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Captured to be Sissy Slave Ch. 01

By: ForcedPhan



Part 1:

My story starts out with a casual weekend fishing trip. Fishing to me was a way to relieve my stress from a week's work. However, work was not the only problem that i had endured that week. I had a horrible break up with my girlfriend of six months. She claimed that I wasn't the man that she wanted me to be, that she preferred a more masculine type of boyfriend with a great body and someone with a promising career. I mean, I admit that i don't have the ripped abs like you see these macho men have on tv, or a great tan, or great hair. I'm actually the exact opposite of those men. I'm in my early 20's, about 5'5 and around 120lbs with short black hair. And no, my job as a box boy at a local market isn't glamorous, but it helps to pay the bill is have, or at least part of them. Karen, the now ex, was helping me pay rent and some of the utilities, but I guess now I have to figure out a new plan.

That is what really started this particular trip. I need time to clear my head of heart break, and also try to make sense of how I'm going to be able to pay the rest of bills. I mean, I do live stay in a crappy 1 room apt that is falling apart, but it is a roof over my head. 

As much as I've going fishing, I have never set out for this particular lake. My normal spot where I fish has not been a good fishing area recently due to a local drought. The water levels are incredibly low with no sign of it replenishing anytime soon. I got online and found this site that shows a beautiful lake with a plentiful amount of fish for the catching. Also, there were areas to set up camp. I thought this would be perfect. It was a good 4 hour drive from home, but I thought a good long get away would be just the thing i needed. I loaded my truck up with a tent, some camping gear, and my fishing rod and hit the road.

I didn't let anyone know that i was taking a little trip, that was my first mistake. Of course, i had no girlfriend to tell, don't have any real close friends, and my parents were out of town on a cruise for two weeks. However, i really didn't see the need to. If i needed to get ahold of someone, I had my cell phone one me.

The weather started out great. A bright sunny day, light traffic heading out of town, my worries and stress were already starting to go away. I was feeling pretty good. After a few hours of driving, I start coming into the mountain area. I also start noticing that my nice cloudy day it beginning to cloud up and I can hear some rumbling in the distance. Hopefully I'll be able to make it to a camp site before the bad weather makes it over this way. I start to ascend up the mountain, my little truck straining to make it up the steep hills. After a few minutes I notice the check engine light illuminate on my dash, and not long after that the engine started to spit and sputter. This is exactly what I needed. I pull off to the edge of the road just as the engine dies out.

"Perfect!" I shout hitting the steering wheel. I get out of the truck and walk around it while trying to calm down. I hear thunder growing in the distance. It won't be long before its right over me. Pulling my cell phone out, I see that i have no bars on this mountain. Of course it didn't occur to me that i might lose reception up here. I step out in the middle of the road and look both ways to try and flag down a car, but the highway it eerily dead. After a few minutes of standing in the middle of the highway, i walk back to my truck and get back inside. I try my phone again, but still no signal.

Not knowing what to day, i let out a sigh and lay my head back against the head rest rubbing my forehead. I'm over 3 hours away from home, with little money, no cell phone reception, a broken truck, and no other vehicle the eye can see for miles. However, oddly enough i had barely let that thought cross my mind when there was a tapping at my driver side window. It scarred the crap out of me. It took me a minute to figure out that there was a man standing right outside my door. He was a very tall man, at least 6 feet tall wearing a yellow rubber rain coat and holding a flash light.

"You having a problem here?" the man asks. I stumble my words, I just shocked that this person has snuck up on me.

"My engine died, not sure exactly what happened." I respond to him. He gives a little smirk. Not sure what that was about. He doesn't say anything after that, he just walks to the front of the truck and taps on the hood, implying for me to pop the hood. I lean down under the dash and after a few seconds pull the latch for the hood. I can see the man has a flash light, moving back and forth over the engine. After about a minute he tells me to come and see what he has found.

"Looks like you might have a dead battery. I see it all the time with this much corrosion on the terminals." he tells me while pointing at the battery. I know nothing of automotive and can neither confirm nor deny his findings.

"Is that something that I can fix here?" I ask. The man lets out a deep laugh like here just heard a great joke at a comedy club. I feel embarrassed immediately. I suppose that it can't be done. 

"Perhaps, if you had some cleaner for your terminals and a set of jumper cables, that might get you by until you can get a replacement battery. Do you have those things?" he asks eyeing me. I feel very uneasy standing next to him. I take a step back and tell him that I do not i which he tells me that he doesn't either.

"I'll tell you what, my place in only a few miles up the road. I have a car dolly that i can tow your truck with so that it can be repaired." He says starring down at me. It's a nice offer, but I have an uneasy feeling about him.

"Well...do you have a cell phone where i can call a tow truck?" I ask him. Once again he smirks at me with a little halfway smile. I don't know what is with this guy.

"Sorry, but no service on this part of the mountain." He tells me showing his phone to me. "Besides, it won't take but a few minutes to go and get the dolly." He continued after putting his phone back in his pocket. I feel very uneasy about this. This guy's words seem like he wants to help, but he is very intimidating at the same time. Then, i have an idea.

"How about i sit in the truck, and you can go and get your dolly. That way i can keep an eye on everything." I say. I figure I can stay locked up in the truck and then get towed down the mountain to a local shop while in the safety of the cab of the truck. I thought it to be a pretty good idea, but the man just shakes his head.

"Well, the only problem with that is I need help getting the dolly hooked up. I have an old car i want to fix up on it and it will need pushing it off first. Plus, I wouldn't worry so much about your truck" he says looking from side to side on the highway "I don't think anyone is going to ride by to see it. This is a very secluded road you're on. As a matter of fact, i was surprised to see another vehicle on it on my way home." At this point, the rain is starting to come down hard and he puts the cap from his raincoat on. "So, you can come help me help you, or you can wait it out to see when the next car that passes by is willing to help you." and with that he heads off towards his truck that is parked behind mine.

Oh, perhaps i was mistaken about him. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. He also has a good point about waiting for another car. I could be waiting for a while before that would happen, and even still, would that person be willing to help me like this man is offering to do. I really didn't want to spend the night in the cab of my truck, on the side of this mountain. I hear his motor start up and pull around my truck and back onto the highway. He pulls up next to me and cracks his window enough for me to hear him.

"So, you going to stay here in the rain, or do you want to come with me so we can get your truck moved?

I take one last look in both directions, then decide to go with him instead of staying in the rain on the side of the highway. I pop the door open and climb inside. The man has the interior nice and warm inside, much better than the cold mountain rain.

"Shouldn't take but 10 minutes to get to my place." the man says heading down the road. I look at him and shake my head in acknowledgement. I'm very nervous about being where I am and start to second guess my decision about climbing in this truck with this strange man. The man doesn't say too much after that, but he does keep looking over and eyeing me up and down. I'm not sure what he is doing, but it makes me very nervous.

"Thank you for the help." I say to him to try and break the weird silence in the truck. This doesn't do much, because all he does is give that smirk of his and eye me up and down once again. I'm really starting to get nervous when he finally gives a brief "No Problem."

After about 10 minutes, we pull up a very steep drive way. Its hidden very well and hard to see from the highway. It is a very long driveway, but we finally come up to a small cabin with a few out building around the back of the property. The man loops around the house and pulls up front of one of the larger out buildings.

"Let me just unlock the shed here." he says sliding out of the driver's seat. I do the same on my side of the truck and look around the area. The property is completely surrounded by woods. I can hear no traffic, no other people, only some wild life in the trees and some thunder in the distance. I turn back around in time to see him swing the shed door open. It's mostly empty from what i see, just a few shelves with a window on the left side.

"I opened that to get jumper cables and straps out of there, but i need help with the dolly that is behind the building." He says waving me to follow him. I do so, walking around the building to see an old vehicle resting on top of the dolly, just as the man had described. Perhaps I was wrong about him. "Just push on the front of it while i let the brake off and push from the driver door." I do like he asks and in no time the car rolls off of the dolly and the man resets the brake of the car while i try and wipe the dirt and rust off of my hands.

"Is that what you needed help with?" I ask him. The vehicle seemed kind of light. I'm not sure why he wanted help to push it such a short distance.

"Yes, that's it. I just have to hook up the dolly now and we can go and get your truck." he says walking up to the dolly. "But there is one more thing you can do while i hook this up." he continues. "I have some straps on the shelf in the back of the shed. Grab those so I can tie your truck to the trailer when we get back to It." he says. Before i say anything, he walks back to his truck and gets back in it. I walk to the shed while he backs his truck up to the dolly to prepare to hook it up.

Inside the shed, there were only a handful of shelves. I figure the one he was talking about would be obvious, but i say no straps. I lean my head out of the door. I watch as he hooks up the trailer to his truck.

"I don't see any straps." I say to him. He just glances back and tells me to try the very top shelf in the back of the shed. I turn back around and scratch my head and i look at the top shelf. It is about 7 feet off the ground. Looking around, I spot a step ladder in the back corner of the shed. Getting the ladder, i step up on it and peer at the very top shelf. The top shelf is empty, except an old cardboard box with nothing inside it. I yell at the man that there is nothing there, but I don't hear anything back. However, what i do witness is the shed door slamming shut while I'm still on the step ladder.

"What the fuck!" I say aloud. I jump off the ladder and go and knock on the door. "Mister," I yell while I pound on the door. Silence on the outside. I try kicking the door, but it doesn't give an inch. I'm just about to yell out again, but i notice some kind of smoky gas being vented into the shed. I pound on the door again, but to no avail. I back into the corner and put my sleeve over my mouth to try and stop it from entering my lungs. The smoke becomes very thick too soon and I begin coughing as I breathe it in. "Help!" I yell, but my plea goes unanswered. Not long after that, I black out from the gas.

I'm not sure where it is that I wake up, but it doesn't seem to be the shed i had been in. I'm extremely groggy and my body hurts. I try to take a few deep breaths, but something is obstructing my mouth. I moan as i struggle to stand up, but I'm not able to. I open my eyes and blink a few times to get the room to come into focus. It is definitely not the shed, it is some kind of room with concrete walls. There are a few shelves and tables around the room, also some devices that I've never seen before. A dim light comes through a tiny window at the top of one of the walls. The best I can tell, I'm in some kind of basement. After my eyes focus a little bit more, i notice the reason i can't stand up is that I'm in some kind of cage, just big enough for me to fit into on all fours. A chill runs through my body, at which point I realize that I'm no longer wearing any cloths. I roll over in the cage and examine myself. I am, in fact, completely nude except for a strange plastic device over my private area, which i might add is now hairless. My hands also find that a gag with a rubber ball is what is causing me not being able to breathe right.

"Elp..."I manage to choke out, though it is all muffled due to the gag. "umbody! Elp." I begin to panic. I'm more alert now. Turning back over in the cage, i begin to kick at the back of it, but the door doesn't budge. My hands shake the front of it, but that does nothing either.

"Well...Look whose awake." a voice says behind me. I notice it immediately. I turn my head behind me and find the man from the highway standing behind the cage. He has come down a stairway from I assume is the main cabin. He has a bottle of beer in his hand and takes a sip as he walks over to the front of my cage. "I was wondering how long you were going to sleep." He continues.

"Et me o" I choke out. "Ut de Uck is dis?" The man just chuckles at me as he grabs a chair from the corner and places it right in front of the cage. Sitting down, he takes another swig of beer and leans down till his nose is right next to the bars of the cage.

"Here's how it's going to be, little bitch, you're going to be quiet while I explain things to you, or you're going to be in for a punishment." he says taking another swig of his beer. I don't know what to think. The cage is too strong to break out of, and the only way to get away from him and this place is to get out of it. I just drop my head and shut my eyes.

"Now then, I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing in that cage. Well, you are in there for now so i can train you about your duties around here." the man says standing up and taking another swig of beer. Duties, what duties? "You see, I need someone around here to cook and clean and take care of the place." He says pacing back and forth. "I also need someone to take care of me and my...needs." The man says, putting a grin on his face and giving me a wink. I don't know what to think. My mind is racing and my body is still aching.

"Ease, et me o" I try to yell through the gag. This only angers the man. He walks over to the cage and slaps the front of it hard. I'm startled and jerk my head back from it.

"That just bought you a spanking later on, disobey again and see what you get." he yells at me. I'm shocked and terrified at his anger and lower my head again. "Now, I'm sure that you've noticed that you don't have cloths on, the reason for this is you no longer have need of those cloths anymore." He says chuckling to himself. I almost slip and mumble something to him, but I don't want to anger him anymore. He walks over to a table, picks up a box, and walks back over to me with it. "See, you are going to be my slave now, and this is what my slave is going to wear around for me." He says as he pulls a skimpy French maid out fit our of the box. He lays that on top of the cage and continues to pull out fishnet stockings, garter belt, and a set of heels that are every bit of six inches. I'm at a loss. I don't' know what to say, even if I could talk. A low whimper leaves me mouth. He moves to the front of the cage and sticks a key in the lock to the door. A few seconds later, the door swings open, and he motions for me to crawl out of it. I obey and begin to stand up, only to be pushed back down to all fours.

"I will tell you when you may sit, stand, eat, sleep, or anything else." he yells at me. I begin to tremble as he takes a seat back in the chair. "Now, stand and bend over my lap to receive your punishment." I don't know what to do, I hesitate, but this is not a good idea because he reaches over and grabs me by the torso and pulls me over his lap. "You will learn to obey me bitch." he says as slaps me hard on the ass. I scream as the pain comes with his blow. I expect him to stop then, but he continues on with four more spankings. "Now, do as your told from now on bitch, and you won't have to be punished, do you understand me?" he says rubbing my ass.

"Es" I moan out, only to have him slap me on the ass one more time. 

"Yes, WHAT?" I didn't know what to say to him. After a few seconds, he swats me on the ass and says "You will refer to me as Master from now on. Now, yes WHAT?"

"Es, aster." i am able to get out. He apparently is pleased by this, because I hear him chuckle and he playfully pats my ass. "Good Girl." he says. Oh, how I hate him. "Now, I have this little device on you, because slaves are not allowed to play with themselves without their master's permission." He tells me while patting the cage imprisoning my dick. "This is to make sure you don't get the opportunity. It is called a chastity device and it will fit nicely under your panties." I begin to sob as he pats my genitals and then rubs my ass. "You will make a fine maid for me." 

I thought that the gag, chastity belt, cage, and maid uniform were it, but I was wrong. With me still bent over his lap, he took his finger and slid it into me. I moaned in pain as he began to finger me in and out.

"Oh, so tight. I'll enjoy this new pussy after I get you cleaned out like a good bitch should be." He says again, pulling his finger out and giving me another smack on the ass.

"Now, bitch, I've forgot a part of your uniform upstairs. Go and sit at that table over there." he orders pointing at a chair in the corner. I stand up and walk towards it only to have him slap my ass as i walk by. He chuckles, then stands and walks up the stairs behind the cage. I hear the door shut at the top of the stairs with the sound of a dead bolt being locked into place. At the table he motioned to, I saw a whole line of different makeups. This sick bastard was serious about me becoming the sissy maid, fuck toy for him. I had to find a way out this new hellhole, I just needed to find it fast.

To be continued...

Captured to be Sissy Slave Ch. 02



I sat there next to the make-up table, waiting for the sick bastard to return from upstairs. I was freezing, considering I was in a locked basement and wearing nothing but a ball gag and a plastic cage around my cock. While I was knocked out, the man had removed all of my body hair and shaved the hair on my head. The next outfit I would be wearing would do little to combat the cold. The French maid outfit was so skimpy; there was no way that it would warm me up. The fishnet stockings would also have no effect on the cold. Although, I was hoping I'd be able to escape before any of that would happen. If could somehow, make it down to the highway, flag down a car, go into town, and have the police arrest this sick bastard for doing this to me.

As quietly as I could, I stood up and walked over to one of the two windows in the basement. They were roughly eight feet off of the floor. I stood on a box next to the wall so I would be able to look clearly out the window. There was not much to see, due to the fact that the glass was hazed. However, I could make out the silhouette of bars on the other side of the glass. Even if the bars were not there, I would have a hard time squeezing out of the small window. While still on the box, I heard the dead bolt unlock from the door upstairs. I jumped as quickly as I could back to the floor and back in the chair of the make-up table.

"Alright, I have something special here for you." He said walking down the stairs. I looked over at the man. In his hand, he was carrying a small black hoop with white lace around it, similar to the lacing on the maid uniform. He held it up closer to me so I could see it.

"Ut is at?" I ask through my gag. The words barely left my lips before I realize I'd made a mistake. In one motion, he pulled me out of the chair and with his free hand, gave me a swift slap on the ass. Another punishment from my new master. I winced as the pain seared up my back side.

"You only get to speak when spoken too, slave." He yelled at me. "If you have a question, you refer to me as master, and wait till I acknowledge you. If I don't, then you can take that as a 'shut the fuck up'. Do you understand?"

"Es aster." I choked out. It was scary how easily this man could be angered. His strength was also nothing to be sneezed at. From the size he was, to how easily he snatched me out of the chair, I would say he was as strong as an ox.

"Now then, this device here has a multiple function. You see, not only will it further accent your new uniform, it will also keep you in check if need be. If you decide to be a bad little girl and disobey me, or break any of my rules, you'll receive a nasty little shock from this collar that, depend on the intensity I set it for, will either cause you some slight discomfort or drop you to the floor." The man said. He had a wicked little smile across his face, I guess because I had a frightened look across mine. He began to move toward me with the collar opened up. I backed away at the same time. I had no idea where I was going to go, but I couldn't let him get that collar on me. Escape would definitely be more difficult at that point. The smile that was on the man's face was quickly replaced by a pissed off look.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. I backed up until I was pressed up against the wall. My heart was racing. There wasn't enough time to try and formulate a plan. I just knew that I couldn't allow that collar to be locked onto my neck. The man quickly walked over to me. He had his hand held out to grab my throat. Without thinking, I quickly ducked under his arm and raced toward the stairs. I felt his hand brush me, but he hadn't been able to get ahold of me. My feet reached the stair case and quickly raced up towards the door. I took them two at a time till I had a firm grip on the door handle. I pushed on the door, only to horribly find out that the man had re-locked it when he had returned to the basement. I guess I had not heard the lock because I was racing to get back to the make-up chair. I turned around only to feel the vice grip of the man's hand grip my throat. His grip was so tight, I was having trouble breathing. He carried me by my neck back down the stairs and over to the chair he placed in front of the cage. Once again, I was laid across his lap as I received ten brutal smacks to my ass. My back side was on fire. After he was done with the punishment, he placed the collar around my neck, which I then heard the click that locked the dreadful collar onto my neck.

"Now then bitch, try to run away again and see what happens." he said standing me back up. He marched me over to the vanity mirror that was on the make-up table so I could get a look at the collar. It was just loose enough for me to breathe, but there was no way I would be able to get out of it without the key. I noticed the man take a small remote out of his pocket and pressed a button on it. I instantly felt the electricity flow through my body. It hurt like hell, but I had a feeling that he hadn't used all the power this collar was capable of.

"I can use this remote anywhere to control that collar. Disobey me, and you can expect to feel that again." He said. I was speechless and terrified. The task of escaping from this place just became that much harder. I watched as he put the remote back into his pocket and pulled out a small silver key. I had hoped that it might be the key for the collar. Perhaps he had to take it off to change some settings or something, but I was let down and yet relieved that it was the key to the ball gag that was still in my mouth.

"Now then, I'm going to take this gag out of your mouth. Just remember you are not allowed to speak unless I give you permission, do you understand?"

"Yes Master." I say as he removes gag from my mouth. I take my hand and massage my jaw from where the gag was. He smacks it away and points over to the make-up chair, implying for me to go and sit down. Not wanting anymore spankings, I obey and take my seat at the table. In the mirror, I watch as he walks over to a cabinet and pulls out some sort of black object. As he walked back over to me, I noticed that it was a black wig. He roughly takes my head and positions it level and then places the wig on top of my head. It's a shoulder length girl's wig with short bangs in the front. After a few moments of tinkering with the wig, he removes it, only to put some kind of gel on my scalp. When he's done applying that, places the wig back on my head and does some quick adjustments.

"Don't touch the wig." He orders as he walks back over to the cabinet. I sat there staring at myself with this wig on. It scared me to think of how far this man was going to go with alterations. He returned a minute later with something he laid with maid outfit. He grabbed the wig and gave it a sharp tug. I expected it come off of my head, but quickly realized that the gel he applied to my scalp glued this thing to my head.

"Perfect, I hope you like your new hair. And if you don't, then too bad." He said chuckling to himself. He was really enjoying this way too much. It sickened me and I hated him so. He said moving around me to the make-up table. I watched as he picked some select items off of the table and laid it out in front of me. I noticed some perfume, lip stick, eye liner, mascara, and other items that he was going to use on me.

"Now, I will show you how to style your hair the way I want it, as well as apply your make-up. You will be expected to do this on a daily basis. If you don't do this, or do a half ass job, you'll be spanked. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master." I say rolling my eyes. Once again, I knew I had made a mistake and instantly feel him slap my face.

"You want to try that again, bitch?" he snarls.

"I understand master." I say with a cower to my voice. Oh, how I hated him. But I knew this was not the time to try and defy him, or try another escape attempt. I just had to stick this thing out a little bit longer and hope my chance to get away would come in the very near future.

My master started with some sort of cleaning wipe to get any dirt or grime off of my face. He wasn't very delicate either. He gave me instructions with every use of each product. I had foundation to put on, A dark eye liner to accent the maid outfit (according to him), a thick application of mascara to bring out my eyelashes, some blush to bring out my cheeks, and a thick coating of bright red lipstick. After instructing me to blot my lips on a tissue paper, he stepped out of the way so I could take a look. It was like I was a different person. With the, what felt like 4 pounds of make up on my face, you could hardly tell it was me.

"Your face looks so good. I can't wait to get my cock between those ruby red lips. We'll get to that later though." I heard him say behind me. I was in such shock by my new look that I thought that I had heard him wrong, but something told me that there was nothing wrong with my hearing. The man then took the chair and spun it around to where I was facing him.

"Now then, stand up and I will show you how to put on your uniform." He ordered. I stood up and he took my arm and positioned me next to the cage. He took one of the articles of clothing he had set to the side and told me to suck my stomach in. I took a deep breath as he placed the item around my waist and buckle to shut. I quickly found out it was some kind of corset to make me appear thinner. The man made some sort of twisted joke about how his maid wasn't going to have a fat tummy. Next came the fishnet stockings that fastened to the bottom of the corset. He curled them up in his hands and slid them up my hairless legs one at a time. Then came the bra with large implants already fastened in the cups. Master told me that the bra implants were only temporary and not to get use to them. I didn't know what that meant, but I'd hoped I wouldn't have to find out. Then he took a pair of black panties lined with white lace and placed them on me, patting my caged cock in the process. He then took the maid dress and lifted it over my head. I was told to raise my arms as he lowered it down over my torso, frilling out the skirt as it reached the bottom, which was barely covering my ass. The sleeves were kinds of puffy and it was outlined with the same lace that lined my panties and collar. Master then reached his arms around me as he pulled the apron around me and tied it in the back.

"Now, sit down bitch." He said to me as he picked up the six inch heels. I sat down and he grabbed one of my feet. Shoving the heel onto my foot, he strapped it to my leg and then placed a small padlock to secure them to me leg until he was ready to release me from it. After doing the same thing to my other foot, he motions for me to stand up. While trying to stand up, I wobbled and fell flat on my face right at his feet. I could hear snickering coming from him. He sure was enjoying my humiliation. I felt him grab my arm and he yanked me up to a standing position, steadying me at the same time so as not to fall again. I was a few inches taller, but still far shorter than the man.

"Very good slave, soon you'll learn to how to walk and stand in those heels." He said stepping around me. He walked back over to the make-up table. I noticed him pick up a small black case and fill it with the items he used on me. The lipstick, eyeliner, and all the other gunk and then closed it up and walked back over to me.

"This is your clutch. It has the necessary items in it to fix your make up during the day. I expect you to look your finest every minute, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." I say as obedient as I can. My back end couldn't take another spanking right now. I could tell master was pleased. I could tell just how much he enjoyed manipulating me into this sissy maid to do his bidding. It made me sick. However, I had to keep my mind on the task at hand. Deal with what was going on now, get upstairs, and find a way out of this hell. I didn't have to wait long to cross one of those off of my list. After shoving the clutch into my hands, he motions for me to follow him up the stairs I had tried to escape from earlier. As best as I could, I stumbled behind him up the stairs. Removing a key from his pocket, he slid it into the deadbolt, turned the key, and opened the door to the upstairs of the cabin.

"Welcome to my home, where you will have the pleasure of serving me." Master said while gesturing around the room. I stumbled out of the basement into a fairly large open room. The kitchen and living room were opened up to each other. There was a fire going in the fireplace. There were a few deer head on the walls, much like you'd see in a hunting cabin. I wish I could find a gun, like in a hunting cabin. I could think of only one thing I'd like to shoot. While scanning the room, the man walks up to me and attaches something to my collar. I hadn't seen where he had gotten it from, but he had attached a leash to me.

"I'm going to take you on a little tour." He said as he gave a tug on the leash. I followed, or course, as he pulled me through his cabin. These heels were complete hell, and I could not keep up with him, but that apparently didn't matter to him, because he didn't slow his tour down at all. We walked around a bar in the kitchen and through a side door next to the refrigerator. "This is the laundry room. Washer, Dryer, Ironing board, and all the chemicals you'll need to keep my cloths clean and folded." He said motioning around the room. I wasn't taking much notice, which apparently he noticed my lack of interest. I felt a sharp jerk of the leash and it snapped me back into what he was saying. He continued by walking me through the kitchen. He tells me this is where I'll make all his meals and the living room is where I'll rub his back, feet, or 'other items' according to him, while he relaxes.

After the first floor tour, I'm marched up the stairs to the second floor to see what duties I will have there. There were a few secondary bedrooms, a guest bath, and (according to the man) the 'master' suite. He thought that was a very cleaver pun. He went on to explain about how he wanted the guest rooms to be kept tidy by dusting, vacuuming, and changing out bed sheets when needed. The bathroom was to be kept scrubbed down, the floor mopped. The master suite had a few extra items to be taken care of. I was to serve him breakfast in bed when he ordered me too. Also, he said I might need to give him a 'wake up call' on some mornings. I shuddered to even think of what he was talking about. He guided my leash around the room, towing me behind him. There was a massive king sized bed with satin looking sheets. The room was very bright from the large window on the side wall. He pulled me into his bathroom to show me all that I would have to keep scrubbed. There was a massive shower and an even bigger garden tub with jets like a hot tub would have. He told me that some nights he likes to come and soak and he might require some 'personal attention' from me. I could feel my face getting red with rage at what this man has done to me so far. However, I think he took it as being embarrassed, or shy. He just smiled and took my chin in his massive hand.

"You'll get used to it, sweetie. After some time, you'll begin to yearn to give me some attention." He said shaking my head from side to side. He then pinched my jaw so that my mouth was making a circular shape. This amused him as well. I didn't dare try and fight back at that point. I know I had to try and escape, I just had to wait for the right moment.

I guess the tour ended with his bedroom, because I was led back to the kitchen where he removed the leash from my collar. I didn't dare move from my spot though, as I could just tell from him look that he was daring me to. He turned away from me and walked back to the living room. I wasn't sure what to do at that point. Was I just to stand there? I didn't dare to speak to ask either. It was at that point it hit me that his rules were beginning to sink it. I knew that it was in my best interest to play along with his game so far, but at the same time, I absolutely hated that fact that I was obeying him. Even if it was to avoid a punishment, I would almost rather take the pain, then to play his little game. However, I didn't want to take the risk of him taking further precautions to keep me from escaping. The collar was bad enough, but I might still be able to find a way out of it and out of here. If I got locked back down in the basement, or that cage, it would be just that much more difficult for an escape attempt.

"I think I could use some lunch, maid." The man called from the living room. I didn't know what to do. Did I go to him, stay where I was? Respond to him, keep quiet? Clearly one would possibly get me a punishment, possibly both. I took a chance and advanced into the living room where the man had taken a seat in a recliner.

"Sir?" I responded to him. If I had not done the right thing, I clearly had not done the wrong thing, because I received no shock from my collar or have him pull me over his lap for a spanking.

"I believe I'll have a sandwich. There is some lunch meat in the fridge, along with some lettuce and tomato. You'll also find some sub sandwich bread in the cabinet over the sink. Make one, and put it on the serving tray that is on the island in the kitchen and bring it to me." He said as he grabbed the T.V remote off the arm of the recliner. I didn't know what to do or say, I just knew that I had to get through the day. Besides, it was just making a sandwich. I had done it for myself since I was able to reach the counter top. I turned to walk to the kitchen, but I had done something wrong because I received a zap from my collar. Not a strong one, but enough to get my attention. I turned back to see the man starring back at me, with his index finger signaling me to come back over to him.

"When I give you an order, or you leave my presence, I expect you give a nice little curtsy with a 'yes master.' That's what all good little sissy slaves do. You do want to be a good sissy slave for your master, don't you?" I couldn't believe that he was actually asking me a question like that. Like I was voluntarily in the position I was in. Like I wanted to wear this slutty maid outfit and do this man's bidding. I could tell by the look on the man's face that he knew this was getting to me, however, I think he was getting off on it though. Like, the more he could warp me into doing what he wanted, the happier he was becoming. I wanted to scream at him and tell him hell no, I didn't want to be his sissy slave. That If it were up to me, he'd spend the rest of his life behind bars, where he would become the bitch to someone much bigger than him. I wanted to tear across the living room and beat the shit out of him, or worse. However, logic sunk in first and once again, I told myself to play the game for now. That it wouldn't be too much longer that I'd be getting out of here and on my way to the sheriff's office to have this man put away.

"Yes...Master." I choked out. I was so discussed, that I barely got the words out. This apparently wasn't good enough for the man. He pointed at his throat and then pointed towards the ceiling. It took me a second to figure out that he was not pleased with the tone of my voice. I had to have more a 'girls' voice, the sick fuck.

"Yes Master." I said again, except in a much higher tone. I also grabbed my skirt and did the best curtsy I could think of. This pleased the man apparently, because he just grinned and with his hand, gestured for me to go to the kitchen to make his lunch. I turned on my heels and walked into the kitchen .Everything was where he said it would be, thelunch meats, the bread, serving tray. I had it done in about ten minutes. The serving trays were silver like you would see in a movie. I put the plate with the sandwich on the tray and carried it into the living room where he was watching T.V. He motioned for me to lay it across his lap. I walked over and bent over to lay it across his lap. While I was bending over, I felt a pinch on my ass cheek. He had snuck his hand behind me without me seeing it.




Captured to be Sissy Slave Ch. 02



"Go get me a beer, maid." The man ordered. I took a step back and started to walk back to the kitchen, but caught myself. I quickly turned back toward the man, gave a quick curtsy, and went back to the kitchen for the beer. After coming up the stairs from the basement, doing the tour of the rest of the cabin, and going back and forth from the kitchen, my feet were in absolute agony. These heels were just too much, however, with the padlocks on them, there was no way I'd be able to slip them off for any kind of momentary comfort. I returned a few minutes later with his beer, carrying it on the platter so not to get into trouble. The man took the beer off the platter, and I then gave him another curtsy as I returned to the kitchen. 

The next half hour went by kind of strangely (if you could call anything that had happened so far normal.) The man spent the time on the couch. Not really watching the T.V, just kind of staring off into the corner of the cabin, taking sips of his beer every few minutes. It didn't seem like he was paying me much attention. However, to try and look busy, I wiped the counter top over and over while studying him. I was hoping that if he was to fall asleep, I could find the keys to my collar and heels and get the hell out of here. After wiping the counter down for about the fifth time, and still no motion out of the man, I decided to see if he had passed out. I laid the rag down on in the sink and dried my hands. As quietly as I could, I made my way into the living room. It was going smooth, until I hit a knick in the floor with my heel, causing me to trip. I went stumbling into the side of the couch, causing the man to become alert.

"What...what the fuck are you doing?" he exclaimed. He stood up quickly and turned toward me. I propped myself up as quickly as I could.

"Sorry, Sir. I was...." I stuttered at first. "...checking to see if you needed another beer." I didn't know if it was a convincing lie, but It was all I could come up with to try and prevent him from getting angry with me again. The man seemed to mull this over for a few seconds and then a smile began to emerge on his face.

"Excellent. That's how a good sissy maid serves her master. Your training is going terrific." The man said as he turned toward the basement door. "Get me another beer, and bring it down to me." He said as he disappeared down the stairs where my torment started. A shudder crept up my spine as I starred at the basement door. As bad as things had gotten, I had a feeling that they would be getting a whole lot worse. I really needed to get the hell out of here. I just needed to find those damn keys. Before going to get his beer, I quickly (and carefully) strode across the living room floor and checked the coffee table, end tables, and couch for any signs of keys that may have been left out my mistake. Of course, there was no such luck. At the same time, I heard things being slid across the floor down in the basement. The man was clearly doing some rearranging down there. I hoped there would be enough time to check upstairs in his bedroom. I moved across the living room and made it almost to the bottom of the stairs when I heard him yell from the basement.

"Hurry up and get down here maid!"

"Coming, Sir." I said back as I walked back toward the refrigerator. Hopefully, whatever was going on down there would detain him enough to where I could explore a little bit more to find those keys. I would take him his beer, and then tell him I was going to finish my kitchen duties. That should buy me a few undisturbed minutes upstairs to hunt around without him knowing. I popped the top on the beer bottle, placed it out the tray, and walked down the stairs into the basement. Arriving at the bottom of the steps, I was not sure what I was looking at, but I could tell that I wasn't going to like it. The man walked over, smug expression and all, and took the beer off of the tray while I gaped at the contraption he had set up in the center of the room. It almost looked like a modified weight bench, with shackles on both ends of it for your hands and feet. It also looked like some kind of locking harness for your head. However, the part that had me gaping at it was the two dildos at both the front and back of the contraption.

"I can see your curiosity maid" the man said as he moved behind me. He pinched my ass as he passed my backside. "I thought that I'd give you a test run on my little training machine here, to get that pussy and mouth into shape." My jaw dropped at his response, but this only pleased him. "That's exactly what you'll be doing with that mouth, maid." The man said, chuckling.

The man walked up the stairs and I heard the click of the lock on the basement door, once again locking me down in this dungeon. He came back down and took my arm and led me toward the center of the room. I was trembling, terrified. Just as I had thought earlier, my predicament just got worse.



Captured to be Sissy Slave Ch. 03



I was completely terrified at that moment. Looking over the machine as the man took me closer towards it. The dildos on both ends were enormous. I knew they were not real; however they looked pretty real, almost like the hard throbbing cocks that you'd see in a porno video. The heads of them were glistening with, I don't know what, but possibly cum. They also looked moist, like a slut had just sucked and fucked them. At that point I shivered, because I knew that this man was going to make me the slut that would do that to these stand-in cocks.

I was relieved, if only slightly, to not be taken directly to the machine. I was diverted off to a side room next to the make-up table. The man took me through the door, and then pushed me to one side, as he stepped in front of me and pulled a curtain back. Behind it was a very shallow tub, with no shower head that I could see. There was also a toilet next to it. After pulling the curtain out of the way, the man motioned for me to walk over to where he was standing next to the tub.

"Alright maid, I should have done this earlier, but I was too eager to get you into that sexy uniform and show you all that you get to take care of." He said as he pulled some kind of spooled hose from the corner of the room, over next to the tub. "But I told you earlier that I'd make sure you were good and cleaned out, like a good little slut should be. That's what this room is all about." He said gesturing around. I still didn't exactly know what he had meant about being 'cleaned out', but I knew I didn't want any part of it.

"Please, Sir." I started to say. I was going to plead more, but he just got that stern look on his face and pointed down at the shallow tub. I wasn't exactly sure what he was wanting, but I didn't have to wonder for long, or ask. The man grabbed me by the neck and forced me to my knees so that I was in a kneeling position. I was panicking, but I tried to remain as still as possible. I didn't want to anger him anymore. I'd already seen what he was capable of, and didn't want to receive any more punishments. The man walked around to the other side, and picked up a long tube off of a table in the corner.

"Now then, Bitch. Reach back and lift your skirt up and drop your panties." The man said as he rubbed some kind of gel over the tube. I wanted to try and fight back, to be able to take some kind of control. However, I just didn't see how that was possible. Once again, locked in this basement with no other route of escape, this collar that could be controlled by him anywhere that was locked around my neck, and his overall size and strength, not to mention the short fuse he had for a temper. I felt so helpless, and also like I had no other choice. So, with a little whimper, I obeyed and lifted the skirt of my uniform and slid my panties down. My hairless bottom side left vulnerable to this sick man to do with as he pleased.

"Good Girl." The man said. I could see a grand smile on his face as he walked closer to me. A look like he enjoyed every second of him breaking me. He started by giving my back side a nice little rub on both cheeks as he took my panties from around my feet. I cringed at first, considering the fact that he usually spanked me, opposed to gently rubbing my back side. I won't go as far as to say it felt good, however, it sure did beat getting a spanking from his enormous hand. He did that for about a minute before parting my cheeks and putting some kind of gel on my hole. It was cool and made me shiver, but I barely had time to realize that sensation before I felt the tube making its way into me. The man violated my hole and shoved the tube all the way in, leaving only a flexible tube protruding out of my back side. The man took the end of this and attacked it to the coiled up hose he had brought over from the corner room.

"Now then, when I turn this valve over here, this fluid will be released inside of you and you'll begin to fell full. You are to hold it in until I say otherwise." He said moving back to my back side. I barely got the chance to process his words before I felt my lower half almost inflate. Before too long, I was in complete discomfort. My stomach felt like it wanted to explode. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, and I'm sure making my mascara run. I looked over at my master, only to have him shake his head no. My lower lip was quivering. I was no longer having discomfort, I was in pain. I pleaded, not with my mouth, but with my eyes to the man. He just shook his head, the sick bastard. I began to shift where I was knelt down, almost to the point of ripping this intruder out of my back side when he moved behind me and I felt him remove the coiled up tube. I was happy for that, but it still did nothing for the liquid I had roaming around inside me, causing me all this pain. Sweat was forming on my forehead, my breathing accelerated, and I felt as if I were about to burst. I didn't know if I could take it any longer, when the man took me by the waist and raised me to a standing position. I wobbled on the heels for a second, almost forgetting about them being locked onto my feet. I was then escorted to the toilet and told to sit down on it and push out the fluid. This was one order I was more than happy to obey. It felt wonderful to get the fluid out of me and it was evacuated from my body.

I was hoping that that would be it, but after a few minutes of resting on the toilet, the man took me by the arm and made me take the same kneeling position in the shallow tub as before. The tube still lodged in my ass, the same procedure was performed on me three more times. He would hook me up, release the fluid, watch me squirm in agony, than set met on the toilet so that I could push out the formula he introduced into my system. After four goes at this, I was exhausted. My body was in agony and I felt like I could have just passed out, but I could tell that the man had no intention for that to happen. After the fourth time, I was knelt back down, which I thought was going to be the fifth time, only to feel the tube being removed from my back side. It was horrible, yet so relieving at the same time. I don't believe that I'd ever felt so empty as I did at that moment. I was happy to have that thing removed from inside me. However, the man came back and rubbed my cheeks once again, checking out my hole.

"Looks like this pussy is ready for a good fucking." He said as he gave my back end a playful smack. I gave a small whimper as he smacked my backside. He moved to the front of me, pinching my cheeks together with his hand, causing my mouth to make an oval shape. "And I bet this mouth wants a good fucking too." He said shaking my head from side to side. He released me and moved back over to the table. 

I was terrified. I couldn't believe that all of this was happening. I felt like I was about to jump up and make another run for it. I didn't know where to, maybe I could make it through the small basement windows with the bars, or perhaps the solid metal door that separated the basement from the other parts of the house. Maybe as small and as weak as I was, I could take on the man, get the keys, and get the hell out of here. I actually didn't believe that any of these were possible, but the panic was overwhelming. Just as I was about bolt out of the 'wash room', the man grabbed me by my neck and attached the leash he used to lead me around earlier. With a quick tug in from him, I was again on my feet (more like on my toes). The man moved around me, taking my arms behind me and placed a pair of handcuffs around my wrists. Moving around me, he tugged on the leash and I was led out into the main part of the basement, with the hellish device. He pulled me around the machine, almost like giving me a tour of the device he planned to use to 'train' me. Starting from the front, we moved around the left side of it and moved to the back of it.

"Stand here, face towards the stairs." The man ordered, pointing at the base of the machine. I moved around and quickly oriented myself to face the stairs, with one of the gigantic dildos to my back side. He knelt down and grabbed my left leg and maneuvered it into one of the shackles attached to one of the legs of the machines. After securing it, and locking it into place, the same was down for my right leg. Now both of my legs were spread apart, yet I was still locked and standing in the heels. Next the man moved to the front of the machine, taking the leash with him. He positioned himself on the other side of the machine, facing me. With the leash, he pulled me toward him, since my legs were shackled; I was forced to bend at the waist and to lie across the bench. The man then took the leash and looped it through a hook so I wouldn't be able to bend back upright. He then moved to the side of me, taking ahold of the hand cuffs. He removed them, tossing them into the corner of the room. He took my left hand and brought it down, shackling it to the front leg of the machine. He then walked around and did the same thing with my right. I was now shackled down on this machine in four different places, as well as the leash being looped in the front.

"You look comfortable." The man joked. He moved back behind me, rubbing my ass as he went by. I quivered at the man's touch. "You're just shaking with anticipation." He said chuckling. This man was about to use this machine to violate me at both ends without a hint of remorse. He seems amused by my discomfort and humiliation. He knew that I didn't want any of this. That I was here; locked in this house, dressed like a slutty maid, obeying his commands, and about to be rammed at both ends by these two gigantic dildos; all against my will.

"Please...."I began sobbing, "Will you please just let me go. I won't say anything to anyone. I..." I was able to choke out before I felt the sting across my back side. The one solitary slap across was enough to tell me that he was in no way going to entertain the notion of letting me out of here. I was his property, his maid, his sissy slave, to do with however, and whenever he pleased. 

The man moved around to my behind me. The way I was restrained, I was unable to see what it was he was doing. I heard a small electric motor start it. It was flipped off and on a few times before finally being shut off. I then heard the sound of something being rolled across the floor. I knew exactly what it was. The dildo he planned to use on my back side, my pussy as the man called it. I was about to be fucked by the damn machine. I could sense something right behind me. He must have positioned it right behind my hole. For a moment after that, I heard nothing. I strained to hear anything that he was doing back behind me, but it was the cold sensation on my hole that got my attention. I cringed at the frigid gel he had applied on me.

"Just a little lube, slut. Now this pussy is good and moist." He said. "And ready for fucking." He said slapping my ass again. I winced, trying desperately to hold back the tears. Another chuckle from him and a few switches being flipped, I felt the tip of the dildo on my hole. It sat there for a moment. I wished it was me somehow that was preventing it from entering inside me, but it had nothing to do with me. After I heard a few more switches being flipped, the dildo began to push its way inside of me. I cringed at the pain. It had looked enormous to the eye, but it felt even bigger that I had thought. I felt it cram itself inside of me. The pain grew the deeper it traveled. Deeper and deeper it went, I thought it might rip my apart, and still it did not let up. I groaned at the pain. Finally, I felt the machine stop, there was a short pause, and then the dildo began to recede back out of me. I gave a moan of relief that it was moving back out of me. However, the man had his own sick twist on it.

"Already moaning like a little slut. I knew the moment I saw you that you were built to take cocks. That you really yearned to be filled up in this little pussy of yours. Looks like you just needed an opportunity and some motivation. Glad I could give that too you. And in return, I know that you'll be the best sissy maid you can be." He boasted while rubbing my ass cheeks. I couldn't tell If you really believed all the B.S that came out of his mouth, or if he just really enjoyed saying things like that to get to me. Regardless, it pissed me off. I was in no way enjoying this, nor was this something I 'yearned' for. However, rebutting his statement would do me no good, and I didn't feel like wasting my breath.

I had hoped that maybe the fucking machine might have broken, or perhaps he had shut it off, because the dildo exited my rear and stopped. I barely was able to process that thought before it started back up and began another assault on my back side. Again, I felt like I was being ripped apart. It kept sliding deeper and deeper, just as before, then it would recede. This process kept up, but with each pass, the machine would speed up. Eventually, I would guess it was ramming in and out of me at able twenty times a minute, maybe more. I was in too much agony to even care about giving an accurate count. All I knew was that I wanted to be released from this horrible machine. The man just circled while all of this was going on, occasionally rubbing my ass, or brushing my cheek. I would jerk my head away from him, only to hear the familiar chuckle. I tried my hardest not to make any noise while I was being fucked by this thing, but I would find myself moaning at certain points. This pleased the man, as he would rub me and tell me what a 'good girl' I was being. He moved away from me. It sounded like he was rummaging around it the cabinet. A few seconds later, I feel his enormous hands grab my jaw, pushing them together to force my mouth to open. After it was open, I felt him jam something into my mouth. It seemed like the ball gag almost, except instead of something blocking entrance to my mouth, there some a scissor effect that didn't allow my jaw to close. The man locked it behind my head, just like the ball gag, and now I was there, laying across the bench with my mouth wide open.

"Seems like your enjoying yourself back there, thought that you'd like some fun time up front." He said as he wheeled the other dildo up to within inches of my lips. I wanted to back away, but the leash was already pulled as tight as it would go. The man saw me squirm a bit, but continued to set the controls on this other machine. After about a minute of tampering with it, he aligned it with my mouth and pressed, I assume, the start button. The dildo motor started up and began moving closer to my mouth. I tugged as hard as I could at the leash, but the man had it pulled to tight. I couldn't go anywhere, and with the new gag in place, I wouldn't be able to shut my mouth to stop the assault. I groaned at how helpless my situation was, at the impending member that was about to enter my mouth. I felt it graze my teeth as it continued it move towards the throat. The further it went, the more I got that tickle in the back of my throat. I could feel the gag reflex the further it went, but it didn't let up. I could of sworn that the head of it was able to touch the back of my throat. Pushing my gag reflex to the limit, but just as I thought I would hurl, it began to recede back out of my mouth. Tears were flowing down my cheeks. Mostly from the gag reflex, but I knew some were from the helpless situation I was in. The blow job dildo did the same as my 'pussy' dildo. Slow at first, till it was just as much 'fucking' my mouth. The man had set the rhythm of both the dildo to where one would be on an out stroke, and the other would be right back on its way in. So I was constantly filled up, on one end or the other. The man came and in front of me. Starring down at me as I was forced to take what he wanted me to take. I starred up at him with big watery eyes. I could almost imagine that this would be a scene you'd see in a porno video. Something that I'd have love to have seen, A girl taking a dildo in both ends. However, I was the little slut starring up into my masters eyes. My expression said it all, 'please release me. I can't take this anymore.' However, the only reaction from him was him pulling out a video camera and turning it on me. The little red light indicating that it was on record mode shinning in my eye.

"I'm going to get some footage, in case you want to watch your performance later on." He said as he circled me. Making sure that he got good angles with his camera. I moaned in protest, but you couldn't make out what I had said. I might as well of been another slut moan, enjoying my fucking from this machine. He moved back around to my left side, camera still rolling. I looked back up at him with my pleading eyes. With his free hand, he reached down and flipped a switch on the side of the dildo assaulting my mouth. It slowed and eventually stopped. I thought that he had had enough of torturing me and was going to unstrap me from this thing, but I should have gotten a clue when he didn't put the camera down. Within a few seconds of the dildo stopping, I heard a whirling inside of it, followed by it starting back up and moving back inside of my mouth. I waited for it to pick up speed like the last time, only this time it moved to the back of my throat and stopped. I wasn't sure what was going on, I was sad to say that I had gotten use to the head of the dildo grazing the back of my throat, but now that it was sitting there not moving, the gag reflex was back. I tried again to move back off of it, but the leash was still holding me in place.

"Here comes the surprise." The man said. I glanced back up at him, red record light and all. I felt the dildo in my back side some to a stop. What a relief, I felt so sore. Just as soon as that one had stopped, I heard the front machine make a few clicks. At that point it began to pulsate in my mouth. It did that for a moment before I felt some kind of thick goo get shot out of the dildo. Now I was really gagging, chocking almost. The man didn't budge, he just sat there recording. I starred up at him pleadingly, but he only smiled.

"Swallow it, slut." Is all the man said. I coughed a few more times before I let the thick liquid slide down my throat. The man noticed that and gave me cheek a soft rub.

"Good Girl. I knew that my little slut wouldn't mind swallowing a load of cum." He said. My heart skipped a beat. Did he just say 'cum?' I had actually swallowed cum? My stomach almost rolled over on itself. I felt dizzy. I wanted to pass out. This guy was fucking insane. I knew it wouldn't do any good, but I began to pull as hard as I could against my restraints. I groaned and hollered, making my frustration apparent to him. He walked over and simply tucked a few strands of stray hairs behind my ear.

"Yes maid, that was my cum that I put into the machine." He said. As he said it, I began to get even more infuriated. I pulled harder at my shackles, but to no avail. The man knew that I'd be unable to break the restraints, so he just let me wear myself out. It didn't take long, and I eventually surrendered and began sobbing to myself.

"I know you're ready for another load, considering your reaction a few moments ago." The man said. I didn't look at him, but I knew he had a smug smile on his face. "So, I've got some things to take care of. I'll let you stay hooked up to this machine for a few more hours, but only a few." He said, like I'd object. The man took the camera he was recording with, and placed it on a tripod facing my direction. He was going to have it film my entire session down here. As if I wanted to be here in the first place. I hated his fucking ass, the bastard. After setting the camera, he moved over and began to reprogram the machine. My 'pussy' dildo started up again, quickly moving up to a fast rhythm. The mouth dildo began again, after depositing another load into my throat, which I had to choke down. The Machine moved pretty much as it had for the past half hour. Now I had at least a few more hours of this, thanks to my master. I moaned and groaned in objection as he moved back up the stairs and out of sight. The last thing I heard, before the dildo stopped and deposited another load of cum into my mouth, was the basement door closing and locking. I was at the mercy of this machine until the man decided to come back and release me. All I could hope for were either the machines breaking down, or for a speedy return of the man. However, I knew in my heart that both were impossible. Anyone who watched this video would see a sissy cum slut taking it in both ends. I just closed my eyes and hoped that escape was not far off.




Captured to be Sissy Slave Ch. 03



To be continued...



Captured to be Sissy Slave Ch. 04



It seemed like days since the man had left alone, hooked up to this devilish machine. I had become sore all over. My wrists and ankles hurt from the restraints. My back was hurting from the bent over position I had been in for I had no idea how long. Let's not forget the two dildos, violating both ends of me, making my rear and jaw extremely sore. I was also mentally sore. I felt so helpless, and so frustrated at the fact that I was still in this mess. Since I awoke in that cage, I've thought of nothing but escape. Being able to get out the front door of the cabin and run for civilization. To get this man locked up for doing this to me. I felt so sad and angry at the same time that I had not been able to accomplish this. 

However, I've had plenty of time down here to let my anger and rage build up. Hopefully giving me the courage and the strength to do what I needed to do. I decided I was going to make a break for it, regardless of this collar or heels or anything else that was locked onto my body. If I could not get the keys to release myself, I would have to endure the pain if the man used the electric collar against me. The way I felt at the moment, that wouldn't be a problem. I felt that nothing could keep me from fleeing from this place, given the opportunity. I could almost feel a smile on my face as I imagined me racing down the hill to the highway, away from my prison. It was a sweet picture. About that time though, the mouth dildo did as it had many times that evening. It positioned itself deep in the back of my throat and released another enormous load of cum. My almost smile, was quickly replaced by a gaging reflex followed by cum sliding down my throat.

I winced and tightened my muscles. The load was thick and it was hard to swallow. I wanted to spit every load given to me out, but the way I was restrained would not allow me to. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. I could feel the mascara starting to run, making me look like a slut no doubt. The dildo receded back out of my mouth, only to fall back into the rhythm it had went all night. It would move in and fuck my mouth as the other dildo receded out of my back side. Then they would switch off, back and forth, never allowing me any time where both ends were vacant at the same time. This man had the timers of these machines down to a science. My stomach was rolling with how much cum I had been forced to swallow. I felt queasy, full, and to the point that I don't think I could take another drop of cum. That would usually be about the time the machine would slow down deep in my mouth and give me some more to choke down. 

I heard a clicking sound and was preparing myself for the machine to slow down and deposit another load into me, however it was not the machine clicking. It was actually the basement door being unlocked. I could tell because there was a flood of light that emptied into the basement from upstairs when the man opened the door. Hope and relief shot through me. The sight of the man sickened me. However, I knew he could be my only ticket out of this mechanical hell hole. The man casually made his way down the stairs. The man stopped at the bottom step. He starred at me with a creepy grin on his face. I just starred back at him with pleading eyes. I tried to beg him with words to let me go, but with the gag, dildo in my mouth and cum clogging my throat, all that came out was moans. This pleased the man.

"I know you're having a fun time down here, slut." He said moving closer to me. "But I've given you enough time on my little machine here." He began to circle me, checking out his handy work that has been going on in his absence. I heard him stop next to me, and then I felt him move his hand between my stomach and the bench. "I bet you're just full of cum." He said too my stomach as he rubbed it in a circular motion. I moaned in protest. He removed his hand from my stomach and then gave my ass a smack. Not enough to cause much pain, but a playful smack. I whimpered at the surprise hit. "It looks like this pussy has been fucked pretty good back here too." He said as he rubbed my ass in a similar way he did my stomach. I tried to turn to watch what he was doing, but the leash wouldn't allow me to twist my neck.

I then heard the sweetest sound I'd heard all evening, the sound of keys jiggling. First I heard the man flip a few switches and then felt the dildo moving all the way out of me. I felt instant relief, but my rear was so raw, no telling how long it would take to heal. The man then moved to the front of me. I was able to watch as he flipped some switches on this machine and it also removed itself from my mouth and powered down. It, too, was a relief. However, I still had the gag holding my jaw in an open position. The man didn't move to remove it from my mouth. Instead he took his keys and began unlocking my wrists from the legs of the bench. He first removed the left one, then the right one. Once both were free, he positioned them behind my back and handcuffed them together. He then moved to the front and untied the leash, allowing me to straighten myself back up. My back creaked and cracked as I bent myself back into a standing position. Next, he moved and released my ankle restraints, thus totally freeing me from this horrible contraption.

"Now then maid, I'm sure you enjoyed yourself down here tonight. Don't worry; I'll let you use this machine again real soon." He said with his smug grin. I just starred hard at him, trying to say 'fuck you asshole' with my expression. I probably would have told him that, but he had yet to remove the gag from my mouth. This did nothing to him though. He didn't even get angry. He knew there was nothing I could do. That he was the one in control of me and what he could do to me. This pleased him. I could only hope that he would slip up in his confidence and that would allow me an escape window. The man took my leash and led me away from the machine and over to the make-up table.

"Now, I know you've had a full day." He said as he rubbed my stomach. Another sick joke he made, this one of course referring to me being filled up with his cum. "But now it's time for you to get ready for bed. You can use the shower in the other room where you were cleaned out. There is soap and shampoo on the ledge. Out here, use this solution here to remove your make-up. I don't want you getting any mascara or lipstick on any sheets. I expect you to be bathed, face cleaned, and stripped down in fifteen minutes, do you understand?" the man asked. All I could do was mumble, and he gave a slight giggle and then reached up and removed the gag holding my jaw open.

"Yes, sir." I said in a defeated tone. With that, he moved around me and removed the handcuffs. After that, he bent down and unlocked my heels. I would now be able to get out of these damn things. I rubbed my wrists to try and get the feeling back into them as he removed the last lock from my heels.

"There is a basket on the right side of the door, use that to throw your soiled uniform into." He said standing back up. He then pointed for me to move on into the bathroom and get started. Walking past him, he gave my ass a smack. The impact wasn't that hard, but it hurt like hell form the dildo fucking it. No telling how long I would be soar down there. I hurried into the room, just glad to be free from that machine and out of the presence of the man. As quickly as I could, I pulled off my dress, apron, heels, stockings, bra, and corset. The only thing really left on me was the wig that was now attached to my head, the collar, and the cage imprisoning my cock. I Felt relief run through me after removing all that junk off of me, especially those damn heels.

With only fifteen minutes to play with, and me not wanting to get a spanking for taking too long, I moved over to the shower. The hot water felt wonderful on my sore muscles. I wanted to stand and let the hot water run over me till there was no more. I knew that would probably be a bad idea, considering that I didn't know how long it would take to remove all the gunk applied to my face. After allowing a few minutes to let the water massage me, I grabbed the soap and shampoo and bathed as quickly as I could. I was in the shower for what I would consider between five to eight minutes. I guessed half my time was up, just to try and be on the safe side. I turned the water off and grabbed a towel that was hanging up on the wall. I dried myself and wrapped the towel around me and moved back into the main part of the basement where the make-up table was. 

Using the solution the man said, I put it on a cloth and rubbed it onto my face. In the mirror, I could see the gunk melt off as I wiped it across my face. However, I had to rub more vigorously with the thicker make-up. I removed the blush, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, and lipstick. Just as I was wiping the last bit away from my eye, the basement door opened and the man made his way down the stairs. I panicked and wiped quickly as I could to remove the rest of the make-up. I gave three more swipes of the cloth, then threw it into the trash bin and spun around to face the man.

"Let me take a look." The man said taking my chin in his enormous hand. He brought his face very close to mine. I could feel his breath on me as he inspected my face for any missed make-up. I wanted to badly to spit in his face, the bastard. But I knew better than that and stood as still as possible. He moved my face from side to side multiple times. I guess he wanted to make sure. Satisfied with my face, he moved around the rest of my body. 

Checking underneath my arms, moving down my chest and stomach, giving my stomach a few pats and making some remark about how my cum was rolling around in there. With his left foot, he motioned for me to spread my legs, to which I obeyed. The man moved his and down, tapping on the hard case surrounding my cock. He then moved down and began to squeeze my sac. I winced in pain. I heard him chuckling at me, and then he stopped squeezing only to bat them roughly with the palm of his hand. I screamed in pain. The man was obviously enjoying his self. He batted them around a few more times, with me wailing in pain as each sharp pain shot through my groin. He stopped and made some lame joke about me not having a problem speaking in a high sissy voice now. He thought he was so clever.

"Alright, time for you to get to bed. You are expected to be up early to cook and serve me breakfast." The man told me walking back across the basement. I followed behind, keeping my distance and my head toward the floor. I was shocked at how easily and quickly he was breaking me. I followed him around the torture device that violated me earlier. We walked through another door that led into another part of the basement. The room roughly the size of a bedroom. It only had a few pieces items in the room. In one corner stood a wooden cupboard. On the other end of the room was what I deemed to be my bed. 

As this man was trying to turn me into a girl, I would have expected to see a four post canopy bed. Perhaps with soft silk pink sheets and pillows. I would have actually have welcomed that instead of what was presented in front of me. To my horror, it was the cage. The one I have awoken in after the man had given me the knock out gas. Inside the solid black bars was a thin sheet and one pillow that was flat as a pancake. The door was open on it. There was a small black box on the edge of it with a couple of red lights. I wasn't aware of this on the cage from earlier. 

"Come over here and lean against the cage, facing the wall." He said pointing down at the ground where he wanted me to stand. I walked over and did as order. I put the hands on the cage and leaned against it. I occurred to me that I was in this position because I was not supposed to see what was coming. I heard the man rummaging around in the cupboard. I turned my head to try and see what he was up to, but he was keeping a close eye on me. I was ordered to keep my head and eyes straight ahead. I was very nervous. I didn't know what exactly more this man could do to me. I had already been feminized, enslaved, and machine fucked. However, he still had further intensions for me. I felt a sharp prick on my left ass cheek. It was a sharp pain, one that I'd felt a few times in my life. I flung my head around to see a syringe being pulled out from my ass. I had no idea of what the man had just done. He didn't make me wait long for an answer.

"No need to worry, maid. This is just to bring out your....feminine features." He said with a smirk on his face. I suppose the look on my face was enough for him to elaborate further. "See, this solution is going to make those tiny tits or yours blossom. It'll also shrink that clit of yours. Don't get me wrong, not like its huge or anything, but it will bring it down into a more reasonable clit size. With the two injections you'll receive a day, it won't be long before that bra will be holding up two good size jugs and that already tiny cage around you clittie won't be able to stay on.." He said as he walked back over to the cupboard.

I felt sick. As if all the things this man had done to me weren't enough, he had to go and do this. Now he was messing with my body, my physical form. He was now changing the way my body looked. According to him, I was going to have huge breasts. Just like I would love to see on some bimbo I would love to have sex with. Not to mention that the only thing that really linked me to being a male was going to shrink away and practically die out according to this bastard. My anger grew to the point that I felt like rushing him. Perhaps with all of this rage, I'd be able to knock him out, render him unconscious. However, I knew I'd never get that chance, not here like this. I'd just have to wait for the perfect time, and then I'd extract my revenge and escape. Instead I watched as the man root around in the cupboard. In a few seconds, the man produced a pair of silk pink panties. He twisted them between his hands and brought them over to me, holding them down for me to step into. I didn't wait for the verbal order. I obediently put my right leg in, then the left. The man pulled them up my legs until they were in the proper position, covering my ass and groin area. He then turned back to the cupboard. Just as with the panties, he produced another piece of clothing. However, this time it was a sleeping gown, or a nightie. Just like the panties, it was silk and pink. He took the shoulder straps between his fingers and pulled the gown high above. I knew what he wanted, so I put my arms and head into it as he lowered the gown onto me. The silk from both the panties and the nightie sent a chill up my spine.

"Looks like you enjoy your pajamas." He said as he watched my reaction. Of course I didn't enjoy them. If I had of just stayed at home, then this might not have happened to me. Or if that stupid truck had not of broken down, then.... I just had a thought. The man had brought me here, but my truck was still on the highway. Someone would find it and logic would suggest that I was still in the area. Surely it wouldn't take long for someone to discover me here and come to my rescue. A sense of relief washed over me, if only for a moment. Even if it was a false sense, my body did need the release of the tension. I just had to keep telling myself that this could not go on for much longer. 

Sadly, my very brief sense of relief was interrupted by the man motioning for me to drop down and crawl into the cage. I was hesitant, but only briefly as I saw the man get that look in his eye. I did not want to receive a punishment from him. I dropped to my knees and moved myself into the cage. As I hit the back of it, I rolled over and moved my feet in so that my entire body was now inside of it. The man took the door of it and shut it, locking me inside. I cringed a bit at the sound. Much as I would expect a person getting locked up in a jail cell would. However, I believe I would rather being in some kind of county jail that here. I watched through the bars as the man pressed some of the buttons on the black box attached to the door of the cage. After a few electronic beeps, the man stood back up and leaned over the cage, looking down at me.

"You can consider this your bedroom if you like, and this as your bed." He said knocking on the cage. "The locking mechanism is completely electronic. I have just set it for five thirty in the morning. At that time, the lock will open and you will be able to get out. However, I urge you not to do anything foolish when this happens. I will punish you severely for disobeying or any escape attempts you try to pull off when this door opens in the morning." He said with a very stern look on his face. I could tell that he meant business. I'd already seen him mad before, but I had a feeling that he could probably kill me if given the proper motivation. I listened carefully to his instruction. 

"When this door unlocks, an alarm will sound. This is meant as a wakeup call. You are to get up and get out of your sleeping nightie and panties. Between five thirty and six o'clock, you are to shower again, get dressed into your uniform, and apply your makeup. I expect you to have on everything you have worn today. The dress, apron, stockings, bra, panties, corset...everything. I've also added a head dress that you'll wear. I want you to look the part, maid. Your heels will be next to the cupboard. When you put them on, I expect you to attack the pad locks with them as well. I don't want you being able to take them off during the day. Of course I'd know about it, but just the same, it would be easier if there were locks involved." He said moving away from the cage.

I was so scarred. It was one thing to wake up in a locked cage, but to be put into a nightie and get locked up in one is something different. I felt so trapped, much more than what today had to offer. I wanted to panic. I wanted to beg to be release from this cage. However, I knew that would have no effect. This man didn't care about my safety or concerns. All he cared about was making sure that his maid did his bidding like a good little girl. I tried to push myself back against the bars, as far as I could go. My master could see how terrified he had made me, and this only humored him even more. 

"I expect you to be upstairs by no later than six o'clock. Just because I'm asleep doesn't mean that I don't' know what is going on. If you are late getting to the kitchen or you want to try to do something bold, than you can expect extreme punishment. You keep that in mind as you sleep tonight, bitch." The man said as he walked away toward the door. The man yawned and stretched as he hit a light switch, causing almost complete darkness throughout the basement. The only illumination was from the main room in the basement. I would guess that it was coming from the make-up table. It was very dim, but I was able to see the man walk out of the room. I listened as his footsteps faded. I could tell as he walked out of my room, through the torture room, up the stairs, and through the door to the cabin. Finally hearing the door shut, leaving me all alone down here. 

After that, there was nothing. It was in a way a relief, but also very frightening at the same time. In the dim light, I could hardly see my hand in front of my face. I panicked, feeling very closed in. I tried to kick the cage, hoping that the door would give way with little effort. However, when nothing happened, I tried harder and with more effort with each kick. The door showed no sign of budging. I would have to wait till the early hours of the morning before I would be released. I was stuck for the next few hours. Not like I had much else to do, or any other place to go, it was just troubling to me that I was so constricted. I decided to try and not think about it and roll over and get some sleep. I wasn't able to stretch out in the cage, so I turned to my side and brought my knees up to my chest, almost like a fetal position. It was in that shape that I fell into the most uncomfortable position I've slept in before.




Captured to be Sissy Slave Ch. 04



I'm not really sure if I slept or not. I would lay there in my cramped, confined space. I would doze off for what would seem like a few minutes, and then a cramp would cause me to wake up and try to reposition myself. I finally found a halfway comfortable way for my body to lie, and I tried to settle in as best as I could for the rest of the night. I dozed off not long after that. I was actually able to have a good sleep after I repositioned myself, and was able to get more than just a few minutes. 

I actually fell deep enough asleep to have dreams. I remember seeing myself pull up to a huge, gorgeous lake. I got out of my truck and walked to the water's edge. The lake was almost like a mirror, reflecting the trees, mountains, and sky above. There was a perfect spot to set up camp. It was a nice flat area with no one else in sight. I set up my tent, unpacked my coolers, unloaded my fishing rods and tackle box, and set up the camp site. Just what I needed from a week I had endured. I found some firewood and quickly got a fire started. I could feel the warmth of the fire as it broke the chill from the breeze off of the lake. This was a perfect spot. I sat back in my chair, watching the fire dance, listening to the crackling of the embers. I was in a word...happy. I closed my eyes to let the atmosphere wash over me. As I did this, I heard my truck alarm go off. This puzzled me at first because I didn't remember me every having an alarm on my truck. 

I opened my eyes to take a look to see what was going on. Instead of the flames of the fire meeting my gaze, I saw the bars of the cage I was trapped in. I assume that the warmth I was feeling was from the stuffiness of the basement. I was sweating, but the silkiness of the nightie was a relief of some sort to the heat. The nightie, the basement, the cage, it all came back to me all at once. I wasn't at some lakeside campsite. I didn't have a warming fire going, watching the water shimmer. I was indeed trapped in a maniac's basement, awaiting my release from this cage. That's when I realized It wasn't a truck alarm, but in fact the alarm on the front the cage. It was signaling that it was five thirty and time to get up and get to work.

"Shit." I said aloud as I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes. I could have sworn that my camping dream was real. I would do anything for it to be real, as opposed to being here, anything but here. However, I didn't have time to be bitter. I had the rest of the day to be bitter, I only had thirty minutes to get ready to do this mans bidding. I leaned forward in the cage and pushed the door open with ease. The alarm turned off as the door was opened, much like a snooze button on a clock radio. Also, a light flipped on, illuminating this room of the basement. I quickly crawled out and into a standing position. My bones cracking as I stood up. 

My body definitely did not like sleeping in that cage, and I had to agree with it. With not much time to lose, I made my way out of the bedroom, across, the main basement room, and into the bathroom. I stripped the nightie and panties and laid them to the side. I turned on the water and stepped into the warm stream of water. It felt so good on my skin. I shampooed my now shoulder length hair and washed the rest of my body, all except my trapped cock. I really wanted this thing off of me. 

I figured I'd been showering for roughly ten minutes now and didn't want to push it any further with the other tasks I had to do. I got out of the shower and dried off quickly. Grabbing the nightie and panties I took off, I moved back to the bed room. At the cupboard, I put my nightie and panties back on the pajama side of it, and then opened up my uniform side. I started by putting on my maid panties and bra. After securing those, I sucked in my gut as best I could and attached the corset. It felt about as tight as the one from yesterday, so I hoped the man wouldn't say anything about it. I pulled open some drawers and found my stocking. I slid those on and clipped them to the bottom of the corset, just as yesterday. Next, took one of my maid dresses off of a hanger and pulled it over my head. It slid around me and settled just barely covering my ass. 

I next wrapped the apron around my waist, tying a big bow in the back. The dreadful heels were the last piece, which lay next to the cupboard. They looked menacing, and I could already feel my legs burn from having to walk in them. They still hurt a little bit from yesterday's ordeal. However, I knew that I didn't have much of a choice and slid them onto my feet, buckling the clasp above my ankle. With little hesitation, I took the pad locks off the shelf and slid them into the slots of the heels. This part I really didn't want to do, but it was either this or a spanking right now. With a sigh I locked the heels onto my legs, again trapping me in them until the man deemed otherwise. There was also the head dress the man was talking about. I slid it on my head, adjusting it in the mirror on the cupboard door to make it look presentable. 

Feeling suitable about my attire, I moved into the other room and over to the make-up table. I peered up at the clock on the wall and notice that I only had about eight minutes left. I looked down at all this gunk and tried to remember what the man had used on me the other day. I picked up some cream I though he had used first and applied to my face. I think he had called it foundation. Next came a little bit of blush, with some eye liner and mascara. This took a few minutes to do, I thought that I might poke my eye out trying to do it. However, I was finally happy with the result and my face looked almost as it did yesterday. It looked very girlie and whorish. I needed only to apply the deep red lipstick to finish off my face. I grabbed the tube and applied it just before the six o'clock mark on the clock. I sat it down very quickly and raced for the stairs.

In my haste, I nearly tripped over my heels a few times. Once so near to falling that I had to catch myself on the wall. I got my balance back and made my way up the stairs and through the door into the man's cabin. I looked around and found a clock on the wall. The clock read one minute after six. I thought that I had done pretty well, considering that I had to shower and shampoo, put on this complex uniform, and paint my face with all of this stuff. However, deep in my stomach, I knew the man would realize I was a minute late and he would take it out on me. I couldn't fret on that now; I just had to do as the man said. Then, at some point in the day, find an opening to try an escape. I walked over to the kitchen counter, with my heels clacking away on the hard wood floors. The man was nice enough to leave me a note.

Maid, I told you that I would want breakfast in bed. I believe that I'll have scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, with a glass of orange juice. Bring it to me, hot on the tray on the counter. I'll expect you at seven o'clock sharp.

Master

P.S. Don't think of doing anything funny maid, the cameras and I see all.

I wanted to rip the note into a billion pieces. I didn't want to fix this man breakfast, and serve it to him in his bed. Especially all dolled up like he made me do. I looked around the room in anger. I glanced around the room like I was looking for a weapon. Instead, I locked eyes with one the infamous cameras that was mentioned in the note. I had no idea if the man was watching, or if he was asleep. I just knew that he'd be able to go back and watch this anytime he wanted to. Taking a deep breath, I walked around the counter and began my work. I found a couple of skillets and placed them on the stove top. In the fridge I found the eggs and I cracked open and poured into one of the pans. I let those start to cook as I got the sausage links and bacon started in the other skillet. They were popping and sizzling as they cooked. I found the toaster on the corner of the counter. I put two pieces of bread in and pressed them in to begin toasting them. With all of that going, I found a glass in one of the cupboards and filled it to the top with orange juice. I placed the filled glass on the serving tray to await the food. I stirred to eggs and flipped the bacon and sausage as needed. 

The man had written what he had wanted, but had not specified how he wanted each prepared. All I could hope was that the spices I was using were to his liking and that he didn't feel that I would need a punishment if they weren't. At about a quarter to seven, everything was down and I placed the food items on the plate as neatly as I could do. I think that I had done a pretty good job on this breakfast, considering that I didn't cook a whole lot for myself. With a few minutes to spare, went ahead and filled the sink with soapy water and washed the skillets and utensils used and put them in the dish strainer on the side of the sink. I had about three minutes left after the last dish was washed. I grabbed the serving tray and quickly, but carefully moved myself up the stairs to the masters room. Even though I was expected, I stopped outside his door and quietly knocked.

"Who is it?" The man asked very coyly on the other side. He knew who the hell was on the other side of the door. 

"It's me with your breakfast." I replied to the man's question. This wasn't good enough for him though, he wanted to have fun with me.

"I asked, who is it!" he said again more sternly. I knew what he was fishing for and gave in without much of a fight.

"It your maid with your breakfast, sir." I said as defeated as person in my position could say. I could almost feel the smile beaming through the door. I felt so broken down, and I knew my master was enjoying every moment he was doing so.

"Come in maid." He beckoned from the other side. I rolled my eyes and pushed the door open. Sunlight poured though the main window, illuminating the man as he laid in his king side bed. The bed sheets covered his hips on down, but from the stomach on up, he was naked. I didn't want to think about the rest of him. Just as I had thought, there was a smile on his face, one of achievement. He had instilled enough fear in me that I had gotten up and gotten dressed in this slutty maid outfit, and put on the make-up to look like a slut. I had done all of this because of the fear of him. Now here I stood with his breakfast in hand.

"Bring my food over here to me, maid." He said waving me over. I moved over to his side of the bed. I could tell that he had his legs together and laid the tray across his lap, just as he requested. He looked down at the food, taking in a big whiff, enjoying the moment. "Smells fantastic, maid." He said taking the fork and prodding the eggs, like he would find something in there. I didn't have to wait for an accusation though.

"Am I going to find anything........interesting in my food, maid?" the mad asked, starring very hard at me. He was so intimidating, even just lounging in the bed.

"No, sir." I said to him. I just hoped that he'd believe me. He held my gaze a few seconds until I broke it. I didn't know if that was the right thing to do or not, but I just couldn't look at him with that gaze he was giving me my any longer. I suppose at that point I didn't seem like much of a threat, because he began to dig into his meal. He would eat a forkful of eggs, followed by a strip of bacon, then a piece of sausage, ending with a piece of toast being eaten. All of this being washed down the orange juice I had poured for him. I had no Idea of what to do, so I just stood at his bedside with my arms at my side. It probably took him all of twenty minutes to consume his breakfast, enjoying every last bite. 

Meanwhile, I was just standing there next to the bed, starving due to the fact that the only thing I'd consumed in the past couple of days was cum from that machine. The man finished the last bit of orange juice and wiped his mouth off with a napkin. Next the man cleared his throat. At first I didn't get his meaning, but after he cleared his throat a second time I understood that I was to remove the tray from the bed. I leaned down and took the tray. I took a few steps back from the bed, bending at the knees to give a small curtsy as I left the room.

"Put those dishes in the sink and then come back in here maid." The man yelled at me down the hall. I acknowledged with a yes sir and continued down to the kitchen. Again, almost falling down the stairs, I made it to the kitchen and proceeded by putting his plate and drinking glass in the soapy water I had used earlier. I threw away the napkins and put the serving tray back up. I then took a deep breath and headed back up the stairs to the man's bedroom. I walked in to him lying in bed. He starred at me as I entered the room. He had that quirky smile he liked to wear constantly. I knew then that I wasn't going to like what was about to happen.

"Come over here maid, I want you to....look at something." He said using his finger to summon me closer to him. I began to move slowly toward him, trying to take in everything that was happening around me. I moved toward him till I was at the same position that I was in when I served him breakfast. With his left hand, he motioned for me to kneel down next to his bed. I hesitated for a second, but quickly obeyed when I saw the intenseness come across the man's face. I was now practically eye level with the man. I watched as he took me right arm and brought it up to where the sheets were covering him. My hand was shaking horribly, I'm sure the man could tell that. However, I'm sure at the same time that he didn't care. 

He started by taking my hand and using it to pull the covers off of his torso. I didn't try to fight back. I figured that there would just be a punishment in it for me. So I just watched as he made my hand pull the covers down to where it only covered his feet. Clearly he had no intensions of getting out of bed just yet. I knew where this was going, but I was secretly and praying that I was wrong. The man then slowly brought my hand back up, grazing his leg on the way back up. Just as I figured, he made my hand stop at the mid-section of his body. I watched as a devilish grin crossed his face as he placed my hand on his crotch. As soon as my palm made contact, I could feel the man's member growing beneath his bottoms. He began to make my hand rub and gently grab him. I rubbed him a circular motion, feeling his bulge grow with the movement. I gulped, as I watched myself rub this man's crotch. With each rub, the bulge in his pants kept getting larger and larger. I was beginning to think that it wasn't going to stop growing.

"Does that feel good, maid? Doesn't it feel natural for a little sissy like yourself to be rubbing a huge cock like this?" the man asked me. I was speechless. Of course he knew the answer to his own question. That I fucking hated this and I hated him. However, I also knew that this was one of his favorite things to do. One of his favorite games was to mentally break me down.

"If you say so, sir." Was the best reply I could come up with. It was the closest thing to the truth I could say without instantly pissing him off. Or perhaps worry about getting a spanking. Of course I didn't want to be rubbing this man, or any man for that matter, in this way. However, he was forcing me to do so, so if he said it, than I guess that's the way it was. The man didn't get angry by the response, he just smirked at me.

"I can tell that you're enjoying yourself. I never said that you had to keep rubbing me when I removed my hand from yours. Yet here you are still rubbing away." He said gesturing down to my hand on his junk. I instantly jerked my hand away. Of course the man hadn't said directly that he wanted me to continue, but I could tell that that's what he meant for me to do. The sick bastard was fucking with me, and I hated him for that, along with everything else.

The man then removed his feet from the rest of the covers of the bed. He swung the rest of his body around to where he was now in a sitting position on the edge of the bed. I was now eye to eye with his crotch area. I could see the massive bulge I had created trying to pierce its way through the fabric of his bottoms. I didn't have to wait to see what the hell created that massive bulge in the man's pants. He slowly slipped his bottoms off until they were resting around his ankles. I was now eye to eye with a massive cock. It was standing almost rock hard and was every bit of seven inches, if not more. Tears were starting to form in my eyes and I looked up at the man. 

He was slightly nodding his head. He was practically telling me that I'd get to suck him off. I remembered a video I had seen once, where a sexy French maid blew this guy with a massive cock. I remember thinking to myself that that would be hot, and that I wouldn't mind that happening to me. I never in entire life would I have guess that I'd be put into this position. That I was going to get to live out my fantasy, but on the wrong end of the spectrum. I was now the sexy slut maid, down on my knees to suck off this man.

"As much fun as you were having playing with my cock, I'm ready to have those luscious, slutty lips around it now. I know that you just craving this throbbing cock in that mouth of yours too." He said point down to the throbbing member. I cringed at the man's last remark. He really had intensions and was going to make me suck his dick. I was terrified. It was like the basement all over again, except with the real thing. I wanted to run, just like before, however I still had nowhere to run to. I was trapped and now I was going to have a real cock in my mouth, followed with fresh cum I'm sure. He moved further off the bed, putting his cock within inches of my face. I could probably have stuck my tongue out and licked it had I wanted to, keep in mind. I was so panicked that the room seem to be closing in on me.

"Now, be a good girl and give your master a good blow job." The man said positioning his left hand behind my head. I could feel him pull my head closer to his bulging cock. I watched as he positioned it right in front of my painted ruby red lips. This was it; this was going to be the real thing, with no apparent way out. My master was fixing to give me my first real lesson in becoming a cock slut, and I was powerless to stop his assault. I closed my eyes and waited for the horror to really begin. 

To be continued.....