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When we arrived in the reception room the other maids were already dressed and standing in line with Robert dressed as a butler standing in the middle "Well take your place in line Sussette," she instructed and I joined the line on the end. "No no! In the middle next to Robert the butler. You are the housekeeper and you run the household with Robert, you take pride of place in the middle." I looked at Robert and he stepped aside causing a ripple to run down one side of the line. I went round the back and stepped into place, I felt good being in the centre. She pulled out a camera and said, "The first picture of my new team in my new house, this is a memorable moment." She asked one of the workmen to take a picture and came round behind me and Robert put her head in between ours with an arm round each of us and smiled a really happy smile just as the camera flashed. I was staring at her longingly with my own secret smile but Robert looked straight ahead untouched. She clapped her hands and said, "Now girls off to your posts, Sussette you stay with me." The girls scurried off with a froth of lace and girly giggles and I stayed with my Mistress. "Now Sussette," she purred as she ran her hand across my back and intoxicated me with her perfume. "We must talk about your role tonight." I stared into her eyes and was lost. "As tonight is your debutant ball, I won't have you on serving food and drinks all night, only for the initial rush then you can peel off and take on your primary role for the evening as the new Slut. You will get to know everybody here tonight quite intimately. You are to do whatever asked of you baring anal sex till after I deflower you. Then it will be paying customers only. You need to get their interest in the first part, make them want to enter your garden of delights because you need all the money you can get to pay for your transformation." I stood there accepting as inevitable everything she said as she made waves of bliss radiate out from my tits. "Now go to the kitchen and see what you can do to help. Watch how things are done and note any improvements you can think of. Remember change into the outfit that you will find on the front of your wardrobe after about eight thirty and come back down. I will send one of the girls to tend to you. You will meet nearly all the regular crowd tonight, some are very important clients so be on your best behaviour or else start learning to Moo," she laughed, patting my bottom and pushing me towards the door. "Will I have to wear these very high heels all night? I can't walk with grace in them," I begged. "You will have to get used to them eventually but for tonight you can put on fives when you change. I can't have my housekeeper looking ungainly." I practically skipped to the kitchen in glee despite my ridiculous heels. At seven thirty I rushed to the door just in time to welcome the first guests. The majority arrived on time and soon I had a hallway full of coats and frustrated people waiting for drinks. I received some stern looks from a couple of the Mistresses in an otherwise friendly crowd. Ushered everybody into the Reception Room and sent the girls in after them. I made a mental note to have trays prepared next time. Most of the ladies drank Champagne perhaps next time I could start them off with a Champagne cocktail. Things were running smoothly after the initial rush so that at eight thirty I peeled off and went to change. There were two guests already in my room dressing but after I gave each of them a blowjob, they left me alone to change. I stared aghast at the dress on the wardrobe after they were gone. It was a latex frivolity covered in latex frills cut out to look like lace. It was mainly luminous neon yellow with metallic fuchsia trim and I could see that the short skirt would billow out like froth round the top of my legs but cover little. I went to have another shower and douche and when I returned one of the maids was waiting to dress me. I slipped my peignoir from my shoulders and stood there in all my glory, I was still in awe of my new body. She started to rub lube all over my torso then slipped my tits into a latex bra and my derri?re into another pair of latex shorts, this time with a hole where the dildo had been. She laced me into a steel-boned latex corset and sat me down at the dressing table, I thought my sides would split as my bum hit the seat. She pulled a smock over me and started to do my make-up with neon yellow lipstick and eyeshadow, the look was very theatrical slutty. I looked out at the world from under very long heavily mascaraed eyelids and smiled at my reflection. She pulled the dress over my head and it fitted like a glove. She put stay-up stockings on my legs and locked five inch heeled boots on my feet then helped me to stand. The five inch heels felt like slippers after the sixes so I did a little swirl and smiled at the girl in the mirror. She put a little frilly latex collar round my neck and attached a lead to it. The collar must have been reinforced with carbon fibre because it felt quite firm. She led me back to the party and presented me to my Mistress. "Very pretty Sussette," complimented my Mistress. "Now go out there and mingle, drum up some trade. Remember everything they tell you to do barring anal but you want to leave them wanting more." I shuddered at the thought of selling myself but would do as I was told after I got a drink. I knew I would do whatever she asked but did not know why. I did not seem to have any will of my own, I was merely doing what she told me when she told me, I saw no point in disobedience. I decided to sit at the bar and check out the crowd and as I sat there I was approached by my first trick. He sat on the stool next to me pulled out his prick and pointed at it. I gingerly took it in my hand but he dragged me off the seat and forced me to my knees in front of him. I took him into my mouth and after a couple of minutes of vigorous sucking with him ramming his cock down my throat he came with a roar of triumph. I licked him clean and put him away then Curtsied and said, "Thank you Master." He shook his head and laughed to himself as he walked away and I broke down in tears. It wasn't the first time I had sucked a cock, I had sucked a few delivery men off already today but it was the first time I had felt used. The delivery guys were polite and thankful, he had just used me and walked away, I felt degraded, humiliated and I just bawled. A very nice Mistress approached me and said not to worry it was probably just the hormones kicking in and that I would get used to being used, maybe even eventually enjoy it. I shuddered at the thought as she ordered me another drink; I had downed my last one trying unsuccessfully to wash his taste from my mouth. I thanked her and took a sip, it was a watermelon and kiwifruit Daiquiri, it tasted divine and cut the taste of his cum from my mouth. We chatted for a while then she said that I had better service her or people would talk. I dropped to my knees before her and was enveloped by her heavenly aroma. She smelled fresh and natural as a mountain stream and when my tongue touched her button of delight we both sighed with satisfaction. I relished her taste as she came to three consecutive orgasms and was reluctant to come out when she lifted me up, kissed me on the lips and sighed a big thank you. I was very happy to have given her pleasure and the sight of her bucking and screaming on the stool had stirred the interest of the other ladies. I soon had a full dance card right up until midnight when my Mistress was going to deflower me and throw me to the wolves. I satisfied many Mistresses that night and even a couple of Masters. I didn't manage to satisfy them all and was punished a couple of times but the evening was otherwise uneventful. At quarter to twelve I reported to Mistress Vivacious who led me downstairs and strapped me to the frame she had used earlier to grow my breasts. The crowd soon filtered down to watch my debut and cheered when she strapped a pair of large breast cups to my chest. I felt her lubricating my pussy as I was now required to call my arsehole as I watched my breasts grow again to fill three quarters of the cups then I heard the familiar click as needles entered my flesh in a ring round the base of the cup. She handed me the remote and went back to my derri?res to stroke and massage it. I was getting very excited when I felt her dildo against my rosebud and I let go a gasp of relief as she entered me even though I felt like I was being ripped apart. My cherry was taken and she was vigorously reinforcing the fact in my mind by giving me a thorough reaming. After a about ten minutes her movements became erratic and her breathing heavy, she gave one final thrust and I felt her body shudder as a warm jelly entered me. I came instantly and did not even consider what the substance that entered me as I was distracted by the unfamiliar sensations that were ripping my emotions apart. I just kept cuming and cuming till it became painful, my balls were empty but my cock just kept pumping. During this endless dip into the divine pools of ecstasy I was vacant, my mind was absent, I only felt physical sensations which I knew where just hormones and stuff but I didn't care. I didn't care what happened to me after the first wave of that sensational tsunami. The after glow was tranquil but turbulent; I had abandoned myself to pure sensation and had been emotionally torn apart by it. I didn't know what to think or whether I should even bother thinking. Should I just abandon my self to sensation, it would be wonderful if I could feel like this all the time. My head spun but my lips smiled as I pressed the button and felt my breasts swell. I didn't mean to press it, it was just a twitch as I was coming round, I told my self. "Good girl! Embrace your feminine side," she jested laughing hysterically at here own joke as a different kind of hysteria passed through me. As I draped across those bars, my body feeling as if it would melt through them, she shakily unhooked my breast cups and let them fall to the floor then lay across my back with her dildo still inside me and fondled my breasts. Without pulling her dildo out she just moved it around inside me gently as my sphincter tried to suck her all the way in. It felt wonderful and when her hand brushed against my nipples I screamed and cried out with the pain of sensation overload. She was very gentle and loving exploring my body like a new toy and everywhere she touched radiated pleasure to my whole body. She touched my nipple again and I bit my tongue trying not to cry out as she took them both between her fingers and rolled them tenderly. I had gone beyond information overload and was just letting it wash over me. She played nonchalantly with my nipples while she caught her breath and I revelled in euphoria. As I began to catch up with myself I became aware of the audience and looked around. Everybody was watching us as she dropped my nipples, drew back and started to effortlessly pump me again to murmurs of approval from the crowd. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as her escalating assault monopolised my attention again. I came two more times, each one easier and more fulfilling, before she pulled out and said, "You enjoyed that didn't you? You little Slut!" I smiled as I knew I had not hidden my emotions, I had abandoned myself to the moment as if there were only us there. I felt a little embarrassed but that did not match up to the glow that was emanating from my vacant man-pussy of both relief and anticipation. My sphincter came to attention when she announced that she was going to auction first dibs on my cherry. The room filled with excited murmurs as she asked for the first bid. "All the money raised tonight will go into a savings account to pay for Sussette's surgery so open your wallets ladies and gentlemen." I nearly swallowed my tongue when she said Gentlemen. I had thought about it being a bloke, I thought that all the men were just slaves, but my heart stopped when I heard a man's voice shout, "Forty dollars!" to general uproar. "Forty dollars from President Clinton. Any more bids come on, you can have back and front entry and I may allow someone else to join you for a spit-roast," she said laughing at her reference to an old joke everybody knew. "Let's be realistic we will start with one hundred pounds, who will give me one hundred for this beautiful piece of arse. You can warm it up as hot as you like as long as there is no permanent damage. And there's a lady over there with a smile, thank you. We have one hundred do I hear two? Remember you may not be her first but you will be her first act as a slut. You will take her Dignity. After you she knows what she is, a piece of meat to be used at her Mistress's discretion." Three? Four over there. Do I hear Five? Yes sir? Five Hundred Pounds, going to the gentleman on my right. Going once! going Twice!" "One Thousand!" came a bid from the door as a vision in a long black silk evening gown entered the room. She sauntered up to the stage like a model on a catwalk and whispered to Mistress Vivacious in a voice loud enough for everybody to hear; "Unless someone wants to get in a bidding war with me." Then came over to me as I lay strapped to the Milking Frame and caressed my exposed arse with her fingernails. I shivered with excitement. She came to my head and played with the lacy trim on my d?colletage. "Very nice Sussette, did you make this?" "No Mistress, Mistress Vivacious bought it for me," I replied with a bob of my head. "But you can work in Latex can't you?" "I am just learning." "You and I will become firm friends, I can see. Now I am to be your God Mother, you and I will be very close. I am responsible for your spiritual wellbeing. If you have any problems at all, come straight to me, you can trust me like a priest, psychoanalyst or a fortune teller. I could do a reading for you....." "Tarot reading?" I said excitedly, it being a particular interest of mine. "You know the cards?" she said with a twinkle of curiosity in her eye. "I have studied them for years. Mistress," I said suddenly remembering my place with a couple of head bobs. "A piece of meat with spirit and a brain? This one looks like a keeper but she will need special handling," she laughed turning to Mistress. Mistress walked over to my God Mother and put her arm round her with tenderness and obvious affection. "This is Zee, Mistress Zee to you, and she is my best friend Sussette. I want you to treat her as you would treat me for you are hers too." Zee blushed. "You are too kind Viv." Smile. "I look forward to helping you with her training." "Us training her together! You are here as much as I am, she will be your maid too." "True," admitted Zee, examining me critically. "It looks strong enough and she amuses me so far." As they were talking Zee had moved to my rear and was rubbing her dildo in my crack. She lay across my back her generous breasts engulfing me while she fondled my buds exasperatingly. She was making me so excited but I could do nothing but gasp in appreciation and had to do something. Her mouth was next to my ear as she said, "We are going to become very special friends you and I, Sussette. The relationship between a Mistress and her maid is a very intimate one and it takes a lot of trust and devotion on the part of the maid to make it work. You trust me don't you Sussette?" She said, tweaking my nipples sending messages of pleasure ravaging through an already ecstatic body. "Oh yes Mistress, with all my heart," I stuttered as I tried to regain the power of speech. "But what about your mind, Sussette?" "I have thought about your offer and consider it very generous; I would be delighted to be your maid, Mistress," I said through gritted teeth as I was so close to exploding with too much pleasure. "So you are my slave, Sussette?" "I prefer maid, Mistress, even if it means the same thing." "I am sure you will pass your maid's exams with flying colours, Sussette. It would be a waste to see you working in some whorehouse in Pattaya." While she was saying this she had been brushing my rosebud with her prick and was now in position to enter me. I tensed and she waited, I thought how considerate she was being so I relaxed and she pushed up against my bud which opened greedily. I realised that the gel Mistress had pumped in to me earlier was leaking out as she gently but purposefully asserted herself. She was in and I welcomed her, her cock felt good and I wanted it deep inside me. As I lay there, eyes closed, slack jawed, deep in my own private dream, I felt something touch my lips. I opened my eyes to see a penis in front of me and I instinctively pulled back as far as I could. I saw Mistress's hand take hold of the prick and guide it to my mouth again. I closed my mouth. "Aw come on, you know you are going to have to suck cock if you are going to be a maid, The sooner you start the better and it is worth forty dollars towards your breasts." Everybody laughed when she said this then guided his cock into my vacant head. He was clean and smelled of Lavender, I didn't like Lavender before this experience and afterwards even though I have tasted many cocks, I still taste his cock whenever I smell Lavender. He started to pump, I could have been two pieces of Liver for all he cared but Zee massaged the shame away. He hit the back of my throat and I managed not to gag. Zee's rhythm seemed to fill my body and sooth everything away. I felt good, so what if I had a cock in my mouth, I didn't care. "Suck, Sussette! Caress his manhood with your tongue, show how much you appreciate his cock." Suggested Zee as she massaged my prostate to the sounds of Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing. I closed my lips tight around the cock and sucked. I rubbed my tongue up and down the bottom of his penis and he started to moan. It didn't feel strange having a cock in my mouth or to have his spunk pumped down my throat but when I was told to lick his cock clean and I got the taste of another man's cum on my lips, I felt cheap. What was I doing, I began to question when the sensation of bliss coming from my rear washed my mind clean. She pumped me to a climax and I came again and again when I felt more Gel enter me. I was getting desperate as my balls were empty and sore when she pushed me on to two more orgasms of a different kind. This one came from inside, nothing to do with my cock. It was stronger but softer, a bit like ridding on a cloud but it was all encompassing. The feeling was warm and nurturing. I could feel Zee's breasts filling my body with femininity and grace my breasts seemed to glow as I willed them larger. I was really getting into this and was looking forward to more. I had abandoned myself to the moment and the moment never ended. "And now for the final stage of your initiation," announced Mistress as Zee dismounted. My Mistress forced a penis gag into my mouth, not too long but long enough to practice on she told me. As I hung my head down meditating on my breast I saw some movement behind and looked between my legs to see a man with a huge erection approaching. I screamed, mainly inside as nothing got past the gag. He came up behind me and pushed his cock in. I was still loose from Zees massage and there was plenty of lubricant. He slammed at my arse like a man digging a pit and came quickly. This was the final initiation and my last vestige of dignity. From now on I knew there was no way I could live without the powerful sensations that these women could stir in me and I would do whatever they asked. I licked my lips and the spunk tasted good. I was released from the milking frame and helped to a seat at the bar. "That last fuck was worth five hundred pounds. He didn't mind paying to be your first man. Your fund is growing; soon you will have your own watermelons and be able to attend the maid's Academy. Aren't you the lucky girl, Sussette?" She handed me another bullet bra and as I put it on I looked at my breasts and said, "But won't these do?" No no no, that technique is experimental, until now it has been used as a temporary fix lasting about a year. We have included a growth stimulant and we hope this will encourage tissue to grow and replace the filler as it is absorbed into the system," she explained mater of factly then she added, "It has been thoroughly tested on Rats; you are just the first human." As if that explained everything. "And anyway we use the implants to deliver hormones and drugs as part of your training." See added pouting. "You stay here and see how many tricks you can pick up. There is more than just tits to pay for." She got up and joined a group of ladies at the side of the stage. I sat there for a while sipping on a large goblet of blue liquid, it tasted good but I could tell it was strong. I drank it to drown the taste of cum and maybe, if I drank enough, this day would make sense. I was approached by a large woman in a long black Victorian dress. The skirt flared out and her bust was impressive pushed up by a wicked looking corset. She perched gingerly on the stool beside me and said, "I need to be serviced" in an imperious tone. I jumped to my feet, curtsied and said, "Yes Mistress." I then fell to my knees before her and started to lift her skirts. "Not here you stupid Slut, on a sofa where I can relax." She launched herself off the stool, took hold of the ring on my collar and led me to a large red leather sofa where she settled in and I dropped to my knees in front of her. I started to lift her skirts up over her knees and she ordered me "To get under there." Which I did. It was hot and smelly under her skirts; she obviously hadn't washed before coming out. I usually enjoy a down-town lunch but this one was going to be a challenge. I tried to wash her a bit with my saliva but had to eventually put my tongue where my mouth is. I licked and sucked, she was strong but I soon became used to the taste. Everything was going fine till she screamed out and drowned me in a torrent of clear liquid. At first I thought she had pissed on me but it didn't taste like piss. Then she got up and walked away leaving me hunched up in a pool of her ejaculant. It was only then that I began to feel used, up until that point I had been the centre of attention and loving it, now I was something to be used and discarded. I started to cry. Mistress Zee was there in a flash. "What wrong sweetheart?" she enquired. "I feel Used and dirty," I said sulkily. "We can fix the dirty bit come with me." She lifted me up and led me to the bathroom. "And you were being useful so it is normal to feel used afterwards. Did you think this was going to be a free ride centred around you? You will be used, get used to it, that is what you are here for. Soon you will see that being used is an honour, you are fulfilling your purpose and it will make you feel the fulfilment of being useful. Once you accept your position in life as a subordinate, you will feel the freedom of devout servitude." We had reached the bathroom by then and she told me to strip. She took my Latex dress and threw it in the shower and once I had finished undressing and was standing there erect due to her proximity, she dropped to her knees and took hold of my cock. She looked up at me and said "We are all useful in our own way, let me be of service to you" and took my cock deep into her throat. I came almost immediately with such force that I went weak at the knees and collapsed into her arms like a blow-up sex doll that had burst. The metaphor was singly appropriate as I lay there exhausted seeping cum and covered in carnal emissions. After I had regained my composure a bit she slipped a cock gag in my mouth and told me to suck on it. As I lay there sucking absent-mindedly on the cock while she soothed my brow and stroked my hair, she explained that I was now part of the Household and should be trying to be worthy of that great honour. She explained that it would be hard while I still had male pride and that I should try willingly to accept my new role in life as a submissive obedient female servant. "Throw your self whole-heartedly in to your new role and you will be rewarded with a life of bliss beyond your wildest imaginings," she instructed me as she helped me into the shower. She had me go down on all fours and inserted a tube into my pussy. "You will be doing this twice a day from now on and for a quick douche when you think you might get lucky, we have this bulb," she explained showing me a large rubber bulb with a tube and releasing a steady flow of liquid into my bowels. I squirted a couple of times before taking the whole bag into me and she encouraged me to try and hold the whole bag without squirting because in future if I squirted I would have to refill the bag and start again. The second bag was easier as the liquid was less irritating and I managed to hold it till she helped me to the toilet and I thought my whole insides were pouring out. As she was filling the third bag I saw her putting something in to it. She saw me watching and explained that she was adding some perfume to the final rinse to make me more pleasant to fuck. She held up another bottle which was made of black plastic and looked like something you would store strong chemicals in. "You will add one cap full of this to your first bag, it is meant to clean you out and loosen any stubborn pieces." I didn't like the look of the black bottle but accepted what she said. I found it easy to do as she instructed me, seeing no reason to doubt her good intentions. She was my Godmother and would look after me. The third bag was easy and soon I was clean and she was replacing the lubricant in my pussy with a big bulb like the one I used for quick douches. "Always keep yourself well lubricated, your superiors can not be expected to think of your comfort and you could and will be taken any time. If you are not ready, you will be severely punished." She said this in such a casual way that I did not think much about it but the idea that I could be punished was planted indelibly in my mind. She pushed me back into the shower and turned on the water. I luxuriated in the powerful stream of warm soothing water and as I washed myself I felt the confusing and worrying events of the day wash away to leave my mind calm and accepting. I slipped on the black lacy silk Peignoir she handed me in a dream and followed her downstairs to my room. I hadn't been in my room since I got up and was surprised to see that all my clothes had been unpacked and there was a whole wardrobe full of extra stuff that Mistress must have bought. She quickly fitted me with a rigid steel boned corset and tightened it severely. I didn't complain or really notice how tight it was, being too preoccupied with how I looked in the mirror. I had been so busy since I arrived that I had not had time to really look at how much my body had changed. Now, standing in front of the mirror, I barely recognised myself. My hips and derri?re were much bigger and my d?colletage spilled invitingly over the top of my corset. I was gorgeous! As I stood there admiring my refection she knelt down and fitted me with a chastity tube, locking it on with a conclusive sounding click. I looked down with slight dismay but accepted without question her right to control me then she handed me a pair of silk seamed stockings with Cuban heels. Without being told I quickly sat down and pulled them up my legs attaching them to the garters hanging from my corset. She slipped a pair of black patent ankle boots with six inch heels on my feet and locked them in place with four padlocks. I stood up quickly wanting to see how they looked in the mirror and nearly fell over. She supported me till I got my balance and shuffled over to the mirror. "Straighten your knees and try to look graceful, you're a lady now and should always remember that," she told me as she pulled a black latex dress over my head and zipped it up in the back. She circled me tugging and primping my dress then tied an apron round my thin waist and put a filly cap on my head. "Now curtsy and show me how much you appreciate me taking the trouble to dress you so glamorously." I managed to execute a perfect curtsey, despite my skyscraper heels then stood with my eyes on the floor and my hands together in front. I blushed at how much I was enjoying this treatment and how well she seemed know me and she laughed. "Come on Slut, the night is yet young," she said as she led me back down to the party. The dress had red trim rather than the traditional white of a classic French maid's uniform and she saw me examining it curiously. "The red trim signifies that you are a Slut maid, available for use, as opposed to the traditional white of a service maid. You are a very lucky girl to be afforded such a high honour so early in your training, Sussette," she responded. I looked at my dress and felt immensely proud, I was a Slut maid and would do all I could to deserve this great honour.