable and I was sure I was damaging my tits so I pressed the button
again feeling my tits swell and fill the cups, knowing there was no way
back. I lay there staring at the cups with my tits firmly imprisoned till
she returned.
"Well done you have given yourself a nice C cup to start with very wise."
She unsnapped the pipes and removed the cups, my tits dropped like two
used condoms.
"We need to get a bra on you before they reach your knees," she joked
putting a bullet bra around my chest.
My tits now stood out like two torpedoes.
"The Gel you have injected into your chest is a growth stimulant and as
it dissipates in to your system new flesh will develop to take its place.
In a month or two these breasts will be all you. Now we don't want you
being too top heavy so I can do some balancing up with you hips if you
like. I know how much you love that hour-glass shape," she mumbled as she
started to make little injections all over my hips and buttocks.
I shrieked when she started so she gagged me with a big red rubber ball
gag. This is for your own protection she told me as she slipped a plastic
cage over my cock and locked it on to a ring behind my balls. I pulled at
my restraints futilely and tried to complain through my gag but soon gave
up. I felt her pulling a pair of shorts up my legs and thought these must
be to mould my hips but was surprised when I felt something hard pressing
against my rosebud. At a stretch she managed to push the dildo home as
she snuggled the shorts into place. I was thankful for my chastity device
as had it not given me some support my balls would have been crushed. I
wiggled my hips and tried to settle in to this new prison as she tight
laced a strong corset around my body, attached stockings to the garters
and locked six inch stiletto heeled boots to my feet.
My emotions were conflicted, I was at the same time excited by what was
happening to me and terrified. My vulnerability and lack off control sent
such a strong wave off acceptance and bliss through my body that I could
feel my identity being washed away and it scared me. I told myself I had
no choice, knowing that I was getting exactly what I had asked for. My
darkest fantasies and dreams were out there for anybody to read and this
was one of them. If this was to follow the pattern I will now be
reprogrammed to be a maid and pimped out to pay for my surgery or put up
for Auction if I don't amuse.
Ping and another strand of the rope anchoring my sanity went, soon I
would be adrift in her world. As I stared aghast at myself in the mirror
she slipped a hand inside my bra, took hold of a nipple and started
rolling it between her fingers like a fine cigar. A shudder went through
my body at her first touch and I went weak at the knees. I would have
crashed to the floor in those heels if she had not caught me and cradled
me in her embrace. She nestled me to her bosom as I recovered my
composure but kept me on the edge by continuing to play with my nipple.
I needed to concentrate and her nipple manipulation did not help. I
needed to look at myself in the mirror and see what she had done to me. I
could not reconcile what I saw at first, my head was just me in make-up
but from the neck down I saw all woman. As I examined myself in the
mirror I saw a body encased in a rigid corset forming a perfect hour
glass figure. My breasts thrust forward arrogantly and in those sky-
scraper heels my legs went on forever. I didn't know whether to laugh or
cry but the face in the mirror had a satisfied grin. I wiggled my hips
and the body in the mirror followed me.
"But what about my face?" I said to no one in particular whilst doing a
little shimmy and striking a provocative pose. I was enjoying this, I
could tell by the smile sneaking past my dumbfounded expression.
"All in good time dear." She laughed.
I was entranced by my own reflection and put on the dress she handed me
without breaking my concentration. She tied a frilly apron around my
waist and a cap to my head and stood back.
"Well curtsy and say thank you to your Mistress," she instructed.
I daintily took the flared hem of my dress and curtsied to myself in the
mirror then when I was about to speak she said, "Curtsy to me not
yourself you narcissistic bitch and speak with a soft French accent." She
looked at me expectantly and said in a saucy tone with a little wink, "Ne
c'est pas?"
I tore myself away from my self adoration and faced her. I very carefully
curtsied and said, "Thank you Mistress for making my body so beautiful,
when will you alter my face to match?"
"Not bad but it is very presumptuous of you to assume that I will alter
your face. Your breasts are that size because you injected growth serum
into them and you wanted your hips to balance them, I was only helping
and you have to wear a corset to mould your body while the tissue grows
so none of it was down to me.. How you look largely depends on you and
how well you adapt to your new identity. You could be a Milker or a Whore
it just depends where your aptitudes lie."
"But I thought I was going to be a maid?" I begged.
"Oh, some very talented slaves are allowed to attend the Academy in
Thailand but they have to work in the bars and Whore houses in the
evening to pay for the course and even then less than half pass. You are
much more likely to become a Whore maybe going all the way."
"I don't want to be a Whore!" I screamed.
"Then you will have to work hard and be a very good girl." She declared,
finishing the conversation then attaching a lead to my chastity device
and leading me from the room.
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