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I had been with Goddess now for over 2 years. I was her sissy maid. I was in charge of cooking, cleaning, ironing, bathing, shaving and getting Goddess dressed appropriately for any occasion. There was never any sex. I was permanently chastised from the first day I became employed.
I was allowed only to dress in a pink and black maid’s uniform, black thigh high stockings, and black 4” Mary Jane heels. Undergarments consisted of a bra and panties in a soft pink color, and a black corset which gave me a girlish figure.
I was called into the parlor one day by Goddess along with another one of Goddess’s slaves. Her name was Slave Wren.
I was always jealous of Wren because she was Goddess’s sissy slut. She always got Goddess’s men hard with her mouth or ass and was used sexually whenever guests came over to satisfy their needs as per Goddess’s instructions. She always wore the sexiest clothes and always smelled so good. Myself, I just did all of the domestic chores for Goddess. I smelled feminine and emulated my Goddess, as she was always such a perfect woman something that I wanted to be, but I was so jealous of Wren.
Goddess instructed me to remove my panties and lie on my back on the floor. I did not question this, as I never question anything Goddess says. She instructed Wren to remove her panties and lie upon me and we were to make out. Feeling her soft red lips against my soft pink lips was such a wonderful feeling, as Wren slid her tongue inside my mouth. This was the first sexual contact with another slave and any sexual act in over 2 years. Goddess instructed me to wrap my legs around Wrens waist exposing my bottom to the world. Something I had never done before.
As we kissed feverishly, I heard some one else come into the room. Goddess introduced him as Jarrod. Soon Goddess removed her panties and strategically placed her bottom right on my face. I was instructed to worship her ass while Wren would service her vagina. Both of us were licking and sucking and I could hear Goddess occasionally moan in delight. After about 10 minutes Jarrod was asked to join in. I soon felt a cold lube being inserted into my ass. With my legs still wrapped around Wrens waist I soon felt Jarrod pounding against Wren, then it would stop and I felt pressure against my ass. I had never had a man inside me before, as I was just the maid. The pressure increased and to prevent myself from screaming in pain, I pushed my tongue so deep into Goddess’s hole I heard her moan very loud. Once I felt him slide inside of me the pain dissipated and I could feel Jarrod sliding in and out of me. I had my Goddess’s ass in my lips, my tongue buried deep in her nether region, a man in my ass, and I could feel Wren licking and sucking on Goddess while her wetness was dripping onto my chin. I knew if I stained my dress there would be hell to pay, but I was in heaven.
What seemed like an eternity, Jarrod fucking two slave’s asses and us two sissies servicing Goddess I heard Jarrod moan while inside Wren. Once again Wren had the pleasure of a man coming inside her and I was jealous as usual.
Goddess removed herself from my face and instructed us to get up. Slave Wren was ordered to clean Jarrod’s cock and balls and I was instructed to clean Jarrod’s cum from Wren’s fuck hole.
I placed myself on my knees and slid my tongue deep inside Wren and began sucking Jarrod’s cum from her as I could hear her slurping and sucking Jarrod’s cock. I knew Wren was getting excited as she kept pushing back on my tongue buried deep inside her ass, while my lips sucked and swallowed the massive amount of Jarrod’s excitement. Soon Wren exploded onto the floor. I could feel her ass contract against my tongue as she came.
Goddess told Wren to go get cleaned up, as she was having guests tonight. I was instructed to clean all of Wren’s excitement off of the floor with my mouth, then to prepare dinner as her guests would be arriving in about an hour. I never question Goddess, as she is the perfect woman, and she promises to make me the most curvaceous and beautiful slave ever. I can leave whenever I wish, but I am her slave, I know my place in life.
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It was the first day of high school when I saw the most beautiful girl in the whole world, Sarah. I was only about 5’7 at the time, so she towered over me with a height of 5’9. She had the most gorgeous body, what most people consider athletic. She had about a B size bust, which just fit perfectly within her body. She had light, flowing brunette hair with coordinating eyes. She never wore it up except to exercise, which lucky for me, I got to see her in gym class. Although she was coordinated and had the body of an athlete, she never participated in sports. Her mission was to go to Yale. Both of her parents went there and it was expected for her to do the same. In the 9th grade, she was already studying for the SATs. She was very smart and, from what I heard, never below perfect marks since Kindergarten. She embodied perfection, there was no way she would care to speak to me. I was, effectively the bookish type. Glasses, scrawny body, but still performed well in athletics.
She moved into the neighborhood just over the summer, but I didn’t have the chance to see her because it was at the opposite end of the neighborhood. It was so large that it took two buses to gather up the students. When we entered our first period class, there I saw her. All the while the teacher was giving us a rundown of what was expected of us, my eyes were fixated on Sarah. She wore a cute knee length flowing skirt with a cap sleeve shirt and 3 inch heels nonetheless. My eyes just kept staring at her, and then she just turned to look at me and she gave me this smirk. This smirk wasn’t a welcoming smile, nor was it a smirk of distaste, but rather of knowing something about me that perhaps I didn’t know myself. She knew that I was going to be hers, and quick. We did not speak to each other after class, on part because I was nervous and hers because she is perfect and, well, I’m not. We have 7 periods throughout the day, and 4 of them were with her. It was not until the next day when I said hi and introduced myself.
I introduced myself as Patrick and she replied, “I know who you are, I heard you were the on the middle school baseball team and made perfect grades.” I was shocked that she already knew who I was, but I really didn’t know who she was. She mentioned that it will be a race to see who will be valedictorian in four years. I was just focusing on her, but she already had her sights set on Yale. She asked when I lived and I told her. She was amazed that she finally met someone in the same neighborhood, for some reason, none of the neighborhood was in any of our classes. I guess it was just fate. She offered for me to go hang out at her house that afternoon. The second day of school, and the perfect girl, no woman, was asking me, the athletic nerd, to go hang out with her at her house. We ended up studying for about 3 hours and then I headed back home to finish up and go bed. Before I left she said we should do this again. Of course, how can I say no to that?
Over the course of the year, we became very good friends and competed with our grades, she always got one or two points higher than me. By June, we ended up with the same grades, but we both knew she would get the 100s and I would always get 95s. She became a very good friend of mine, sharing what went on in school and how our parents were driving us crazy. Although we were friends, we never kissed. I guess she didn’t want to ruin the friendship. Over the summers in high school, she ended up working at law offices to prepare herself for going into law. On the other hand, I worked at a pool and played baseball during the summers. The four years in high school were pretty dull looking back, until this one day. This was in the spring time, about March or April, so after our acceptances to the top schools in the country. Something just happened, as she explained to me, she has always felt this way, but has never acted upon it. It was the reason why she became good friends with me and why she never had a boyfriend or really much of any other friends. She was dominate, in fact, very dominate. She never knew how to explain it, so she always pushed it aside until she knew I was very good friends with her and wouldn’t say a word.
During school, she passed me a note saying, I have a surprise for you at my house. I didn’t know what that meant. This was spring, so Christmas wasn’t around and my birthday passed a few months ago. What did she mean by that? We never gave each other presents outside of the traditional holidays before. What did she mean?
I ended up going to her house and she took me by the hand, which was weird for us, but not too uncommon. She led me upstairs into her bedroom, where she explained something to me. She said she was a very dominate person and knew who she would be training. I asked her what did she mean by that because I thought that just meant she was a type A personality. She explained to me where she likes to control other people, and particularly guys. On the first day of school in the 9th grade, she had picked me out. I asked how and she explained that I could not take my eyes off of her and was an easy target. She said that she wanted to show me how she was a dominate person, so I said ok. She went to her white dresser and pulled a couple of things out. But before they became visible, she said I needed to close my eyes. She ended up putting a mask around my eyes and then handcuffed me. She then cuffed my ankles so I could not walk easily. This being my senior year, I have grown to about 6’1, but still she had this way about her that made me weak at the knees.
She said that I need to follow EVERYTHING she says or she will make it to where I could NEVER live a normal life again. I didn’t know what she meant by that, but it seemed as though it wasn’t just saying stuff about me, but rather physical as well. I said, “Ok, what do I need to do?” “As soon as I unlock you, you need to get naked, IMMEDIATELY!” She uncuffed my hands and I rushed to get my shirt off and start undoing my pants. She hit my hands and said, “You know what? Not yet.” She laughed at this in a way that I never heard before. She again handcuffed me and then she tied the cuffs to a bed post so I can’t run. I was still blind from the mask, so I did not know why she was stalling, but I later found out that she got her camera and started taking pictures. I cried out, “SARAH!” and her response was, “what poor baby?” As her response ended, she had a ball gag shaped like a cock that she fastened around my head to shut me up. She then undid my cuffs around my legs and undid my pants and recuffed my legs. I was in her room, completely naked, cuffed, blind and gagged. I detested the situation, and yet, there was some excitement in this. I seemed to enjoy this, and so did my cock. Sarah took notice and said, “You seem to be enjoying this, hahaha.”
She delayed a couple of minutes from speaking, again, taking pictures. She said she needed these for my protection, so I can’t hurt myself during my training. That was the second time she said training, what did she mean? Then came the instructions, she was putting on this cream that started stinging after a couple of minutes, I was to shower and she would give me some new clothes to put on. If I did not listen, she would let everybody know about this. I soon was let out and then went to get a shower. I bellowed out, “What soap do I use?” “Whatever is in there.” All that was in the bathroom was feminine stuff, but it sounded like I would be in deep trouble if I didn’t comply. I finished up the shower and soon wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom into Sarah’s room. She yelled at me, “Why is the towel not around your boobs? You had to notice the loss of hair and the feminine shower products, why didn’t you cover your boos?” I soon covered them up with the towel. “Better.”
“Here are a few ground rules, I am now
Sarah and will be addressed as such or ma’am, not any other form. Understood?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Good. Next, you will become a full girl, as much as possible. Understood?” “Bu…” “I did not ask for your permission, I asked if you understood. So?” “Yes Mistress Sarah.” “Your new name will be Katy. Understood?” “Yes, Mistress Sarah.” At this point, I am downtrodden, broken, all hers, I mean Mistress Sarah’s. “From this point further, you will follow what I say and never question me. Effectually, you will become me property. Understood?” “Yes, ma’am.” She then gave me a pair of pink panties to put on and a floral, flowing knee length skirt with a cap sleeve shirt. As soon as I put it on she exclaimed, “You are too cute Katy! But there are a couple things missing, shoes and makeup.” She gave me flats because of my height and commented that I do not know how to walk in heels yet. She then ended up doing my makeup and fixing my hair, putting a wig on. If it wasn’t for my height, I would pass as an ugly girl, but a girl nonetheless.
After that, she gave me a few directions about my future, that it is as domestic help, sissy lesbian sex partner (NEVER as a male), and her property. This had to be on a Friday because I ended up staying the weekend and what made it better was that her parents were not there. When she said I was to be domestic help, I had no idea what that meant because she did not have her own place yet. But I soon fund out her, or rather our plans. She is to go to Yale and we are expected to get an apartment off campus with me staying home and doing the chores and going to get other stuff done. The lesbian sex part puzzled me, but she said I will find out later, after graduation. During the rest of the school year, I was to dress in girly underwear and stay at Sarah’s house. Unbeknownst to me, Sarah had convinced my parents that I should stay over there, so I had to. Second, Sarah’s parents knew about it and accepted it, in fact, welcomed it. I was expected to go to Sarah’s house and soon dress in very girly outfits, either in a skirt, short shorts, or capris. I ended up becoming the domestic help, washing the dishes and soon preparing the food for the house. When I was free, she took me shopping and tanning, so that way I will have the proper tan lines. Knowing that my life could not get any worse following Mistress Sarah’s directions rather than disobeying ma’am, I followed Mistress Sarah to a T. It was soon graduation and I have been Mistress Sarah’s for about 2 or 3 months now and nothing has much changed. I do get stared at A LOT, but I have accepted it. I know my duties and been following them. Every once in a while will Mistress Sarah smack me for not doing something correctly.
Graduation day brought so many more nerves than most graduates. Most were wondering how will college be, my nerves were: how will it be with just Mistress Sarah? She is going off to Yale, but I am turning down my Ivy League offer to be with her. How will she treat me? Will she be nice like she has been, or will she be mean? How is everything going to work?
When we got home from graduation, Mistress Sarah’s parents led her on to make an announcement. That announcement was only for me and her. We were going to move up to New Haven later that day. We are escaping everything. She already had much of her stuff up there, but I have not packed anything. This was to allow me to get new stuff, stuff more of what Mistress Sarah wants me to wear. We packed the few things we had and left within 3 hours. I was shell shocked. I could not believe that I could not say bye to the people I knew, to my parents. I could not say a proper goodbye. I guess this was part of the plan of saying I’m Mistress Sarah’s property. No longer am I an addendum to the family, but Mistress Sarah’s. I do not follow anybody but Mistress Sarah. In the car she asked if I was excited about our new lives. I replied with a sobbing yes. She then handed me a pill, saying, “Here, this should help. In a few hours we can have a little fun. Now doesn’t that sound exciting?”
“Oh, here are a few more rules Katy. You have been doing great job so far, but things are defiantly going to change.” “How?” “Well, for one, you are going to be making your transition soon, that’s what the pill is for. And, if you don’t take it, there will be SEVERE consequences. Also, I’m going to be dating soon, so you will need to help me out in a few more ways that I will have to tell you later. Second, you will need to do the shopping from now on, completely as a girl.” Up until then, I was let out of the house in male clothes, but from now on I am to be a complete girl. “Bu….” “Again, you are MINE! You will follow my directions, or there will be severe consequences.” “Yes, Mistress Sarah.”
We arrived at our apartment building and as soon as we walked into the fully furnished apartment, she started kissing me. That was the absolute best kiss. But, I guess that is expected from a perfect woman. She just kept kissing me. Then she started stripping me. By the time she got my shorts off, she said, “Katy, start taking my clothes off.” I followed her directions. She then took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We were kissing standing up and then she said she will be back for a second and to get on the bed. She came back with a dildo. She was so gorgeous. I never saw a female body in person before and so this was a particular treat. She then demanded that I start sucking it. I jumped on it like a whore who didn’t know better. She said, “Katy, no! You will be classy and NOT jump on the cock like a trash whore. You want to kiss it and lick it. After a little bit, then you want to open your mouth and take it in.” I then pulled back and started kissing Mistress Sarah’s cock. For the past two months I have been growing out my hair and so it is a little long. She takes her hand and starts to grab my head. I take my left hand and put it around her cock. My right hand starts going up her leg. She screams, “Good! Ahhhhh!” I then open my mouth and start to go down on it. She places her hand over my head and pushes down. I start to cough and choke. She asks, “Katy, are you ok?” “Yes Mistress Sarah.” At this point, my cock is ROCK HARD! The past few months I have not been able to cum, so I am desperate. “Mistress Sarah, can I please get off?” “Fiiiiiine. Turnover and get on all fours.” With Mistress Sarah’s cock already lubed with my saliva she grabbed my hips and asked, “Are you ready Katy to become a real girl? Are you ready for this? I want you to beg to be fucked like a real girl!” “Mistress Sarah, I want to cum sooo bad, I will do ANYTHING for you!” “Are you ready to be fucked like a real girl?” “YES Mistress Sarah!” “What was that?” “I want to be a real girl, I want to be fucked like a real girl, I want to cum like a real girl! I WANT TO BE YOUR GIRL!!!” She then started to move her cock near my pussy, closer and then the tip entered. I could really feel it because I let out a gasp. “Good girl Katy!” “Oh god, that feels so good Mistress Sarah!” She then started pounding me furiously. I could feel the slapping of her body and mine. She completely OWNED me. I was Mistress Sarah’s property. My clit was SOOOO HARD! I just wanted to get off. I reached up to grab it and she said no. Then she started reaching down to grab it. She gave me two strokes and I was already cumming. I let out a LOUD scream, “AHHHHHH!!!!!!” It just kept coming and coming, for like 3 minutes. When I was done, she said I had two new surprises. First was a chastity device and that we will be playing games to release it, but no matter what, I have to serve Mistress Sarah whenever she wants. Second, after she fastened the device on me, she laid on her back and said get to work. It took me a little while, but I got her off.
That was my first experience as a lesbian lover and have loved it ever since. She game has not gone as I had hoped a lot of the time, allowing me out about once every six months. What really is hard to handle is that she wants to have sex every night and I don’t have time. I am usually cooking Mistress Sarah and her date’s dinner or taking care of her date (getting him hard by servicing him, cleaning him up or anything he desires) or cleaning up the house or getting the house in shape or helping her with her homework or anything else she has planned for me. OMG! I am now a woman!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mistress Sarah said I would become one, but I had no idea. This is only the first year of her college, and she says I have a long ways to go, but YAY!!!!!!!!!! I’m a girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!