For the next few mornings I would arise, sit on the toilet, shower and then,
naked and controlled, prepare breakfast for my Mistress. I would prepare her
clothes for the day on her direction, wash the soiled ones and cook and
clean while she was at the store.
I would make her a drink on her return in the evening and then present the
meal I had prepared. She ate in silence and I waited for her approval.
After I had cleaned the dishes and kitchen while she sipped a drink, I would
silently join her in the lounge room. Sometimes, I silently wondered
why I so easily slipped into the role of slave.
The first night after she had placed the controller on me, I had asked
permission to jerk off. Georgina refused and instructed that I was not to
ask anymore. It would be her decision and I would just have to wait.
Georgina then ordered me to kneel and service her with my tongue.
Slowly, I knelt and worked my lips up her stockings until, finally, my
trembling mouth caressed her panties. The sexual pressure was building up as
was my torment. She pulled her panties to one side, exposing her pussy to my
tongue. My poor cock attempted to swell to erection and I felt the tight
pain of being controlled. Georgina had smiled down at me when she noticed my
expression of pain.
Now, kneeling silently next to her, I waited her instructions. She glanced
at me over the rim of her glass. “Are you still my slave, Louis?” she asked
slyly.
I nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you enjoy being my slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I winced with the pain as my cock attempted to swell.
Georgina smiled. “You realise, Louis, you are a slave to all women.” I was
stunned, my head jerking upward to stare at her dark eyes. “All women,
slave,” she said softly. “If a woman commands you, you are to obey.
Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, my heart thudding and my cock in pain.
“Without question, slave. Instantly and without question. Or you will be
punished.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Georgina picked up a magazine while I waited hopefully, desperate for the
command that would take me down the road towards release. She ignored me for
a few minutes and then spoke coldly. “Lay out my blue suit for tomorrow,
slave. Run my bath and after you’ve done my washing, you may go to bed.”
I hung my head in disappointment. “Yes, Mistress,” I murmured, hoping
against hope she would change her mind and allow me to cum. She didn’t.
The next morning I followed what was becoming my usual pattern. After
Georgina left, I immersed myself in my chores, working through the apartment
naked and always on the edge of sexual excitement but, because of the
controller, not even getting close to fulfilment. I was desperate and even
though I knew it would cause me pain, I buried my face once in her soiled
panties and enjoyed her special perfume. My cock throbbed in its metal tube.
Mid-afternoon, the doorbell sounded. In a panic, I rushed around for a robe
and opened the door, the chain holding it slightly open. “Yes?” I asked
through the gap, peering into the hall.
A tall blonde woman in a mustard business skirt and jacket stood in front of
the door, a large bag on the floor beside her. “Yes?” I repeated.
“Hello, Louis. I’m Clarissa.” Georgina’s assistant!
“Uh, Georgina isn’t here,” I said hesitantly through the gap.
She laughed. “I know that. I’ve just come from the store.”
“She’s not here,” I repeated, starting to close the door.
Clarissa was next to the door in an instant. “Listen to me Louis,” she
snapped. “I know you are Georgina’s slave! I order you to open this door.
Now!” I was stunned and humiliated, and yet, Georgina’s words echoed within
me. “You know you have to obey me!” she hissed. I was a slave to all women,
I had no choice but to obey!
Slowly, I unchained the door, swung it open and Clarissa burst in. The door
closed behind her and her eyes swept over me. “Get rid of the robe,” she
snapped. Sheepishly, I slipped out of the robe and draped it
over the chair.
Clarissa smiled at the controller. “On your knees, slave!” I knelt in front
of her, a delicious feeling sweeping over me as my cock struggled against
the metal controller. How I longed to have it removed. “Today,”
sheannounced, ” is Georgina’s birthday. I’m going to give her a surprise
gift. And you’re going to help, aren’t you slave.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said meekly, staring at the sheer black nylon encasing
her legs.
“Follow me,” she said, leading the way into Georgina’s bedroom where she
threw her bag on the bed. She removed her jacket, revealing a simple white
blouse and opened the bag. Retrieving a smaller bag of items, she pointed
towards the bathroom.
Quickly, she coated my body from my throat down from a large spray can,
paying particular care to my groin. Soon, it was stinging and I started to
move from foot to foot. “Stop it,” she snapped. It seemed like an eternity
until she ordered me into the shower. “Spray it off,” she ordered and I
lunged for the taps. The water gushed over me removing the gel and, to my
horror, all my hair. Soon, I was completely hairless with my tingling pink
flesh exposed, causing my cock to push against the metal.
Clarissa held my chin and inspected me critically. “Shave, then dry
yourself,” and, with that, she turned on her heel and left the bathroom.
I remerged later and she studied my face. “You’ll do,” she announced.
“Here,” she said, tossing me a white lace garter belt. “Put that on.
Quickly!” she snapped and I clumsily fastened the belt around my waist. A
pair of white stockings with lace tops followed and Clarissa laughed as I
had trouble putting them on.
I looked at my smooth legs in the white nylon and I suffered pain in my
groin. Clarissa moved closer to me and tickled my testicles causing even
more pain. “You know, slave, if Georgina is pleased with her present, she
just might remove this,” she said, touching the metal tube of my controller.
“I bet you’d like that.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I groaned.
“Then, I don’t want any trouble from you, understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good. Now turn around.” Quickly, she fastened a white lace bra around me.
I blushed as she filled the cups with some plastic like material and I
blushed again as I gazed down at my large life-like breasts, my tortured
cock throbbing in pain.
Clarissa laughed when she turned me around to face her. “My, what big tits
you have!” She fastened a flounced white lace petticoat around my waist and
slipped a black French maids outfit over my head.
After zipping it up, she made me pirouette. I felt humiliated as the skirt
of the maids dress just covered my groin, displaying my stocking tops. I
knew, if the controller was removed, my hard cock would be constantly
exposed.
Clarissa giggled and produced a small padlock which she used to fasten the
top of the zipper on the outfit. I couldn’t remove the dress without the
key. She beckoned and I followed her into the bedroom where I sat in a chair
while she started applying make-up to my face.
It took a long time and my cock ached the entire time. A blonde wig was
placed on my head after she had painted my lips with bright red lip-stick.
“There,” she said, moving me towards the mirror. “What do you think,
Louise!”
I was stunned. I knew I was never as masculine as other males but the
difference was made clearer to me. A woman stared back at me from the
mirror, a sluttish woman with dark eyes, a blonde wig and bright red lips.
“Don’t say anything,” she whispered. “Go get your collar and handcuffs.” I
did so and she fastened my wrists behind me with a click, the change in
posture forcing my breasts forward. Slowly, she locked the collar around my
throat. “Kneel,” she ordered and I did so, looking up at her as she admired
me. “Amazing,” she said, almost to herself. “Absolutely amazing.”
There was a long moment of silence. “I have to try those lips,” she
whispered. Clarissa unzipped her skirt and laid it carefully over the bed.
She was wearing sheer black pantyhose and, as far as I could tell, no
panties. My punished cock ached. Clarissa kicked her shoes off and pulled
the pantihose down. I gaped in astonishment at her cleanly shaven pussy.
“You like this?” she smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs wide,
shaven pussy pinkly gleaming. “Lick, Louise,” she commanded. “Lick me with
those red lips.”
I moved closer and ran my tongue around her labia and she groaned. Out of
the corner of my eye, I saw our images reflected in the wardrobe mirrors,
two woman enjoying sex with bondage. A blond maid/slave was giving her
mistress pleasure.
Clarissa moaned as my tongue probed deeper, her juices covering my face and
her fingers stroking my blond wig. She pulled be back slightly and I looked
up at her, her shiny wet pussy inches from my face. “Kiss me, slut,” she
huskily said. “Kiss me with your red lips.” I closed my mouth, pursed my
lips and gently kissed her clitoris, the lipstick running into her juices.
Clarissa shook, moaned and pulled my face deeper into her cunt. My tongue
kept up with her urgent thrusting as she moaned, heaved and came with an
exhilarating rush.
Silently, I continued to gently wash her pussy with my tongue as she slumped
on the bed. She sat up and cupped my chin with her hand, her wet and
shinning pussy inches from my lips. “Louise,” she murmured, “your lipstick
is smudged.” Clarissa pushed me away and scooped her pantyhose up on her way
to the bathroom. She returned in a short while, pantyhose on and make-up
corrected, looking the professional assistant once again.
A quick motion of her hand and I followed her into the bathroom. Once again,
I sat on the chair and stared at the sluttish woman, lipstick smeared by
pussy juice who stared back at me from the mirror. Clarissa corrected my
make-up and led me into the lounge room where she motioned for me to sit on
the sofa. From her bag, she produced two leather restraints which she
strapped around my ankles and clicked a short light chain between them.
With a flourish she produced a pair of high heel shoes and placed
them before me. “Get up,” she commanded , helping me to struggle to my
feet. “Put them on.”
The shoes were difficult of put on but I managed, the chain limiting me to
short steps. “Kneel,” she commanded and I did so.
Clarissa gathered her things and smiled down at me kneeling in the middle of
the floor. “What a birthday gift,” she breathed as she tied a ribbon with a
card around my neck… “Georgie will be so pleased.” With a giggle she swept
out the door, closing it behind her.
I glanced in the mirror. The slut in the reflection pouted her glossy lips
and my cock surged against the restraint.
Trembling with anticipation, I waited for my Mistress and my new life.