9 comments/ 75979 views/ 23 favorites Trixie's Chastity 01 By: trixie47cd Part 2: Trixie learns his new role. Since my wife came home early and caught me masturbating in women's frilly lace 2 month ago, so much has changed. She has taken control of my life since I begged her not to spread the story and pictures of my humiliation around town. After I made the choice of submitting to her feminization training, there really was no going back for me. Today my new cock cage arrived, and Goddess let me put it on right away. It's wonderful. It's smaller and tighter than the last one, but so much more comfortable. Its nickel plated steel. Much less rough than the leather harnesses. She also ordered a very slim, heavily veined 12 inch dildo for me. And I was told to put it in myself and hold it in with a gaff while I finished up the day's housework. Every now and then she will key the remote control on the dildo, and my asspussy will quiver to whatever level of vibration she wants me to receive, and for as long as she wants. Goddess has had my sissy cock locked up for 2 weeks now and I've been more attentive to details as I learn to please her better and she hasn't had to punish me for almost 3 days, so today I am allowed to wear whichever breast forms I choose as a reward. I went with the big size 11 forms and my black lacy longline bra with the sheer bouncy 38DD cups. I love this feeling, too. The weight and sag of the heavy silicone forms move along with me and make me feel so feminine. Goddess knows this turns me on, and ridicules my cock trying to get hard in its prison of the day. And that only feeds on itself as my cock refuses to behave itself. As my attempts at erection finally end and I begin to soften, the feeling is more of pleasure than relief. I have somehow have learned to wait patiently for Goddess to reward me with an orgasm. I hope that as I please her more, she will take mercy on me and let me earn my sexual release. This morning when she got home from her date, she tied me spread-eagle to the bedposts, then straddled my face and allowed me to clean her pussy of all the cum she'd gotten at their party. I brought Goddess to what I hope were several good orgasms, and concentrated on her pleasure, rather than dwelling on my bulging sissy cock straining against the steel chastity cage I have been wearing during my sissy maid training. Although I'd eaten every one of my own sperm loads I've been allowed to release since Goddess caught me dressed in sexy lace, this was my first taste of another man's sperm, and I wondered how many men she had last night. Not that it mattered to me. I had to do what she wanted, or face complete personal and professional humiliation if Goddess exposed me to the world. So far the only people I knew of that had knowledge of my submission to her were her girlfriends, and her sister. But this afternoon while I was kneeling before her lapping pussy again, she was on the phone to someone telling them every detail of my frilly maid outfit and what I was doing for her. It sounded like they were planning something, but most of the conversation was from the other end, so it was hard for me to follow. I bathed her after dinner, and she told me to shave and shower. Then I was to put on what she was laying out for me on my bed. I was given 30 minutes to get dressed and then report back so she could do my makeup. I said, "Yes Goddess. Thank you for allowing me to wear makeup tonight and feel more feminine. Thank you for allowing me to wear my big breasts today, too." She laughed and went to her room to dress. I found the same breasts and bra from today, a black lacy garter and sheer black stockings. They felt so good sliding onto my smooth legs. I quickly got into these, and then had to squeeze into a tight pink ballerina outfit with frilly tutu. My garters and cock cage were in full view, as was most of my ass. Goddess spent several minutes on my face, and when I looked in the mirror, I saw a different face than mine. I was a whore with dark blue heavy eye shadow, exaggerated lip liner and crimson lipstick. Thick mascara and then she gave me a real reward. A short curly reddish blond wig made me actually look like a female. I was really starting to feel like one, too. I was given a pair of white open toed stiletto 4 inch heels to wear. This was another treat for me. I hadn't had nylons & shoes or a wig on since my wife caught me and became my Goddess. When she was ready, she clipped a chrome chain dog leash onto my new metal cock cage, and led me to the door. She was taking me outside dressed like this? When I started to protest, she slapped my face, hard. "Shut up, slut boy. You wanted to serve me and please me so I won't tell everyone you used to know that you love wearing women's underwear and jerking off all day. Well, it will please me if you shut your fucking sissy mouth and do what I tell you. We're going to meet some people. You have already earned another week of chastity, just for questioning my orders. Well, Trixie girl, are you ready to go with me and do as you're told? Or would you like to have your little useless thingie caged up for the rest of the month?" My face still stinging, I said, "Yes, Goddess. I'm sorry. Please take me with you and let me serve you." "That's better, slut-boy. You're going to have a lot of fun tonight, slut. At least I will," she said as we left the house and got in the car. I was carrying a large gym bag she'd had waiting by the front door. She drove. I was glad because I could barely stand in these high heels, let alone drive in them. Driving across town, she told me coldly, "You are going to experience several new things tonight, my little sissy slut. And I want you to pay attention and learn. Don't be so stupid as to argue with me in front of people. The punishments you get for Doing it at home will seem like fun compared to what I'll do to you if you fail me even once tonight. I've told them you are broken and subservient. Do what I tell you, and do it cheerfully and the very best you can." "Yes Goddess, I will. I want to please you, and I won't let you down," I said, as we turned into the driveway of a big estate. She parked the car, and we walked to the door. Of course I was worried about what was happening, wondering who she knew at this place, and what they had planned for me. She pulled the car up to the front portico, and a valet opened her door and helped her out before doing the same for me. We went up the steps to the big house, Goddess in a tight fitting black spandex dress showing off her womanly curves. I tottered along behind her on my spiked heels on my leash. The door was opened by a beautiful and very tall uniformed maid, who curtsied and asked us inside. There were several couples and a few singles scattered about the large room we were in, and I could hear more activity around the house. The maid asked my Goddess if she would care for anything to drink while looking me up and down. She asked for a glass of red wine and handed my leash to a statuesque brunette seated on a couch with 2 gorgeous blondes, whispered something to them, and told me to behave myself. Then she left the room and me standing before the women like a slave at auction. I realized I was standing, and awkwardly sank to my knees before the beautiful women on the sofa. Every now and then the plug in my asspussy would randomly vibrate for a while, making me squirm and fidget. The women were chatting about their work, and mostly ignored me as I waited for whatever was going on here to be revealed to me. I was in no hurry. Whatever was on the agenda for me was probably going to be uncomfortable. But I had to be patient and follow whatever Goddess told me. I'd been warned not to embarrass her tonight and she had all those pictures and DVDs of me at home over the past 2 months. My former life was over, and I was accepting that. Goddess finally returned with a very large black man and an evil grin on her face. She took my leash from the brunette and handed it to him while introducing me. "Lance, this is my sissy toy Trixie. Will you take him and get him ready, please? He's very eager to begin further training." She asked, giving him a sloppy kiss and rubbing her chest against his big broad one. Lance snapped his fingers and the maid reappeared. He said, Tammy, take Trixie downstairs and set him up on table number 3. We may be a while, so not too tightly, like you did last time." "Yes Master, as you wish." The maid said, taking my cock leash from him and leading me out of the room and down a long flight of stairs. The heels were giving me some trouble on the staircase, but I gasped when a door at the bottom was opened. The room was large and dimly lit by several large candles, with rough stone walls and every sort of kinky bondage device and toy I'd ever heard of and more hanging from racks. There were several benches, chairs with restraints, chains hanging from the ceiling. A large wooden X with straps was on another wall. In a dim corner I could see a metal cage that had someone inside wearing head to toe red latex. Arms bound in a latex straightjacket, hood with the mouth zippered shut, and eyes covered. This poor creature followed the sound of us moving about the room but made no sound. I was terrified. What the fuck was this? There were several sofas and easy chairs scattered around, and racks of dildoes, vibrators, clamps, and much more in all sizes. The maid motioned me to a heavy wooden bench and told me to kneel on it. She put black leather wrist and ankle restraints on me and padlocked them to iron rings on the corners. This left me on my knees with my chin resting on a lightly padded vinyl rest and my tits hanging down. Then she left without a word. All I could see was the creature in the cage, and wondered what he or she had done to be punished like this. My cock was bulging in its cage as I waited for my fate. After an hour or so, Goddess came into the room with Lance, another black man, and the maid. The maid removed the plug and put in a larger one as Goddess told me "Tonight you take another step in your training, whore. Since you like the taste of your own cum and the creampies I let you eat out of me, tonight you will see how much better it is right from the tap. So thick, warm and gooey. You're going to love it, slut, and I'm going to enjoy watching you suck off every man that wants your sissy mouth. I've also set up a rate chart for the men to pay me each time they use you. Since you are unskilled, it's only ten dollars for a blowjob, and fifty dollars to fuck you. Of course, the first man to take each hole will pay double for the privilege of taking your virginity." She had a wicked smile on her face and a hand was stroking Lance's bulging crotch. The other man said "I get that mouth first, right?" He handed Goddess a twenty, then pulled out his cock as bright lights came on and I saw there were several cameras in the room. Most were aimed at me tied and helpless as I stared at the thick black cock hanging before my face. It looked like a dark brown beer can, and it wasn't hard yet. He moved closer till it was touching my lips. Goddess moved behind me and said "Kiss it Trixie. Lick that big cock and make him believe you want to suck it. Ask permission to suck that cock." "Please sir. May I suck your cock?" I whimpered. This got me a sharp blow across my ass with a paddle as Goddess said, "You worthless cunt. Why did you ask HIM? You belong to ME. Remember?" WHACK. And a few more spanks before I came to my senses and begged her. "I'm sorry Goddess. May I please suck his cock?" She whacked me once more, and told me to go ahead. I licked the sagging foreskin of the huge dick until the purplish head poked out. The whole thing was growing impossibly big before my eyes. I wanted to touch it, but my hands were tied, so I had to accept it into my mouth at his pace. Apparently the new plug in my ass was also inflatable. Goddess was pumping it up and the pressure was getting unbearable. When I groaned around the stiffening meat in my mouth, everyone laughed. The guy grabbed my head and pulled me onto his cock as he just held his hips firm. His cock was still growing and gagging my throat. Goddess had allowed me to suck her strapon cocks, but she didn't have one as big as this. It was much softer than even her big jelly one, and I could feel it was alive. The guy let go of my head and told me to just bob on it. "Yeah, that's it. Oh yeah. Just like that, sissy boy. Suck my cock you faggot slut. Take all of it. In and out, yeah, just like that. Don't stop till I tell you to. He said to the others, "This whore is a natural." His cock was still expanding in my mouth. Goddess was releasing some of the air in my butt plug, and teasing me with pumping it back up, larger each time. I was scared to find out just how big it would go. I had no idea how big the cock I was gagging on would get, either. But the guy was breathing hard and tensing up as he grabbed my ears and held me down on his shaft. Most of it was stuck down my throat as his balls convulsed and shot his seed into me. His shaft was pulsing, and although I couldn't taste the first few blasts, he kept spurting as he pulled me away from it. My mouth was filling up, so I had to swallow a lot of it before he pulled out completely. A few more squirts landed on my face before he finally stopped cumming. Sperm was drooling from my chin and eyebrow as Goddess told me to lick him clean. Then the guy zipped up. Goddess pumped up my plug another impossible notch, and set it to vibrate before they left me. The camera lights dimmed when they closed the door. I'd just sucked a man's huge cock and swallowed most of his semen. And my cock was so hard I started to cry. My ass and prostate were so sensitive my balls tried to ejaculate, but I didn't believe I could. And knew Goddess would be furious if I was able to without her permission. Then I remembered what Goddess had said about the men upstairs. I tried to recall how many I'd seen up there. It probably didn't matter. But there had to have been at least eight more, unless more arrived. I was going to be used by as many of them as Goddess wished. Perhaps an hour later, the door to this dungeon opened and the bright camera lights snapped on again. I couldn't see much, but I could hear several voices and felt someone finally remove the plug from my asspussy. Someone climbed onto the bench behind me and Goddess sat before me, watching my face as something large pushed against my rear opening. Her face was a mixture of curiosity, amusement, and disgust as whoever was behind me put the first real penis into me. He slowly pushed it in and I thought I was being split apart until I felt his thighs rest against my butt cheeks. Goddess laughed, looking into my eyes she asked, "Do you like being fucked Trixie? Do you just love being a slutty fuck toy for my real man friends?" The guy behind me was sawing his hard dick in and out of me now, and I DID like it. "Yes, Goddess. Yes I do love it. Thank you for letting your friends take my virginity." I was actually enjoying getting buttfucked while my wife watched these men use me, dressed and made up as a slutty whore. She looked around the room, and satisfied the cameras would catch all the action, she moved off to the side, allowing a very fat stocky man to stand before me. He dropped his pants and put his short fat cock against my lips. With no real choice, I kissed and licked it hard while the guy fucking me picked up the pace. His hips slamming against mine as he bottomed out with each deep thrust into my rectum. The fat guy grabbed my head, and held me as he shot thick wads of jizz into my sucking mouth, then pulled away, making room for a tall skinny dude. This guy's cock was very long, but not much thicker than a hotdog. As soon as it was pushing into my throat, I felt the guy behind me tense up. A few more deep strokes into me, and I felt him hold it inside me balls-deep as his cock pulsed over and over, filling me with his load. I loved this feeling almost as much as I used to enjoy cumming inside my wife. Another cock pushed into me before I could moan about the empty feeling back there. I felt like such a slut. If Goddess was trying to punish me, I doubted it was working. I loved it. The skinny guy pulled out and emptied his nuts all over my face as the new invader pumped my butt. Another cock appeared before me, and I greedily sucked it into my mouth... This went on for what seemed like hours. But after I watched my wife straddle a huge black cock while sucking another, and they both came all over her, Goddess stood before me as the last cock pulled out of my stretched, gooey cunthole. My cock was raging hard in its cage as I followed her command and licked all the sperm from her body after someone unshackled me. Goddess told me to get a quick shower, since it was only midnight, and a few of the boys wanted to take me to the local adult video arcade for a few hours. "Good thing I brought you another outfit, Trixie. Everyone is just going to LOVE this one..." 2 Trixie's Chastity 02 Tammy, the maid took me away to shower quickly in an upstairs bathroom. I was only given about 3 minutes to scrub off the caked on sperm from the guests at the party, then Tammy helped towel me off and completely re-do my makeup. Goddess had packed a dark brown wavy wig that gave me a secretary or teacher look, but the navy pleated skirt was short enough to show my garters and tops of the dark sheer stockings. Three inch sensible pumps and a semi-sheer black blouse easily showed the lacy beige bra now holding my 38DD cup boobies. I was led to a side door where a limo was waiting with Lance and the other 3 black men that had just used my body in their dungeon. We were waiting for my Goddess to refresh herself, I was told by Lance. He also told the others, who were arguing about who was going to get the first blowjob while we drove to the Arcade across town, not to mess up my face. "Fuck him if you want to, but don't be gettin' your jizz all over my new leather seats. And Dina wants him looking like some thrill-seeking amateur whore tonight", he warned them. The driver opened the door next to Lance, and handed in Goddess (my wife). She was dressed in the same style as she'd given me, but her outfit was much more conservative. We might have been co-workers out for a troll on the town with four giant black men, but close-up, I looked like the horny slut ready for anything. When we arrived at the dimly lit adult toy store and arcade, two of the men went in to have a look around, and speak with the owner. The came back out and led me through the store, one holding each of my elbows as they slow marched me to a curtained hallway in the back. There were doors in the dim red light, and a few were closed. I was led into one near the back that had a bench, cheap mirrors on the walls, and holes. There was a cock sticking out of one of the holes, and big black hands pushed me to my knees before it. " You know what to do, bitch." He said, as they closed the door and locked it from the outside. It took about 5 minutes for the guy on the other side of the wall to shoot his load in my mouth, and just as I was glad I've swallowed it all, Goddess and Lance entered my little 6 by 6 foot room. Lance had a small video camera running and Goddess gave me my instructions: "Trixie, it's now 5 minutes to midnight. You will be here for at least 4 hours sucking cock and getting all that tasty sperm you love so much. One of the people from our car will be with you at all times to supervise your skills, enthusiasm, and eagerness to please me, your Goddess. Anyone that is in this room with me is allowed to fuck you. You will swallow all of the cum that you can from the cocks at the holes. Anything you can't swallow must be spit or collected in this bucket. But you WILL try, my little sissy slut husband." She put a gallon plastic pail on the floor, and then another cock came thru the hole, so I had to take it in my mouth as she lifted my short skirt, pulled my red panties down off my legs, and then gave my cock cage a little pull. "Can't have Trixie the whore getting a stiffy while she's working, can we? Have fun, faggot. This movie is going to make a mint. Not to mention my share of the half we get from the store owner for your whoring tonight. Believe it or not, after the men in the store saw you come in looking all innocent and cheap, your price went up to forty dollars for a glory hole blowjob. At this rate, we'll be able to get you some real titties and hormones." Hormones? For me? I was still trying to deal with what was happening to me right now, when the cock in my mouth erupted a small geyser of thick, ropy sperm. I caught as much as I could, swallowed, and let the rest drip off my chin into the pail. I was scared, this slave thing was already moving way too fast, but my wife (Sorry, my Goddess???) wanted to put me through a sex change? Just because I liked wearing her clothes? Lance set the camera on a tripod, pointed toward me, turned on a bright set of overhead lights, and left the room. The bright light really showed off the dinginess of the booth. There were stains and crude writing on the walls, but the mirrors were fairly clean. I heard later that this booth was sort of a 'studio' for amateur porn or friends of the owner to use for special occasions. I wondered how much time I'd spend on my knees in this place before Goddess relented, promoted me, or killed me. I had fantasies about being used as a sissy whore in my crossdressing past, but this was really getting to me. I was scared, sore, and tired. But I was also thrilled, horny, and feeling so feminine. This had been a daydream several times for me, but now it was my reality. And I really liked feeling this way. I liked serving cocks, and I liked being told to do it. I just wished I had a say in the matter. So I tried to be a good slut on his knees in a glory hole, and sucked penis after penis for 4 hours that night. I wanted my Goddess to find a better use for her slave boy husband. I was going on trust that she would relent if I played her game. She'd told me she wanted enthusiasm, so I went to the other hole and looked out. There was a guy visible in the light from a video screen, so I asked him to let me have his cock. It was so short it barely gave me anything to get my lips around through the thickness of the half-inch wallboard. But he gave me my reward quickly, and another dick was coming through the first hole. The minute my lips touched it, he shot his wad all over my face and hair. I tried to scoop it into the pail and lick off what I could, but I was a stick mess already. "That's perfect," Lance said when he came back into my booth. "I got the guy out of the other booth, so things should be pretty constant real soon. I'm gonna take the whore out for another tour of the store. There's got to be at least forty dudes out there. I'll give 'em a look at what they're gonna get, and the price will go way up for the ones that don't want to wait all night." He took me by the arm and led me around the store aisles and out for a stroll on the sidewalk. You didn't have to be very close to see the jizz in my dark wig, on my blouse and tits, and on my skirt. A few guys groped my ass or tits as I was led back to my work station for the rest of the night. Over the next hour or so I blew several guys that stuck their dicks in my booth. On the average I was getting a load every 1 to 5 minutes. But as time wore on, the effort was really making my jaw ache. My knees, back and neck were getting very stiff, too. There was about an inch on sperm pooled in the pail. I was swallowing all I could, and wondered if I could feel it sloshing around inside of me. One of the black men came in the room, paused the camera, and put in a new dvd disc. Goddess pulled the plug out of my pussy, and rolled a condom onto his cock after I kissed it hard for them. His large black penis pushed into me fairly easily after my earlier training tonight, and he sawed that meat pole in and out of my asscunt as I sucked one cock after another coming my way. The man fucking me pulled out of me abruptly, and moved to stand over my head as he stripped off the rubber and shot a gooey wad onto my forehead and in my eyes while I was gagging on a monster in one of the holes. When the guy in my mouth came, I was flooded. I tried to eat some, but managed to get my head over the pail in time to catch most of the excess. This man left the room, and another one of them came back in to get close-up video of Goddess taking my gaping ass with a larger than last night's strapon. This one was also black and about 10 inches long and over 2 inches thick with big ropelike veins on it. I could see the other end of the big dildo nestled inside her delicious slit behind the studded black leather harness. I hoped her end was as big as mine was, because she really needed to relax. I guess she might have had penis envy after playing with the boys from the Hood at the dungeon earlier. As she slid it into me she said, "I picked out this one from the store just for you, honey. I don't want you getting torn up by the big surprise you have coming later. Don't worry, my little pet whore, the other 3 men we came with are all going to have a turn fucking you so we can keep you nice and stretched out." My wife fucked my sissy cunt while I blew still more cocks in front of me. My stomach was full of sperm. I still had hours to go. One by one, the rest of the men took my ass as it seemed like I sucked every dick in town, twice. I was aching all over and my hose was torn and sticky with semen. My wig was becoming a hard shell or crusted jism, and my bra was sloshing. Goddess stuck her big hard rubber cock in me again for the camera. Another guy I hadn't seen yet came into the booth with us. He was a tall slim black man, and my wife pulled her cock out of my boycunt and shoved it into my mouth so I couldn't protest when I saw the size of this new monster. This skinny dude's dick was at least 11 inches long and as thick as my wrist, and it looked flaccid. I knew what was coming my way and tried to protest, but the big strapon filling my mouth gagged me as Goddess slapped my cheek hard. "Take it faggot. Take this big cock and make us feel like you want it. Do you want to spend the next month in this booth? Or do you want to show me you will do what I tell you? I think Mr. Big here will tell us all a lot about you. A good slutty whore slave would want all the cock she can get. You're not getting tired, are you, honey?" She let go of my head, but I knew she wanted to be in my mouth when he rammed that thing inside me. She had been stroking him hard, and guided him into my open rosebud bareback. I was so stretched out from getting buttfucked at least 15 times already tonight, and it didn't hurt nearly as much as I expected. I just felt...Very full. Fortunately, Mr. Big was very gentle, and it only hurt when he slid the last few inches into me. Lance was now in the room, working angles on the video camera as I got spitroasted by a cock the size of a fire extinguisher and my wife's giant double strapon. As I endured what I hoped would be the biggest penis I ever saw, Goddess yielded my mouth to two new cocks at the holes. I sucked the smaller, and stroked the bigger. They came almost together, and I swallowed more while letting more drip into my pail. Mr. Big picked up his pace fucking me, gripped my hips tightly, and shot pulse after warm wet pulse of semen deep into my guts. He just held it there inside me, and I felt him convulse with each throb of his nuts. When he eased out of my ass, Goddess ordered me to straddle the pail and let the creampie run out of me. All this happened as I serviced two more dicks orally. Mr. Big left after I cleaned his giant softening prick with my tongue, and let in a dumpy fat guy. He was the owner of the store, and just pulled out his unit and jerked off on the side of my face. I thanked him, and Goddess told me, "Well Trixie, you've been a very naughty slut, but I think that deserves a reward. So, instead of keeping you here for another 40 minutes to finish your shift, I think we can shut down the line now. Good news my little sissy fag, there are only nine more guys to go. I knelt there with my eyes nearly stuck shut, and thanked her. Lance laughed. I wanted to cry, but in a twisted way I was also happy. I wondered what the record cum loads in a bukkake was, and wondered if I was close. This was being recorded, after all. And I truly believed that I needed to be the best sissy whore I could be, if I wanted any mercy from my wife. I finished off the rest of the cocks presented to me, and then was led out into the store again. There were a few men hanging around. The store was open 24 hours, but my booth had been shut down for the night. Lance spoke with the store owner, and I saw cash change hands while some of the sperm dripped off of me and some dried in onto me, feeling crusty and slick. I smelled terrible, and I learned that the reason we were waiting was to have one of Lance's pals bring my car to the store so I wouldn't ruin his limo on the ride home. Someone poured about 3 quarts of sperm from the pail into a gallon jug. A few of the guys in the store took cellphone pics of the glazed whore waiting to be told what to do next. Finally, at about 5AM, Goddess gave me my car keys and told me to drive home. I was to put the sperm bank in the freezer, bathe, and sleep in my cock cage. Goddess would be over sometime tomorrow while I cleaned the house to give me further instructions on the rest of my training as her willing sissy cuckold slave. Continued... Trixie's Chastity 03 By the time I pulled my car into our driveway, most of the semen coating me from head to toe had dried to a flaking crusty shell. I stuck to the driver's seat as I climbed out on wobbly legs. The sun was just coming up and I hurried to get inside the house before any neighbors saw me like this. I started a pot of coffee, put the gallon jug of sperm in the freezer, and went to the shower. It tried to peel the glued on nylons and underwear from myself, but it was so stuck on, I just stepped into the shower stall an let the warm water loosen it up. The wig dropped to the floor while I scrubbed the ruined makeup off my face. I finally got the rest of the slutty outfit off of me, and removed the large breast forms from my chest. I stepped out, toweled off, and shaved my face before re-applying makeup. Goddess hadn't specified an outfit for me so I glued on the smaller B cup forms with the sturdy black cotton bullet bra, white panty hose, and the black open bottom girdle. 2" heels would be fine, I thought. My ankles and legs were still sore from 20 hours in those impossibly high heels I'd worn yesterday. The chin length blond bob wig would be good enough for today's housework. I was exhausted from lack of sleep, but was afraid of what they might do if I was found lacking in enthusiasm for today's chores as the maid. Sipping a much needed cup of coffee I was sketching out the order of the day. I had a few loads of laundry, the bathrooms, kitchen, and living area to clean. I was also ravenously hungry. All I'd had to eat in the past day or so was an enormous amount of sperm. I was just putting some bread in the toaster when the back door opened. Goddess and Lance entered the kitchen, followed by Tammy, the crossdressed maid. Tammy was wearing a tight demure dress and low heels. She (he) looked more ready to work in an office than serve oversexed partygoers. Lance helped himself to a cup of coffee, poured one for my wife, and said, "See? I told you the little fag would do as he was told. It looks like he skimped a little on the outfit for today, though. We can't have our new slave girl getting lazy on us." Goddess sipped her coffee and nodded. Then she told me to sit down and pay attention. "Trixie, last night you showed us what you are capable of enduring. It was a test. As much to prove to you how much of a whore you are as to me. We understand that no one could do that every day. But now you have some idea of what your future holds. Follow our plan and we will probably not have to use pain as an incentive. If you resist, become uncooperative, or try to flee, you have seen a small taste of how ugly your new life might become." She went on to explain that Tammy was here to help me with makeup and fashion, as I was, in their opinion, rather unpolished as a woman. Tammy would move into our house for a few weeks, or as long as it took to get me ready for passing effortlessly as a female. I was to follow Tammy's instructions and learn all I could from her. I was to accept Tammy's word as a command from her or my Master, Lance. "You need to learn all the tips, tricks, and shortcuts that a woman knows about how to look, move, act, and behave in different public settings. Until we feel you are ready to do outcall prostitution work, you will entertain clients here. Of course, your little sissy cockette will remain locked up unless you are being rewarded, but that won't be very often. Work hard, Learn all you can, my little sissy fag, and you may even learn to look forward to the rewards you can earn in your new job." I was shaken badly by these words. Last week, I was a closet crossdresser with a boring office job. It seemed that my wife was using the leverage she'd gained in our relationship to turn me into a whore. And I had to admit. All the fantasies I'd ever had while dressed paled when compared to the reality I'd experienced in the past few days. This was moving way too fast for me, but deep down, I accepted it. I even liked it. Being a toy for men to use turned me on in a base way. I just nodded, accepting her words as law. Goddess continued, "Lance and I are taking a vacation for a few weeks. I'm going to leave a key for your chastity cage with Tammy, just in case she feels you deserve to be let out while we're gone. Tammy's story is remarkably similar to yours. His ex-wife sold him off to Lance a few years ago, and since then has served Lance's home well. I expect you to make fast progress in your transition to sissy maid. We'll figure out a longer term plan for you as time goes on. But assume that your old way of life is over." She reached out to hold my chin, forcing me to look her in the eye. "Last night your whore debut at the glory hole was so profitable, even the store owner was surprised. He wants you back there tonight, but I did you a big favor and declined. We may use that as a punishment, as needed, but you appeared to enjoy it just a little too much. Would you like to know how much money you made sucking cock all night?" I was curious. I had no idea how many men had used me, but it was an awful lot. My wife smiled as she unfolded a piece of paper and read. "Mr. Big paid $400 to take your ass. Six other men paid between $100-150. The first 23 men paid $20 for your blowjobs. Once the buzz on the street grew, the next 33 guys were paying $50 dollars. That's over three thousand dollars. All of it in cash, too. Even after the 40 percent cut to the fat slob that owns the place, we made nearly two thousand for last night's work. You never made that in a month at your crappy job, so you can see how it's a no-brainer for me to have you earn all you can as a sex toy." Lance grinned and showed me a huge wad of currency as he added, "And, we got 4 hours of video to edit down into several fetish porn movies. I can get another ton of money for distributing those, too. You gonna be a star, baby. Work hard, and do what Tammy tells you while I take your wife to Hawaii and fuck her senseless with a real man's cock." I started to cry. It made them laugh, even Tammy smiled for the first time. My wife said "Do you remember the talk of hormones and breast implants yesterday? Well, the hormones are for you. Tammy will see to the dosage. The boob job is for me. I've always wanted D cups, but couldn't justify the expense. But now, Trixie dear, you will be paying for them. We'll see how much progress your body makes with the hormone treatments over the next few months before we decide on real boobies for you. Good luck honey. We'll see you next month." She leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, handed the tiny key to my cock to Tammy, and rose to leave with her big black lover. Tammy looked at me, sighed, and told me to make us something to eat while she looked over the feminine clothes in the house. She mumbled something about having her work cut out for her and left the room. About an hour later, after we'd eaten some toast and eggs, Tammy took me upstairs and began my first makeup lesson. Explaining the difference between daytime and nighttime subtleties, I found myself looking much more like a soccer mom than a tarted up hooker. She had me put on a knee length jersey dress, did some magic with my short blond wig. She tucked a large feminine pad between my legs inside my panty girdle, and we left for the mall in her car for what she said were basic things I was going to need to pull off this gig. Lance had left her a lot of the cash I'd earned last night to spend on my transformation. We spent a few hours at the mall getting me two handbags, 3 pairs of sensible shoes, skirts, blouses, and other ladies wear. The most interesting garment was a tight black crotchless girdle with pads on the hips and in the butt that gave me very nice curvy hips. This one thing alone was the biggest change in my appearance that day. We had lunch at a mall bistro while watching ladies walk by doing their everyday routines. Tammy coached me on things I wouldn't have noticed about the ways women moved and acted while out in public. I tried to pay attention, but there was just too much to absorb. It was midafternoon when she decided today's lesson was as complete. We got back into her car and drove to the grocery store, where she walked along with me offering tips and corrections about my manner and motion. I already felt more comfortable about being out while looking like most of the other women, and told her so. "You have a long way to go, Trixie, but you're learning." She said, with an approving nod as we left the store. On the way home she told me that Lance had left the raw video footage of my whore debut with us to edit while they were away, and that we'd be working on that when time permitted. She also told me we would be entertaining two of Lance's friends tonight, and what I should cook for dinner while she supervised and helped. "I'm here to show you much more than just how to please men. My main task is to get you more able to move about the world as a woman, so you can be more than just a kept slave slut in this house." She said as she parked the car and we carried the day's purchases inside. "Start the roast for dinner at 7:00, and meet me upstairs in the bathroom, Trixie. We still have several things to get ready for tonight. Oh, by the way, just call me Tammy. Even though I'm responsible for your training and you are under my wishes, There's no need for all that yes Goddess, no Master stuff. Unless I feel you're not giving things your best efforts." I said, "OK Tammy. I'll try." And carried the groceries into the kitchen. When I got up to the bath, Tammy was soaking in the tub. I couldn't help but ogle her beautiful teardrop shaped C cup breasts, and her cock was half hidden in the soapy bathwater. Somehow, it was a conflict for me as to which drew my attention more. She rose from the bath and I toweled her off gently. She smiled, pushed me to my knees, and offered me her cock. I took it into my mouth and she moaned. I wondered how long it had been since she ejaculated, because it only took a minute before she tightened up and filled my mouth with spurt after hot spurt of creamy cum. A small sigh escaped from her pretty lips as she regained some composure and pulled me back to my feet. She kissed me, her tongue searching my mouth and sharing her load with me before telling me to get into the tub and shave my body hairless. As I did that she stripped off her day's makeup and began on a much bolder look for herself. I was busy paying close attention to removing any stubble on my body, but she kept up with what she was doing to her face while giving me verbal tips on why each subtle change was needed for a more ladylike evening look. She began on my face after I was dried off and inspected. I was realizing most of what she'd shown and told me as I watched my new face materialize. She really was a wizard with this makeup stuff. I was told to give myself an enema. Twice, she said. You want to be really clean for our guests. It was a relief to do this. All day I'd felt last night's deposits leaking from my ass and realized why Tammy had me wear the maxi-pad on our shopping trip. I threw that in the bathroom wastebasket and used my wife's douchebag to fill my sore rectum with warm water as Tammy left to lay out my clothes for tonight's party. The enema felt weird to me, but I repeated the process until just clear water was expelled over the toilet. When I joined her in the bedroom she had the large DD cup breast forms and one of my new bras waiting. I put on the sheer white underwire bra and tucked in the forms with glue already applied to them. Next came a beautiful ivory lacy garter belt and beige stockings. A tight white gaff put some unwelcome pressure and an odd angle to my steel cock cage, but the look from the front was flat enough to suit her. Then came the padded girdle that shaped my butt and hips. A knee-length pleated navy skirt and tight lightweight sweater really showed off my new curves. Tammy added some costume jewelry, a long string of small 'pearls' looped around my neck a few times, and changed out the studs in my newly pierced ears for some plain gold 2 inch hoop earrings. A few gold colored bracelets and a ring seemed to complete the look she was going for, because she smiled and said "Hm, not bad at all." We went down to the kitchen and she made a few phone calls while I completed a few more dinner preparations. She checked the time and decided things were on schedule. "Trixie, you may have been wondering why you brought home a large container of semen this morning." She said. I had forgotten about it, but remembered the humiliation of collecting, storing, and carrying it home with me. I was told to take the gallon jug from the freezer, cut off the top of the jug, and to start a pan of water boiling. When the jug was opened and the water hot, my next task was to heat a paring knife and cut the frozen spunk into ice cube sized chunks. The stuff was the consistency of a popsicle, and took some work to prize free from the container. As I chopped spermsicles from the jug, she put them into a gallon freezer bag, explaining her orders to have me finish it all by the end of the week. She put one in my mouth and told me to eat it any way I wanted. "Suck on it, chew it. I don't care. But this bag will be gone by Friday. Good girl." It was cold, gooey, and slimy. It left a taste in my throat that I remembered well, even though my first taste of another man's cum had been recent, I already had a lot of experience with this flavor. Tammy checked the roast in the oven and led me to the living room where she coached me on walking, bending over, and sitting in a ladylike manner until the front doorbell rang. Right on time, she said, and told me to answer the door. I opened it to find two large black men that looked like stand-ins for a gangsta rap video. Tammy said "Hello, Master Jamal, Master James. I'd like you to meet my friend Trixie..." I greeted our gentleman callers with a kiss on the cheek as I led them in and invited them to sit with Tammy and took drink orders. I clacked back into the room with a tray of drinks and set it before them on the coffee table, taking a glass of white wine for myself. Once we were all settled in, with me sitting between the men Tammy filled me in on the purpose of tonight's exercise. "Jamal and James are good friends of Lance. They are familiar with the surprises we have in our panties, and are willing to help in your training as a housewife, a whore, and a porn queen. They will be staying here off and on for a week or two until you get comfortable with your new routine around the house," She said. She went on to tell me that the men were in charge, and she was only here to help and advise me. Anything the men desired, I was to comply with cheerfully and promptly. Jamal was stroking my thigh under my skirt, and James was cupping a breast form idly when Tammy asked how much time we had before dinner was served. I'd just checked the roast while mixing drinks, and said we could eat anytime in the next 30 minutes or so. "Good, then you got time to smoke my nigga pole for an appetizer" Jamal said, putting my hand on his bulging crotch. I took the cue, and unzipped him, reaching in to feel his warm spongy dick as I moved to kneel before him. His cock was very thick and hidden in foreskin. I leaned to kiss it feeling more comfortable with this 'normal' home seduction than I had tied to a bench in a basement, but not much more. Somehow I had abandoned any idea that my fate was temporary or escapable as I gently licked and sucked on him, coaxing the purple head to peek out of its sheath. I licked at the head and wormed my tongue up in the foreskin searching for it and tasted a drop of precum just before the one-eyed black snake came out of hiding. My eyes were locked on his as I gently sucked him into my mouth, as Tammy had told me men liked that. I know I used to. James was cuddling Tammy and watching my performance on his friend's growing pole. Jamal was laid back on the couch, drink in one hand and a cigar in the other as I serviced his black mamba with my mouth. There was no sense of urgency like I'd felt being gang raped in the basement. That night I was just trying to suck and fuck as many men as possible to be done with it faster. But tonight I was the hostess in a much quieter setting, and my guests wanted all the hospitality I could give them, while coaching me rather than just using my holes. After a few minutes of oral sex, Jamal probably wasn't even fully erect yet, but he grunted and started shooting jets of hot slimy sperm into my mouth. I knew it was coming eventually, but it took me by surprise. I didn't want to ruin my makeup so I swallowed it all like I just finished a trip across the desert. He was softening as I gently rubbed his huge hairy balls, and he got my sucking mouth off him by easing my shoulders back. I was on my knees before him still looking him right in the eye as he finished his drink and groaned. "Oh yeah. This ho gives GOOD head, James. This is gonna be a great week. You ready to get your snake drained?" James was sliding his baggy jeans down and spread his legs for me to kneel before him. He was already half hard, not as thick as his friend, but at least 8 inches of semi waited for my housewife whore's loving lips. I repeated the slow loving blowjob on him just as the timer on the oven chimed. "Perfect!" Tammy said with a smile, taking Jamal by the hand and leading him to the dining table. I licked James clean, thanked him, and bustled off to the kitchen. Dinner went well with good food (I'm a great cook), some more wine, jokes and stories. I hadn't realized it until James told us he'd been one of the guys in the basement gangbang, and said it was a very hot scene. "One of Trixie's tasks for the week, beside doing the housework, shopping, cooking, and taking care of our sexual needs is to edit all the raw video shot by 4 cameras that night. You guys are welcome to help if you like," Tammy said. Both men said they would love to see it, and went to get the files set up on my computers. James was a producer for some obscure rap star and had a lot of experience with video. I went off to clean the dishes and kitchen while Tammy and Jamal left to pick up some professional video gear from James' home. When they returned a couple of hours later, carrying some equipment cases, I was on my back, my stocking clad legs over James' shoulders as he pounded in and out of my asspussy. His cock had grown to an impressive 10 inches as he skimmed over the raw video waiting for his gear to arrive. Even though I'd blown him before dinner, he said he just had to fuck me before he came again. Tammy and Jamal set the gear down and watched my caged cock furiously wagging uselessly as James thrust in and out of me endlessly. After a while, they went into the kitchen to get more drinks. They came back in to set up the editing gear just as James pulled out of me and shot thick ribbons of cum all over my hiked up skirt, blouse, and face. My own cock was straining against its stainless steel cage and I was breathing almost as hard as James. Everyone but me laughed. I had to admit, this was easier and more fun than being taken by 30 men in a basement or video arcade, but somehow even more frustrating. Sexually and emotionally. I was laying on the sofa with semen all over my nice clothes. I would not only have to change, re-do my face and hair, but also clean up the sofa. And do it quickly, too. It was my new 'job'. I bustled about, washing my face and re-applying makeup. Not too much cum in my hair, I thought, as I presoaked the skirt & blouse and went to my bedroom to change. I out on the pink maid's outfit over my beige lace, higher heels, and went back down to clean the sperm off the sofa and attend to the men's needs. Trixie's Chastity 03 I found all of them crowded around the table, working very elaborate and expensive looking computer gear. Jamal was working a mouse around screens on two laptops, cutting and editing out several scenes from the first raw DVDs. They were enjoying my predicament from the basement bondage and gang rape. But it really hadn't been rape if I'd secretly fantasized about being taken just like that for years, was it? I wasn't even embarrassed about it anymore. In fact, sucking two strange cocks and presenting myself to be fucked on the sofa had seemed like a pleasant vacation tonight. My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Without thinking, I went to answer it. There was a tall skinny black man about 50 years old grinning when he got his first look at me. "Uncle El!" James yelled. He came over to pull the man in, hugging him. "Yo bitch won't let ya bust yo nut t'home, you come to the right place, man. This fine little sissyboy drain your Johnson like a pro." Uncle El looked me over again, licked his lips, and grinned. He moved over to me and cupped one of my fake tits as he slid his other hand around to cup my ass closer to him. Feeling something hard against his thigh, he lifted up my short pink maid skirt and burst out laughing when he saw my cockette straining at its tiny steel prison. Jamal said "Whatever you want, man. This Trixie bitch do it. You say it, he suck you off right here in the open doorway to his own house. Bend over and beg you to fuck his faggot ass, too. What you want to drink? Shit, Trixie. Get my uncle a good brandy." I curtseyed and told uncle El it was nice to meet him, and to be sure to ask for anything he wanted. I really wanted a glass of brandy myself, but had a glass of wine with dinner and didn't want Tammy to disapprove. She was watching me closely, grading every move for our next lessons, I was sure. Uncle El said he didn't care about the editing. He'd be happy to watch the star in the final version, though. He seemed like a nice quiet old fart as he sat down on the couch with his brandy. He patted the seat beside him, telling me to sit. Thinking about my role tonight, and hoping I was getting high marks for playing hostess tonight; I was snuggled into El like he was desert for the night. Giggling at his lame jokes and lightly stroking his skinny chest with one hand, The other was inching its way up his thigh. His bulge twitched when I scratched his jeans with my red fingernail. And I leaned closer so he could kiss me if he wanted to. He did. Our lips met, and he started pawing at my chest. My clit was bulging in chastity as I looked into him and begged. "Please Sir. May I give you pleasure with my mouth?" He grunted and just pushed my head down. I fumbled his jeans open, an a coiled up excited black penis came out. I gasped. After it unfolded, it kept growing in length. It was very thin, maybe an inch in diameter, but it was already very long, with a bulbous head bobbling at the end of it. It looked like 2 feet of broomstick with a golf ball on the end. I pulled his pants and shoes off, spreading his legs so I could get it in my mouth. I loved this. This immersion course in femininity was great. All the years I dabbled with wearing bras and lace while fantasizing about this, yet denying my inner slut and true calling were over. I wanted this. My wife running off with a black stud really didn't bother me anymore, either. She was getting what she wanted. And I finally was, too. I'd suddenly realized that although my wife, Lance, and all the others had forced me into the depraved acts of the past week, I'd enjoyed most of it. Deep down in my stifled subconscious, I liked being used as a whore. I bent over uncle El and took his huge knob of a cockhead into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and feeling the shaft get even harder in my hands. I'd never seen a cock so long and thin and hoped he'd want to fuck me with it. I imagined it probing deeply inside me without the discomfort a thicker weapon brings. By the time El was bucking his hips up trying to fuck my throat I was begging him with my eyes to feed me his creamy goo. He grabbed my ears and thrust it down my throat as it pulsed in my hands. I couldn't taste much of his sperm, but his groans and the length of time his rod pulsed told me he was filling my belly. I pulled off of him desperate for air and took the last few spurts on my chin with a big smile. He collapsed back onto the couch with a breathless grin and Tammy flashed a few pictures of us. Continued...