Chrissie The Saga of a Lovestruck Sissy Maid
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Jonathan had never really liked me, Jonathan being the step son of my
wife Samantha. He was in his thirties married, so why he had taken such
an exception to me marrying his mother I did not know. The only thing I
could think of was he saw me as sponging off Samantha. She was a
successful business women and me, well I tried but often failed so most
of the time I was living off her. Jonathan was a successful cosmetic
surgeon so I guess he saw me as a looser.
His father cheated on Samantha and left so I guess he thought I would do
the same. Now HERE I am in the same situation, let me explain.....
This New Years eve Samantha, Jonathan, Rebecca his wife and I had got
together to see the New Year in. Samantha had gone to bed early and
Jonathan had started drinking early which saw him asleep before midnight.
Which left Rebecca and myself to see the New Year in.
We left Jonathan slumped over the dining table and made ourselves
comfortable in the lounge. As the chimes struck we exchanged a kiss which
being a little tipsy became quite amorous. Before I knew it I was balls
deep in her sopping pussy. Rebecca is a cute buxom blonde and very sexy.
I must admit I had lusted after her for a while, I often wondered if
Jonathan had played a part in her sexy figure. Now here she was bouncing
up and down on my cock cooing her pleasure! Well none of that matter at
that moment because we were both panting our ecstatic climax trying not
to wake the house! As we were recovering gasping for breath I looked over
her shoulder to see Jonathan in the doorway. I expected him to be angry,
to charge across the room and beat me up. Instead a knowing grin lit his
face and he disappeared.
I said nothing to Rebecca and the following day we were both a little
shame faced about what had happened. I was not surprised either when I
was summoned to Jonathan's office....I knew what was coming. With a Smug
grin he pushed a document towards me.
"Sign it and you get a quarter of moms wealth..." he growled.
I considered my choices, divorce with a little money behind me or fight
him? I loved Samantha and felt she loved me but I knew he had the
financial backing to take me to the cleaners.
"Fight me and I will destroy you!" He smiled cruelly at my pause.
Admittedly I did feel ashamed of what I had done, but it had been a
drunken fling so I did not feel I deserved this.
"I won't sign it" I declared pushing the papers back towards him.
"I thought you might say that!" He smirked.
I sensed someone behind me but before I could react the needle plunged
into my neck....
I woke groggily and fumbled for my phone. Wait I don't recognize any of
the names....or numbers I mused. I looked through the pictures on the
phone. Lots of pictures of a man and woman I almost remembered. There was
also a second couple and from the group pictures they knew each other.
Try as I might however I could not understand who they were and how I
knew them. One thing that really confounded me though was the date,
January 2021....surely it should read January 2020......had I lost a year
along with my memory somehow? Exhausted I dozed off and as I slept things
started to come back to me!
I woke with a start and swung my slender legs out of bed. Slender
legs....yes sticking out of the hospital gown I was wearing was a pair of
hairless slender legs, my head reeled.
"What the fuck has he done to me!" I raged, he being Jonathan my step
son. One of the figures in my phone pictures!
As I stood I immediately knew things were a lot different my posture
completely changed. Grabbing the front of the gown which I could see was
covering a large pair of tits I ripped it off. I gasped in horror at the
sight of my new body failing in my shock to notice the golden curls that
fell around my face. I span around at the sound of the door open
"I see you're awake," a smug grin on his face.
"What the fuck have you done to me....you fu....." I made to lunge at
him, strangle him! But was stopped by the sound of my own voice, high and
feminine.....his grin broadened
"Hush....DAVINA."
That one word stopped me in my tracks but still I raged inside as his
smug smile grew broader still.
"Come, Daddy dear, let me show you what you have become."
He had never called me Dad so using it now seemed all the more perverse
and humiliating! I felt my cheeks reddening but could not help myself
moving towards him. Taking my hand he positioned me before a full length
mirror and what I saw made me gasp.
Slender legs and between them where my cock and balls should have been
was a pussy! Well not quite a pussy, he spoke at my yelp of surprise.
"Isn't it quite pretty Daddy," he purred in my ear.
As he did he reached down and caressed it sending a shiver down my spine
and eliciting a groan of pleasure from my lips. Inside I was livid at
what he had done to me but outside I was placid....submissive!
"I removed your useless balls and used the skin to form the lips around
your....clit. and to make that I removed some....but not a lot..." He
smirked.
"......of your tiny dick.....leaving just the sensitive head."
As if to emphasize this he rubbed his fingers across it causing it to
leak gently. I realised I was putty in his hands and tried to tight it.
Sensing this his fingers left my pussy, to my shame I wanted them back.
Focusing slightly my gaze travelled up over my toned stomach to my ample
breasts topped with strawberry sized nipples. No doubt they would be
hypersensitive I mused. My gaze finally coming to my face. Soft Elven
like I could barely make out my own resemblance there. Added to that the
blonde curls I could hardly recognize myself.
"So now you've had a good look let me explain," he chuckled leading me by
the hand to sit on the bed.
"You have been asleep off and on for a whole year. In that time I have
completed as you have seen several surgeries. You have also been
subjected to deep irrevocable hypnosis and training....."
I gasped at this revelation understanding now how he had such control
over me!
"The hypnosis now started with the keyword..." he chuckled.
"That must have been DAVINA.....my new sissy name!" I mewled.
"Yes that's right Davina.....now remember sissies only speak when spoken
too, understand?" he corrected
"Yes Master Jonathan," I simpered in response hating myself as I did.
The smug grin on his face told me he knew of my inner turmoil.
"Now where was I....oh yes....at the moment Danny is still in there and
hating every moment of his feminization...." he winked, looking into my
eyes.
"But the hypno training has feedback loops.....which means dear Daddy,
the more you obey the more you will come to like it, until in the end you
will be a mindless bimbo slave!" He chuckled.
Once again I raged inside at my fate, surely there was something I could
do! I knew I was going to fight every inch of the way! He chuckled once
again at my inner struggle moving to a wardrobe and opening the doors.
Inside was a wonderland of sissy clothes and to my inner anger my mouth
watered at the sight. Seating himself he commanded, "Get dressed Davina"
Almost automatically I moved to the wardrobe and took out the things I
needed. Stockings first, black and sheer with a line pattern down the
back, with an ease I did not understand I slipped them on. Next a heavily
boned corsets edged with a froth of pink ruffles. I slipped into its cool
embrace adjusting my ample breasts so they were beautifully displayed
then turned to Master.....no Jonathan!
"Please will you help me....Master" I simpered cursing my weakness.
Chuckling he stood and then tightened the corset until I had to pant for
breath. Once again with a knowledge I did not know I had, I attached the
stocking to the suspender straps. Next a pair of black satin knickers to
match the corset. I shivered at the satin caressing my sensitive clit and
knew I was going to be in a state of constant arousal because of this.
Cooing slightly to myself I reached for the next item, a black satin
maids dress. Shimmying it into place Master zipped up the back and I
without knowing it moved to the mirror. The hem of the dress was short
and held up horizontal by a froth of petticoats. The waist tight around
the corset underneath. The neckline low showing off my ample breasts to
great effect. I swayed back to the wardrobe.....swayed, yes for some
reason I moved like a women....well a sissy trying to be a women, so was
in minced! where I sat before a vanity mirror. Then with a skill
obviously given during my missing year I applied makeup making myself
even more alluring and feminine. Lastly I slipped into a pair of shiny
black shockingly high heels. Once more I found myself before the mirror
admiring my own reflection much to my inner shame. I swayed around the
room in the high heels as if I had worn them since birth....more
training!
"Perfect.....come with me," he commanded.
Dressed as I was there was no way I wanted to go out like this but I
simply followed. We passed through his offices were I got lots of lustful
stares from the males and envious ones from the females....strangely this
made me glow inside. Like a gentleman he opened the passenger door of his
car for me and I slipped demurely inside.
We pulled up outside his house and he led me inside to be met by Mistress
Rebecca.
"Hello Mistress Rebecca." I did a perfect low curtsy.
"Oh wow she looks fantastic...." she gushed.
"And is Danny still in there?" She giggled looking me in the eye.
"Of course I fucking am!....you bitch!" I wanted to shout but my lips
were sealed.
It all became clear now, the New Year fuck had been a setup to get me in
a compromising position. Now that I thought about it, it was she who had
made the moves. Pathetically I had easily succumbed I mused....but then I
am....was a man, easily led by his dick!
They both looked on, a look of sadistic amusement on their faces as I
fought with my inner voice.
"Well time to earn your pay," quipped Master Jonathan.
"The house needs a good cleaning down and dinner needs to be served at
five."
Without instruction I got to my duties. For some reason I knew the house
like the back of my hand and was soon cleaning bedrooms and bathrooms. As
I cleaned I wondered if my year of training had included instruction in
this very house. It must have done considering the fact I knew where
everything was stored or should be stored. Making diner was another
revelation in that I knew exactly what they wanted.
And so I became their obedient slave, cleaning the house and making their
meals. I had my own room in the house stocked with all the clothes I
needed including several maids uniforms in different colours and
materials.....including rubber, my favorite being PVC! Most of the work
was sheer drudgery but the worst part was listening to them having sex
and then having to clean the room afterwards. Usually the sex sessions
came after they had made me do something demeaning. It seemed they got
off on this and to my shame I had started to do the same. Since my
arrival I had not been allowed to play with myself despite the constant
arousal of my knickers rubbing my clit......sorry my cock! Even when I
was alone I did not, in fact a I had a strange compulsion forbidding me
NOT to do so unless consent was given by my superiors. Something I railed
against every night as I tried to sleep despite the growing hunger for
release.
I met Samantha a few months later, Master Jonathan had invited her and
her latest boyfriend over for the weekend. Master Jonathan took great joy
in updating me on what Samantha had done over the last year.
"As soon as I had control of you I had you sign the divorce papers...."
He smirked at my crestfallen look
"Then I told mum you had left with another woman and demanded the divorce
and the money. She was livid for quite some time and totally put off
men," he chuckled arrogantly.
"Now she uses them for her own pleasure, and has had several lovers....
when they get too clingy she ditches them." He winked as he saw the look
of hate in my eyes.
When Mistress Samantha arrived I took her coat, she looked at me closely
before remarking to Master Jonathan.
"I didn't know you have a maid.....she looks familiar," she quipped.
"Oh yes we've had her for a few months, she does all the cleaning and
cooking giving us time to play," he beamed kissing her on the cheek and
winking at me.
"You should get a maid to help you with your chores....do you want to
borrow her." He grinned wickedly.
I blushed profusely.
"Jonathan stop it, you're making the girl blush," giggled Mistress
Samantha.
Over the day I served them all including Master Robert her latest lover.
Inside I was fighting the hardest I had ever done to let Mistress.......
no Samantha...my wife know it was me. But despite my efforts I could not
do it. In fact I realised my months of servitude had lessened my resolve.
I remembered Master Jonathan telling me about the feedback loop and
shivered at my fate. I served them all dinner and then served them drinks
before they all retired for the night. As I was going to my room Master
Jonathan stopped me.
"You will go to mom's room and kneel outside for the night in case they
need anything," He winked.
Obediently but reluctantly I did as I was commanded.
Kneeling outside the room I had to listen to Master Robert bring her to
several very loud climaxes, it would seem he had a lot of staying power
and a big cock I mused to my shame. Eventually it went quiet and I dozed
slight to be woken my Mistress Samantha leaving the room. She jumped when
she saw me.
"What are you doing there Davina?" she enquired.
"I am here to serve you Mistress," I simpered.
"Oh....well I need a glass of water." She smiled...trying to work
something out.
Please oh please, I hoped she would recognize me.....rescue me. Sadly she
turned and headed back into the room. I moved to the kitchen to get her a
glass of water, serving it on a silver tray. When I entered her bedroom I
was hit with the scent of sex and my mouth watered. Seeing me she pulled
the cover over herself and her satisfied lover, blushing slightly.
"Have you been there all night?" she quizzed me.
"Yes Mistress."
"Oh.....well.....thank you."
She took the glass from me and I could see she was trying to remember but
what she said next dashed my hopes.
"Go to bed now Davina."
Since it was a commanded I could do nothing else but as she bid, so there
was no more chance to make her remember. As I slipped into sleep I vowed
that I would try to make her remember, use a mannerism, or a phrase she
knew I would make.....but what?
The next day saw me up early making breakfast. As I was serving trying to
get Mistress....Samantha's attention Master Jonathan caught my eye. Did
he know what I was trying to do I wondered?
"Davina come with me," he intoned.
I followed obediently! Wondering as I did what he had in mind. He led me
to Mistress Samantha's room and I shivered as I followed him through the
door. The scent of sex struck me as I entered as it must have him.
Clearly they had had a morning fuck session and I lamented the days when
I had the same. Considering where we were I wondered what devious plan he
had in mind.
"It seems mom had a quickie before breakfast!" He chuckled.
I wondered at his off had comment but knew he had some new humiliating
and debasing task to set me.
"Time to clean up the mess," he commanded pointing at the bed.
In a daze I wondered to bed the scent heavy causing my mouth to water and
my clit to leak!
As I got closer I noticed what could only be a puddle of spunk on the
bed. Unbidden I leant forward saliva literally dribbling from my mouth
over my chin, I had an overriding compulsion to taste it. Try as I might
to fight it I could not stop myself. I raged inside dearly not wanting to
do this as my trembling finger reached out. I dipped my it into the cool
puddle of spunk and raised it to my lips. As I did Master Jonathan
chuckled behind me.
"Do you taste that......Daddy, it's the taste of mom's lovers
spunk!....." He twisted the screw heightening the humiliation
"Well what did you expect, it's been a year since I caught you fucking my
wife and turned you into a sissy gurl. You should be glad I found you a
place in my house as a sissy maid." He paused awaiting my answer as I
dipped my finger once more into the spunk before licking it clean
"Yes Master.....Thank you Master," I simpered now scooping the spunk into
my mouth!
"I know it's humiliating to clean up after their fuck sessions but you
see I have also made you addicted to spunk so it's all going to work out
fine," he snickered at my look of realization.
The salty, musky....dare I say it manly taste was indeed thrilling me no
end.
With a grunt of disgust he left me licking the bed sheet, ordering me to
change the bed when I was done.
After that things changed drastically for me. Not only did I have the
craving to pleasure myself it was also added to the lust for more spunk.
Indeed every time I served Master Jonathan or Robert I dreamed about
draining their balls of all his tasty spunk.
On the whole neither Mistress Rebecca not Master Jonathan used me for
sex. Mistress Rebecca loved humiliating me by making me her toilet slave
but much to my regret and humiliation was the fact that Master did not
use me. I so much wanted to suck his cock that it had now become an ache!
I realised as I hungered that I was slipping further and further into
servitude.
Then a ray of light came when Mistress Samantha agreed Master's offer of
loaning me out to her. As soon as I arrived at Mistress Samantha's house
I knew she was up to something though. She had me clean the house, whilst
she lounged around in sexiest lingerie I had ever seen her wear. I
brooded on whether it was to tempt me or for her lover! I was soon to
find out when late afternoon she called me to her.
"Go to your room and undress, I then want you dressed up lingerie only,
sexy and sissy as possible....." she giggled.
"Then stay there until I come and collect you."
"Yes Mistress," I simpered with a low curtsy.
She had been on edge all day and try as I might I had not been able to
make her remember me, now I knew why...she had some sexual use for
me....but what. I thrilled at perhaps a chance to gain release.....and if
it involved guzzling down some spunk all the better.....no I did not mean
that!
I returned to my room and undressed before putting on pink stockings that
ended mid thigh with a pink bow. Pink frilly panties, full at the front
to stimulate my sissy clit and with a heart shaped cutout at the back to
give easy access to my sissy pussy. With them a matching pink satin
corset to which I attached the stocking. Admiring myself in the full
length mirror I was pleased to see how girly and sexy I looked.
Early evening I heard voices in the house and then silence...then
Mistress came to my door. I followed her excitement making my heart
hammer because she was dressed only in fishnet stockings and black PVC
corset. I watched her bum wiggle deliciously as I followed her to her
room confident I was going to get some relief.
In her room I was greeted by the sight of a muscular black man longing on
her bed.
"Who the fuck is this?" he demanded.
Leaving me standing at the end on the bed she crawled onto the bed
beside him.
"This is Davina my sissy maid, Davina this is Master Joseph," she
introducing me.
"Pleased to meet you Master Joseph," I simpered performing a low curtsy.
"A fucking white fag boi," he growled.
"Yes babe....but a very obedient one..." She winked at me.
"...and you know you keep asking to fuck my ass..." She left this
statement hanging.
Shocked I realised she was about to pimp me out to this man. The changing
look on his face made me realised he was quite up for it!
"Well the bitch does look quite good," he rumbled.
She rubbed herself against him simpering.
"I bet she is nice and tight.....and so hot," she mewled.
As she was doing this she was kissing his nipple and fondling his cock to
life. I gazed at the twelve inch monster! and drooled....spunk, was my
overriding thought shamefully! Fighting the compulsion I realised now was
my last chance to save myself. Thinking hard I put my hands together
clicking my fingernails against each other. I knew this was something
that annoyed Mistress Samantha when we were together. She heard the
clicking and looked at me quizzically. My heart leapt at the look and
hope sprang to life!
"Davina stop that clicking," she commanded.
Of course I had to do as commanded but I could tell she was puzzled.
However her train of thought was broken as Master Joseph grumbled.
"Mmmm I always wanted to fuck a soft white boy ass," he chuckled.
Since she realised he was warming to the act of fucking me she moved
between the pillows and spread her legs.
"Come here sissy," she beckoned me.
Realizing my only hope of salvation had gone I reluctantly mounted the
bed. She positioned me between her legs my head down ass in the air
suggestively. The scent of her sopping pussy hit me and I almost forgot
what was going to happen to me. I was pulled out of my reverie as I felt
him mount the bed behind me
"Well it looks like someone is ready to be fucked!" He chuckled.
As he spoke Mistress Samantha lift my chin and gazed into my eyes.
"Oh Danny...... look what you've become," she chuckled, as my eyes popped
open in shock.
"Come on do you really think I wouldn't recognized you!"
"But Mistress!" I simpered.
"Do you think I would miss the chance to humiliate you since you
humiliated me by running off with some bimbo!" she grinned mischievously
I wanted to plead my case, tell her I had been set up by Jonathan....
Master Jonathan! It had only been a one night stand....a drunken fuck!
But I could say none of this due to the conditioning, instead I stared
into her eyes a beatific smile on my face.
"I don't know how Jonathan managed to turn you into THIS!......but then
you always were quite pathetic" she nodded to Master Joseph and I felt
his cock against my sissy pussy as I felt the shame of being verbally
abused by my wife....Mistress! I wanted to tell her I loved her and I was
sorry but she continued...
"You were quite pathetic in bed and as for your tiny dick, I simply got
no pleasure apart from when you licked my pussy" she winked, as she did
this she dipped her finger into her sopping pussy removing it leaving a
sticky string. She then wiped the juices across my lips before slipping
her finger into my mouth.
"So now I going to watch you slowly become a pathetic bimbo, just like
the one you fucked She snickered.
I gasped in shock realizing Master Jonathan had told her exactly how to
turn me into her obedient sissy slave! I then groaned in pleasure....
why?...because Master Joseph's cock had slipped inside me!
I had expected that considering its size it would have been painful but
then I remembered the year of training and realised that it must have
included taking lots of cock! I was also in for another surprise as the
bulbous head touched my prostate. This must have also been tweaked
because the pleasure I felt had me keening with joy. Mistress Samantha
looked on gloating at my sex slack face.
"Oh Danny I can't wait to see the resistance drain from you, just a
little bit as my stud fills you with hot sticky spunk!..." she growled.
To Master Joseph she demanded!
"I want to know when you're about to cum."
"Sure thing babe," he snickered ramming his cock in to the balls.
I screamed in pleasure as my prostate felt every ridge and vein!
Mistress Samantha grabbed my head and mashed it into her sopping pussy
and unable to help myself I lapped eagerly at her juices. As I did I felt
Master Joseph withdraw, as he did I groaned my pleasure. Reaching between
my legs I felt my sissy clit. It was dripping profusely so I rubbed
harder causing it to squirt into my hand. Since Mistress did not stop me
I continued to rub as I brought Mistress to several climaxes I also
listened with joy and trepidation knowing Master Joseph was about to cum
and what it would mean
"Here it comes babe!" he growled.
Mistress Samantha once again lifted my chin and my lips came away
reluctantly and stickily from her pussy to meet her gaze......she winked.
"Of fuck.......YEAHH....YEAH...YEAH!!!" he grunted.
I literally felt his hot stick spunk filling my bowels and as I did my
resistance dwindled to almost nothing
"And there he goes!" She chuckled.
The little voice was there but small and muted as Masters cock popped
from my well fucked sissy pussy. Without a thought I crawled between his
legs and cleaned his sex slick cock before introducing it to my
Mistresses pussy. I then watched with a glow in my heart as he fucked her
to several orgasms.....before cleaning his cock again and Mistress's
sopping spunk filled pussy....the flavor delicious.
After this I became Mistress Samantha's live in maid. I did all the
domestic chores and was used for whatever sexual need Mistress had. She
quickly realised I was also getting pleasure from getting fucked or
sucking cock so she ordered me not to play with myself.
So began a new period of frustration which had me begging her for
release. She in return found the most debasing acts for me to perform
before I was allowed to rub my clit. Within a month I was her complete
maid and humiliation junky! Of Danny.....there was no sign!
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