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Chapter 8: No More Boy James.
I don't think I slept at all, the constant edging kept me distracted and
in distress all night. I was a haze of tiredness and sweat when Danielle
nudged me in the morning. "Good morning bitch. How did you sleep?" she
said as she took off my gag. "I didn't Miss, I'm so tired. Please stop
doing this to me."
She untied my legs and arms and I stood up. "Shut up and stop whining,
rent is due tomorrow. Do you want us to get you kicked out? Now go
shower, you're a slutty mess and we have a house meeting." She removed my
butt plug, slapped my ass and I went for a shower. I had developed a
feminine morning routine that involved using various female shampoos and
shaving my body. I was so horny after the nights teasing that I had to
turn the water cold to calm myself down. While I was in the shower I
thought about Danielle's reminder on the rent. It made me think, the
landlord hasn't done an inspection yet, perhaps if he or she came and saw
my treatment it might be my only chance at freedom. I kept that glimmer
of hope and held onto it in the back of my mind as I got dressed back
into my maid uniform and did my make-up. I had a lecture soon so I hoped
this house meeting wouldn't last long.
I walked into the living room and was greeted by the girls. I noticed
that there was a pile of clothes on the sofa, what looked like girl's
clothes, which Alicia was going through. "Good Morning Jane," said
Kristi, "with Alicia's help, we want you to try on some outfits for us."
I glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed I had an hour till my
lecture, I thought I should hopefully have just enough time. "Okay miss,
sounds great." I'd never worn any girl's clothes except my lingerie and
maid's uniforms before, I wasn't at all excited at this new feminine
territory I was embarking on.
Alicia jumped up and down with excitement as she threw the first set of
clothes at me. As I tried them on I noticed Trish sat down taking notes
and Danielle smirking with that cruel grin, as usual. The first outfit
was a denim skirt with a basic crop top and sneakers, Alicia was not a
fan. Kristi helped her with some choices as they tried jeans and
leggings, before deciding that I was too girly for anything other than
dresses or skirts. Finally, after half an hour, the girls found an outfit
they liked on me. A short, red and black, tartan skirt, black heels, a
white top, black denim jacket and a beanie hat to go over my blonde wig.
Alicia was in her element here. She had been using me as a bit of a model
since this all started. She would do my make up each morning and take
photos for her course portfolio. She had mainly been focusing on my face
with her work at the moment, but with what was going on now, I could see
her dressing me in many outfits in the future for her course.
"Wow! Alicia you've outdone yourself," said Kristi. "She looks like the
perfect combination of shy girl and sexy," replied Alicia. Danielle
pulled me over the mirror. "What do you think gurrrlll?" She made sure to
emphasis the word girl as I stared at myself in the mirror. She was right
though, I looked like a girl. I couldn't believe what was staring back at
me. My boobs were trying to burst out of my white top it seemed, and the
skirt was short enough to get people looking, I can't believe these were
ways I was describing how me, a man, was dressed. What's worse, my
reflection was turning me on. This was when Trish spoke up.
"Okay Jane, sit down, we have some more things to discuss." I sat down on
a chair as the girls sat beside Trish. "Now do you remember last night
when I asked you some questions?" I nodded silently. "Good, well us girls
have agreed that we have made great strides in your transformation into a
slave but your femininity still needs improvements. Do you agree?"
"I don't agree, that's not what I want. I just want to pay my rent and
live here. Not like this please stop-" I was cut short in my pleading.
"Shut it Jane," Danielle barked. "You know the rule. No negative
responses. You will be punished for that. One more and your rent won't go
through, and it'll be even harder to pay it from a jail cell." I sniffled
and fell silent again.
"Thank you, Danielle. Jane you gave me some answers to questions last
night which have greatly helped in my deciding what to do next in helping
this issue. I've seen you watching the clock. You have your lecture soon
don't you, and have been wondering if you'll have time to get changed
into some male clothes and not be late, am I wrong?"
"No miss, I like to be on time to my lectures."
"You will be Jane, because you'll be attending like that," she said
matter of factly. The girls must have seen the colour drain from my face
as they all smiled at the same time and Danielle mouthed "Prison bitch"
at me to stop me from making an outburst. Trish continued as I started to
cry. "You see you told me that lectures were not mandatory, so they don't
take an attendance register. That means that James or Jane can turn up,
and we choose Jane. Also, you mentioned that the lecture halls are often
filled with hundreds, so you should blend in nicely. We feel that
exposure to being a female out in the real world will help you keep a
feminine persona, which will help you in turn, be a better slave girl for
us at home. We also value your education Jane." I struggled to believe
that last part.
"Okay, you better leave soon. Good luck Jane." I stood up and the girls
waved me goodbye. I left the living room in shock, just muttering, "Why?"
to myself, and wondering what the hell I was going to do. As I stood in
the hallway Danielle came out, she pushed me against the wall, put her
hand down my underwear and roughly inserted a plug up my ass, I squealed
and she covered my mouth. "I told you there'd be punishment bitch. Enjoy
class." She slapped my ass and I opened the front door. A delivery
arrived just at that time with a large box that could barely fit through
the doorway. I had too much on my mind to wonder what it could be as
Danielle signed the man's clipboard and I walked to Uni.
Chapter 9: The New First Day of Class.
I was hyperventilating as I walked to Uni. How could I do this? I was
lucky that it was only an hour lecture then I could get home as quick as
possible and I was done for the week. But still. The worst thing about
this, was I could dress like a girl at home and hate doing it all I
wanted, but outside I had to convince people I was really a girl or the
embarrassment of being caught out would be the end of me. So, I had to
seriously act like a normal proper girl.
Walking through town went okay. I noticed a few men staring at my boobs
protruding from my chest but other than that I was okay. The combination
of my high heels and the plug up my ass made my hips sway, giving me a
very overly feminine walk. I could tell this drew a lot of eyes and made
me feels so uncomfortable. Once I got to uni I pulled my beanie a bit
further down my head and tried to pull my hair in front of me a bit, to
cover my face. I almost went into the men's toilets before I stopped
myself. Fuck, I thought, this is going to be harder than I thought. I
went into the ladies and sat down in a cubicle, catching my breath and
calming my nerves as I peed. The fullness I felt in my ass was so hard to
get used to. How was I supposed to concentrate with both that and my fear
of being recognised? I tried to exit as quickly as I could before any
other girls could notice me, but then I saw myself in the mirror, and the
sexy girl that looked back. Who am I kidding? I thought. No one's going
to mistake me for a guy. The thought turned my stomach as I headed to the
lecture hall.
I made sure to sit away from any people I knew and found a seat up in the
corner. The teacher came in and I was in luck. He talked for maybe 10
minutes and then told us he was going to put on an example TV episode
relevant to the topic. Thank god I thought, an easy lecture. The only
problem was that I didn't take in anything he said due to my situation
and panicking, that I had no clue how this TV show was relevant. I would
have to message someone later for help.
When the show finished I left as quick as I could and headed home. I
opened the door, slammed it shut and leant my back on the doorway and
slid down, before hugging my legs and bursting into tears. The stress had
worn me down.
To be honest, after possibly the most stressful experience of my life it
was oddly comforting to know that I had the whole weekend before I had to
experience that again, and I'd just have to do my normal routine, even if
it was being the house slave. I had a wash, got changed into my maid
uniform, complete with the usual fishnets and super high heels, and got
to cooking the meals for the girls.
It had been a couple hours with the butt plug in at this point and it was
starting to get uncomfortable, not to mention it was driving me crazy
with horniness as I cooked dinner, which kept distracting me. I'd often
catch myself rubbing up against the kitchen cabinets, trying to get any
relief at all. "Is someone being a dirty slut?" I heard Kristi say. I
turned towards her, so embarrassed. "I better not catch you doing that
again, stay on task Jane."
"Yes ma'am." I cracked on with dinner, served, had my salad in my dog
bowl and cleaned up. The rest of the weekend went similar to this, minus
the uni classes. I settled into my routine of being the slave, going
about my day doing whatever chores I was asked to do, eating the small
meals I was given and going to bed. I'd gotten a few good nights sleep
since the night with the butt plug, which made me feel much better. The
only major change is that Danielle had obviously informed the girls of
the power she took over me each evening, and they decided they wanted in.
So often before going to Danielle's room at the end of each evening, I
would spend time in each of the other girl's room servicing them with my
tongue. Experiencing four different orgasms without getting my own was a
difficult thing to deal with, and made me that much hornier.
Sunday evening however things changed again, as Trish bought me in for
another group meeting. "Jane please stand at attention in the living
room, we would like to conduct a performance review," Trish said as the
girls gathered round. Another group meeting, I thought, why couldn't they
have said this stuff earlier.
"Jane we are very happy to tell you that your performance has been
remarkable this past month. With great discipline you have become a slave
that does what she is told and has grown very good in doing her chores,
cooking and serving us sexually."
"Thank you, Miss." I didn't really know what else to say, I didn't really
want to know I was good at being a slave.
"Though there have been regularly outbursts about your lack of enthusiasm
for your role in this house, you've never actually not done something,
and for that we are proud and your rent has gone into your account. You
will not be getting kicked out" I nodded as the girls smiled at me, they
actually seemed genuine smiles, not just cruel ones.
Trish carried on, addressing her notes. "However, going into the next
month, it is the lack of enthusiasm and negativity that we would like to
address and improve upon. We think that the attending lectures in femme
will help, but we like to see speedy improvements in our slaves so will
be taking other measures." I looked at all the girls one by one, scared
and confused. This is when the other girls spoke.
"We don't like your attitude," said Kristi. "We want to see a happy
little slave girl." I was beyond shocked. "A smile on your face as you go
about your chores," added Alicia. "A genuine desire to want to serve our
needs and to show it on your face." I couldn't believe what I was
hearing, Danielle didn't need to say anything, she was taking pure joy in
my reactions to this. "Anything to say?" said Trish, finally.
"So, you want me to enjoy being a slave in my own home? To like it?" I
said, my voice shaken. "We aren't 'wanting' anything, we are ordering
it," said Danielle. "I'm sorry girls but I don't think I can do that,
this is already hell and to pretend I like it, I can't," I said,
defending myself as best I could.
"We thought you would say that. That's why we have something to sort
this. Do you remember the box that arrived this morning?" said Trish, as
the girls grabbed me by the arms and frog marched me into Danielle's
room. That's where I saw it. A large bench stood about a table's width
off the ground with two penises attached by pipes on both ends, cables
ran down from both sides and there were various harnesses and ropes
attached.
My maids dress was quickly removed as I heard Danielle order, "Get her
strapped on." I tried to kick and fight but the four girls holding onto
all my limbs was too difficult to get away from. I was placed onto the
bench on my knees as my arms were strapped to harnesses and my legs
locked to the bench. Once Kristi and Alicia had firmly tightened the
restraints I quickly squealed, "No, help!" before Danielle pulled at my
wig, causing my head to tilt back slightly and my mouth to open, where
she shoved one of the penises inside. I was now bound and gagged on this
bench. "Danielle, as the handler of discipline we will let you handle the
rest, girls lets go watch TV," Trish said as all but Danielle left the
room.
"You may have guessed," said Danielle, "but what we've bought for you
here is a fucking machine. I told you I'd turn you into a slut and this
thing is gonna fuck you into one from both ends. You see it plugs into
the wall, so this thing can go on for as long as we want. Both of the
cock's ejaculate, so your cute little butt is gonna fill up and you're
gonna get nice and fed with the other one. And in regards to your bodily
fluids, it doesn't matter to me if you piss yourself, because you'll be
the one cleaning it." I squealed but my voice was muffled by the huge
cock in my mouth. "What I'm trying to say here, is that there is no
reason why you would need to get off of this thing. So, it's going to
fuck you until you agree to be a good happy slave do you understand?" I
vigorously nodded my head, moaning into the cock. "Good girl."
She turned on the switch by the plug and I screamed as the cock from the
back began to enter my asshole. The cock from the front then also began
to pump in and out of my mouth. I had never felt so degraded and
humiliated in my life as the two cocks pumped in and out of me, fucking
me like a dirty slut. Danielle watched me briefly, rubbing her pussy as
the first set of ejaculations came and the cocks filled me with fake
semen. She then left me, for who knows how long.
After what felt like 20 minutes passed and I could feel the cock that was
in my ass really working my prostate. I could feel myself close to
cumming and as much as I hate to say it, I was so desperate from the
month of no orgasms, I worked the cock with my ass until I came. The
release felt so extremely good for a brief moment, until I realised how I
came, why I came and the shame filled me as the cocks continued. The
briefest few seconds of niceness, in a living hell.
3 hours later, the door opened and Danielle entered. She turned off the
fucking machine and pulled the cock from my mouth. "It's bed time my
little slut. Now tell me, are you ready to be a good and happy maid?" I
couldn't take it anymore, my ass was on fire, my jaw ached, I'd just been
raped for three hours. "PLEASE, GET ME OFF THIS. I CAN'T TAKE IT. PLEASE
PLEASE PLE-" The cock was shoved back in my mouth. "Wrong answer," said
Danielle as the switch was turned back on and Danielle went to bed.
For the rest of the night I was fucked, and fucked, and fucked.
I carried on having my holes filled until the sun bled through the
curtains. Danielle soon woke up. She turned off the machine and headed
into the bathroom, not yet acknowledging me. I took this moment to rest,
exhausted, and think. Danielle was right, unless my behaviour changed I
was going to be kept on this machine, as she always said, it can always
get worse. As much as I hated to say it, I had to change how I acted. She
came back into the room and removed the cock from my mouth. As I moved
and nursed my achy jaw, Danielle asked, "Good morning slave, how are you
feeling today?" I turned to her and smiled. "Great miss! I can't wait to
get out of this machine and be of service to you." Danielle smiled that
wicked smile. "Just what we want to hear."
She untied me and let me clean myself up and get dressed in my uniform. I
happily served the girls breakfast, curtseyed and stood to attention as
they all enjoyed my food and new attitude. Trish smiled and kindly asked
"Jane, the bin men will be coming soon and there are some black bags by
the front door, could you kindly take those out to the front for them
please?" I smiled. "Yes of course miss, as you wish." I minced off in my
towering heels and carried the bin bags out to the front. Luckily there
was no one outside to see me in my uniform. I saw the bin men driving
down the street however so hurried inside. Danielle greeted me at the
door.
"Turn around Jane, I just want you to see something." We both watched as
the bin men picked up the black bags and threw them in their truck, never
to be seen again. "You probably weren't wondering, but I just thought you
should know. Those bags were filled with all of your old male clothing."
Danielle slapped my ass and walked away. Broken, fucked and beaten down,
I didn't shed a tear.
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