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John gets up to leave as I kneel there contemplating how I'm ever going
to look him in the eyes again. We'd gone to school together but hadn't
spoken since so luckily I'd only have to deal with it if I was passing
him in the street. As he walks out of the room to go clean himself up,
Clare gets up and walks towards me. She sits down in John's old seat with
her legs crossed to one side of me. She's holding something in her hand,
some kind of strap but I can't tell what for. "Did you enjoy that?" she
asks. Thinking back over what I'd just done, the feeling of humiliation
had already started to subside as I replayed in my head the most erotic
series of events I'd ever experienced. I must have hesitated because she
continued with, "Well I guess it doesn't matter if you enjoyed it or not.
That wasn't the point, was it?" I don't say a word but instead just give
her a little smile. "Well now you have a choice. You can go back to your
old life..." she says placing the key to my chastity cage on the armrest
shielded by her crossed legs, "or you can go further down the rabbit
hole." With that last statement she places her concealed item on the
other armrest.
"What's that?" I asked with a vague idea that it's a pink collar but I
don't see the significance yet. "This is a shock collar," she says
picking it up to make it more visible to me in my knelt position, "It
also has a locking mechanism so once it's on there's no backing out."
What am I supposed to do? Go back to my old life having just experienced
the most incredible feeling I'd ever felt. But this had been a huge step
so far and I'm not sure about going much further. As I'm weighing up my
options she stands up and starts to thread the collar around my neck
without saying a word. 'Maybe just a little more,' I tell myself. I
submissively move my shoulder length hair to one side to help her. My
heart is now pounding under my corset and so much inside of me is
screaming that this is a terrible idea but I can't help but play the role
of the submissive good girl. *click*
With the collar secured tightly around my throat I instantly regret my
decision. "I don't think," I begin as I turn my head to look up at Clare
but I'm cut short by a strong bolt of electricity, "AAHHH." "I'm glad
you've decided to carry on with things. John's said you can stay with him
and his housemate if you agree to wear this collar. You'll remain in
chastity, obviously," Clare tells me. "Oh, did she put it on?" I hear
John call from the hallway as he walks back from the restroom. "Yes. Do
you want to try it?" Clare responds as she walks to the doorway to hand
over the controller for the shock collar. I turn in horror. I don't want
another shock. I quickly stand to my feet and try to reach them, "Wait
AAAHHHHH." John presses the button as soon as he has the controller in
his hands and I collapse onto my hands and knees. "Wow, that's effective
and it's on the lowest setting."
"Come on, let's go. We'll take you to your new home," Clare tells me. I
look over my shoulder out of the window to see the trees swaying
vigorously in the wind. Next I look down at my short dress which is
riding up with me being bent over on all fours. This is my first time in
a dress but even I know the light, delicate material of the skirt stands
no chance against that wind. "I can't go out dress like AAAAAHHHHHH," I
try protesting but I'm cut off again. It doesn't take many more shocks to
get me to comply. Submitting now felt different. Previously I had wanted
to be submissive, I wanted to please and I wanted to be a good girl. Now
though, I was trying to resist, trying to fight back, trying to stop what
was coming but I was gradually being trained not to.
Luckily it's dark and we only have to walk to John's car before I'm out
of the wind and the sight of other people. Clare brings along a suitcase,
telling me she'd packed everything I might need for a two week stay. Two
week stay!? What had I got myself into? She also added that I may have to
do some laundry if I end up staying longer but "don't worry, there's maid
dresses in there for you too." After a short drive we arrive at John's
house and he gives me the tour: living room, kitchen/diner, two double
bedrooms, and a study (too small for a third bed). I look around confused
"where am I staying?" I ask. "In here," John tells me pointing into one
of the bedrooms. "And that one is you're room, right?" I point across to
the other bedroom. "Right, you're welcome to come join me any time," he
says with a wink. I shudder to the core at that comment. Looking into the
room that I'll be staying in, it doesn't look like an unused spare room.
It's clearly his housemates. "Where's your housemate?" I enquire. "Tyrone
will be back later, don't you worry," he tells me. 'Tyrone?' I think to
myself as I begin to panic. John used to hang out with Tyrone Wood at
school. He used to bully me. Last time I saw him he was 6"4/6"5 and
muscular. I peer round the room and see a photo of our old high school
football team, for which he was their star player.
"Don't worry," Clare tells me as I feel myself starting to do that exact
thing, "he's been told all about you and he's eager to see the new you.
What was his word?" she asks turning to John. "He said he can't wait to
destroy your virgin arse," he replies bluntly. "Come on, I'll help you
get ready," Clare continues as if John comment was a normal statement.
Clare wheels the suitcase into Tyrone's room and drags me in with her by
my arm. She starts by stripping me down to my lingerie. She then touches
up my makeup and proclaims "there done." I'm mortified. Her idea of
getting me ready to have my arse "destroyed," is to strip me? I have no
say in this matter and another shock from my new collar sees to that.
I sit on Tyrone's bed waiting for him to return home. I'm there for close
to an hour, just thinking through what I'd got myself in to. Eventually I
hear someone come in the front door of the house and walk up the stairs.
As he enters the room, I bow my head. There's no doubt in either of us
that I've already submitted and accepted what is about to come. Walking
over to where I'm sat, he undoes his belt and jeans. As he removes his
cock from his underwear, it's already semi-erect and still growing. He is
big, bigger than me, bigger than John, I didn't know people were actually
this big and he's still growing. I stare down this enormous black penis
in awe. Tyrone takes his large, strong hand and runs it through my hair.
"You better suck, bitch." I open my mouth as I look up at him shocked by
what he'd just called me. This is not what I'd wanted but I don't have a
choice.
I have to open my mouth as wide as I can to take him in and I barely get
a third of his cock into my mouth. I suck, moving my head back and forth
with both my hands wrapped around his shaft, and as I do I can feel his
penis becoming firmer. After a few minutes of being fully degraded he
steps back and I take the opportunity to give my jaw a rest. From the
look he's giving me I don't need to be told what's coming next though.
It's clear he didn't stop for the sake of my jaw. Turning round on the
bed, I bend over onto all fours. He climbs on the bed behind me and with
one strong, muscular arm firmly around my waist I feel the head of his
giant cock lining up with my arse hole. Once in position he immediately
starts building pressure to penetrate me and I know it's not going to be
gentle.
At first, it's actually feels kind of nice as he enters me but I know
there's no turning back now. The first inch or two go smoothly and the
feeling grows more pleasurable. But he keeps going; three inches, four
inches, five inches. My arse isn't used to being stretch like this; six
inches, seven inches. I can't take any more. "Please stop," I beg but
he's only just getting started. He does soon stop pushing into me but
only to start thrusting in and out. The pain and discomfort causes me to
cry out but the subtle mixture of pleasure blended in to the experience
cause my cries to be higher pitch than normal. Tyrone, a big black man
with an absurdly large cock, is now seriously fucking my arse as I scream
out like a girl. His strong biceps are keeping my hips from moving too
far way.
I endure this degradation for several minutes. The discomfort lessens,
almost enough for me to enjoy the feelings he's causing me. Then he
starts to speed up, getting harder and faster, and pushing deeper. I
scream louder as the pain builds again. It's not long before he lets out
a long, pleasure driven moan, and with that he slows is movement. As he
climaxes, Tyrone pushes into me with one slow, long, and very deep push.
I moan as the whole length of his cock enters me.
Clare was certainly right; if I had been fucked anally at the start, so
much of the experience would have been lost. While blowing John, I loved
the feel of being girly, of being knelt in a submissive pose, the
tightness of the corset and the chastity cage, the view of looking up at
the man towering over me as I brought him towards an orgasm. There was so
much to adore. However, this time was very different. I was used. It was
so forceful I didn't have the chance to enjoy the feel of the clothing. I
was nothing more than a fuck toy.
After it was all done and he had left me slumped over on his bed as he
went to clean himself, those negative feelings did start to fade. Like
before, the memories of the enormously erotic experience seemed to drown
out any memories of pain or discomfort. That was until I moved, then I
could re-experience some of that discomfort in my arse again. However,
the memory of being fucked was still almost exclusively erotic.
Every day of the week that followed was filled with humiliation; from
sleeping in the bed with John or Tyrone each night, to dressing sexy for
them, through to giving them blowjobs and anal sex on command. I tried to
resist the first few days but the shock collar kept me in line. I soon
found ways to avoid the worst of it. Such as when I was called upon, I
would be as seductive as possible and lure them into a blowjob. If I
could keep them pleased with my mouth it saved my arse a pounding. It
didn't always work and I never truly got used to being penetrated.
At least I was between jobs though. They were both out during the day
with work themselves so I didn't have to worry about them then. Clare
kept me busy by sending me 5 or 6 YouTube videos a day of makeup
tutorials, getting me to replicate the look or technique and then provide
her with photographic proof. Within a few days of the intense, crash
course in makeup, I was becoming quite skilled. I was then made to take
another step towards what would in time be my complete and full-time
feminization - although I didn't realise it then.
Towards the end of the first week, Clare came by the house and I was made
to leave the room while the "alphas" (as she put it) talked. Eventually I
was allowed to return at which point I was presented with a box covered
in pink wrapping paper. As Clare hands it to me, she says, "We've agreed
you're allowed an orgasm but on two conditions. 1) I supervise. You are
only allowed one and I will be there to make sure you don't try going for
a second. And 2) you wear this chastity device afterwards instead of your
current one." The idea of being "supervised" while I masturbated was not
a turn on to me but I'd been ready to blow for days. I'd experienced
countless fantasies and hadn't cum once since it all began. I'd basically
agree to anything at this stage. However, the box was troubling me. It
was about the size of a shoe box - far bigger than needed for a simple
chastity cage. I open it to find a full chastity belt and bra set. The
chastity belt had thigh cuffs connected to a short chain designed to both
force shorter, more feminine steps and to prevent pants being worn. If I
put this on, I would be truly stuck en femme while I'm in this chastity
device. The metallic bra was designed to go over a pair of breast forms
and would give me a permanent set of boobs until one of them freed me.
But, as I said, I'd basically agree to anything at this stage if it meant
I could cum. So, not thinking straight, I agreed.
Soon I was upstairs stripping off as Clare watched. It all seemed very
weird but I needed to cum so wasn't about to stop. Once that cage was
off, I wasted no time and very quickly brought myself close to the point
of climax by replaying a mental highlight reel of the past week in my
head. Then, just as the orgasm hit, Clare pressed the button for my shock
collar. I recoiled in pain as the euphoria of cumming was annihilated by
the agony from being electrocuted. "I believe that's what they call a
ruined orgasm," she tells me in a cruel tone. I knew then I'd been
tricked into a much worse fate. Without any sexual gratification, I knew
I'd have to put myself back into chastity - a thought which was hugely
demoralising.
Clare hands me some tissues and the main part of the belt. I clean myself
and resentfully place the belt around my waste. Clare then attaches the
thigh cuffs and the bra containing breast forms before locking the set.
As I stood there downtrodden, Clare begins her own little monolog "I've
spent quite a lot of money on you to get you presentable for the guys;
clothes, makeup, shoes, chastity devices. I expect you to repay me. So
I've found you a job. A friend of mine had a secretary position open up
at her place and they've agreed to higher you. You start Monday. But
first, we're going to have to get you some business attire." She went on
to roughly tell me how much I owed her and how much I'd be earning as a
secretary. A quick bit of maths and I realised it would take me almost
three weeks to repay what I already owe. Then there's also my new work
wardrobe to factor in, plus she tells me John and Tyrone expect me to
start paying rent and board. In short: I know I'm not escaping any time
soon.
Fast forward a couple of years to my current situation. A few things have
changed since then but I'm still trapped. I had to give up my old flat to
continue repaying Clare, John and Tyrone. They all came together to buy
me a set of large breast implants and I've undergone a strict waist
training regime. I've moved on from the secretary role to a maid
position. I assumed the higher pay was because of shift allowance, seems
as it was at a rather cheap motel. This place actually allows customer to
pay by the hour. I soon realised that the pay probably also reflected how
disgusting the job was, but cleaning up wasn't the worst part.
While working my shifts, I was happy that most of the clientele actively
avoiding making eye contact with anyone other than the person they were
taking to their room. They clearly wanted to be as discreet as I wanted
to be. I still found it embarrassing wearing a dress in front of people.
My uniform was a simple black dress with short sleeves and a skirt that
stop mid-thigh. It had a shirt collar and was rather low-cut (a little
too low-cut for professional attire). I was made to wear 4-inch heels
despite the amount of walking I had to do on a daily basis. Luckily, I no
longer had to wear the thigh cuffs attached to the chastity belt, John
and Tyrone had given me that luxury.
However, after about a couple of months into my new job of a maid, come
of the more regular visitors started giving me a smile if we crossed
paths. Then, they even started enquiring about whether I'd like to join
them. Eventually, this led to the owner of the motel placing the remote
to my shock collar at the front desk with a label that read "Press for
maid service." Turns out, the range was strong enough to give me a firm
bolt no matter where I was in the motel. After paying a fee to the owner,
a guest was then privileged to take that remote back to their room and,
of course, I had little option but to follow.
I suffered all sorts of degradation and torment at the hands of whoever
was willing to pay. From being tied to the bed as they pressed the shock
button like they were playing hungry-hungry-hippos. Or being spanked
brutally until I cried uncontrollably. To being made to perform oral sex
or receive anal while others watched. Besides the occasion extreme
individual, being pegged by a woman was often the worst. Strap-ons are
typically bigger than the average man in both width and length.
Additionally, if they've bought a cheap one, they will have to push quite
hard to receive a good feeling themselves. And as most women take longer
to orgasm than a man, therefore being pegged usually meant I was fucked
harder, for longer and by something bigger than if a man was doing it to
me. However, no matter how horrendous the experience was, as I'd been
kept in an almost constant state of arousal for two years I'd always
somehow find some form of pleasure in it. This meant that as the negative
memories faded or blurred together, I found myself being left with yet
another teasing recollection of the night before.
I had also started to see a way out. I'd been working round the clock, I
was getting good monthly bonuses from providing additional 'services' to
customers, and had almost no expenses other than a rent/board which was
heavily subsidised through providing similar 'services' at home. I had
been making good progress towards repaying Clare, John and Tyrone, and
when I've finished paying them back, I'll get the key to my chastity
belt. Once I'm out of debt and have that key, I can start on becoming
financially independent again. Or at least that's what I thought.
After arriving home after a long Saturday shift, still with the taste of
my previous client in my mouth I notice Clare, John and Tyrone in the
living room looking at me strange. "What's up?" I asked not expecting
Clare to be there. Silently, they look at one another and then stand,
before slowly approaching me. "What's going on?" I ask as I start to
worry. Have I done something? Maybe I forgot to do something. My
heartrate starts to rise as the adrenaline kicks in but I wasn't about to
fight or flight - I'd learnt that both were futile. "We've got you a new
lock for your chastity belt," Clare said in a tone that was clearly meant
to be calming but in the situations just seemed a big red flag. "It's
designed not to come off again," John adds, "Once it's on, you'll be in
chastity permanently." "As you're aware, your belt is made of titanium
and so is the lock so you literally will never be able to remove it,"
Clare said continuing with her calm voice which really wasn't working.
At that point I panicked and chose the flight option. I can't let them do
this. I've come so far and can almost see the end. I must stop this no
matter what. I quickly step back towards the door but John throws himself
at it. I can't open the door with his weight in the way. Then Tyrone
grabs me, and so does John. Tyrone alone could over power me but I can't
stop now, not now, not when I'm so close. I'm carried kicking and
fighting into the dining room and Tyrone throws me over the table. I kick
my legs furiously but John holds them tight. I can feel Clare lifting my
skirt as she fiddles with my belt. "NO. PLEASE STOP," I cry. "Hurry up,"
John shouts in retaliation. "PLEASE CLARE, PLEASE," I beg her as my eyes
tear up, "PLEASE." The old lock is off now. If I break free now I can
flee and never come back. I stomp a stiletto down onto Johns toes and use
my other foot to push against a table leg. One big shove with all my
might and I slip from Tyrone's grip too.
I run as fast as I can to the front door but before I can get outside
Clare grabs me. She's not nearly as strong as the other two but it's
enough to slow me down. John and Tyrone are on me again in an instant.
"NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS," I tell them. Tyrone grabs my arm and twists it
behind my back while John and Clare work on my chastity belt. I slow my
struggle and softly say, "Clare," as I look down at her. "Please don't do
this. I don't want this anymore. I want it to stop," I plead as she looks
me in the eyes. Her expression is one of compassion. But then it shifts
to a stern look and she turns to John as says, "Do it!"
"NO, NO NO." I throw by whole body into resisting, every ounce of energy
and strength...but it's no use.
I hear the metallic click between my screams and their hold on me
loosens. It's over.
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