Going Out of Business 24-7

Going out of business 24/7

After we got home, Master allowed me to shower and change. We had a quick talk before we called it a night.

"Sissy, I still will not practice monogamy. However, since you will be more available, I will use a lot more. All your boy clothes will be disposed of. And your cell service will be shut down. You will have a cell phone that I give you and I control the phone totally. Your chastity lock is now under my total control. Only I can unlock it and that will not happen very often. No permanent marks or scars will happen during this phase. However, body modifications that can be totally reversed or are only temporary can be done. Mrs Peterson will train you in your household duties and how to be a girl. You will have almost 3 weeks of training. Make the most of it. She will have permission to punish you are required. Your status is as my slave. It will be that way until the end of the contract or I release you. Whichever come first. At the end of the contract, if you wish to remain in this status all you must do is beg. I may or may not honor that. If I do, it will be for life. And at that time the rules will change.

All your current accounts are yours. They will be protected. Your income from the house and the trust funds will be placed in your account. I will have one of my accountants do your taxes for you. Any questions or comments, sissy?"

"No Master."

I fell asleep in Master's arms in his bed. My new life has begun.

The next morning.

The next morning started early. Master woke me when he woke up.

"Better get started sissy. You have a lot to get done today. I talked with Mrs Peterson and she will be training you in not only your duties as my housegurl, but also how to be a gurl. The last day of the month is her last day. So, you will have less than 3 weeks to learn all you can. She will be quite strict with you and has my permission to punish you as she sees fit. Get going."

I went to my room, cleaned up and dressed. As Master suggested, I wore in addition to my corset, a pair of plain white panties and bra. For over clothes, I wore an A line skirt in blue and a white blouse with long sleeves. For makeup I wore only lipstick and only my chain collar for jewelry. On my feet were a pair of black pumps with 3-inch heels.

Downstairs, I fixed Master his usual breakfast, oatmeal, fruit, orange juice and coffee. Master fed me another load of his man juice. We each finished and I straightened myself and Master up, as Mrs Peterson entered the kitchen.

"Sir, I see you have eaten. Has the sissy eaten?"

"Yes, Mrs Peterson, I fed her myself."

"Excellent, then I don't have to waste time doing that. Any changes in the instructions I was given yesterday?"

"No, Mrs Peterson, there are no changes. You are authorized to punish the sissy as you need to. I fully understand your timeframe and you understand what I am looking for. Make it happen."

"Yes Sir. Have a good day at the office."

Master left for the day. Mrs Peterson walked around me. Looking me up and down. Then pulled a kitchen chair in front of me and sat down.

"Sissy, I am Mrs Peterson. I am the housekeeper. And as such, I am your direct superior. I am training you not only to take over my duties, but also on how to be a girl. So, you will be very busy. There is so much for you to learn to be passable and I will use any and all methods to ensure that you are a totally passable little bitch. I have a few simple rules for you to follow:

You will always dress as a girl. You are to act girly at all times. You will wear a maid's uniform at all time except for bed, unless otherwise ordered. You will always call me Mrs Peterson or ma'am. I will call you whatever I want, including: slut, bitch, whore, cunt, sissy, etc. You will answer to all of them. Your room is the maid's room in the attic, that I have prepared for you. I am limiting your food intake to 1000 calories a day, to start. I can and will adjust this as necessary. You will sleep in your room, not your Master's room as long as I'm the housekeeper.

At this point, she attached a steel chain leash to my collar and led me up the back stairs to the attic. Upon entering my bedroom, I was instructed to strip naked and then grab a steel ring embedded in the ceiling. Mrs Peterson then walked around me, inspecting my body.

"No bad. Someone took time keeping you smooth. You have light hair, so you shouldn't need to be shaved more than every 10 days to 2 weeks. I will dress you today. From now on, you will dress yourself and I will inspect your work."

From a pile of clothing on my narrow, steel frame bed, she started to pull clothing. First it was a heavy under bust corset. It was not stylish, it was plain heavy duty in tan. It was wrapped around my torso and the laces were pulled tight. Next, heavy working women's stocking were worked up my legs and fastened to the garters on the corset. Checking the corset lacing, Mrs Peterson tightened the lacing more. A heavy bullet bra was placed on me and fastened.

Mrs Peterson then had me sit at the makeup table in the room. She then began to makeup my face, all the while explaining what she was doing and how I was to do it. When she was done, she had me stand again and she had me step into a flesh toned gridle. Then again, she checked the corset lacing and again pulled on the lacing to tighten it. I felt like I was being cut in half at this point. A pair of 3-inch pumps were placed on my feet.

Next, I was directed to step into a maid's uniform. It was not the short frilly one in satin. It was a heavy cotton one in black with white trim and a hem almost to my ankles. It looked frumpy. Finally, a white maid's hat was placed on my head.

Leading me out of the room, she then took me down one level to Master's bedroom, where I was directed to make the bed and clean up the bedroom and bathroom. When I make mistakes, Mrs Peterson had me do them again and again until I got it right. Next was the dining room, where I cleared the table and put it back into proper shape. Finally, into the kitchen, where I cleaned up and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

I was then taken back to the maid's room where Mrs Peterson had me remove my makeup and reapply new makeup. I had to do some of that makeup three times to get it right. From there, I was directed to vacuum the second floor. By the time I finished, it was almost lunch time. In the kitchen, I cooked a can of soup and made a salad. Mrs Peterson got the soup and a salad with salad dressing and I got a dry salad. After lunch, I clear the table and put the dishes and pot into the dishwasher. Then went to the maid's room to remove my makeup and reapply it. Mrs Peterson was more difficult to please. I had to reapply some of it 4 times.

When she was satisfied, I then began to vacuum the downstairs. Because the rooms were larger and more open, this went a little faster. Then I made another trip to the maid's room to do my makeup. It took only three tries to get it right this time. Because Mrs Peterson decided my steps were too mannish, she put leather cuffs on my ankles and secured a length of chain between them to limit my steps. I was then sent to the kitchen to prepare Master's dinner. She watched me as I walked and swatted my ass with a quirt whenever my walk didn't satisfy her standards. Dinner was placed in the oven and on the stove. While dinner was cooking, I set Master's place at the dining room table, then I picked the mail from the floor at the front door, sorted it and placed it on the small table next to the front door.

The vegetables were almost ready to serve, so I turned the heat on the stove to warm to slow the cooking rate way down. Checking on the chicken, it still had a little way to go. I then went back to my room and redid my makeup. Mrs Peterson had me do my makeup in a more evening style. However, I was kept in the frumpy uniform I had worn all day.

We heard Master's car enter the garage. Mrs Peterson sent me to make Master's after work drink. After making it, I knelt by the door, awaiting Master's entry. On entry, Master placed his briefcase on the side table, took the drink and drank it down.

"Not too bad. Could be a little stronger. Work on that sissy."

"Yes Master."

Finishing his drink, Master went to the dining room and I stood up and took Master's glass to the kitchen. I then began to serve Master's dinner. First the salad, then the entre and finally dessert. As I was serving dessert, Mrs Peterson entered the dining room.

"Good evening Mr James. I will see you in the morning."

"That's fine, Mrs Peterson. Sissy can clean up. See you the morning."

Mrs Peterson then left. As the front door closed, Master motioned for me to sit on this lap. When I did, Master pulled the hem of my uniform up, so it was above my ass and he had ready access to my crotch. He then started to feed me like a baby girl. He would pick up a small portion of what was left on his plate, then lift the fork to my mouth. I would open my mouth and accept the fork. Then I would chew and swallow the food. Mashed potatoes, a couple of forks of peas, then some more potatoes. Followed by a piece of ham. Soon Master's plate was empty. He had not touched the dessert. It was a pecan pie. He had me kneel before him and open his pants.

"While I eat my dessert, I will give you yours. Let's see who finishes first."

I went to work on his manhood. Using every trick I had learned to get Master off. Master finished first. However, as I had been trained, it was my duty to not just get Master off, it was to maximize his pleasure and enjoyment. I knew he had finished when Master grabbed the back of my head and began to skull fuck me.

After dinner, Master led me to the den, where I kneeled next to his chair with my head bent down. From time to time, he would caress my head, like a dog owner would pet their dog. A couple times, Master sent into the kitchen to fetch a drink and/or snack, which I would do and quickly return. After the last fetch, Master had me sit on his lap and he would feed me some of the snack and would fondle me. He would also grind his crotch into my ass.

"Sissy, I wasn't planning on having you as a full-time sissy slave. Maybe a couple of weekends a month. However, the outside world decided otherwise. I though about this all day and have decided that I like the idea of a full-time sissy slave. For the next year you will be my little sissy slut girl. When time is up, you will then have to make a decision. One, leave here and return to your previous life. Or two, sign a lifetime contract to be my sissy slave. After a period of time, like about 6 months, you may be allowed to beg for me to enslave you for life. I will decide to honor or not honor your plea.

Next like stated in our agreement, I will not be monogamous however you will be. I will have sex with women or other sissies. Oh, you will have sex with others. However, it will be by my direction and command. Remember, you are not my wife, my girlfriend or my lover. You are my sissy slut. Within the limits we have discussed, I will use you as I see fit and desire.

Now go upstairs and put on that pink nightie on your bed and join me in my bedroom."

When I had changed, I went into master bedroom. He was already in bed.

"Climb in sissy. Time to go to bed."

"Please Master. Mrs Peterson has ordered me only to sleep in my bed in the maid's room. She will punish me if I don't. She said that while she was the housekeeper, that is the way it is going to be."

Master got out of bed and grabbed my arm. Sitting on the bed, he pulled me over his lap and proceeded to give me 4 hard smacks with his open hand on my ass. Even with the very little protection provided by the sheer panties of my nightie, they got my attention, but good.

"Sissy, I own you. You will obey my commands."

As I climbed into Master's bed, "Yes Master"

The next morning, I was awakened went Master started to get out of bed. As Master showered, I made his bed and then set out his clothing for the day. Like He told me, unless told otherwise, Monday through Friday were office days, so I had to lay out the appropriate clothing, suit, tie, dress shirt and underwear. These I laid out on the bed. From there I went to the kitchen and began to prepare His breakfast. Oatmeal, juice and toast were waiting on the table, when Master entered the kitchen. Normally, Master eats a light breakfast during the work week as he gets coffee and pastry at the office. On weekends and the days he doesn't go to the office, Master will normally eat a heavier breakfast.

I was clearing the table after Master had finished, when Mrs Peterson entered the kitchen. She looked my over as I was clearing the breakfast dishes. I was still in my pink nightie. I started to leave the kitchen to go change but Mrs Peterson said "Stay." After Master left for the day, Mrs Peterson, left the room but quickly returned.

She grabbed my left ear and started to lead me into the basement. She opened the door to the dungeon and pulled me inside. There was a platform in the middle of the room. On this platform was a set of kneeling stocks. She had me kneel before the stock and placed my neck and wrists in the stock, which she closed and secured. Then my ankles were secured to the platform. I watched as she evaluated the instruments on the wall in front of me. Pulling a wide razor strap from the wall she started to caress my body with this frighting and evil-looking instrument. I was starting to shake, quiver and begging her not to use such an evil thing on me. She just laughed.

"You were ordered to sleep only in your bed in the maid's room. You did not. Go ahead and cry, beg and scream all you want. Master James had this room soundproofed so no one outside or upstairs will hear you."

She then lifted the hem of my nightie and pulled down the panties. I howled when she laid the first stroke hard against my ass. My screaming only increased from there as she laid nine more strokes down on my ass. She stopped and laid the strap across my back. My ass was a raging fire and all I could do was cry. Mrs Peterson left the dungeon, turning the lights off and closing the door as she left.

I was left there in the dark with my ass on fire. All I could do was cry. It seemed like it was forever, the door opened and the light turned on. Mrs Peterson reentered the room and proceeded to apply 10 more strokes with the strap. I was still screaming and crying, when she turned off the lights and left the dungeon. I had lost all track of time when the door opened again. Mrs Peterson released me from the stocks and guided me up the stairs to the maid's room. Once there, I was laced into another corset and ordered to dress.

After dressing in the maid's uniform, I was commanded to clean Master bedroom and bath. When I was done those duties, I went to the kitchen and started to clean it up. As I was doing this Mrs Peterson entered the room.

"Well, I see that you can fulfill most of your duties."

"Ma'am, Master ordered me to his bed or be punished."

"You have a choice slut. Obey your Master and get punished by me. Or obey me and get punished by your Master. Which is going to cost you more"

It was lunch time, so I made lunch for both of us. Mrs Peterson sat at the table to eat and I knelt by the table to eat. When finished, I cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. About 45 minutes after lunch, Mrs Peterson had me use the bathroom and then return to the kitchen. When I returned, she had a heavy wooden chair at the kitchen table and two good sized wooden cases on the table. Also on the table were white cloths and a small bottle.

"It is grocery day. You are not ready to be in public, yet. Maybe next week. While I am out, you will polish the silver. Sit in the chair."

When I had sat down in the wooden chair, she tied my legs and body to the chair. She then showed me how she wanted the silver polished. I was then left to my own devises to polish the silver. I heard the back door open and close then a car startup and drive away. I continued to polish the silver. Knowing that Mrs Peterson would strictly punish me, I carefully inspected each piece when I finished it. There were a few pieces that I had to redo. Mrs Peterson returned before I finished. She had me finish this chore while she brought in the groceries. When she was done with that, I still had a couple of utensils to do. She inspected my work while I finished. Once I had the silver placed back in their case, I then started putting the groceries away under her direction.

It was now late afternoon. Ma'am had me start preparing Master dinner. Master liked simple meals on weekday nights. Meat and potatoes basically. Fancier meals were saved for weekends and special dinners. While the meal was cooking, I set the dining room table and did some final cleanup. When Master entered the back door, I was kneeling there with his after work drink in my hands.

He took the rink from my hands and patted me I the head, like one would a favorite puppy dog. Master went into the home office with Mrs Peterson while I finished putting dinner out. It took just a few minutes, as dinner was pretty much ready. Knocking on the closed office door, I announced that dinner was ready. It wasn't long before Mrs Peterson and Master left the office. Mrs Peterson left for her home and Master entered the dining room, I then proceeded to serve dinner. After serving dinner, Master directed me to get another plate and a bowl from the kitchen and place them on the floor next to his seat. When I had done this, Master tied my hands behind me and then placed some of the food on the plate and poured water in the bowl. The food was cut into small pieces. I was directed to eat. It was difficult to do so with arms or hands to assist. When we both had finished, I was the last to finish, Master untied my wrists and sent me off to bring desert. Once I had done that, I knelt near Master chair and waited. When he finished, he got up and left the room. I cleared the table and scraped the used dishes.

Later I was called into Master's office, where he directed me to sit on his lap. As I sat down, he wrapped his left arm around my waist pulling my back into his chest. Master right hand began to fondle and grope my body. I could feel my sissy clit get harder in its cage as Master massaged it in his hand.

"Sissy, how was your day?"

"Master to was terrible. Mrs Peterson whipped me and put me in the stocks in the dungeon. Then she tied me to a chair in the kitchen while I polished the silver."

"Sissy, Mrs Peterson and I talked before dinner. She has concerns about your training. The things she pointed out, I agree with. Plus, she has the right to discipline you as she sees fit, within limits. What we have agreed to is that you will sleep in your assigned room Sunday through Thursday nights and wherever I want you to sleep Friday and Saturday nights. During the week you will dress in your designated uniform, unless Mrs Peterson directs otherwise, all day. During the weekends, you will dress as I command."

Master dumped me on the floor with "Get your mouth to work sissy!"

For the next couple of hours, Master enjoyed the use of my mouth and playing with my body. Finally, Master stated it was time for bed. I followed him up the stair, but instead of entering his bedroom, he led me up the back set if stairs to the third floor and my maid's bedroom. Once there, I was commanded to strip. By the time I had finished, Master had laid a pair of rubber panties and diapers on the bed. He had me lie on the bed with my crotch sitting on the diapers. Pulling my legs up, he then inserted a black cock shaped dildo into my pussy. Baby powder was spread over my crotch and then a vibrator was secured to my chastity cage.

Before he went any further, Master then placed a hood with a wiffleball gag on my head and secured the straps. Steel cuffs were then secured on my wrists and ankles and these were then tied to each corner post on my bed respectively. The hood had earphones and I could hear faint noises from them. Then Master turned the vibrators on and then finished diapering me. Finally, Master threw a blanket over me, turned off the bedroom lights and left the room, closing the door behind him. It wasn't long before the vibrators had me bouncing on the bed. Needless to say, I got almost no sleep that night. It was right after dawn, when the batteries in the vibrators finally gave out and my body completely shut down into sleep.

Next thing I knew, Mrs Peterson was in the room and untying me.

"Wake up slut. You have a busy day ahead of you. Get cleaned up and be sure to clean the toys up. Dress in your uniform and throw out that diaper in the outside trash. Get going."

I literally crawled out of bed and striped. Mrs Peterson then removed the vibrators attached to my chastity and in my ass. I slowly crawled to the bathroom where I cleaned up. Was still wobbly when I walked bac to my room. It took longer than usual to dress. I was dressed correctly, more or less.

In the kitchen, Mrs Peterson had all kinds of issues with me. Not being in the kitchen when she arrived and current state of dress and my attentiveness. I was a wreck. The fact that Master had tied me to the bed was my saving grace. What remained of the morning was spent cleaning Master's bedroom and the kitchen. A quick lunch of dry green salad, Mrs Peterson bent me over and inserted a suction cupped dildo in black latex in my sissy cunt. Then she pushed me into a heavy wooden chair at the kitchen table. I was then strapped down on this chair with only my arms free. The strap buckles were then padlocked secured. She then placed two large silverware chests on the table along with some rags and a bottle of silver polish. She then showed me how she wanted the silver services cleaned and polished.

She then put her coat on and grabbed her purse.

"Thursday is normally grocery day. Yesterday we were too busy to do it. I am not taking you this week as you are not ready. Maybe next week. I expect you to have made significate progress with the silver."

And she was out the door. I got to work. Polishing silver is a lot of work

I completed one chest and was well into the second one, before Mrs Peterson returned. Before she could complete her inspection of the polished silver, there was a knock at the back door. It was the grocery store delivery service. The driver brought in several bags of groceries and placed them on the kitchen counter and then left. Mrs Peterson released from the chair and had me pull up m panties to hold the dildo in my pussy. We then started putting the groceries away in their proper places. Some items were set aside in accordance with Mrs Peterson's instructions. Once everything was put away, Mrs Peterson placed a cutting board on the counter and had me start preparing several different vegetables, which I placed in different bowls. Then the meats. Finally, I put items into different casserole dishes and finished preparing them. When done, Mrs Peterson placed Friday, Saturday and Sunday labels on the appropriate dish. Master's meals for the weekend dinners were complete. I then returned to polishing the silver. Finally finished the silver just before Master returned from work. I had placed the Friday dish in the oven about 30 minutes before so that I had just over an hour before it was done.

As trained, I served Master his afterwork drink and then when it was ready, I served dinner. This evening instead of standing behind Master, I was directed to kneel facing next to his chair. He ate a couple of bits of food and then picked up a bit of potatoes in his fork and brought the fork to my mouth.

"Open wide."

As I opened my mouth, Master emptied the fork into my mouth.

"Eat"

He ate a few more bits and then picked up a piece of steak in his hand and held that hand before my mouth.

"Eat"

I licked the piece into my mouth and licked Master's hand clean. After which I chewed the steak and swallowed.

He patted my head.

"Good girl"

This went on although dinner. He would eat a few bits and then feed me a bit. When he was finished, he ordered me to clear the table and bring him dessert. I did so and when I served his dessert, I was ordered to kneel before Master. His pants were open and his manhood was laying there.

"There's your dessert, get to it."

I proceeded to suck and lick Master's cream cone until he feed me my dessert, a lot of his warm man cream. Then Master got up from the table and went into his home office. I began to clear the dining room table and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. As I was clearing the last dished off the table, Master walked up behind me and pushed my chest flat against the table. He then flipped up my uniform skirt and ripped down my panties. He then proceeded to rape me. Fortunately, Mrs Peterson had trained me to keep my sissy hole well lubed when Master was home.

Soon I felt his seed being pumped into me. He pulled out and I knelt before him and lick his manhood clean. He then zipped up and left the room. Why don't you report the rape you ask? I am a slave, and he is my Master. He can do anything he wants within the bounds of our agreement. And it was within our agreement.

The rest of the evening was spent serving Master drinks and snacks. Before long it was time for bed. Master had me go to my room on the second floor, a room I hadn't seen for most of the week. Master had me strip down to my corset and then inserted a medium sized black dildo into my sissy hole. The dildo was almost as large as Master's manhood and had a wire coming from its base. Once inserted, Master put me in diapers and finished this up with a pair of pink plastic panties. A pink shorty nightie was placed over my chest. I was then made to lie down on the bed, where my limbs were placed in steel cuffs that were chained to the be posts. A hood was placed over my head. This hood had holes for my nostrils and mouth and was secured over my head with a lockable collar. I could feel Master padlock the collar. I couldn't hear much as there was a set of earphones in the collar. There was VR goggles over my eyes. Master then placed a short dildo gag in my mouth and connected it to the hood. Finally, Master threw a blanky over me. As far as I could tell, Master left the room.

The dildo would start to vibrate and then stop. The earphones started and then the VR goggles lit up and started to show various movie clips. Most Black men using white girls or sissies. At certain points the dildo would begin to pump and vibrate. It went on all night. I didn't get a lot of sleep. I came a few times.

Finally, Master released me and had me clean up. Still in my nightie, I made and served Master's breakfast. When I finished, I went back to my 2nd floor room and dressed in the outfit Master had selected. I was a black satin blouse with a knee length pink leather pencil skirt. It was topped off with a pair of 5-inch pumps. Downstairs, I spent most of the day working as Master's secretary. Typing letters, filing papers, taking dictation and dick-tation. Spent a couple of hours under Master's desk, sucking him as he conducted business over the phone. Lunch was a ham sandwich with cheddar cheese on wheat. Master likes simple lunches. After lunch it as back to the office grind until after 4PM. I was then allowed to prepare dinner.

On Saturdays, Master preferred a fairly simple dinner. Tonight, I prepared Bostan baked beans with buckwheat biscuits. Master had me sit at the table tonight. He treated me like a lady. Pulling my chair out and then pushing it back in after I sat down. After dinner, I cleared the table and placed the dishes in the dishwasher.

Back in the living room, Master had me sit next to him on the sofa and we talked about what had gone on that week and what would happen the next week. For me it was more and more training. Soon it was time for bed. For me it was a repeat of the previous night with me tied in bed wearing the VR hood and becoming very frustrated.

On Sunday morning, Master slept in which allowed me to 'sleep in'. If the vibrator in my sissy pussy and the VR hood let me. They didn't. Master finally woke up and released me from the bed. At Master James' direction, I made brunch for both of us. The rest of the day was spent with me giving Master a somewhat nonstop lingerie show. Stopping only for me to sit on his lap and having Master molest me or kneeling before him to worship his ebony penis. After dinner, we spent the evening with me sitting on Master's lap with him playing with my body. When it was bedtime, I was led to my room in the maid's quarters and secured to that bed as I had been in the other room.

After another fairly sleepless night, Mrs Peterson released me from the bed and ordered me to get ready for another day. It was back to the daily maid grind. Mrs Peterson had over the years developed a regular schedule. Things that had to be done every day. Things done once a week and things done on a seasonal schedule. She had printed it out and posted it on the refrigerator door. And that is how we (I) did things all week. The everyday things, followed by the item schedule for that day and then the seasonal things. The seasonal things didn't have to be done on a set day. Which is good as some days were busier than others with the everyday stuff.

Wednesday afternoon when Master returned home from the office, he had a talk with Mrs Peterson and myself.

"So Mrs Peterson, how is sissy working out?"

"Reasonably Sir. Her work is mostly up to standards. What isn't is mostly lack of experience and skill. Those will come with time."

"How is her cooking?"

"You tell me Sir. You have been eating it since the day after she got here."

"It is actually quite good. I thought it was your cooking. I thought you simplified some of your meals."

"I didn't. Sissy told me you prefer simpler lunches. Why didn't tell me?"

"You put so much work into them I didn't want to hurt your feelings. The main reason I am asking is that I have a dinner guest for Friday evening. He is an important client from the middle east. So, everything will need to be right. I have gotten several different menu suggestions from our agent in the region. I have been informed that the client is quite cosmopolitan and the food doesn't need to be Halal. Mrs Peterson, can you stay late to help?"

"Of course, Sir. How long will you need me to stay?"

"I believe until just after desert is served."

With that Mrs Peterson took the menu suggestions and left for the evening. After dinner, Master sat in the living room reading several reports. He gave me a copy of the menu suggestions which I studied that evening. I made several notes and suggestions. With Master's permission, I looked up Master's guest on the internet and found several interesting items about him. Soon it was time for bed. Like the previous night, I was strapped in to my bed in the maid's room with the VR hood over my head.

The next morning in the kitchen Mrs Peterson talked with Master about the menu. They decide on a menu and Master asked me if I could prepare and cook it. It wasn't a difficult menu,

"Yes Master. I can. However, may I make a suggestion?"

Master and Mrs Peterson looked at in surprise. Master nodded.

"Master, your guest, according to the information I can find on the internet, is a world traveler and has eaten many fine dishes in just about every country on earth. I suggest that we have a New England Boiled Dinner. It is something that he most likely has never had before. It meets all the dietary rules of his religion and it tastes good. I believe that he will appreciate this more than the fanciest dish you could put out there. Finally, because he has never had it before, he can't compare it to a high-end chef's meal."

"What do you think Mrs Peterson?"

"She has some good points. And it is the right time of the year for it. He is probably tired of fancy French cooking. If you want French cooking, go to a very good French restaurant. I think he will appreciate it."

"Sounds fine. Make it happen. See you this evening."

After I had completed the morning duties, I then started to list what items we needed for the Friday meal. I had all the cooking pots I needed except for the very large pot. This was added to the list.

After lunch, Mrs Peterson had me change from my uniform into a pink leather skirt that stopped about midway between to crotch and knees. It was topped with a black blouse with long sleeves. I changed my makeup to a daytime look and put on a pair of black pumps with 3-inch heels. Grabbing a purse, I walked out the door to join Mrs Peterson in her car. And she drove off.

After a few minutes of driving, we arrived at a small grocery store. It was a high-end store. Mrs Peterson had me grab a cart and follow her around. We both grabbed items on our list until we got to the meat counter. Mrs Peterson introduced me to the Anthony the butcher and then we discussed what we wanted for cuts of meat. Especially the meat for Friday's dinner.

We then finish shopping and go through the checkout line. When the checkout girl was done, she handed Mrs Peterson a bill, which she handed to me to sign. After I signed it, the checkout girl stated she couldn't accept my signature as I wasn't on the signature list. Mrs Peterson takes me upstairs to the office.

"Hello Sally. Who's this?"

"Hello Paul. This is sissy. I am retiring at the end of the month and sissy is taking over the house. We need to put her on the authorization lists."

"Is this one of Mr James's gurls?"

"Yes, she is."

"Will she last longer than the last one?"

"Paul, the situation is a little bit different this time. Sissy is living in full time and she is the new housegirl. So far, I have been pleased with her. Good work ethic and reasonably good skills."

"Is she taking care of the required tip for adding her to the list?"

"Of course, Paul"

Mr Paul looked be over and then with his right hand groped my breast. I didn't feel anything because all he squeezed was my breast form. Then he ran his right hand up my right leg. Up under the hem of my skirt until he reached my chastity cage. Once he felt it, he removed his hand.

He then place his left hand on my shoulder and pushed me down. I got on my knees and opened my mouth. With his right hand, he unzipped is fly. I was a nice size for a white man. About 6 inches long and medium thickness. After almost 2 weeks of training hypnos, I knew what was expected. As I started to suck, Mr Paul announced over the PA for Mr Anthony to come to the office. He arrived just before I finished with Mr Paul. As I was still working away, Anthony reached around me and started to fondle my breasts. I didn't feel anything and he could feel something wasn't right. He then reached for my crotch and could feel my cage.

"She is one of Mr James' special gurls, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is."

It was right about here that Mr Paul emptied his balls into my mouth. Mr Anthony took his place. He was the largest white man I had ever service. Almost 8 inches and very thick. He held on to my head and fucked my face. It wasn't too long before I got another man shake. He zipped his fly up as soon as he pulled out.

"No bad. Not a lot of experience, but that will come with time if I know Mr James. We both expect her to provide this service every time she comes here. Also, she will also tip the delivery boy when he delivers the groceries. Ian is on this today."

Then he left. And then we left ad drove back to the house. As soon as we got there, I was sent to my maid room to change back into uniform and then proceeded to go back to the kitchen. I hadn't been there 30 minutes, when the delivery boy arrived. He brought the bags in as I placed them on the counters. I checked to ensure I got everything we bought. Which we did and then I signed the delivery sheet. Ian then stood there expectantly. Mrs Peterson gave me a look and I then knelt before the man, took his pant's zipper in my hand and pulled it down. I then fished his manhood from his pants and began to lick it until it was rock solid. Which took maybe 2 seconds. He then grabbed my head and began to rape my face. He kept pounding into my mouth until he spasmed into my mouth. He must have been saving up for a month, because it didn't seem to stop. I had to keep swallowing, but the overflow was coming out my nose and around my mouth. When he finished, he pulled out and grabbing a handful of my hair, cleaned his penis with it and with a 'Next time, cunt.' He left.

I then began to sort out and store the groceries. It took a few minutes. I had a couple of hours before Master returned home, so I began to prepare the evening's dinner and while it was cooking began the prep for the next day's dinner. I cleaned the beans, shucked peas, peeled the baby onions and so on. I also cooked the pudding and poured the mixture into fancy dishes and placed them in the refrigerator to cool.

I met Master at the door with his after-work drink.

"Sissy, tomorrow evening I will have a guest with me. Kareem is Muslim, so no alcohol. Fruit juices will be the order of the day."

"Yes Master."

The next day was busy as I did all the scheduled task, plus extra cleaning in the dinning room, living room, den and Master's office. I had to multi-task as I was also preparing the dinner. I finished the prep in the morning and started cooking in midafternoon. While I was monitoring the cooking, I also set the dinning room table with Master's best silver and dinnerware.

Finally, it was almost time for Master to return home. I placed the completed dinner in the warming oven and then changed into my fancy maid uniform. It was in the French maid style in plum with lots of white lace. With it I wore a pair of plum pumps with 5-inch heels and locking ankle straps. My collar was changed from my usual chrome 2-inch collar to a titanium chain. Then I prepared Master's after work drink. Given the social norms of his guest, Master had instructed me to prepare 2 large orange juices, iced. I had those on the serving tray I was holding when Master and his guest Kareem entered the house. After each had picked up a glass, I placed the tray on the entryway sideboard and then took the suit jackets, taking Kareem's first and then Master's. These I hung in the entry closet. I then stood quietly awaiting further commands. Master and his guest then moved to Master's office. I then picked up the tray and moved to the kitchen where I checked on dinner.

A few minutes later, I knocked on the open door of Master's office to announce that dinner was ready whenever they were.

"Give us about 10 to 15 minutes."

"Yes Sir."

I then left them to their business and returned to the kitchen, keeping a careful watch on the hallway. When I saw Master at the door of his office in the hallway mirror, I started to bring out dinner, starting with a green salad. This was followed by the main course, the New England boiled dinner and at last the desert of chocolate pudding. As they finished, Kareem stated this was the best meal by far on his entire trip.

"Kareem, my friend, you must thank Sissy by house girl for that. She suggested that you would be tired of the usual types of guest food and you might enjoy this. This is more of a family type food."

"It was fantastic. She is correct, I am tired of steak and potatoes. And the flavor is just out of this world."

With that Master and Kareem got up from the table and went into Master's office. I then cleared the table and had some of the leftovers. When I was finished, I proceeded to Master's office to ask if there was anything they needed. I was told to stay in the office and get what they needed as required.

They each were seated on an armchair discussing their business. I was ordered to get them each a cup of coffee. I returned to the kitchen, where I already had the coffee service ready. I made the coffee and returned to the office with the coffee tray.

"James, your maid is well trained. I would like to hire her away from you."

"Well sissy, what do you think of the offer?"

"Sir, I am honor by the offer. However, I am very happy here."

"Sorry, Kareem."

They then spent several minutes discussing Kareem's needs in the area. He was a member of the royal family of his country and going to monitor several projects and programs his country had going on in the area. He was also going to school to get his MBA. So, he decided to buy a house and needed a staff.

"James, since my country doesn't have a consulate in this area, I have been asked to act as my country's council general. That will give me and my home diplomatic immunity. I want to buy this house before I return home for about 2 months. There may be changed needed and want them completed before I return."

"Excellent move, Kareem. What can I do to help?"

"What I need James is a small staff. Especially a maid to take care of my needs. And I mean all my needs. And that might take 2 maids. I am a married Muslim man and have 4 wives. Unfortunately, I can not bring any of them to this country. They will not be lonely, as I have to go home at least once a month for a few days and I will take care of them then. But as a man I have needs that need to be taken care of on a much more regular basis. In this country it is quite difficult and possibly illegal to do that."

Master noticed Kareem's pants getting tighter.

"Sissy, my guest needs assistance adjusting his pants. Assist him."

I knelt before Kareem, unfastened his pants, pulled them out of the way and began to lick and suck his cock. Kareem just sat there in astonishment. His penis reacted almost immediately to my actions. It was not long before it began to pulse and Kareem started to moan. He had placed his right hand on my left leg and began to rub it, working its way up my leg. Soon it was under my uniform. He was just about ready to unload into my mouth, his hand reached my chastity cage. He instantly realized what it was and jumped up pushing me away from him.

"James what is going on? This is a man. Are you gay?"

"Kareem, that is not a man. It is a sissy and my slave. I am not gay. Please sit down and I will discuss this situation with you."

Kareem resumed his seat.

"Sissy, remove your uniform."

"Yes Master,"

I removed my uniform and laid it on the office sofa.

"Kareem, my wife died several years ago. I wasn't ready to remarry, but as a viral man I have needs that have to take care of. Rosie and her 5 sisters was an unacceptable option. Women have other issues. They can get pregnant, it is that time of month or they have a headache, a lot. All they really want from a man in my position is the name and the money. Whores have their own issues. They are in it for the money and it shows. Most of them have drug problems. I tried one whore that was actually a trans. It was the best blowjob I ever had. So, I tried a few more sissies. And I have been pleased with the results. They are totally wanton sluts. All they want is cock and cum. They have some interesting kinks. Sissy here started as a 1 or 2 weekends a month playmate. She got fired from her old job the same week my housekeeper gave notice. So, I hired sissy as my housegirl. So far it has worked out fine. As for being gay, the cock only cares it has a nice dark, wet hole to empty itself into. I take your wanting to hire sissy for your staff as a compliment of the highest order. Now would you like sissy to finish that blowjob?"

Kareem indicated that he would and I resumed my mission. And shortly was rewarded by a generous supply of man cream from Kareem.

"James, that is the absolutely the best blowjob I have ever received. She is like a hoover vacuum on legs. I think you have something here. But how do I staff my house this way?"

"Kareem, most of the sissies I have run across, dream of being a real man's sex slave. With your house's diplomatic immunity, it would not be too difficult to have a slave. I know enough people on the edges of society to recruit a sissy slave for you. Since it would be a 24/7 slave, you wouldn't need a large staff. Maybe just a cook. Maybe she could also be your housekeeper. As you can see with sissy, once trained, they make excellent maids. The vanilla world wouldn't even notice."

"I like the idea, James. And I wouldn't even be disloyal to my wives. How do we do this?"

"First we get all your requirements together. Then we write an ad to place within the community, there are several places to put this ad. Sites like Reddit, Doublelist, Club Sissy, Collarspace, a few of the sissy facebook pages and the like. The ad must be clear and concise and the applicants must include a picture. Then we sort through the applications and select the ones for further information. These applicants get a long questionnaire to fill out and we thin these out until we get down to just a few. No more than 4 applicants. These we then interview personally. We don't use your house. We use a hotel room at a good hotel. These we reduce to 2 applicants. These we sent to a Doctor I know that does sex change operations for a checkup and a medical history. He can also start the sex change paperwork. And we have a private investigator I know do a background check and shadowing check of each. Then we do a last interview with them. The one you select will them be taken to a facility where it will be feminized and trained. That should take no more than a couple of months."

"James, that sounds like a long process."

"It seems like it, Kareem. However, the saying goes 'act in haste, repent in leisure.' So, a little time spent at the front end will pay off big time later on. You want the right sissy, not a sissy."

"How do I train and outfit a sissy?"

"Kareem, there is a group of sissy lovers that love having sissy slaves. They support each other. There is another group that supports these sissy lovers. The supply training, modifications, clothing and devices to sissy owners. The first group is mostly men. However, there are a few women in this group. They tend to be harder and stricter with sissies than the men are. Since the fall of the USSR, the second group has many excellent training organizations that will mold a sissy into a perfect little slave for you."

"You have made some excellent points. James. Let's write an ad and get going."

They went over to Master's desk and began to compose an ad. Using his iPad, Kareem joined the required websites and posted the ad in each. It was soon time for bed. Kareem was spending the weekend and I took his bags to the guest bedroom.

The next morning, Kareem was excited as he had several replies to his ad. Some were asshole and jeckoffs. Some whores. Some were pathetic excuses for sissies and a couple were in the ballpark. The first 3 groups were ignored. The last group was sent a questionnaire about themselves and their crossdressing/sissy history. And that is how it went over the weekend.

Monday morning saw things return mostly to normal with Kareem moving into a hotel. He left the house with Master. This was the first week with me dealing with the house without Mrs Peterson. The week went mostly like the previous week. Scheduled chores, doing the dishes and cooking, etc. When Master got home, I was waiting at the door with his after-work drink.

The next weekend, Master took me to Kareem's suite at a 5-star hotel. This wasn't the hotel he was staying at. Friday evening they discussed the questionnaires the candidates had answered. They examined the attached pictures and selected 4 potential candidates. These applicants were sent a more detailed questionnaire. We returned home that night and I spent the night dressed in a short pink nightie in Master's bed.

On Saturday, we got to Kareem's suite just before noon and had lunch. It was nice to be treated like a female guest. All 4 applicants had returned the questionnaire and Master and Kareem read them and selected 2 applicants to interview. Kareem contacted them and set up interviews for Sunday afternoon. Paul for 1PM and Marion for 3PM. They were to send Kareem a description of the casual clothing they would be wearing and they would be met in the lobby.

On Sunday afternoon, I was sent into the lobby just before 1PM to meet Paul and bring him to the suite. Paul was already there. He was in his early 20s about 5 foot 8 and 170 pounds with black hair. He was dresses in a blue polo shirt with gray slacks and a pair of brown loafers. I greeted Paul and led him to Kareem's suite.

In the suite he was greeted by Kareem and introduced to Master James. Then the questions started.

'Why did you answer the ad?'

'What do you expect out of this relationship?'

'What do you expect to put into this relationship?'

'What is your sexuality?'

'What are you presently doing?'

'Are you willing to leave that?'

'Are you married?'

'Are you willing to leave all your family behind?'

And the questions went on for over an hour. Kareem then had me take all the body measurements of Paul and record them. Paul was then thanked for his time and told he would be contacted with a decision later.

After Paul left, Kareem made a call to the detective I the lobby with a description of Paul and orders to follow him.

At 3pm I went down to the lobby to get Marion. He was also waiting there. He was a very young boy about 18 years old, about 5-foot 4 inches and 120 pounds. So quite slender with blue eyes and light brown hair. He was wearing a pink polo shirt with white slacks and a pair of white sneakers.

After being introduced, the questions started. They were the same questions that they asked Paul, plus a few more. It turns out that Marion had turned 18 just a month before. He had graduated high school in the spring. On his 18th birthday, his father kicked him out of the house for not being man enough. His mother had died in a car accident a few years before. He saw himself as a woman and felt more comfortable as a woman. He was presently staying wherever he could, doing whatever odd jobs he could find.

When Marion left, he was also followed by a detective. Master and Kareem compared notes. We left for home.

This week was a mirror of the previous week. Mrs Peterson had setup the housework schedule that was regular and fairly equal. Kareem found a house he found acceptable and closed the deal on Friday. On Saturday, Master and I visited Kareem at his new house. We explored the house and discussed the changes Kareem wanted with a contractor. When we were done there, we went to Kareem's suite and Master discussed with Kareem what the detectives found out. It appeared that Paul wasn't completely honest with his answers. Marion on the other hand was honest and had spent at least 2 nights sleeping on a park bench.

Marion was invited to the second interview at the other suite on Sunday afternoon. I again met him in the lobby and led him to the suite. When we entered the suite, Marion was directed to sit I the chair situated in front of Kareem.

"Marion, how much of that fantasy we had you write do you wish would happen to you?"

"Almost all of it, Sir."

"I am seeking a housegirl to take care of my house here and me. Because it is my nation's consulate here, it is considered foreign soil and my nation's laws are in effect. You will not be my employee. You will be my sissy slave, I will own you. You will be sent to a facility to be made over as a sissy. There will be several operations performed on your body, they are non-reversable. You will also be mentally and physically trained to be a female slave. When you are brought into my house, you will be marked as my slave. This is a permanent condition. Do you wish to continue?"

"Yes Sir."

"Sissy, take abd (slave) into the bedroom and put her into the clothing on the bed and bring her back out."

"Yes Sir."

I took her to the bedroom and had her strip. On the bed as a pair of filmy, and lacy pink panties. These she put on. I then led her back into the main room. Kareem had her stand before him and then command that she turn around with her arms out. Then more questions.

"abd, how do you feel right now?"

"The panties feel right on me. I want to dress completely."

"That will come in time. Have you ever had sex?"

"No Sir."

"Sissy remove your skirt and blouse."

"abd, sissy is Master James' sissy slave. He is taking sissy along much slower than I will with you. James, has sissy been a good sissy slave?"

"Yes, Kareem, she has."

"sissy, kneel and suck abd's sissy clit to completion."

I knelt before abd and began to suck. It quickly got hard, but it was a little smaller than mine. In just a couple of minutes, abd started to squirt into my mouth. When I finished, I pulled abd's panties back up.

"Good job, sissy. Now stand up and pull your panties and girdle down. James, has sissy been good enough for a reward?"

"In this case, I believe she has. Do you want me to remove sissy's cage?"

"Yes please."

Master unlocked and removed my cage. Once free, my clit grew to its full size. It was still much smaller than a real man's cock, however it was larger than abd's clit. Abd kneeled before me and took my clit in her mouth and began sucking. She tried to mimic my actions, but her lack of experience showed. Finally, my balls tightened up and I began to squirt into abd's mouth. Master then re-caged my clit and I pulled up my panties and girdle.

"abd, do you accept the terms of this contract? You understand that you will no longer be a free person. You will not even be a person in the eyes of my nation's laws. You will be a domestic animal. You will have no rights, just whatever privileges your owner decides to give you."

"Yes Sir."

"If you still want to continue, beg me to enslave you."

"Please Sir. Make me your sissy slave. My body is yours to do with as Sir wishes. Turn me into your bitch slave to use as Sir wants."

"abd, I accept your plea. Sign is contract and you will become my property. Marion no longer exists, he has fallen off the face of the earth."

Abd quickly signed the contract that Kareem placed on the coffee table. Then Kareem signed it, followed by Master signing as a witness.

Kareem, then held a small chain to abd's lips and commanded her to kiss it. Which she did. Kareem then wrapped the chain around her neck and secured it closed. He then took a chastity cage and locked her sissy clit up.

"Sissy, take abd into the bedroom and put what is in the paper bag next to the bed, on abd. Then bring her back here."

"Yes Sir."

I found the bag in the bedroom. Inside was a corset, nylons and a satin camisole in pink. First, I found some pink nail polish, so I painted abd's toenails. I then, placed the underbust corset around her waist and began to lace it up. When it started to get tight. I put the nylons on her legs and fastened them to the garters on the corset. I then finished tightening the corset. I had to be careful as I didn't want to cause any injury to abd. I finished by placing the camisole on her. I then led abd into the main room. Kareem inspected his new slave and was pleased. He then had her put on the clothing she had worn to the meeting, except for the male undergarments. These were thrown into the trash.

"abd do you have anything that you need to keep, like records, birth certificates, etc?"

"Yes Sir."

With that remark, Kareem slapped abd's face.

"What was that?"

"What did I do wrong, Sir?"

He slapped her again.

"What am I doing wrong, Sir?"

"I own you now, abd. You will call me Master. Unless the situation calls for something different."

"Yes Master."

"Abdul, take this slave to its current habitation. There it will gather its things and bring them to the car. You will then take it to the facility we discussed. There you will turn this slave over to them and give them this envelope. You will bring the slave's things back here for storage. Any questions?"

"No, my Lord. I understand."

"abd, I have to go back to my country for about 2 months. By then the improvements to the house will be completed. And your training should be completed. The facility will be quite strict. You will be punished for every small infraction. Abdul, be on your way."

Abdul took abd's arm and left the suite.

After some more discussion between Kareem and Master, Master and I left for home. Kareem was on a flight the next day back to his country.

At home things returned to a regular schedule for the next 3 weeks. Master returned on this Friday evening with a box. Handing it to me, he told me to put dinner on. After dinner, Master forbad me to eat and directed me to put on the clothing in the box.

In my room, I opened the box. Inside as a traditional French maid uniform in black with white trim. However, it was in thin, soft leather instead of satin. The box also contained a show box with a pair of black pumps with locking ankle straps. Master locked my wrist cuffs together, attached a leash to my collar and led me out to his car. Once I was in the right front seat, Master got into the car and drove off.

About 20 minutes later, he turned into a long driveway, just outside of town.

"Sissy, my friend Jamal, is having a party and needs a serving maid. I don't know why, as he has many girls working for him. Jamal is a businessman. One of his businesses is a string of working girls. They are almost all high-class girls. Its Friday night so they all must be busy. Do me proud, sissy."

Once we got there, Master led me into the house, where we were greets by Jamal. Jamal was a 6 foot 4 inch well built man of about 240 pounds. He was black and I mean BLACK.

"James my friend, welcome. And this must be your pet sissy."

"Hello, Jamal, Yes, this is sissy. Compared to your usual parties, this is very quiet."

"James, it is a different sort of party. I am starting a new business. You have noticed that the rise in abortions has significantly lowered the number of adoptions. There is a large market out there for adoptable kids. The younger the better. So, I have decided to make a dent in that market. I have found a couple adoption lawyers that like the idea and will place the children. I take some of my better girls that are getting burned out and breed them. When they give birth, the babies are put up for adoption and the girls go back to work. I thought I would just let them get pregnant while they are working. However, after some research, I found that I would have no control over the quality of the children, So, instead, I invite men that have qualities that I feel are important and have a breeding party. Each man will have at least 2 go at the girl. More if they are able. The girl has been tested and is in her prime breeding stage. I am not using any of my girls right now as I don't want them to know what is going on. It must be a surprise for them. So that is why I asked you to bring your sissy."

"I hope you are not considering me as one of the studs. Sissy keeps me well satisfied."

"James, I hope you don't consider this an insult, but I had considered you. However, the chosen men scored higher on my list of desired traits. You are here to witness the breeding and monitor sissy."

Jamal led us into the next room. On the far wall was another door, which was closed. To the left was a bar with a bartender. He was good sized black man. On the right side was a platform about twin bed size and waist high. There was a thin mattress on top. On this mattress was a white female of average size with blond hair. She was reasonable well-endowed and wore a mask over her face. This mask also included a ball gag. She was naked and bound to the platform. I was taken over to the bar and introduced to the bartender. He handed me a serving tray to put the drinks on.

Going though the other door, Jamal left the room. After several minutes, Jamal returned to the room, leading 10 black men. They were all wearing dressing gowns with a number between 1 and 10 pinned to the gown. Each of these men were at least 6 foot tall and well built. They were varying shades of black, but all were in the lighter shades.

"Gentlemen, here is your target. You will go in the order of your numbers. Once you have emptied yourself into her, you will step back and let the next man in. Any questions?"

"Yeah, how many times do we get?"

"You will get as many times as you can product or desire. Begin number 1."

I began taking drink orders as the first man started his business. It took a few minutes. The female was reacting to the man's use of her. He finally pulled out and stepped back. I handed him is ordered drink as the second man started.

When he finished the third man stepped up but looking at the female, stopped.

"Hey man, I ain't doing sloppy seconds. Get this bitch cleaned up."

When Jamal ordered a towel, Master spoke up.

"Sissy, put the tray down and get over here. Put your tongue to work and clean this female up so she can be properly used. These men know how to get their own drinks. Get your mouth to work."

I knelt between her legs and began cleaning her. Jamal added instructions.

"Sissy, be sure to clean between her pussy lips. That cum isn't doing any good there."

When I was done, I stepped back and number 3 went to work. When he was done, I offered him my mouth and with 3 pumps, suck him clean. I then began on the female again. As I finished, number 4 pulled me away from her and went to work. And so it went on the first round. After number 10 was done and I had cleaned both of them up, I went back to serving drinks. After I served a round, number 1 returned to the female and pumped away. It took him longer this time. I returned to my clean up duties. After number 3 had finished and I had cleaned both up, Master pulled me away and put a bottle of water to my lips. I greedily drank away. I was quite dehydrated. After finishing the bottle, I went back to my assigned duty of cleaning the participants. When number 10 finished and I had cleaned him, he exclaimed:

"This slut is totally dead to the world. She isn't reacting. It is like fucking a dead piece of meat."

Jamal then stood up from his chair.

"Guys, looks like we are done for the night. Everyone satisfied? Any one still need relief?"

Only 3 men stated that they needed some more pressure relief. Master pointed toward them and I knelt before them. As each presented themselves to me, I began to suck. I endeavored to give them the best blowjob they had ever gotten. After each had emptied themselves into my mouth, I turned toward Master and showed him my open mouth full of cum.

"Swallow slut and get back to work."

When I finished the third man, it was after 3AM. The long day as beginning to tell on me. The men left and Jamal's staff removed the female from the room. Master attached the leash to my collar and led me from the room. Jamal stopped us before we exited the house.

"James, After talking with the men, I want to buy this bitch. How much?"

"Jamal, I have no intention of selling her. First, I spent a great deal of time, effort and money on this slave. Second, we have an agreement which selling her would violate. Third, she is not totally a bitch. Your clients would complain."

"She's not female?"

"Why don't you find out?"

Jamal reached under my dress and upon reaching my crotch, felt the chastity cage locked on me.

"Son of a bitch, James. Those men all told me that she was the best cocksucker they had ever had. And they all wanted to rent her. I understand your position now. If you change your mind, call me. Have a safe drive home."

We left the house and once in Master's car, drove home. That night I slept in Master's bed in his arms. It was about noon when we both woke up.

The next 4 weeks were the same as the previous 3 weeks. Then the following week changed a little. On Monday, Master took me to Kareem's new house. He and I inspected the house and make notes of what needed to be fixed by the contractor. On Wednesday, I was taken to the house to supervise the assembly and placement of the new furniture. That took me all day. Thursday had me cleaning the house from top to bottom. Contractors and movers are not the neatest people in the world. Finally, Friday can around. Master was going out of town for a week and had me pack a bag. I knew he was going overseas so I knew I wasn't going with him. He brought me back to Kareem's house.

"Sissy, while I am gone, I am loaning you to Kareem to help his new slave get settled. She will be brought from the facility this afternoon and Kareem should be back here on Tuesday. I will be back the Sunday after that. Help her get the house under control. The cook will be here on Monday full time, however, she may come in this afternoon or on Saturday to check the kitchen and order whatever items she needs. Help abd as much as you can."

Master left the house and went on his way. It wasn't long before a woman entered the house.

"Hello, I am Miss Victoria the new housekeeper and cook. You must be sissy."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good, Mr. Kareem has informed me that you are here to assist his new maid get settled in. I have been told of your situation and that of the new maid, abd. I accept that we are legally in a different country with different rules. So, I accept your positions in life. I will be fair but strict with both of you. Here is the list of the utensils I will need for the kitchen. Please order them."

While Miss Victoria was inspecting the house, Abdul arrived with abd. He brought her in and then left. He had delivered several boxes of clothing for abd, which I placed her assigned room. Her room was originally designed as a nursery off the master bedroom. I took her to this room and had her change into a maid's uniform. When done, I took her to introduce her to Miss Victoria. Over the next couple of hours, I showed her and Miss Victoria what abd's duties would be and the schedule I put together. Miss Victoria was not completely happy with the schedule. I told them that it was a modification of the schedule I used at home. I had modified it because of Kareem's diplomatic duties and the size of the house. Also, I considered it just a starting point and it most likely would require changes. Miss Victoria accepted that it was a good starting point. I called the grocery store that Master James used and ordered the utensils that Miss Victoria wanted. They would be delivered on Monday along with the groceries that I had ordered earlier in the day. Most of the items I ordered were basic stock for the pantry. Miss Victoria told me that Mr Kareem wanted a New England boiled dinner when he arrived, so I also ordered the required ingredients and the steel boiler pot like I used at Master's.

After Miss Victoria left, abd and I went to her room and talked. She had changed so much from the last time. Her mood was also much different. She seemed sad, very much in contrast with her mood when Abdul took her to the training center.

"Abd, what is wrong? Kareem has turned you into a girl like you wanted."

"Sissy, Look at me. I have huge breasts, much larger than what I wanted and way out of proportion. I am now blond. I never was blond. And it isn't a dye job. My hair was permanently changed to blond. They turned me into a blond bimbo. I have had countless operations. My feet were made smaller. My ears were made smaller and pinned back. My nose was made smaller. I had 3 ribs removed and I was corseted to make my waist smaller. Body fat was moved in my body to give me a big booty and wide hips. My lips were turned into big cocksucker lips. I hurt all over."

"They must have given something for the pain during those operations?"

"They did. After the operations they eased off the drugs, so I won't get addicted. That is when it really hurt."

"Is it getting better?"

"Yes, it is. But the worst part was the leather hood I had to wear whenever I was in my cell."

"I thought you would be in a hospital room?"

"At the facility, the hospital rooms are cells. I slept in a hospital bed and I was monitored 24/7. Either directly or by video surveillance. When I was in the cell, I was tied on the bed and had to wear a leather hood. The headphones in the hood were always broadcasting things. And sometimes the goggles in the hood would show various things. Like women sucking cock or being fucked by men. My thoughts and dreams seemed to change after every session. I became more and more submissive. Yes, I want to be a real girl, but Master has left my sissy clit intact and it has been caged since I left for the facility. But these new fantasies are way beyond what I dreamed of or wanted."

"You surrendered yourself to Kareem, your Master. You signed a witnessed agreement going him control of you if he turned you into a woman. He has done so. He owns you and can do whatever he wants with you. You aren't a person anymore. You are now just a thing, his property. He hasn't removed your clit because he wants you to stay horny and wanting. Sissies are much easier to control when they are that way. And forget about escaping. Legally you are in a foreign country under their rules and laws. If you are captured, and they will capture you, you will be severely punished. You wanted to be a girl. You are a girl now. Go with the flow and take advantage of this opportunity."

"It happened so fast."

"You asked for it. My Master uses the same hood on me. I don't know if Kareem is using the same material. But the ones used on me, make me a much better sissy. I was calmer and more accepting of what was. I want to make it permanent. I want real breasts like yours and a body like yours."

"You might not want to get them the way I got them. After I got my stuff from the hostel, Jamal took me to the facility. It was a few hours away. When we got there, Jamal gave the head nurse an envelope and left. I was taken to a room and given a bottle of water to drink. The room had only a hospital bed and a chair. I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was naked and strapped down to the bed. I yelled for help, but no one answered. I fell asleep again. When I woke up again, there were 2 men and a woman in the room. The men were dressed in surgical green uniforms and the woman was in nurse whites. They removed my collar and place a hospital wrist band on my left wrist. It said 'Sissy Slave abd' with a number.' They said they didn't have a lot of time to do everything, so they would compress everything and start immediately. I was put under. When I awoke again, my feet and face hurt. The nurse came into the room and asked if I was hungry or thirsty. I indicated so. She pulled a dildo from over my head. It had a plastic tube attached. This she secured in my mouth.

"You will get water and nourishment if you suck it properly."

I initially had problems getting anything until the nurse gave me some instructions on how to properly suck cock. Then I finally got some food and water. The food was very bland. Its taste was a little salty. Another woman entered the room with some equipment. I found out later that she was doing electrolysis to permanently remove my unwanted body hair. Initially I thought she was doing it haphazardly. I finally figured out that she was doing the area that was going to be done next. Over the next month, she came into my room to do her assignment on me.

When I awoke this time, my chest hurt. A lot. I was told that 3 ribs had been removed so that my waist could be reduced. Every day I was given several injects. This I later was told were hotshots of female hormones. Over time I could see and feel my body get soft. My mood had many wide swings. After the ribs, they moved body fat to give me the hips and booty of a girl. The next day they worked on my vocal cords to raise my voice and shaved my Adam's apple. While I was under also shortened my hamstrings, so I would always need to wear high heels. Once the hormones had taken hold fully, they then implanted my breasts. They did it in 2 operations. The first step was to give size D breasts. Then 2 weeks later, they exchanged the implants for the size I have now.

Between the 2 operations, my moods were swings extremely wildly. My feeling dildo was empty and I was very thirsty. I was sucking desperately when an orderly walked in to mop the floor.

'You thirsty bitch?'

I nodded and he pulled the dildo from my mouth and presented his large black cock to my mouth. I was on it like flies on honey. I was sucking away when one of my doctors walked in.

'What are you doing?'

'The bitch's feeder is empty and she was thirsty. So, I am feeding her.'

'She is a special project. Stop immediately.'

The doctor left. When he returned, he told the orderly to continue.

'The client said she needs lot of training as a cocksucker. So ahead and use her mouth. I have changed her chart to indicate that anyone may make use of her mouth.'

The orderly resumed his use of my mouth. He left right after he emptied his balls into my mouth. But not before, he put the dildo back in my mouth and had refilled the feeder.

It took over 2 weeks before all the surgeries were completed. The last treatment was my hair was treated to a chemical treatment that permanently turned me into a blond. For the remainder of my time there I was turned over to the trainers to mold me into a total girl. Between the training from the hood and the trainers' training, I now act like a total sissy girl. Any time I had a boyish thought or movement, I was strictly punished. I had to learn about women's clothing and how to dress. How to act and move my body. My body was molded by corsets and girdles. Most of my feeding was now done by all the men in the facility emptying their balls into my mouth. It wasn't long before anytime a man stood in front of me, I would stop what I was doing. As soon as he put his hand on his zipper, I would get on my knees and open my mouth. At that point it would depend on the man. A few would just walk away. The others would insert their cocks into my waiting mouth. Some would just stand there while I suck their cocks. Others would grab my head and begin to rape my mouth. Finally, Abdul picked me up today. And I am what you now see, a big boobed, blond sissy slut."

After our girl talk, we went back to the kitchen. It wasn't long before there was a knock at the kitchen door. It was Ian with my order. He made several trips out to his car bringing in my order. Abd and I went over the items as I checked for the completion of the order. Everything was there. Ian stood there as I signed the receipt. Then he stayed there.

"Ian, since I didn't know what Mr. Kareem's policy is, I will take care of the tip."

I knelt before him, as he dropped in pants. I began to lick his cock, bringing it to full size. As my mouth started to take his cock, he then grabbed my head in both hands and began to fuck my mouth in a frenzy. It wasn't long before I got my reward. When he removed his manhood from my mouth, I licked it clean. Ian pulled up his pants and after fastening his belt, he patted me on the head and left.

Abd and I then put everything away in their proper places. Then we began to prepare for Kareem's dinner tomorrow. We made pudding and clean vegetables. Before long it was time for bed.

The next morning after breakfast, abd washed all the dishes. They were new, but I also was familiar with the arab rules of cleaning. I had just turned on the dishwasher, when Miss Victoria arrived.

"Sissy, what are you doing?"

"Miss Victoria, I am washing all the new dishes."

"They are new. They don't need to be washed."

"Miss Victoria, Mr Kareem is an arab. Their rules of cleanliness is different than ours. I am just trying to follow these rules. After all it is his house."

"Excellent point, sissy. I wasn't aware of these rules. I didn't tell you to start cooking dinner."

"Miss Victoria, All we have done to started to prepare the dinner. A New England Boiled Dinner, takes a lot of work, most of it is preparation. The cleaning and cutting of the vegetables takes a lot of time so it is better to get that done early. Also, the pudding needs to be done at least the day before. That is done. I have done both chocolate and butterscotch and have several servings, so Mr Kareem can have it for a few days. With big dinners, it is better to start early and get the busy work done, than try to rush and make mistakes. Because of Mr Kareem's position, you can expect many big dinners."

"Excellent point, sissy. I'll have to keep that in mind. How much notice will I normally get?"

"Miss Victoria, I don't know. My Master gives me at least a couple of days' notice. You will need time for planning, shopping and preparations. You may have to discuss that with Mr Kareem. He eats a lot of fancy dinners in his duties, so you may want to look toward simple things for everyday eating. I know that the New England Boiled dinner is not simple. It is plain though. And he likes it. I will give you a list of cookbooks that are primarily simple country cooking. I have also posted the phone number and address of the grocery store that my Master uses. The do phone orders and deliver."

"Sissy lets do an inspection of the house."

And off we went. We checked every room. In the living room, she questioned the placement of the lazy boy recliner.

"Miss Victoria, it is my understanding that Mr Kareem intends to use this house as his residence and for private entertain. Not official entertaining. The placement is so Mr Kareem can see the television better and it is more personal atmosphere."

"Move it over there please."

"Yes Ma'am."

And it was moved.

The master bedroom didn't meet Miss Victoria's standards either.

"Sissy that clothing horse needs to be over by the closet."

"Miss Victoria, men have different needs and likes than women. I was told Mr Kareem wanted it there."

"Good point, sissy. Leave it there."

When the inspection was completed, we returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Everything was ready to cook just before lunch. About this time, Abdul arrived with several bags and boxes of Mr Kareem's things. Mostly clothing but also pictures and other personal items. These were placed in the home office and we stopped for lunch.

After lunch we started cooking the dinner. Some items needed more cooking time, so we started them first. We had time at this point to start unpacking the boxes and bags. The clothing we took to the master bedroom and laid them on the bed. Some of the other items we placed on the desk in the office. Other items were placed in the master bath.

After checking on the cooking, we then began to inspect the clothing. The clean clothing was ironed if required and hung in the closet. The unclean clothing was either taken to the utility room and washed. Or was gathered up and bagged for the dry cleaners to pick up. Next was setting the dinning room table. It was finished just prior to Mr Kareem's scheduled arrival.

When Mr Kareem arrived, abd was kneeling next to the door with a tray holding a glass of apple juice. He took the drink and went upstairs to change. Soon it was time for dinner. Abd served the dinner that Miss Victoria had cooked. When done eating, he called Miss Victoria into the dinning room and complemented her on the dinner. She pointed out that I had helped a great deal in preparing this dinner. She also stated that it was her understanding from talking with me that he would prefer simpler dinners when dinning privately. He agreed that was so. He called for dessert and when it arrived, he ordered abd to kneel next to him. Unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out of his pants, he told abd to get her dessert. She began working on the offered dessert.

Mr Kareem took abd into his office. Later he retired to his bedroom suite and took abd with him. The next morning, abd came into the kitchen and started preparing Mr Kareem's breakfast. Miss Victoria entered the house about the time Mr Kareem finished breakfast. When he was done, he took Miss Victoria into his office and closed the door, while abd and myself cleaned up the kitchen and started the daily chores. Mr Kareem left his office for the day and Miss Victoria began supervising our work. The week went pretty much like this until Friday afternoon. Friday was kind of oddball to start. Friday is a holiday for Muslims. So, something was going on. But as slaves we don't need to know the why.

When Mr Kareem returned home on Friday afternoon, he was bringing a guest. It was my Master. I immediately knelt before him and began to kiss his feet. Master stroked my hair.

"Good gurl. I see I was missed. How did she behave?"

"James, she is a very good gurl. She was extremely helpful is not only setting up my house but also helping abd get settled. How do you think abd turned out?"

"Kareem, she is a total bimbo slut. No one would even question her gender. She is way too over the top."

"James, I am glad you like the results. Let's have an early dinner as we have a lot to do to complete abd's enslavement. You and sissy will be the witnesses."

While Master and Mr Kareem ate dinner, I was sent to change and pack my bags. I finished packing and then cleaned up and then changed as directed. I wore my usual undergarments and followed up with a pink leather skirt that stopped just under my crotch. A white satin blouse was added and finished with a pair of pink pumps with 4-inch heels. When I finished, I left the bedroom. I found Jamal waiting for me to leave. He took my bags, carried them downstairs and placed them in Master's car.

Dinner was soon over and Mr Kareem placed a small titanium chain around abd's neck and secured it. He then attached a leash to her collar and led her toward the front door.

"James, don't worry about the dishes, abd will take care of them tomorrow. She will be too busy tonight."

We got into Mr Kareem's official car and Jamal drove us off. It didn't take too long before Jamal pulled to a stop in front of a tattoo parlor. Mr Kareem got out pulling abd with him. Master and I followed.

"Kareem, I didn't know Jerry stayed open this late."

"He is as a favor to me. Come on there is lots to do."

"Kareem, welcome to my shop."

"Hello Jerry. Here is my new slave. Are you ready to mark her?"

"Of course. As we discussed?"

"Yes."

Abd was directed to a bench and ordered to strip. Once she had done so, Mr Kareem removed her collar only leaving the chain around her neck. She then was positioned face down on the bench and secured. Mr Jerry then moved the chain out of the way and brushed her hair away from her neck. He took a template and showed it to Mr Kareem.

"This is what you wanted, correct?"

"Perfect."

The template was laid over abd's neck and Mr Jerry made several marks. Then taking his tattooing machine, he began to permanently mark abd's neck. When he was done it looked like a barcode at the grocery store. There were initials and numbers under the bars.

"James, that is the mark of the 'International Slave Registry'. She was chipped at the facility and this is the public marking. She is now marked as a registered slave. Jerry please continue."

Mr Jerry put a bandage on the new tattoo and then started on a new tattoo on her left ass cheek. It was some sort of symbol. When done a bandage was placed over this tattoo also. Abd was them turned over. The cage on her sissy clit was removed by Mr Kareem. Mr Jerry worked it a bit until it was hard and then he tattooed it. The tattoo read 'OUT OF SERVICE'. After it had been bandaged, Mr Jerry then placed a device on abd's lower lip. He then began to tattoo the inside of her lip. It was abd's slave registration number. Mr Jerry gave Mr Kareem directions for the care of these tattoos. And Kr Kareem explained the significates of the tattoos.

"James, the tattoo on her ass marks her was my property. It is the sign my family has used to mark slaves for many generations. The one on her sissy clit was kind of a whim on my part. And a statement to abd from me, that her sissy slit will never be used as it was intended. Finally, the tattoo on her lower lip is a repeat of her slave registration number. Vets tattoo registration numbers on the inside lips of animals. This telling abd in no uncertain terms that she is nothing but an animal. Jerry please continue."

"Kareem, this has been a lot for her to take in one session. Would you like to continue sometime in the future?"

"Jerry she is my slave. Continue please."

"Of course."

Mr Jerry then rubbed some cream inside if abd's nostrils and we then waited for a few minutes. He then took a tool and punched a hole between her nostrils in the middle of her nose. After removing the punch, he took a metal tool which he had heated and placed it in the hole working it around. Finally, he put a large titanium ring in the hole and secured it. The ring reached down to just above her top lip.

Mr Kareem then stopped everything.

"Slave get on your knees and thank Mr Jerry properly for doing such a good job on your slave markings."

Abd got on her knees and opened her mouth. Mr Jerry pulled his manhood from his pants and inserted it into her mouth. Abd began to suck it, but Mr Jerry grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth with abandon. Finally, he squirted into her mouth and pulled back.

"Kareem, would you like me to give her permanent makeup?"

"No, I want her to put it on like every other girl out there. Plus I like to change colors out."

"Just offering."

"Jerry Please continue."

Mr Jerry then put a device on abd's tongue and pulled on it until it was as far out as it could get. He sprayed some disinfectant on her tongue and then pushed a large needle through it. A stainless-steel barbell was then pushed into the hole. This was secured and the procedure was complete. I was directed to assist abd in dressing and then we left. After getting into Mr Kareems car, Jamal drove us back to Mr Kareem's house. Once there we went inside.

"James, it has been a long evening, however I want you to witness my total taking of abd. I am going to use her like the female bitch she has become."

With this he pushed abd over the back of a sofa and ripped her panties off. Pulling his hardening cock out, he proceeded to take abd's sissy pussy. He pumped away until he spewed himself into her pussy. When he pulled out, abd was out of it. He threw her over his shoulder.

"James I do not want to be a bad host, but I have a slave girl that needs my attention. Could you please show yourselves out? Please have a safe trip home."

With that he left the room and Master and I left the house, got into his car and drove home.

Over the next few months, everything proceeded like normal. However, I was becoming more and more restless. I wanted more out of the relationship. Finally, I begged Master to make our arrangement permanent. He kept putting me off.

One Friday evening, Master had me dress in a new maid's uniform. It was in black and white PVC. He then drove us to a building I recognized as Jamal's. We went inside.

"Welcome James. We will need sissy's mouth tonight. My plan is working well. The last slut is very well pregnant and the baby has already been sold. Plus, I have orders for several more. Tonight, we will be breeding 3 bitches. I don't think more than 3 at a time is practical. Sissy will be one of the cleanup gurls. Since I don't want my other stock to know what is going on, I am going to use sissies for cleanup. It worked quite well last time. Like the man says, don't mess with success."

The setup was like the last time. The room held 3 benches with thin mattresses. Upon each bench was a nude woman strapped down with a gag in her mouth. The bartender was back behind the bar on the far wall. Plus, this time was a large black man in a suit. I immediately identified him as the bouncer. Mr Jamal wasn't going to accept any problems.

Finally, when they were ready, Mr Jamal had the bouncer open the other door and in strutted 30 men. They were all large men mostly black and white men, but there were also a couple of Asian men. Each was given a number from 1 to 30. The first 3 were called up and went to work. There were 2 other sissies beside myself. After each man had finished we each sucked or licked them clean and then clean the bitch up. This went on for a few hours. When the first round was done, they stopped to refresh themselves. The sissies first had to water the bitches and then we were able to get water. At the start of the next round, the men switched so they were breeding a different girl. The same routine for the sissies except we were assigned a different bitch. After a few hours, the rotation was finished. Most of the men were willing to go again. So, after hydrating everyone involved, it began again. And again, everyone got a different bitch. The sun came up before the last of the men had finished. The bitches were totally wasted and were taken back to their rooms and the men dressed and left. Us sissies were totally frustrated. No sex at all.

Master took me home and we both fell asleep in his bed.

Soon after that, Master James started me on a new vitamin supplement. It wasn't that long before I noticed that I had mood swings. Not as wide a range that abd had, but noticeable. My body also began to change. It became softer and more rounded. My hair became softer and grew faster. It wasn't too long before Master took me to Dr Phillip for an exam.

About a week after the exam, Master had me kneel before him in his office. I was naked, except for the corset and collar.

"Sissy, you have been begging me to turn you into a complete sissy for some time now. Do you really mean it?"

"Yes, Master."

"You're not just reacting to abd's new condition?"

"No, Master. I really want what she has. I am comfortable like this and want to move to the next level."

"Sissy, you understand that once that is done, it is not reversable? You will never be a 'free' person again?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do you still want it?"

"Yes, Master."

"Any questions?"

"Master, what is this order I have hear about.? And please tell me about the society."

"The society is a group of people, mostly men, however there are some women, that are into owning sissy slaves. Most of them do. A few are between sissies. It is kind of a benevolent society in that if an owner dies, that person's sissy or sissies are transferred to another owner, unless the owner has made other arrangements. There is a subgroup of the society that support the owners and sissies. You have met some of them. And if you continue, you will meet more of them. The society also regulates itself. We don't allow the sissies to be mistreated or abused. We make sure they have proper medical treatment. So, the society works toward the benefit of all the participants.

The order is something else. It is the Black New World Order. Basically, it is a group of Black men and women that own whites. The service from whites ranges from occasional service to full time slavery. Some owners can be quite cruel. It is a worldwide network. When you are brought into the order, you are there for life. You will be marked as 'Black Owned' and as property of the order."

"Since there is a large age difference between us, what arrangements would Master make for me?"

"Sissy, if you go this route, your property will be sold and the funds will be placed in a trust. This trust will take care of you when you are no longer of any use to the order. I will tell you this. Service to the order can be very hard. You are no longer a person. You are property, a thing. You will have no rights. Just whatever privileges your owner decides to give you. You will disappear off the face of the earth. You still want to do this?"

"Yes, Master."

Master handed me a glass of water and I drank it down. That was the last thing I remember.

It seemed like a dream. I would start seeing things. They were very hazy Like I was on a hospital bed in a hospital room. People in medical uniforms standing around me and doing things, almost ghost like. There were almost always things being said into my ears. There were times that my body hurt in certain places. My nose, my throat, my chest, my feet.

I finally woke up to my Master.

"You're finally awake, sissy. Sweet dreams?"

"Master, what is going on? I hurt all over."

"Sissy, I've turned you into what you wanted. A BNWO sissy slave. I have had your body changed to what I really desire in a sissy. You are totally owned by me. You have been here for over a month and in a week, I will take you home. Where you will resume your duties as my sissy housegurl. There is a lot to do was the house has been mostly neglected while you were here. And I have needs that haven't been taken care of either."

"Yes, Master. What was done to me?"

"First of all, I have been feeding you hormones for 3 months before the hospital. Then they began hormone hotshots while here. Your body was them modified. Your nose and feet were reduced in size. Then your ears were pinned back and your adam's apple was shaved. I had 3 of your ribs removed to reduce your waist and give you a feminine figure. Electrolysis was done on your body so you will not have to shave at all and will be completely smooth. Body fat was moved around on your body to soften your body curves and more was added to give you the proper ass and hips. Your lips were turned into the prefect cocksucker lips. Big and puffy. At this point except for your sissy clit, your body is totally a hot babe body. You have had 2 patches installed on your body. One is putting female hormones into your body. The other one was injected into your ball sack. This patch is pumping testosterone to your balls. It will keep you almost always horny. With the cage on, it will leave you almost uncontrollably frustrated. You will do almost anything for release. Finally, your breast. You now have real breasts. They are size H. A size larger that your breast forms. Your vocal cords were shortened to give you a girly voice. I didn't like your hair color, so I had it changed permanently to auburn.

Over the next week, the trainers here will tune your complete being into being the perfect sissy gurl for me. While you are finishing your training, I will be replacing all your clothing. What you have now will not fit. Plus, I am adding some enhancements. See you in about a week."

With that he left, and a tall angular white woman entered the room. She attached a leash to my collar and ordered me to get off the bed. I tried to standup, but my feet hurt and wouldn't work right.

"Oh that's right, you have hadn't been standing for over a month and will need some help. Orderly!"

An orderly stepped into the room. He was a tall black man with a runner's build. He offered me his arm and we followed the woman out of the room and down the hall. We soon reached a heavy wooden door that the woman opened and motioned us to enter.

"Sissy, be sure to thank Claude properly for helping down the hall."

I knew what she meant and slowly got on my knees facing Claude. I tried to work my hands to unzip him, but I wasn't used to using these long fingernails. Claude must of gotten impatient or didn't want me clawing his manhood up, so he pushed my hands away and took care of the problem himself. As soon as it was out of its case, my mouth went right to work. It wasn't long before he grabbed my head and pulled my mouth into his crotch. I could feel it starting to pump and his seed entering my throat. When he finished, he pulled away and tucked himself back into his pants.

"Claude, how was the bitch?"

"Ma'am, she did a very good job. It shows that she has had plenty of good training and practice."

"Excellent Claude. You are dismissed."

A physical therapist entered the room and began to work on my body. I had been in bed so long that my muscles needed to be treated. Whenever any of my actions was unladylike, the woman would strike me with her mini flogger. After a couple of hours, I was led back to my room. It was slow going. I still had difficulty walking but was better.

Over the next few days, the trainer and the physical therapist worked toward getting me more limber. Finally, one afternoon, Master showed up in my room with a small bag of clothes. He ordered me to change and then led me to the main door. There we were met by some of the staff. Master thanked them for their excellent work and led me to his car. And we drove home. During the 2-hour drive, Master told me more about the 'facility'.

"Sissy, you remember I told you about the group of people who support the sissy owners. Well, the facility is indirectly part of that group. More associate than a member. The main group came from Europe after the fall of the Soviet Union. They had mostly worked for the KGB in breaking spies and dissidents. With a lot of success. After the fall, the money stopped. A couple of the group had worked in western Europe and had knowledge of the some of the kinky lifestyles, so they decided that this might be something that might earn them a paycheck. A group stayed in Europe, however many decided to try here in the US. They found a ripe environment for their skills. Using hypnosis, mind control, drugs and other training they sold their services to who ever would pay them. They started out straightening out wayward wives and children. And moved on from there. The sissy owners found out about them and the facility added surgeons and therapists to meet their needs. Many sissies are there unwillingly. An upset wife or girlfriend. A business competitor.

The next 2 weeks were busy with my trying to get the house back on track. By the end of the second week, the house was pretty much back in order. There was something missing in my mind, but I couldn't put a finger on it.

After dinner Wednesday evening, Master told to pack a bag for the weekend. On Friday morning, we were driving to another city where we were attending a conference. For the weekend. Later that evening in my room Master selected the clothing he wanted me to wear at this conference. It was all short, tight and/or very reveling. I had to pick out the lingerie. It all had to be sissy, slutty and hot.

It was mid-morning when we drove out of the driveway and started off. It was going to be almost a 4-hour drive. It wasn't long before I had my hand on Master's crotch, rubbing his manhood through his pants. It wasn't long before he pushed my hand away saying that would cause an accident. A little further down the road, Master told me to suck him. I complied. As I was doing so, Master past several big trucks. I only knew about this when they started blowing there loud horns. Master was giving the truckers a show.

Finally, Master pulled into a mid-sized hotel and convention center. It was a few miles outside of the city and nothing nearby. No businesses, homes or farms. We stopped at the entry and were met by a parking attendant and a bell boi. The attendant was a young black man in black pants and a white shirt. The bell boi, who was pushing a luggage cart, was nude except for sandals, a tight speedo and an iron collar. You could see the outline of his chastity cage. Master helped me from the car and attached a leash to my collar and led me in. Our bags were loaded on the cart and the bell boi followed us to the registration desk. There Master checked in and got our room assignment and keys. Master also got the schedule of events, plus a couple of messages.

Once settled in our room, Master returned the messages. Master was invited to have drinks with some of the leadership on the order. I was not invited.

Master cleaned up and left while I unpacked our bags. I looked about the room. It was pretty much like another hotel room. It was a mini suite. It had a divided bedroom and living room. No kitchen. The bedroom had a bed and a bathroom. The bed was a king-sized bed. At the foot of the bed was what looked like an elongated doggie bed. In each of the 2 rooms were steel rings in the walls or attached to some of the larger furniture.

Master returned and had me change for dinner. My clothing consisted of a purple leather skirt, hem just below my crotch and a sheer white blouse. I was not wearing a bra. He led me by the leash to the dinning room. The hostess greeted us and led us to a table off by itself. The dinning room was filling up with Black men and women. There were many couples and a few families. The were all black. With also were whites. Many women, some men and what looked like a few sissies. The white stood behind the blacks and acted like servants or slaves. After the blacks had been seated, the white either stood or kneeled behind the lead black. The white would the be fed from the plates of the blacks at the respective table. Usually from a doggie bowl.

Master had me kneel next to him on his left side, ordered his meal and ordered a small dish for me. When it arrived, he put my plate on the floor in front of me with a bottle of water. While we ate black men would approach Master and ask about me. A couple started to handle me, but stopped when Master gave them a hard look over his glasses. After he finished dinner, he ordered dessert for himself. When it arrived, he ordered me to get my dessert. I hesitated a bit, as I had never done this in this type of environment before. So public. But I could feel his look and I turned toward him, freed his penis and began to suck. The dinning room got quiet. When we both had finished, I put him away and Master patted my head.

"Good little slut."

With that we got up and left the dinning room. We walked around for a bit and then returned to our suite. Once there, Master began to tell me more about the convention and the organization.

"Sissy, the BNWO was started over 100 years ago. It wasn't called that at first. It started as a group of Blacks to support and protect each other. It has continued to do that. But it is now also a political force. There is a convention every year. The location rotates between 4 major cities. This year it is here. It is held at a hotel convention center owned by the order. The center is located is in a fairly secluded area. The upper staff is black and are members of the order. The lower staff is white and they are slaves. For the next 3 days, we will have seminars and meeting covering a wide range of topics. Some of the topics are members only. Whites are excluded. You noticed the rings in the rooms. They are for securing one's slaves when they are left alone. Your dress will be quite reveling. That is the way I want it. I realize you are not too comfortable in large crowds. I saw your hesitation in the dinning room. But you came through. Let's call it a night."

With that we changed and he pushed me into his bed and got in behind me.

It was 8AM when Master awoke from my worship. After cleaning up, we dressed. He is business casual and my in a PVC mini skirt in pink and a black semi sheer blouse. Under my blouse I wore a white bullet bra. Damn that thing is uncomfortable. If that is what Master wants me to wear, I wear it with pride. Jut before we left the suite, Master replaced my ring collar with a 1 1/2 inch chrome steel collar and placed 1 1/2 inch chrome steel cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Attaching his leash to my collar, Master led me from the room and to the convention center.

Going down one of the halls of seminar rooms, Master stopped at one doorway.

"Sissy, my first meeting is members only. I will check you here."

My leash was handed to a staff member, a young black man of about 23 with broad shoulders. He placed a tag on my collar and gave Master a receipt. Master left and the man led me into a room full of chairs. I was placed on one of these chairs and secured to it. A set of headphones was placed over my head and a black dildo gag was placed in my mouth. Over the next 90 minutes, I received subliminal messages. Occasionally someone would come by and handle me. Then my headphones and gag were removed and I was released for the chair and led back to the door, where Master was waiting.

We then walked to the next meeting. This one was open. 'Household Staff' was on the door. There were many people already in the room. Mostly blacks, a few white that were by all indications either servants or slaves. The blacks were mostly singles or couples with a few families in the room. Master picked a seat next to a black family and pushing the seats apart a bit, placed a towel on the floor in that open spot and motioned me to kneel. I knelt on the towel.

While talking with some of the people seated near him, Master noticed the son of the family next to us, looking me over very carefully. He was trying not to look too obvious. But he was. He was 18. You had to be at least 18 to get into most of the seminars. Master finally had to take action.

"Young man. You like what you see?"

He looked away kind of embarrassed.

"Don't be ashamed. It only natural for a young man to carefully check out young attractive bitches. With your parents' approval, take a closer look."

The young man started to look carefully. It looked like he wanted to touch me.

"Young man don't be afraid. She is my slave. You can touch her, handle her."

He then started to fondle and grope me. It was like he found a new squeeze toy to play with. Then his hand started up my leg. Soon it was past the hem. Then it reached my crotch. When he felt what was there, his hand came out like it was burned.

"Is there a problem, young man?"

"It's a guy. Are you gay?"

"First of all, that is not a man. It is a sissy. Sissies are not men. I am not gay. But as a real man I have needs that need to be taken care of on a regular basis. Real women are not always available to meet those needs. That time of month, I have a headache, etc. And they come with a cost that I don't want to pay at this point of my life. For a man in my position, many come with an agenda that works to my detriment. Sissies are easy to handle and they meet all my needs. All sissies want is cock and cum. They are total are total sluts."

Master could see the young man's pants getting tighter.

"You're of age. Would you like to try the slut out? With your parents' permission of course."

The young man's father nodded his consent and the young man stepped over to me. I reached up and unzipped his pants and pulled out my new toy. It was hard as a rock. It wasn't huge but was good sized. He wasn't done growing yet. And I went to work on it. Since this was the young man's first blowjob, I decided that I wanted to give him one that would be the one that he would judge all the following blowjobs by and find them wanting. I opened up my bag of tricks that I had learned over the last year. It didn't take 2 minutes and he was pumping his seed into my mouth. His ejaculation seemed like to last more than my sucking. I couldn't hold it all and it leaked around my lips and out my nose. Finally, he went soft in my mouth and just collapsed into his chair.

"You've been saving up, young man. And I see that sissy has pulled out all the stops to spoil you. That is going to be a blowjob you will never forget."

Then the mom spoke up.

"No Leroy will never forget that. But please tell me why a sissy?"

"I was married for 30 years to a wonderful woman. We were unable to have children. When she passed, I remained faithful to her for several years. Then I started dating again. However, I found out that many of the women only wanted access to my name and money. Others I found wanting. I tried professionals. But they can get expensive and there are health risks. Plus, that wasn't what I was looking for. Then I had a sissy. It was a professional but the sex as good, very good. I did a little more research on the subject and decided that a sissy would fill my needs without the costs I didn't want. Besides you have the opportunity to make the slut you want instead of settling for the slut the find."

"And she accepts what you have done to her?"

"She doesn't just accept it, she begged for it. Many not to the degree I had done, but she has accepted that as my right as her Master."

"Is she just your cumrag?"

"No, she is much more. She is my housegurl, my maid, my housekeeper and my arm candy when necessary. When my housekeeper retired, she started running my house. And she does an excellent job. When a business associate moved into town and setup house, I loaned sissy to him to get his house on track and train his sissy maid."

The speaker started the seminar, which was about choices the BNWO community had when having house staff. Servant vs. Slave. Male vs Female. Children. Finally, this one was over and Master took me to one of the lounges for lunch. From there we went to another seminar. There my mouth was used by 3 young black men. Very publicly. Other attendees observed and made comments, suggestions and remarks. It was later afternoon, when Master took me back to his room. There I was commanded to shower and cleanup. When I reentered the bedroom, there was a sheer pink babydoll on the bed and a pair of pink mules. It hid nothing and accentuated everything. My body was on display. These I put on followed by Master placing chrome steel cuffs on my wrists and ankles. The wrist cuffs were secured behind my back followed by a chrome steel leash attached to my collar. I was led from the room.

Down the elevator to the second floor and down the hallway to the left. While walking behind Master, I could feel every man's eyes on me. Several copped feels as I walked by. Master stopped at a door and knocked. A large black man opened the door and left Master and me in. In the room were several large black men. Well dressed in business casual. As I walked in, the began to visually inspect me. Master ordered me to strip and I complied. Stepping back away from me, Master motioned toward me. These men started to inspect me more closely. Their hands were all over me. I was fondled, grouped, patted, squeezed, etc. Finally, one of the men stood before me and pulled down his zipper and removed his manhood from his pants. Having almost a full year of training, I immediately got on my knees and began to suck the man's cock. I did my best as I knew Master was watching. It wasn't too long before I could feel it start to pulse in my mouth and his seed hitting the back of my throat. As soon as this man stepped back, another man took his place. This went on until the last man had finished. Then they discussed me.

"James, you have done well with this slut. Are you bringing her into the order?"

"Yes, I am."

"She is acceptable. Does she know about the order?"

"I have told her what is only publicly available."

"Are you ready to offer her to the order?"

"Yes I am."

With that I looked at Master. We hadn't discussed that.

"James, your sissy looks confused."

"I believe it is. While we discussed the order, I didn't give her all the details. Only that the order will find a place for her after I am gone."

"That is what will happen, little one. You now have a permanent home. Are you ready to have it marked?"

"Yes."

I was then led to a tattoo chair, where I was strapped face down. My collar was removed, my hair was tied in a ponytail and the tattoo artist began to make the back of my neck. When finished, he placed a gauze bandage on the tattoo. Then he began to tattoo my lower back. This took over an hour. While I couldn't see what was being done, I had no doubt it was a tramp stamp. This was confirmed by Master later. It was a BLACK OWNED tramp stamp. Then he placed a 'S' of spades symbol on my left ass cheek. Two more bandages and I was rolled over. The artist then began to write on my belly. When he was done there was another tramp stamp. 'Black Property'.

Still strapped down, another man approached. It was the piercer. He pulled my tongue out and held in a special clamp. Then he pierced my tongue and placed a barbell in the hole. I was then released from the chair and assisted in standing. I then kneeled before my Master. And I began to kiss his feet. Master stepped away and the other men presented themselves to me for my worship. Because of the piercing all I could do was kiss their feet. They had witnessed my total enslavement to the order. The head of the group had a few comments for Master.

"James there are some improvements you should be thinking of doing in the near future. It will improve it's value. Bigger boobs and a larger caboose for starters. Make the lips a little larger. It's waist is just about perfect. Attitude is excellent. Submissiveness is off the chart. More piercings would be in order also. Have you given any thought of permanent or tattooed makeup?"

"Al, this project originally was just a 2 weekends a month crossdresser/sissy and get my rocks off. Then it lost it's vanilla job the same time my housekeeper retired. So, I put it to work as my housegurl. She has worked out quite well. We had a one year agreement. That year is up. Before it was up, she begged me to make it permanent. I have done so. This is all agreed to. As for the boobs, I like them large, but I also must be practical. She must be able to do her duties. For her ass size, I like them tight. The lip size is perfect for my likes. I have access to a doctor that can do temporary lip enlargements. I tried several sizes. This is the size that meets my likes and needs. I gave some thought permanent makeup. Then I talked with an associate Kareem. He didn't do it with his sissy because he wanted her to go through what real women do every day. I like that idea. I also like that I can change colors and styles at will. This bitch works for me. When it moves on to a new Master, maybe that will change."

The tattoo artist and the piercer gave Master instructions on the care of the tattoos and piercings. I wouldn't be fed orally for a few days. Master then grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. He placed a sheer pink Baby doll over me and attached his leash to my chastity cage. After shaking the hanks of the other participants, he led me from the room and down the hallway.

For the walk back, I wasn't even allowed to wear any panties. I was totally revealed. In the lobby, while waiting for the elevator, Master pushed me over a small table and raped my sissy pussy. While everyone in the lobby looked on. They even applauded when Master finished. When he was done, he wiped his penis clean on my hair. The elevator door opened and we stepped in and went to his room. There Master gagged me and tied me in a kneeling bowed position on the dog bed at the foot of the master bed. My collar was locked to the ring at the foot of the bed. It had been a very full day and I soon fell asleep.

I was awoken by Master raping my pussy. Upon finishing, he untied me and allowed me to go to the bathroom. He then inspected my tattoos and piercing. He placed a small tray on the floor. This tray had a glass of water and a bowl of oatmeal. This was my breakfast. Upon finishing, I was diapered and resecured like I had been that night. A small dildo gag was tied in my mouth. It would interfere with my piercing, but I could get water.

"Most of my meeting today and tomorrow are closed. You will stay here. I will be back later to feed you."

With that he left. And I was left in the dark. Soon I feel asleep. I was awaken when the suite door opened. A room maid entered the room. She was a real female in a black and white French maid's uniform. Very abbreviated. The hem stopped just below her crotch and the petticoats kept it very full. She looked at me and then began her duties. The bed, the bathroom, etc. As she was finishing, Master entered the room. As he did so, she turned around to face him and got on her knees. Master looked her over, noting the various symbols on her name tag. Her name was on a sticky label on the tag. So, she was either new or temporary. Master unzipped himself and the maid quickly opened her mouth and took him in.

"Slave, are you new?"

"No Master. My Master has leased me to the center for the convention."

"Interesting. I don't know what this flag is on your tag. What is it?"

"My Master wants me to be bred. So, I am open to breeding. He wants me to produce black babies."

"I see you wearing a wedding ring. Is your Master, your husband?"

"No, my husband is in prison. My Master's gang inside are protecting him as long as I serve Master."

"When was the last time, you saw your husband?"

"Master allows me to see my husband once a year. I was supposed to go this weekend, but this thing happened. I may be allowed to go next weekend."

Turning to me.

"Slave, I told you on the first day, I was not going to be monogamist. I will fuck whenever, however and whoever I decide. I'm horny and want to get off. Deal with it."

With that, Master grabbed the maid and threw her on the bed. He found she wasn't wearing any panties, so he just drove his cock into her pussy and began to rape her. When he was done, he pulled his cock out and wiped it on my face so I could spend the rest of the day smelling him. Then he wiped it clean with my hair. With a slap on her ass, Master sent the maid on her way. And with another slap, he left the room.

Late afternoon, Master reentered the room. He released me and sent me to the bathroom to clean up. He then fed me and used my pussy again. I was then re-diapered. I was allowed to stretch out on the bed. Master then told me about today's maid.

"Sissy, the resort doesn't have enough regular staff for events like this. So, they lease slaves from members of the order. Many of the members like to do this as it exposes their slaves to many different things. It also brings income to the owner. The owners can set their slaves up for many different things. They could be sold. And some are. Or like in this case, they can be bred.

I met her Master and this is what he told me. Her husband was sent to prison for many years. He is a small white man and needed protection. An offer was made by the slave's Master when he was inside, that he would protect him, if the woman turned herself over to him. The husband asked her and since she loves him so much, she did so. Now she is just a white slave for the Master. He controls everything she does. She can only see her husband once a year. Presently she is his squeeze, bitch, arm candy and call girl. Soon she will be his whore. What she doesn't know is that the gang inside is turning her husband into a prison sissy whore. Soon she will be very girly and taking multiple cocks every day. When she gets out she will join her wife as a whore working for the Master."

However, at bedtime, I was again tied in the position. The next morning, Master awoke me the same way and then fed me my breakfast of water and plain unsweetened oatmeal. Soon he was off.

About lunch time, the door opened and a maid enters the room. Like yesterday's maid, she was dressed in a reveling maid's uniform in black and white. She begins her duties and soon the room was done. As she started to leave, Master entered the room. She kneels and opens her mouth. Master looking at the temporary name tag and seeing the flags, grabs her by her hair and throws her on the bed. Finding that she is also not wearing panties, he drives his dry cock to the root into her pussy and begins to pump away. Finally, he spasms into her and pulls out. He sends her on her way with a slap and then again wipes his cock on my face and cleans it with my hair. With that he leaves after a couple of smacks on my ass.

Late that afternoon, Master returns to the room and has me clean up. While I am doing that, Master lays out what he wants me to wear. Back in the room, I dress and then we pack to leave. The convention is over.

I was wearing a pink sleeveless leather dress with a low-cut front and a hem just below my crotch. A new collar was around my neck. It was 1 1/2 inch chrome steel with 'BLACK OWNED' on it. The leash ring was between the 2 words. Under the dress, I was wearing a frilly lingerie set in pink. In consideration to my new tattoos, I was not wearing either a corset or girdle. That would change in a few days. On my feet was a pair of pink pumps with 4-inch heels. The bell boi arrived at the room to take our bags and Master grabbed the leash and led me to the lobby.

The parking attendant pulled Master's car up to the door and opened the truck. He directed the bell boi to place the luggage in the truck, then closed it. Master opened the right front door of the car and had me get in. He then fastened my seatbelt and closed the door. Getting in the other door, he drove off and we started our four-hour drive. During the drive down the interstate highway, Master would work his right hand under my skirt and play with my clit. Get me all hot and bothered and then stop. It wasn't too long before I was getting frustrated and begging him to use me. But he kept on just teasing me. There was a long line of big trucks in the right lane ahead of us. Master had me pull down the top of my dress and pop my boobs from my bra. As we went past the trucks, Master started playing with my breasts. The truckers got a good show. Their horns filled our ears until we were way past the trucks.

Finally, we got home. I put everything away while Master checked the mail. Then we called it a night.

This part of the story took a little longer than planned. Also, it is a bit longer than I planned. Hope you enjoy it.