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.

       I’m dusting up the library while everyone’s out, I don’t think they went to school or ‘work’ as usual though, but none of that concerns me at the moment, I’m more preoccupied with what was so important and secret enough that the doctor couldn’t talk about it in front of the others.  My aunt hardly keeps anything from the other two, and most business is talked openly, even with us slaves present.  Like we’re ever a treat…  Books, I don’t even know if these are English books that I’m dusting, I can’t read after all, but it doesn’t matter because I have no use for books, those are for free people.  I just have to keep them dust free.

       Time passes slowly without any superiors in the house… *Ding Dong* the door bell?  Odd, everyone knows no one of importance is around at this time.  I walk as quickly as I can in these stilettos to gather up all the work slaves back into their chamber.  *WHACK!!  A hard and cruel whip from 5 feet away to the back of one of the maggots by May* Quickly you cocks, back into your cages now!  Maybe that whip was a little excessive, they know by now to run back to their cages at times like this, but I have to make sure they don’t try anything; it’s my life on the line as well.  *With a cruel rage, May whips the slaves randomly and with great speed to hurry the four legged creatures’ paste to their destination; they don’t walk down the stairs, but rather fall in and pile on top at the bottom.  May, locks the door and walks over to greet the unknown guest.*

       “Oh my, you’re one fine bitch aren’t you!”  A tall black man stands in front of me, taller than me, at least 6’3” and well built too; did he just call me a bitch?  Not that I’m insulted, but I wasn’t expecting this.  Without further hesitation, my Mistresses aren’t at home presently sir, but may I inquire on the nature of your business please?  “And well trained, listen here I’m not a salesman, I’m a guest at this house so invite me in” I wasn’t told of any guests, but out of fear of punishment, I greet him in and take his coat.  “Wait for the lady as well, I need to take a piss,” said the new Master (apparently).  Out of the car a woman steps out the other guest, my brain rushes uncontrollably, it can’t be; it’s my mother!!!!!

       No, please let it not be her, maybe she just looks like her, it’s been a long while since I last saw her, maybe I’m mistaken.  But as the familiar lady walks closer towards me, there’s no doubt it’s my mother.  What do I do, does she know, if not do I tell her of all the cruelty I’ve faced at the hand of her big sister, is this my chance at freedom?  Can I even be free after all these years of enslavement, and under my special conditions can I afford to be free?  Every possible thoughts, all the questions, and things to say rushes trough my head, all along I’m begging to myself not to submit this time.  Not now, I can’t be like this with my mother too, please I must fight my years of taming, I must…  But the closer she got to me, the more my slave sides took over, my last remaining will to fight submits.  I convince myself that after years of slavery my old self is dead, in any case can I truly tell my mother the truth, after this long she comes out of rehab and for me to put this burden onto her.  So I fought back all my rivers of tears backs, and simply:  Hello Madam, can I please take your coat.

       She stares at me while I take her coat, I can’t really see her eyes with those thick designer sunglasses, I simply stand in front of her waiting after putting away her coat.  “My goodness!” she exclaims, did she recognize me!?  ”I knew what I agreed to, but to see you like this, it’s shocking and scary!”  What!?  I’m confused, what does she mean by she knew what she agreed to!?  Did she know all along!?  Pardon Madam?  Only words that my maid self filters out, leaving locked away all the anger I really feel inside.  “You must be really confused honey, make me a tea and meet me in the living room…”  I hurry to the kitchen to make them some tea; I couldn’t help the tears falling into the tea cup, even though I’m done with the tea I kept stalling in the kitchen not prepared to hear whatever she had to say.

       I walk in and both of them are sitting, flirting with each other, and my ‘mother’ giggling.  “Ah some tea, please come sit next to me I have much to explain,” I sat next to her with my heart ready to die.  “Now now ‘May,’ that’s your new name right?  You know you’re supposed to kneel down on the floor, and not sit on the furniture.”  How degrading, your own mother telling you this, I knew she never cared about us much, but I always convinced myself it was a result of her drug addiction.  “Oh honey, don’t cry, you see I was in a bad shape, so when my sister contacted me and offered to help I felt it was finally my chance to get out of that shit hole, and save you and your sister as well, but my sister had a condition…”  I just stared at the wall listening to the horror of my predicament.  “Well she didn’t have a problem taking in your sister, but she didn’t fancy boys so she’d only take you in if she could put you to work around the house, you have to understand that at the time I didn’t realize just how she’d use you!  I just figured helping around with chores, but at the resort she’d send me letters on your progress till one day she came to see me about adopting your sister in order to offer her the best life she could ever dream of, and also taking me in into her house, only under the conditions that I agreed to let her do this to you…”  And you agreed you cruel cunt, of course those words never came out, but only more blank stares.  “Don’t be like that, if you were still out there you’d probably be dead, you and your sister, or worst in prison as someone’s bitch.  Either way, you’d ended up someone’s bitch.  This way at least, your sacrifice provided a good life to your sister and I, and you yourself have a good life.  Look at you, your pretty like a supermodel, and not like a sissy boy like you used to look like…  The mean streets would have eaten you up.” That’s her reasoning?  What did I ever do in my past life to deserve such cruel women surrounding me?  “You can say that again, she sure is sexy like them Victoria’s Secret angel’s!”  Said her new boyfriend (I suppose), “oh now Troy that’s my… never mind, come May let it out, let your pain out this one time…” rather than let my anger out, I simply laid my head on her lap and cried away.

       My mother, the woman who gave birth to me, sold me to slavery for a life of luxury for her and her daughter.  Yet, I can’t hate her, as I cry on her lap, the thought of seeing her again after so long still rejoices me.  She’s no longer an addict, she looks happy; at least some people are…  The moment didn’t last long; my sister came back, they all did, she ran kicking me away to her.  As I suspected they didn’t really go to school… 

       “Mommy!!! You’re back!”  Just like that I went back to being the freak of nature slave maid, nothing to be concerned about.  Unlike me, she greeted my sister with multiple kisses and long hugs, she introduced her boyfriend to my aunt and the rest, they all talked away, me just standing in the background with my head bowed awaiting orders.

       “I presume everything is worked out?” my aunt inquired, “yes I think it is sis, May go fetch us some lemonade…”  my mom said, I looked at her eyes, and a sense of command took over her, the woman that allowed me to cry in her lap was no longer there.  Yes mistress, who am I kidding this is my life from now on, I should stop hoping for anything else, when I die I’ll probably serve them in the afterlife like slaves served their Pharaohs in ancient Egypt.

       “Wow mom, your boyfriend sure is cute,” said my sister as I walked in with the lemonade, “haha, I’m taken little girl” Troy sure seems to be a hit.  “Hey mom, watch this, this is so cool, hey cockslut strip naked now!”  Ordered my sister, and so I slowly removed all my clothing neatly folding them to the side, old trained habits die hard.  “Oh now lil sis, don’t look away, you have to get used to this if you’re going to live in this house, might as well do it now,” said my auntie to my mother.

       “Bitch, get on all four, arch your back, spread your legs, let those balls hang freely, make yourself presentable!!”  Ordered my cousin, “come now Troy, I’ve seen you stare at it all this time, come examine our bitch, we paid a lot of money for quality work.”  Troy walked near me and laid his hands on my back, and his other hand on my tits, like a judge at a dog show he proceeded to examine me.  Caressing his giant hands along the outline of my back to my ass and grabbing my cock along the way.  “Fine specimen you own here ladies, quite the workmanship, and a respectable cock for such a feminine creature; all tough I don’t think anyone would like a cock that has bruises and wounds all over,” commented ‘judge’ Troy.  “Oh yes, aren’t those tits just so succulent, haha I’m sometimes jealous of them, even though I still have time to grow, come on mom come pet it…”  My sister replied, sitting next to me fondling my breasts while petting my head.  “Go to mommy bitch, go lie down next to her!”  I walked on all four towards her and lied on my back to her like a dog would do.  “Go on sis path it, you knew coming here what to expect…” encouraged my aunt.  As I lay there, my mother with a disgusted face fondled my dick with her feet, almost rubbing them like someone might rub a dog’s back lying under them.  She then laid her other feet on my chest, feeling my breasts, “I have to say, it does look far better then what I imagined, I was expecting a monstrous she-man…”

       “Come here bitch, show our guests a trick!”  My cousin called over holding a large Champaign bottle, I knew what was expected of me.  I crawled over to her and took the bottle, then I kneeled in front them, all five sat comfortably awaiting a show.  I took my right hand and spit out as much saliva as I could on them, my hands were oozing with gooey saliva, then I proceeded to slipped it down towards my ‘pussy’ and started to lubricate it, all along my mother stared at me in amazement.  I slipped one finger, forcing it in and out to relax my anus, then stuffed subsequent fingers until my entire fist was in there.  All the time, sucking and licking the bottle to lubricate it as well, after which I pulled out my fist from my ass, settle the bottle on the ground pointing up and got on top of it.  With my two hands, I spread my ass cheeks wide apart, opening my anus as much as I could, and just sat on the bottle, slowly forcing it in, my eyes were tearing of pain, but my clit was rock solid.  “Oh my god it likes it!!  That’s gross…!”  Said my mother, the lowest point of my life, I pushed the bottle all the way to the bottom of it.  “Stop there, let the bottom stick out of your cunt, slut.  Now I want you to shake your bitch ass to make it pop HAHA, yes do it!”  The cruelty and degradation of my aunt never seizes to amaze me.  I got on all four and started to jiggle my ass like I was a 2$ hooker hired to please a room full of men.  The pressure kept on building, until it finally popped violently causing the bottle to blast out of my ass like a rocket, leaving loads of Champaign dripping out of my bloodied raped asshole.  “HAHA!!! The slut did it, it actually did it,” exclaimed Troy, and everyone else including my mother laughed.  “Good girl, bitch wants a treat??  Bark if you do, go on bitch bark!”  My sister commanded, I barked for her with little voice I had left battling the burning pain from my ass.  “Come here mother, lift up your skirt and urinate in its mouth, the bitch loves urine!”  My mother was stunned, “That’s gross, and I’m not doing that ewww.”  My sister was a little angry, “aww mom thinks that’s gross, well I guess you’ll have to settle for this then, open wide bitch!”  She dropped her pants and as I awaited her urine, instead she turned around and stuffed her ass to my mouth, and suddenly a foul hotdog like shaped shit dropped into my mouth.  “HAHA, you weren’t expecting that weren’t you, don’t you ever forget your place you cockslut.  Even mommy is in on it now, so never forget your place from now on, and also don’t forget your appointment about your clit at 3pm.”  Said my aunt, all the while my mother and Troy watched in amazement at me munching down my sister’s shit.  I guess it was only a matter of time before I was eating shit too like the work slaves, but at least they don’t know about it.  “What a mess you did, go wash your mouth, then come lick this floor clean… you shit eater.”  Said my mother as she and Troy were led out on a guide of the mansion.  

To be continue

       

       

       

       Today has been so far the worst day of my life.  Seeing my mother after so long of a separation only to find out I was traded into slavery by her ranks well above anything else I’ve endured so far, never mind the fact that I also had to eat my own sister’s fecal matter in front of her just minutes after my psychological murder.  Yet this isn’t enough for my auntie because it just so happens she scheduled an appointment with the doctor to have something done about my ‘free’ clit on the same day, if anything this is just probably is another mind game to remind me that having my mother around probably won’t change anything.  Not that I need any reminding, I think having my own mother ordering me to clean my mouth off after eating shit to lick up the mess I did on the floor is message enough.

       I wonder why now though, I’ve had my cock hanging free for this long, and that self beating solution worked so far (other than that my cock looking like a roasted hotdog).  I suppose I’m in no position to question, in a way I welcome it.  For sick and twisted reasons due to my conditioning, I can’t help but feel so horny from what happened a few moments ago in the living room.  Used by everyone as a freak show for their pleasure made my cock rock solid, all the veins popping, I fear that even tucked away and restrained by my latex panty that it’ll rip threw.  I can’t help but moan around on the floor like a super charged nymphomaniac slut in dire need on the ground twisting and turning knowing I can’t relieve myself hoping it goes away as I can’t afford to do the alternative since I’ve all ready beaten it two times brutally today.  One of the work slave assigned to this room is lusting at me, prowling around me like a hungry animal, stinking its head under my head at every chance…  No!  Stay away you filthy creature, I swear I’ll whip those balls so hard they’ll explode.  *May kicks away the slave with her stilettos several times before it backs away with bruises, not that it’s any distinguishable from the all ready badly beaten and punished skin of the creature.*

       3PM, it’s time to go; I have to hurry outside to the limo before auntie is ready, a proper maid should be always ahead of the Mistress to await her.  Here I am kneeled next to the limo’s door, waiting…  Sebastian, the limo driver is waiting standing next to me; he’s also one of auntie’s toys.  He used to be one her daughter’s classmate until he got his driver’s license, at which point auntie found a better use for him.  He’s wearing his usual chauffer uniform on the top for the people on the road, but fully naked waist down with his marvelous cock just hanging down, auntie likes him fully shaved hair and all.  From what I can gather she made him run away from home to come live in her garage, needless to say she has him well trained by now.  She uses him on the side as a sex toy as well; he’s still young (probably 17ish) though, but as he ages his faith will probably be on all four locked at night in tiny cages, eating his own shit unknowingly.  I suppose I should be ‘glad’ that thanks to my expensive medicated modifications my body won’t age away so easily, hurray a lifetime of hell!  Oh here she comes… with my mother.

Auntie:  Ah this is my own toy cock Sebastian, he’s also our driver, go to him if you need to go anywhere; he’s always in the garage.  Also if you need some on the side besides Troy, I’ll be fine lending him to you.

       Auntie takes his cock in her hand like a piece of meat and shows it to mom.

Auntie:  Look at this, as soon as I saw this when he was in the bathroom I made him run away from his house, this stupid inferior abandoned everything at the age of 16 to come sleep on my garage floor.

Mom:  God sis you sure have a lot of male slaves, you hate men that much?

Auntie:  HAHA, don’t be silly, I don’t hate men it’s just these are all inferior subspecies of the male species…   It’s their purpose to be used by us.  And I can smell inferior males miles away…

Mom:  Is that so huh, what about women then?

Auntie:  We women are all born superior; humanity needs us, unlike men.  Only a few are good enough to be free, the rest I always suspected to be nothing more than our subjects to be used, much like honey bees.  Their inferiority and submissiveness probably evolved a long time ago as a subspecies, but due to stupid patriarchy and political correctness they were regarded as normal equal human beings.  Well no more, I’m restoring the natural balance little by little, teaching ignorant women like you the true way and raising a new generation of girls the right way.

Mom:  Umm ok…

Auntie:  Take your son for example.  Don’t be sad about his status.  You’re just like a queen bee that gave birth to a drone, you should be proud that its being put to use for what it was born to be in life.  The slut is serving the greater good.

Mom: …Yea… I guess so, anyway are we going yet?

Auntie:  Right we should be going, Sebastian store the bitch in the trunk and drive us to Dr. Elaine’s clinic.

       With that she gave him a good smack on his ass, and then I was picked up by him, and thrown into the trunk without any disregard for my well being.  He hates me because unlike him I get to be inside the house, he’s restricted to the garage and the limo, unless auntie calls for him to her room, in which case I have to leash him there directly.

       The trunk is finally opened, oh god I feel so sour now, it’s bad enough I was squeezed right next to other junk and spare tires, but Sebastian’s driving tossed me all over the place.  Ah… Dr. Elaine’s clinic, she is the actual doctor that did all of the work on me, the lady is scary, she has no consideration what so ever for my well being, she just works on me like I’m a lifeless training dummy to toy around with.  She’s an old lady probably in her late 50’s, but like most women my auntie associates with, she manages to keep her figure.  I’m lead directly to her office, *WACK* OUCH!!!  *A direct kick in the balls from the doctor, May falls to the floor, not surprisingly his auntie could care less but shockingly his mother didn’t flinch either.*  “Why is the cunt dressed, it’s coming to see me why bother with the clothing, strip now you stupid bitch or it’s another kick.  I have actual human beings who need me more,” the doctor says in her calm poised tone uncaring that I’m on the floor in pain; yes Mistress is all I reply.  After I neatly pile my uniform on the table I’m locked up securely on the cold metal table…

Dr. Elaine:  Who’s this lovely new friend you have there?

Auntie:  Oh yes, this is my sister the one that was in a little trouble, but she’s all fine now.

Mom:  Hello…

Dr. Elaine:  Ah, so it’s you, I suppose this is also yours, how do you like my handiwork?

Mom:  Oh yes, you’re very skilled; I was expecting a she-man, but once I saw it I was blown away.  Now I wonder if my boyfriend lusts about it more than me. *giggles*

Auntie:  Anyway, I finally decided I want something done about its ‘freedom,’ the continuous self beating is starting to damage it severally, in the end it is my property, I don’t want something broken.

Dr. Elaine:  Let’s have a look.

       The doctor just picks up my cock with two fingers and pokes it with a metal stick.  It doesn’t hurt, but annoying.

Dr. Elaine:  Yes, it sure is badly bruised badly everywhere.  I suppose if you concentrate all your disciplinary actions on this spot alone it’ll look like this.  I think I have the perfect solution; I’ll do the same thing I did to my two sissy hubbies.  I’ll pierce its belly with a ring, another ring on its cock head, and then weld them together with a tight chain forcing the cock up all the time.  I’ll keep the dick under control by welding a Kali’s teeth bracelet right under the head, it can still get hard a little but boy will it hurt haha.  To finish it off, my favorite part, I’ll weld a zapper collar tightly around its ball forcing the testacles to remain outside always, and I’ll finish it off by contouring a conducting wire from the zapper to the KTB.  Best of all, it’s activated by the sounds of bells, the louder the bigger the shock!

Mom:  Oh wow, you are good!!

Dr. Elaine:  Well my nurses sure thinks so, the one with short black hair is my first husband, the redhead cunt is my second husband, real nurses now a day’s cost too much…

Auntie:  Those are slaves, my I never knew, no wonder they referred to me as Mistress!  You are good…

Dr. Elaine:  Now first I have to snip away its foreskin, foreskins…  No males should have those now days.

       WAIT what cut away my foreskin!!!???  AHHHHH!!!!!  *With little regard for May’s pain the doctor simply picked up his dick and started cutting away whit her tools while the nurses sponged off the blood from the table.  The only thing May could notice with his teary eyes was that his mother was becoming more and more indoctrinated into her sister’s world view, as she didn’t care at all for his pain, but rather chatted away with the three ladies while he was suffering.  In went the piercings, blood dripping, the pain wasn’t as worse as when she started welding the metals restraints together, the heat melted certain parts of the skin, at which point May simply fainted away in pain.*

       I slowly woke up, it appears I’m back at the mansion; well I’m in my room.  *Cling Cling*  Ouch, oh great…  The noises from my bell collar seems to cause the zapper to activate weakly, is this another horror I have to get used to now?  At this rate I’ll be continuously zapped every time I move, it’s mild but still very annoying.  I suppose my aunt all ready knows this.  Looking in the mirror, I have to admit, this configuration does look cute, but the reality is that this is hell on earth.  For one the cock ring and the belly ring are linked by such a short chain that it’s really forcing my cock to stretch upwards painfully, but to make matters worse the KTB and the conducting wires apply enough pressure to make me horny but every time my clit expands the spikes just dig into my skin… *Ding Ding Ding* AHHHOUCH!  *May falls to the ground shaking in pain from getting his entire genital area zapped.  “Ah you’re awake then, what are you doing staring in the mirror, you have work to do, also stop by my toilet I need the seat cleaned, Troy doesn’t know how to piss strait,”  my mom!  Yes… Miss…tress, right away.  “Actually before you go let me have a good look at you,” she finally gets around to examining me properly, she starts by first examining my breasts then sliding her hands towards my cock slowly, feeling my smooth skin.  With one hand she caresses it, causing it to get hard but the KTB subdues it, painful but I can’t stop her, I just stand exposing myself as best I can like a mannequin.  She then cups my balls, while her other hands slips in between my ass crack, massaging my anuspussy, and then finally penetrating it with one finger.  Without knowing, I agitate my ass to grind against that one finger as much as I can, I hate the fact that it feels so good!  “I suppose only your mouth and this hole here is at people’s disposal now with your clit permanently locked away, not that I presume your clit was to anyone’s use anyway, haha.”  She slaps me hard on my ass and orders me to get to work, with that she leaves me but not before saying, ”Troy wants to see you when you’re done with your chores.”