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I read all the emails, and it’s true I didn’t put too much effort in my last story. So, here is another one that I took more time in writing, hope it’s of better quality.
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*Cling Cling*
Just the sounds I’m used to waking up every morning, the sounds coming from my bell collar, like the ones people have their pets wear. My Mistress said I was too quiet on my feet in the new mansion she moved us all into a year ago; however, I think it’s just another way to degrade me further. It was hard getting used to taking care of such a large house, I always knew she did well for herself, but I never figured she was this rich. In the end I adapted quite nicely, well of course I did, by now I’m a natural at my only purpose in life, being a maid that is. Let me backtrack a little though, when I was young, believe it or not my life was far worse. My mother was a junkie; she’d leave us, me and my younger sister, with total strangers for days while she was out looking to score. We’d always be around dangerous people, always ignored. Anyway, I don’t exactly know much of the details, but her older sister somehow caught up with us and offered to help. I was ten then, and just like that we went from living in the ghetto to moving into a suburban area. Aunt Victoria sent mom to a rehabilitation resort, or so I was told, but to this day I’ve never seen her again. At first everything was fine, well actually I did feel some weird vibes coming from my Aunt and her daughter, but I always brushed it off as nothing. Things started to change though 6 months in, around that time her then 2nd husband died of a suspicious heart attack, after that incident everything went downhill. At first it started with little things, my bed was moved to the basement to allow more space for my sister, I was also expected to do a lot of chores around the house even though the girls never had to do anything. Yet, I never complained because anything was better than my previous life. Things got a weirder when my sister started to go to school, and I still stayed home doing chores. My aunt said that they only had a girl only private school in the area, I of course believed her. Later on, instead of buying me new cloths she’d just hand me down her daughter’s outgrown cloths, it was humiliating but what was I to do. Not to mention, even if she was older than me, she was still petite. The girls never missed a chance to tease me about my predicament. It wasn’t until my 11th birthday that I realized I was in trouble. No one said happy birthday to me, I never got anything, not even my own sister said anything, and she of course by now was molded into one of them. Rather than getting cake, I was instructed to start taking these pills she gave me daily. Furthermore, I was now expected to do all of the housework, including cooking which I had to learn by trial and error. She also told me that people didn’t need to know who I really was, that I will now be just known as May, a girl she took in from a troubled family… My sister on the other had got adopted by her. I always was a rather skinny effeminate looking boy, so no one ever suspected anything. There you have it, over time things just degenerated from there, in my teens I totally forgot how to read, and I never learned how to write in the first place. Math and numbers in general confused me, but I could cook like a chef, and other then my penis between my legs, you couldn’t tell if I were a boy even If I were naked in front of you. The drugs sure did work perfectly, at 15 I had to start calling everyone in the house by the title Mistress, I just followed all orders by now, never questioned anything anymore. I never had much of a will to fight, but if I had anything it would have been crushed at this age. If they’d told me to jump, I’d jump, and then ask if they wanted me to jump higher, that’s how I was. My sister for her part, who was 11 then didn’t see me as her brother anymore (sister in this case), just the household maid. However, as the ultimate form of humiliation, she would call me brother; nothing stings to the core then being called brother when you’re kneeling in a French maid’s uniform by your sister.
I’m now 18, at least I think so, I don’t keep tracks of these things anymore. I’ve grown into quite a beautiful ‘girl,’ tall though 5’11”, but my measurements are supermodel like 37-23-34, weighing 120lbs. It was my duty to maintain this fashion model like physique though. Like a car, they want all their properties to be the top of the line, and that’s what I am.
In any event, I have no time to waste today, with a bigger house I have to get up much earlier, and if I don’t hurry I’ll be late on my work. I have short hair (dark); it makes it easier for me to comb them, but mainly because my aunt doesn’t want me to have long hair like normal girls. After I comb my hair and fixed myself up a little, I have to put on the uniform I’ve worn for the past years since I was 15. The corset goes before everything else, hard to breath in but it’s now a part of who I am. For all that they did to me; they never locked my ‘clit’ (the term they use) into anything, nor cut it off. Mistress Victoria simply said that it was the only thing that separated me from a real girl, and at the end of the day I need to remain a freak of nature. It’s a daily reminder of what she has turned me into, and why I can’t ever hope to escape. Here is my clit, all 7” pointing up, don’t be mistaken though, it might not be locked, but I can’t pleasure myself ever. They’ll know because my balls are blue as blueberries, so much so they even refer to them as blueberries. Especially when unsuspecting guests are around, they’d say something like “if not, have to crush some blueberries tonight,” that’s code for me that I’ll get my balls canned if I were to screw up that night. So in times when I’m hard like now, there’s only one thing I’m allowed to do… Beat it with my duster. *WHACK* OUCH!! *eyes start to water* No matter how many times I do this, I can’t ever get used to the pain. *WHACK* Ahaaa! No shhh, I have to keep it quiet, have to bite my lips. *WHACK WHACK x9 really fast* Hmmmm!
*After a few minutes to recover, whipping away the tears. * My poor dick, I’ve done this so many times that by now they look more like hotdogs with grill marks all over them. Once my dick is flaccid, I have to tuck it along with my balls in between my legs, sticking it out behind my ass. Only then can I put on my only pair of latex panty I’ve ever worn for about 2 years now. It’ll hold them there in place; I need to do this so that it’s flat where it normally should be. On the downside, I have to stick out my ass more, arch my back, and also stick out my boobs. Also considering the fact that I wear high stiletto heels and you can imagine that I walk around like I’m a bitch in heat all the time. But, I’ve got it mastered; I can walk on catwalk with the best of them any day. Yet it’s humiliating the way men that come to the house lust at me all the time. I can’t sit either, or I’ll crush my balls doing so, but I’m not allowed to sit in chairs, only kneel, and stand when guests are around so it doesn’t really matter. After that, the usual stockings, the heels, the French maid uniform (my only one), and a headband to top it off. I have to adjust my cleavage so it looks good, my auntie told me she paid good money for my transformation so I have to be displayed properly for all to admire (like I was a painting my aunt owned), I’m basically a maid right out of a man’s sexual fantasy. To make matters worse, the skirt is also really short, none the less over time I’ve learned to move around while always being a proper decent lady, as I’m expected to. Voila, I’m ready for another day of abuse.
My fist task consists of waking up the work slaves, turns out my aunt has a habit of marrying rich men and turning them into slaves, while living of their money. They do the physically demanding jobs around the house, and are stored away when people come over. I don’t really care because they make my life easier, the more slaves she brings in the better for me. It’s also nice to know that I could be worse off, overall I’m treated better then these work slaves, I actually have a bed to sleep in and MOSTLY only punished when needed not randomly and often for fun like them. Also when no one else’s around, they take orders from me. I’m physically too weak, you’ve probably figure that much knowing my physical stats, so I have to get them to help me out in my daily work. I used relate with them, in that we were all in the same situation more or less, but over time I realized they don’t care for me, they used to never listen to me when I was alone, and I’d get punished for not doing my job by my owners afterwards. So now I see them as nothing more than inferior creatures as well, I was recently allowed to use a whip on them if they don’t follow my instructions, evidently they now listen. They’re a sad bunch; their tongues are cut off so they can’t talk… They are kept in a secrete chamber in the basement, each squeezed into dog cages for the night. I have to release them one by one, their bodies are full of whip marks, faces hooded, and locked into CB-3000 for life. After I release them from their cage, I have to spread their ass cheeks apart, and insert a tube into their anuses, so I can give them their daily enema. They’re only allowed 2 times a day to do their business. One in the morning, on in the afternoon, and if they have to go at night they can do it in their cages, and they do… It smells so bad in here. Since the cages are stacked on top of each other, it’s not surprising to see some covered in shit in the morning. After letting the hot fluid go in fully, they have to get on all four and stick their asses up and shake it well, after which point they can release into a bucket.
Next, they must be gathered in a group and hosed down to clean off any shit residue and whatnot; can’t have them dirty up the mansion. *WHIP!! “MMMM,” the only sound the work slave can make* Fewf, one of them came a little too close to me. Like I said, I treat them the same as my owners do, I don’t take any chances, secretly I sort of enjoy this tiny little power I have. *WHIP! WHIP! More odd sounds of pain were made by the creatures without tongues* I had to whip them a little more, just to keep them in their place. Afterwards, they are to go to work on all four, they were trained to walk on all four at all times, only allowed to stand on two legs if the work demanded of them. More ways how my cunning aunt dehumanizes people to remove any will to fight. *WHIP!! A pig like squeal from one of the work slaves* I couldn’t resist a good whip into the juicy big enflamed balls of one of them, watching large balls dangle in front f you, just something so tempting. Go on piggys, keep moving! Crap, that whip caused that shit creature to spill out some piss… Karma is a bitch, well I have to clean that up, only way I know how, get down on all four like a dog, and lick it off clean. *Slurp Slurp, on all four May licks, tasting the urine and all the dust and filth found on the floor sticking onto her tongue, only to swallow them* It’s not that disgusting as you might think, I’m used to licking a lot of things clean: floors, shoes, feet, dirty assholes, toilet seats, dicks... My tongue is a long and flexible tool, I can reach places most people can’t, but when you’re trained since an early age on to do so, it’s only normal. Hmmm, I’m a little horny after that, if you feel sorry for me, don’t be. Over the years, I’ve come to love being abused and used by my Mistresses and their friends, it’s probably more of a survival technique, but ordered around to do things that would fry a normal person’s brain by your own family always reduces me to a horny little cockslut. At the same time, a part of me is totally ashamed of what they turned me into; I especially catch myself in tears when working and taking orders from my sister. My aunt and cousin are total strangers to me, I’ve never met them before all of this, but my sister we have a history together at a time when we were normal with each other…
Afterwards, I have to go to the kitchen and ready breakfast for Mistress Victoria (my aunt, 45), Mistress Katy (cousin, 17), and Mistress Annabelle (my little sister, 15). If there are red magnet stripes on the fridge it means they have people (usually lovers) over, so I have to prepare a plate for them too. For the work slaves just a ragout of leftovers (keyword: garbage), with a hint of their fecal matter from any nightly mess (my auntie is not a kind woman), they of course don’t know that (that’s the ‘fun’ part for my owners). If people are joining in though I have to lock them up again, and food is no guarantee in that case.
I can now go upstairs, aside from the usual tiding up, I have to go to each of the mistress personnel bathroom and prepare a bath, then lick clean the toilet seat, and subsequent floor surrounding it. You can imagine why I have to get up so early.
It’s now finally time to wake them up, I must start with my aunt, the ritual is the same when no one’s staying over. Go to their feet, get on my knees and start licking the feet till they wake up. With one lick I like to cover as much of the sole as possible, then work my way in zig zag to make sure the sole is clean, then go deep in between her toes and suck each one by one. *SLAP* Ouch! A hard hand slap to my face, with natural like reflexes I simply say thank you Mistress. “May, is my bath ready?” She asks, I reply yes while never stopping licking her feet. “Good, now work your way up to my pussy,” she ordered. I slowly work my way up never removing contact with her skin, when I reach her pussy I lick her outer lips slowly, saliva drools from me like I was a wild animal with rabies. For a 45 year old woman, she’s keeps herself in good shape, all though signs of age are starting to show a little, but overall she’s a hot ‘milf,’ as her young studs she fucks with would say. By now I have my tongue deep into her pussy, she as always grabs my head by the hair hard and shoves me in, I’ve learned to hold my breath a long time so it doesn’t bother me. After she cum’s violently, she kicks me off, I fall back but get on my knees quickly. “Good pet, did you have any trouble today?” Not really Mistress, I did whip the work slaves a bit. “You can kill them for all I care, I’ll just get some more, I have my eye on a new one actually. Now, go wake the other two and wait for us at the dining table.” Yes Mistress, with that I’m off to waking the next owner.
My young cousin Katy is second to be woken up, when I enter her room, Katy is all ready up. “Get me a cigarette slut!” Luckily, I always keep a pack for the ladies in my cleavage. “Open your mouth.” Part time ashtray, that’s another duty of mine. After taking all the ashes of the whole cigarette she finally puts it off on my tongue, it always burns no matter how many time they do it. I of course have to swallow it all. “Good girl, turn around and spread your legs now.” I know what’s coming, but orders are orders. *WHACK* OUCH! A hard slap right into my blueberries, “that was for not licking my feet as you entered, rituals are rituals, even a stupid creatures like you should be trained by now for them to be second nature. I’ll let this one go, I have better things to do today, but never make a mistake again!!!” Oh no, she’s right, stupid stupid me. Yes Mistress, I am sorry Mistress. White a little more kissing of her feet I’m sent away.
Lastly, I have to wake up my sister… These futile blood bonds are long over, she sees me as nothing more than an object. Maybe it’s her age or I don’t know but she’s the cruelest of them all, she abuses me more than any of the others. I go up to her and start licking her feet, *SLAP* that burns but I keep licking. “Enough licking you little shit! Bitch wants a cookie?? HUH?? Do you?” For some reason, she enjoys treating the work slaves like dogs, and me like a bitch. Woof Woof, that’s all I can say in this game. “Yes she does, open wide!” She gets up and pisses into my mouth; I swallow the hot urine quickly as it pours into me. “Good little bitch, now go wash your mouth with toilet water… ” So I walk out of there to a free bathroom on all four, I’m a bitch at the moment after all, to drink up some toilet water to ‘clean’ my mouth.
Downstairs, they all eat quietly, when my auntie speaks: “May, I’ve finally decided to lock you up, not that I don’t ever doubt that you’d disobey me but its these little shit maggots around you that I don’t trust, so make sure your in the trunk of the car by 3pm to go to a friend of mine.” Yes Mistress. Suddenly, the door rings, I quickly hurry my ass to open it. It’s Dr. William; he’s the family’s doctor. Welcome Master; let me please take your coat. Dr. William always had a thing for me, I don’t know why, well I do look stunning but with him it’s more like a fetish. “Ah Dr. William, what a surprise, want some breakfast?” asked my aunt. “No, I’m just here on business I’ll need to talk to you after in private, but for now I guess I’ll take a coffee.” I set him up and offer him some coffee, and then as I go back to the corner, he pulls me by my hand. “Where are you going little girl?” Like I said he has a thing for me, “let’s just drop that panty off of you shall we?” “Dr. William, you dirty old geezer!” said my cousin, “it’s just a toy, what do I care, I’d never do this with any real lady,” the doctor replied. He makes me sit on his lap, like any kid would be sat on Santa’s lap, and makes me relax my head on his fat chest. Afterwards, his dirty big hand (he’s quite fat for a doctor) goes in between his laps under my legs to reach my erect Clit still hanging in between my thighs in the back. As everyone just chit chats along as nothing abnormal was happing in the house, he slowly strokes my cock, just ever so slowly; I just stare at the wall while this happens. After a good 5 minute of my getting milked teasingly never allowing a single drop of cum to pour out, my sister calls for a work slave, one comes to her, “go open your mouth under the fucktoy, I don’t want months of cum to just explode on the floor!” There I am sitting on a fat old doctor’s lap getting my cock stroked under my skirt, while a filthy creature has its mouth open under my cock, all along people just eating and talking. *AHH! A subdued, silent climax* For the first time in 7 months, hot gooey fluid drips slowly out of my dick as I’m being milked like a cow by a man, and the slave under me, to do its job properly it sucks on my cock’s head like a baby cow would suck on its mother cow’s tits for milk. All along, I just held on to Dr. Williams like I was his hoe sitting on her sugar daddy. “Don’t make her blueberries go away Doctor” said my aunt, at which point he stopped. He then kicked the work slave away and slowly and gently, as if nothing was, pushed my head down. As he forced my head, I calmly dropped to my knees. I knew what to do. I unzipped his pants, and slowly stroked his cock, after it was rock hard; I placed my hands behind my ass. I’m an expert after all. First I circled the head with my tongue, and then only taking in the head in my mouth I moved my tongue like a snake would, all along building a good amount of saliva (like it was a juicy stake and I was really hungry)… Then I took in slowly the whole cock, deep into my throat. In and out, ever so slowly because it’s important as a maid when giving head to guests, that I keep them happy for the whole time their sitting there. When he was soon about to get up, he gave me the sign by taping my balls with his feet. That’s when I sucked all the air in, and moved faster and faster. Till he exploded inside my mouth, cum slowly dripped out of my mouth, but like a good cum dumpster I quickly swallowed everything and licked him clean. Put his pants back on and stood up out of the table. “I see you’re still hard, you know what to do hehe” said my sister, and indeed I did know what to do. I pull out my duster and proceed to hit myself while my aunt takes the doctor to her office, and the girls go get ready for school. Just another eventful morning, I wonder what the doctor is here for though.
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