Becoming Cecile

Trigger Warning: This story contains smut (duh), forced feminization, submission, power plays, control, body shaming, and maybe other stuff..

It's just a fantasy, not a blueprint for real-life choices..

Also, it is poorly written.

So, please, if you don't like it - don't read it.

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Chapter 1.

I was at the pub with the boys. Again. Things hadn't been going so well lately. First my company fired me, then my girlfriend broke up. After a few hours, one by one, my friends left. I was still sitting there drinking. I didn't want to go home. There was no reason to go home. There was Nothing left waiting for me.

I felt a pressure, so I went to the restroom and stood at the urinal. A moment later, an older man came to the urinal next to me. He was about 1.8m tall, with short white hair and a white three-day stubble. Despite his age and a slight belly, you could tell he must have taken care of his body and worked out in the past. I heard him unzip his pants. From the corner of my eye, I saw him pull out his cock and start pissing. I looked at his and then looked down at my own cock. When it was hard, it was tiny, but now it was barely visible. His cock was quite the opposite: long and thick. I imagined how his dick would look hard. Compared to mine, it must have been twice as long and thick for sure.

I watched his strong stream shoot out from under the foreskin. I bit my lip.

The man cleared his throat and tore me out of my thoughts. He looked at me with a grin. Suddenly I realized that I hadn't been staring subtly, but rather intensely, at his cock. I was startled when I realized my own was slowly starting to get stiff. Quickly I packed it away and left the restroom. The man behind me chuckled.

I ordered another beer and sat back down at my table. A short time later, the older gentleman came to me with two shots of liquor and asked if he could sit down with me. The pub was almost empty and he said I looked like someone who might need someone to talk to. At that point, I didn't really care anymore, so I agreed. We talked for some time and he was quite generous with drinks. It turned out that he had accumulated quite a bit of money throughout his life and is now enjoying his retirement. When I told him my story, his eyes flashed.

'I may have an interesting offer for you. Come and visit me tomorrow,' he said, handing me a card with nothing but an address. I agreed and we said goodbye. It was worth a shot, but I didn't have great expectations.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed with a severe headache, still fully clothed. It took a moment for the memories of last night to return. Then I found the crumpled address card in my jacket.

I made myself reasonably presentable and drove to the gentleman's address. His place lay outside the city, where the plots were further apart and the houses grew larger. When I arrived, I stood before a large iron gate surrounded by high stone walls. Behind it, I could see well-kept lawns, hedges, and a bit further back, a multi-winged brick manor with numerous large windows. I doublechecked the address several times before finally pressing the nameless bell. After a few words with the gatekeeper, the gate opened.

I was admitted by a maid, a slim and exceedingly pretty woman in her mid-twenties with her red hair in a ponytail and a maid's cap. She wore a matching classic dark maid uniform, with an extremely short skirt and a strapless ruffled top over a tight corset. Without a word, she led me to the sitting room and motioned for me to wait. She then took a place slightly in the background beside the door.

Feeling a little lost, I waited until a few minutes later, when the older gentleman entered the room and sat down in a large leather chair directly opposite me.

The meeting was brief, and he was more distant than he had been the evening before. He described the open position very vaguely. It basically involved all assigned tasks in and around the house, as well as other unspecified duties as required. If I agreed, there would be an appealing income, as well as a massive bonus at the end of every full month.

'Julie, get the documents from Madame Margaret,' he commanded, and the maid hurried off, returning shortly afterward with some papers for me.

'The details of our agreement can be found in the documents. Read them, and if you accept, come back tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock. Ask for Madame Margaret. She will examine you and assign you your position,' he said, then rose and left the room without another word.

The maid, Julie, led me back to the door.

On my way home, I thought about the absurdity of it all and this weird job with no clear description. Once home, I examined the papers more closely. It was a contract consisting of an open-ended consent form and a financial agreement.

The contract generally stated that my duties would be to do whatever I was told. If I accepted, I would have to move into the manor for the duration of my employment, with board and lodging provided. My signature would also confirm that I was acting entirely of my own free will and was aware that I had the option to resign and terminate my position at any time. The required password was noted on a separate slip of paper.

I almost threw the papers in the trash, but then I saw the financial terms. I would be paid 300€ per day, which was far more than I had ever earned. The highlight, however, was the mentioned massive bonus: an additional 50,000€ for each full month of service. With that, the decision was easy, and the papers were signed.

Chapter 2.

The next morning, shortly before eight o'clock, Julie opened the door for me again. With a pounding heart, I was led to Madame Margaret, the housekeeper. The Madame was about fifty years old, her grey-black hair pulled into a tight bun, and she wore a high-necked black dress. In a commanding tone, she reviewed the key points of the agreement once more and checked the signatures. Then she cited the main house rules:

'The gentleman is to be addressed as Master.'

'One only adresses the master when asked to speak.'

'The Master is to be met with pronounced humility.'

'Any instruction must be followed, or the password shall trigger the immediate termination of the agreement.'

'The Master, or I, Madame Margaret, and those authorized by us are permitted to give orders.'

One last time, she asked if I really wanted this position. I said yes.

'Very good. The agreed-upon compensation will be deposited daily in your room. It will always be at your immediate disposal.' she said.

That settled it for her.

'Julie! Come in!' she called, and the red-haired maid returned to the room, followed by two muscular men dressed in nothing but tight shorts.

'Strip!' Madame Margaret ordered. 'So that we may see what we are dealing with here.'

Hesitantly, I removed my jacket and shoes, glancing around the room with a sense of growing embarrassment.

'Oh, goodness,' the housekeeper remarked. 'Help him!' she called to the men behind me, and they immediately started ripping my clothes off.

Overwhelmed and exposed, I stood there in the middle of the room. My panicked eyes darted to Julie, who watched the spectacle with her head slightly bowed, and then to Madame Margaret, who surveyed me from top to bottom with a judgmental expression. Embarrassed, I looked down at my small, smooth-shaved cock and saw it begin to twitch, attempting to rise. Suddenly, a short, incredulous laugh escaped the Madame; out of the corner of my eye, I saw that even Julie was wearing a smirk.

'Very well, it's decided. I can't send you to the men like this. Julie, he's coming to you,' Madame Margaret declared, 'but first, I'll attach the cage.'

She searched briefly for something, then stepped directly in front of me, staring down at my tiny, semi-stiff cock.

'Stop that nonesense. Down with you!' she snapped at it, delivering a few sharp slaps directly to the shaft. I tried to flinch, but the men behind me held me firmly in place.

The slaps did the trick. Before I could even realize what was happening, she placed a ring behind my balls, squeezed my cock together, and locked the device with a tiny key.

'That's better,' the Madame said, slipping the key into her dress pocket. 'Take him now, Julie, and prepare him. The Master will want to see him in a few hours.'

The men let me go, but before I could reach for my clothes, the maid shook her head and led me out of the room--completely naked.

Chapter 3.

A staircase and a few hallways later, we reached the room where Julie lived, and where I would now be staying. It was a large room with high ceilings and expansive windows. Beds sat at opposite ends, and a large mirror stood beside the window. One corner was furnished with chairs and a table. Doors led to a spacious bathroom as well as two walk-in wardrobes. Mine was empty, save for a few clothing boxes and a glass closet in the corner. It looked like a large, transparent vault, though it had no lock. Inside were 300€, my first day's wage. I licked my lips.

I returned to the main room and stood before the mirror. For the first time, I had the opportunity to truly see myself. My cock was locked in a tiny, pink cage no more than 1.5 cm long, secured by a ring around my balls to ensure it couldn't be removed. The front of the cage was shaped like open pink labia, with a small hole in the middle for peeing.

'It's cute, right? You have a pussy now. Though, you already had a little clit before,' Julie joked gently, laughing. I blushed and turned away. Julie's delicate voice and sexy body immediately sent blood rushing back into my cock, but it had nowhere to go this time. I winced; the pressure was intense and unpleasant. Seeing this, Julie laughed even harder; she was visibly more relaxed here in her own room.

I wanted to ask her a few questions, but she simply shook her head. 'Now we have to get you ready, otherwise there will be trouble with Madame,' she said.

She led me into the bathroom and began removing all the unwanted hair from my body, plucking my eyebrows and giving me the most thorough shave of my life. She put me in the bathtub and scrubbed me clean. Once I was dry, she coated my entire body in ointments, making my skin as soft and smooth as possible, and finished by spraying me with a beguiling, feminine scent.

She picked up a comb and scissors, saying, 'Fortunately, your hair is already long. We can save the wig.'

Again, I tried to speak, but I was immediately silenced. She made a few precise cuts, combed my hair, and braided it into two neat plaits, nodding with satisfaction when she was finished.

As I stood before the mirror once again, I could hardly recognize myself. I looked unequivocally more feminine than ever before. My skin was silky smooth, smelling of blossoms, and my hairstyle was now unmistakably that of a woman.

'Okay, I have the perfect outfit for you. You're going to look super cute. Come with me!' Julie said, suddenly and unusually excited, as she dragged me toward her wardrobe. Many dresses were hanging there. Most were variations of her black uniform, a few nightgowns, and a small section of nearly-new clothes in various colors. The corner where she was searching contained other pieces in a wide array of sizes and colors. Just like in my closet, there was a glass vault here too, but with one big difference. At a glance, it was clear that hers contained well over 1 million euros. I gulped loudly.

'Put these on!' she said excitedly, in a tone that left no room for protest, as she handed me a pair of pink ruffled panties. It felt strange, and yet I was glad that my 'new pussy' was hidden for now. Next came a pink underbust corset. Julie let out a short laugh, as the corset cinched my waist and stomach flat, but left my man-boobs bulging over the top like little tits. Then came a knee-length pink skirt with a white apron and a pair of white knee-high stockings.

'There, now we can hide your tits for a bit,' she said, pulling a pink strapless ruffled top over part of the corset and up over my chest. Everything was pink, perfectly matched to my little chastity cage.

'Just the shoes left,' Julie said, handing me a pair of white ballet flats. I don't know how, but everything fit as if it were made for me.

'Tomorrow we'll start practicing with high heels, but these will have to do for today. Now for the final step: makeup!' she announced, guiding me to a chair in front of her. After fifteen minutes and the application of various cosmetics to my face, Julie stood up and led me to the mirror. 'Done,' she said, quickly adding, 'But don't think I'm doing this for you every day. You need to learn how to apply the makeup yourself. I'll show you how tomorrow.'

I couldn't believe my eyes. Was this supposed to be me? In the mirror, a vaguely familiar face in a pink dress stared back at me in bewilderment. I noticed that my outfit strongly resembled that of Julie, just in pink. That meant her tits were also only covered by this slightly shiftable piece of fabric. I imagined her perfect little breasts and immediately felt my cage becoming too tight again.

'Well, are you getting yourself turned on already?' she teased.

While I was still busy admiring myself from every angle, Julie had left the room to inform Madame Margarete. It was fascinating what a few small changes could achieve. I wasn't necessarily a beauty, but at least I was passable. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't even notice Julie and the housekeeper had returned to the room until the Madame spoke: 'Good work, Julie. The Master will be pleased with you.'

'Something is still missing,' she remarked, pulling out a pink leather collar with a sturdy metal ring attached to the center. 'This collar,' she said, as she fastened it around my neck, 'may only be removed during washing; otherwise, it is to be worn at all times.'

'Now come, I will announce you to the Master.' the housekeeper said.

Chapter 4.

Before a door, she signaled for us to wait and went in alone for a moment to speak with the Master.

Then she opened the door and sent us inside. Julie closed it behind us and remained standing there, wordless and with her head bowed. A spotlight was aimed at the center of the large room. The Master sat in the shadows, little more than a silhouette.

'Come into the light and let yourself be seen,' his voice called from the darkness. It felt as if my entire body was trembling. Unsure, I looked at Julie, but she didn't seem to see me. My head began to swim, and I almost believed I was losing consciousness. Nevertheless, I took one step after another until I stood fully in the light and the rest of the room vanished into complete darkness. At that moment, I wouldn't have noticed if there had been a hundred other spectators in the room.

'Very nice, very nice,' the voice said. 'Now lift the skirt. I want to see what is hiding underneath.' Hesitantly, I obeyed and presented my pink ruffled panties.

'Julie, help her with the panties,' he commanded. I felt Julie spring into action immediately, pulling my panties down until they landed on the floor. Now, the shadow began to move. The Master was standing directly in front of me in the light. Quickly, I cast my gaze downward. The feeling of being inspected by another man in this state was too humiliating. The Master leaned down to get a closer look at my pink chastity cage. I felt his hand turn it slightly in one direction and then the other, his fingers brushing against my balls. My heart was beating so hard I feared I would collapse right then and there. While his hand was still occupied with the labia of my cage-pussy, he straightened up.

'Julie, show me her tits,' he commanded, and she obediently pulled down my top as well. He grinned lustfully, his gaze drifting from my cage-pussy as he traced his fingers around me, occasionally grazing my skin. My body tensed. This feeling of a man's hand on my most sensitive parts... it felt wrong. I wanted to turn away and leave, but my body wouldn't move. All I felt was this tension and the touch of his fingers. He drew closer, so close that I could smell the tobacco smoke on his skin. He whispered softly into my ear, 'From today on, you are Cecile. Only Cecile.'

As if to emphasize the point, he pinched both of my nipples. The sensation was so intense that, without meaning to, I let out a loud moan.

The Master laughed with satisfaction and turned to the maid, 'Julie, get her dressed again and show Cecile what other tasks she has to fulfill in the house.'

Then he left the room, leaving us alone. I felt my top and panties being shifted back into position.

'You can let the skirt down now, Cecile,' Julie said teasingly. Without realizing it, I was still clutching it tightly in my hand. Only slowly did my body begin to relax again.

Cecile... I am Cecile now.

Chapter 5.

It turned out that we weren't the only household staff. Besides Julie and the muscular men I had already been introduced to, there was kitchen staff, gardeners, and a gatekeeper. There were also five housemaids, and then there was Julie and me, Cecile, the chambermaids.

We were all under the supervision of the housekeeper, Madame Margarete, but there were big differences between us. While most of the employees here went about their normal duties in the background, the two half-naked men and the chambermaids were more active in the foreground. The men mostly worked somewhere outside in the garden, around the house, or in the garage.

'We chambermaids greet the guests, serve the food, and clean in the high-traffic rooms, which are usually already completely clean. Most of the time, we are simply...' Julie had to laugh, '... decorative!'

'We provide company when requested and try to fulfill every wish of the Master. When he is out of the house, we actually have plenty of time to ourselves, because...' she giggled again, '... the housemaids do most of the work.'

It all felt so surreal. Why am I here? Why am I doing this? Me, a chambermaid? It's absurd.

But every single movement reminded me that it was so. Every time I felt the air on my bare legs, the constant pressure of the chastity cage whenever Julie accidentally brushed against me, or whenever I inhaled her scent. I was here; I was a chambermaid. It felt wrong, and yet, at the same time, I wanted to know where it was leading.

There were countless rooms in this house, with heavy carpets, furniture made of noble woods, and decorated with paintings and stucco. The house was like a museum. Every now and then, we encountered the housemaids, who tried their best to avoid us. They looked at us with a kind of contempt and shame. Julie didn't seem to care. She almost floated past them with her head held high, or would teasingly remark that 'this spot probably needs another wipe.' It was interesting to observe how Julie changed whenever the Master and Madame weren't around.

Behind the house lay a beautiful garden bordered by hedges. Here, we saw the muscular men in their tight shorts again.

'These are the Master's drones,' Julie commented. 'Hi, Drones!' she called out mockingly, waving with a laugh. The men simply continued working without even looking up. Embarrassed, I managed to force a smile. I felt my penis pressing against the chasity cage. We walked on.

The house, the surrounding grounds... it was all nearly overwhelming. One felt small in this private world, enclosed by a high wall.

Chapter 6.

'Time for dinner, Ceci. You look hungry.' Julie said.

Dinner was served in a side room off the kitchen. It was for all the employees, but here too, we sat at our own separate table, apart from the rest. As we sat down, I heard a soft 'clink' and felt my chastity cage settle onto the chair. Startled, I looked around, but no one except Julie seemed to notice. A shiver ran through my body.

'Relax, Ceci, in a few days you'll have gotten used to your pussy,' she said, louder than necessary, with a mischievous smirk on her lips. I managed a sheepish, awkward smile.

Dinner for the chambermaids was always early, so as not to interfere with the masters' dinner and evening routine.

After eating, we went back to our room. A new uniform was lying on my bed. Pink ruffles, white accents--everything exactly like the one I was currently wearing, only the skirt and the apron were shorter. It was Julie's uniform in pink. A box lay next to it.

'This is your new uniform. Madame had it provided. The matching shoes are over there,' she pointed to a pair of pink high heels, and I swallowed hard. 'Don't worry, starting tomorrow we'll train for them.'

'The box is for later, when we prepare for the evening,' she said. 'But for now, let's get ourselves freshened up first.'

She explained to me that a great deal of importance is placed on personal hygiene here. Especially in the mornings and after dinner, it's very thorough. For now, a quick refresh is enough. 'Put the new uniform on once you're done. We're going to look so cute together, Ceci,' she joked, 'Like sisters.'

'Haha, Julie and Sissy-Julie,' she giggled as we stood before the mirror. Her laughter was infectious and I laughed along, after all, she was right.

Chapter 7.

It was time. Julie reminded me once more of the rules she had explained to me in detail before:

'No speaking without being asked. Eyes down. Serve. Then position yourself by the door and wait.'

Together, we got the serving cart from the kitchen and wheeled it into the dining room. The table had already been set by the housemaids. Only a moment later, the Master and the housekeeper entered the room. They were deep in conversation and paid us no mind while we served the food and wine. After a while, Julie moved at a wave of the Master's hand. While she was still standing beside him to refill his cup, I saw his hand casually disappear under her skirt. Julie remained standing beside him, bottle in hand, letting him do as he pleased without a word.

'Oh, that reminds me, Madame Margarete,' he said gleefully, 'Cecile, come here and show us what you have under your little skirt!'

Silently, I stepped between him and the Madame and lifted my skirt. He cleared his throat, whereupon Julie hissed quietly at me, 'The panties!'

Without thinking twice, I panicked and leaned down, pulled off my pink ruffled panties, and lifted my skirt again.

'That's better.' he said. 'Madame Margarete, I would like to congratulate you on your excellent choice.' With those words, he stroked the open labia of my cage-pussy again. I bit my lip, slightly, imperceptibly. I felt blood flowing toward my clit again. I can't explain it, but despite my trembling knees and racing thoughts, too fast to identify a single one, I experienced a new form of arousal that I had never known before.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked for Julie, but she had already stepped back into her waiting position outside my field of vision.

'Thank you, I'm glad it is to your liking,' she said, setting her cutlery down on the plate. 'It is the smallest one we have in the house, but if you ask me, we should try something even smaller.' She grabbed my chastity cage and gave it a shake. Waves of sensation shot through my body. For a moment, I closed my eyes and gasped, the pressure in my cage increasing.

'You know, I always trust your judgment completely, Madame. Do whatever you think is right.'

'Very well, I'll have a new one procured tomorrow,' she said.

And so the dinner ended. They left the room, and Julie and I cleared the table and brought the serving cart back into the kitchen. We didn't speak to each other, but when I looked at Julie, I could tell she was fighting back a laugh.

Back in our room, Julie told me we had two hours to get ready for the evening. I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom. Normally, I was used to pissing standing up, but the cage forced me to sit. Urine dripped out through the small hole between the labia of my cage-pussy. I had to laugh, 'Apparently a strong stream is reserved for men.' Suddenly, the door opened and Madame Margarete was standing there. I was startled, and the blood rushed to my face.

'Get up! Get undressed! It's time for the cleaning! You too, Julie, let's go!' the housekeeper commanded.

Confused, I stood up. The last few drops of pee leaked out of my pussy and dripped on the floor. While I was still struggling with my corset, Julie had already completely undressed and was standing beside me, head bowed.

I paused for a moment and looked at her. Julies body was truly a work of art. Her red hair, the tips of which ended at the level of her small pink nipples, fell in wide waves over her shoulders. The flawless skin of her firm breasts--barely a handful. A flat stomach, and then suddenly around her slender waist: a tight, metal-plated leather belt. From behind, a narrow metal band ran between her firm butt cheeks and emerged, becoming significantly wider, between her legs. This metal band was fastened to the belt with a small but sturdy lock. So Julie was wearing a chastity belt too!

Meanwhile, my own became uncomfortably tight.

'What are you waiting for? Keep going!' Madame snapped, pulling me back into a reality where I was trapped in a constricting corset and had a dripping pussy. Finally, I had managed to get undressed and waited to see what would happen next.

'Julie,' the housekeeper said, pulling a small ring with two small keys from her pocket, 'get the enema ready. Cecile gets to go first today.'

I swallowed hard. Roughly, Madame Margarete took my chastity cage in her hand and opened the lock. Immediately, my cock tried to get hard, the image of Julie still in my head.

'That is no way for a lady to behave!' the housekeeper scolded, delivering several sharp blows to my cock and balls. I winced and groaned in pain. My cock quickly shriveled back until it was barely larger than a clitoris.

'That's better,' she said, 'and let that be a warning to you, Cecile.'

'Now wash your cage thoroughly, and your... little thingy as well. I'll be watching to make sure you don't get any stupid ideas.'

I obeyed, being painstakingly careful not to get an erection. I was terrified of getting hard. As soon as I was done, the Madame put the cage back on and the lock clicked. It surprised me, but I was relieved. Now no more accidents could happen.

Without me noticing, Julie had reappeared in the room and was waiting obediently. In her hand was the enema kit.

'Okay, Cecile! Turn around and lean over!' the housekeeper commanded, pulling on a rubber glove. I felt some gel being applied to my hole and something being inserted, after which my insides began to fill with liquid.

Once the internal cleaning was finished, I was sent under the shower, while Julie underwent the same procedure in the same room. I was grateful for my cage.

After Julie had also been completely cleaned and securely locked back up, Madame left our room.

'Don't forget to shave and use the cream,' Julie said. When I was finished, she sat me back in front of her and began applying the makeup. Only this time, it was different. We were both completely naked, apart from our chastity devices. Her breath, the scent of her skin, the sight of her breasts... I could feel the blood surging back into my cock, but there was hardly any room. The pressure was intense, but the frustration and the feeling of being unable to unfold were worse. I saw in Julie's eyes that she knew exactly what she was triggering in me, a faint smirk on her lips. But all she said was, 'Stay still, so I don't slip.'

When she was satisfied with her work, she stood up and looked at me expectantly. 'Go! Go on and get your gift. I want to know if you like what I've picked out for you,' she said in a cheeky, commanding tone.

I opened the box on my bed and looked inside. It was a delicate pink babydoll nightgown, semi-sheer with white ruffles on the top and bottom edges, as well as white ruffled straps. Above and below the breasts ran a white band that met in a large bow in the middle. I held it up, speechless for a moment.

'Go on, put it on, put it on!' she cried excitedly. I did as she asked, almost reaching for my old panties, but Julie immediately shook her head. 'In the evenings, we only wear the nightgown; that's plenty.'

Julie had already slipped into a similarly short, but opaque, black satin nightgown. She placed us side by side in the front of the mirror again.

'I think we're ready,' she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Chapter 8.

We left our room, positioned ourselves in the hallway, and waited in silence. A short while later, Madame Margarete fetched us and led us wordlessly to a room on the top floor of the house. She knocked briefly and gestured for us to enter. It was a large room with the usual thick carpets, paintings, and tall windows, but instead of old-fashioned furniture, this room was surprisingly modern. In the center of the room was a huge U-shaped sofa that could easily have fit fifteen people. Despite that, the room still had space for a table with padded chairs in one corner, and a comfortable armchair in another. In front of the sofa stood a small table with a few glasses, two bottles of champagne, and an ashtray with a cigar in it. The Master reclined on the sofa, watching a large television on the wall. He was wearing a luxurious dressing gown made of dark red velvet with black trim, fastened by a belt of the same material.

We entered the room and positioned ourselves beside the door. Madame sat in the armchair in the corner of the room and began reading a thick book. Without looking up, Julie reached for my hand and gave it a brief squeeze. Then, we waited.

'Julie, Cecile! Why don't you come sit with me?' The Master gestured to the seats beside him.

'Yes, Master,' Julie said without hesitation, sliding into place to his right. 'Yes... Master,' I repeated hesitantly and sat on his other side.

He put his arm around Julie and pulled her close. Here, she showed a new side to herself, snuggling up to him willingly. In this moment, she seemed more like a lover than a servant.

'Don't be so stiff, Cecile,' he said almost casually, 'just lay your head in my lap, it's much more comfortable this way.'

With a barely perceptible tilt of her head, Julie looked at me, a mixture of indifferent curiosity in her eyes.

Slowly, I accepted the invitation and lay sideways across his lap so that I could see the television. I smelled the tobacco smoke clinging to the velvet of his dressing gown. From below, I felt the bulge of his flaccid penis pressing against my cheek. He rested his arm on me, his hand on my hip. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Julie's hand inside the opening of his gown, her fingers absentmindedly playing with his white chest hair. We watched the movie together. Every time the screen went black for a second, I saw our reflection. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers stroking me gently.

When I opened my eyes again, the credits were rolling across the screen.

'I have something special here,' he said, reaching for the remote, 'to get us in the mood.'

In the next moment, a retro porn movie from the 70s started to play.

I heard a wet smacking sound above me and turned my head slightly. The Master was fondling Julie's neck with wet kisses. She moaned softly and guided his mouth to hers. Their tongues met, dancing wildly. I felt the bulge beneath my head slowly grow larger and harder. He opened the top of his gown wide, and Julie's fingers raced over his chest. She found his nipple, circling it, massaging it, pinching it gently. With every pinch, I felt his cock twitch beneath me, getting slightly bigger.

The Master pulled Julie's nightgown off and tossed it behind him on the floor. Now she was completely naked, except for the chastity belt. He kissed her nipples briefly and then leaned back demonstratively. Julie knew what to do; she leaned toward him, letting him taste her tongue once more before kissing her way down his neck to his nipples. She worked on them intensely, licking one while her fingers played with the other. He had now placed his hand on my backside, stroking my butt cheeks. Directly above me, I felt Julie's hard nipples brush across my face, while beneath me, the Master's cock continued to grow, and my own squeezed penis pressed with all its might against his cage.

The Master opened his legs slightly to sit more comfortably, moaning under Julies wild kisses. She opened the belt of his gown and gently guided my head up from his lap. Her eyes told me exactly what I was to do. I had never kissed a man before, and I hesitated. Suddenly, Julie kissed me passionately, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. A warm shiver surged through my entire body. Slowly, she guided my head back toward his chest. She gathered saliva in her mouth and let it slowly drip onto his nipple. Following her gaze, I opened my mouth and licked it. On my tongue, I felt her warm saliva on his skin. I could feel my clit beginning to get wet. I started to suck slowly, circling my tongue and biting gently. The Master groaned deeper, pressing his chest firmer against us. Julie sat up and kissed him wildly, her tongue deep in his mouth. His hand kneaded her butt cheeks firmly. She guided my hand to his other nipple so that I could work on both simultaneously, then she removed his belt, opened the gown, and freed his manhood.

He had well-groomed, gray pubic hair, and his cock was about 18-20cm long. Fully erect, it pressed against his stomach. His cock was at least twice as big as mine, I thought bashfully. A few thick veins ran along the shaft, and its plump head pushed through the foreskin. Julie reached for the sack and massaged his large balls. The Master opened his legs wider and slid deeper into his seat. This alone made his cock look even larger. Once again, the enormous pressure between my legs reminded me that I was no longer a man. I was a sissy named Cecile. I didn't have a cock anymore, I had a clit and it was getting wetter and wetter.

Julie let a large amount of saliva flow in a long stream from her mouth onto his cock and began to jerk him slowly. His hips moved slightly toward her, barely perceptible. He was enjoying her touch.

'Kiss me, Cecile. Give me your tongue,' he said, pulling me toward him with a firm movement, and before I realized what was happening, I felt his tongue penetrate and explore my mouth. My first instinct was to pull away and end the kiss, but his hand held me in position.

Suddenly, an intense feeling surged through my body and went straight to my clit. Julie had suddenly pinched my nipple, and I gasped. The Master let go of me briefly to see what was happening. Julie used the moment to pull off my babydoll nightgown as well. To do this, I had to sit up, which exposed my tits to the Master. He took the opportunity to suck on my nipple thoroughly. Julie's fingers played with the other one, and once again she gave me a wet, deep kiss.

My whole body trembled from the stimulation. Without realizing it, I began to rub my cage against the Master's body. I moaned softly, almost femininely.

With Julie's taste still on my tongue, she guided my mouth back to the Master's, who immediately covered me with wild kisses again. Julie's hand continued to massage his cock in slow movements, while her tongue played gently with my nipple. I writhed under her touch and was startled to notice that I began to return the Master's kisses, letting my tongue wander deep into his mouth. He tasted of alcohol and smoke... and Julie.

Noticing that my resistance had broken, he grabbed my backside again and massaged it firmly. His kisses alternated between my neck and my mouth, giving me a moment to catch my breath. I was so aroused that I was now acually seeking his kisses voluntarily, even though Julie had already turned away from my nipples. Sitting upright, she watched the spectacle with a satisfied look. Every now and then, I felt his hard cock brush against my arm, leaving droplets of pre-cum that dried cold against my skin.

His fingers dug deeper between my butt cheeks, searching for a specific target. Once they found my hole, I squeezed my cheeks tightly and recoiled.

'I believe,' he said amusedly, 'that we have a virgin on our hands! Is that right, Cecile?'

As a man, I wasn't a virgin, but as a sissy, I was, so I answered in a submissive voice, 'Yes, Master.'

He laughed and called Madame Margarete over.

'Look at this, we've brought a virgin into the house.'

The housekeeper stood up from her armchair and came toward us. 'Cecile! Off the sofa and onto all fours. Upper body down!' she commanded.

On all fours, my backside sticking out, I felt the Madame roughly push my cheeks apart and slide a finger inside.

'We're going to have a hard time with this. We'll have to prepare it first, otherwise, it'll be unusable,' she reported to the Master.

'I'll go get the materials so we can start right away,' she said and added, 'Julie, starting tomorrow, this will be part of her training and therefore your responsibility.'

'Yes, Madame,' said Julie, whose hand was still gliding slowly and rhythmically along the Master's thick penis.

The housekeeper left the room.

'But we're not going to let that spoil the fun,' the Master said, giving Julie a firm smack on the backside.

'I'm sure Cecile would like to know where else her mouth can be of service. Julie, help her learn.'

'With pleasure, Master,' Julie said, licking her lips and leaning toward me. Her fingers gripped the ring of my collar and gently pulled me between his legs, until his full balls and throbbing, hard cock were only a few centimeters from my face. I could smell his skin and felt his warm legs against my skin. I heard the blood rushing in my ears. My whole body felt hot. I couldn't form a single clear thought. His enormous cock was all I could see.

Julie lay down on her stomach on the sofa. She looked at me, smiled mischievously, and stretched her moist tongue far out, licking along the entire shaft in one go. I could see her spit glistening on his cock. Again, she reached for my collar and pulled me a bit closer. She stretched out her tongue again, her eyes instructing me to do the same. I stretched out my tongue, and she pulled me closer. I felt his moist, warm penis on my tongue.

Julie noticed my hesitation and gestured for me to lick along the shaft as well. I did. Upon reaching its head, I felt salty pre-cum on the tip of my tongue. I pulled my head back. Julie smiled, licked along his penis again, and pulled me right back in. We fell into an alternating rhythm. Every now and then, Julie lingered longer at the glans, kissing and licking it. Her hand tenderly guided mine to his balls, and we massaged them together.

The Master moaned and breathed deeply, one hand wandering back and forth over Julie's body.

The door opened and Madame Margarete entered the room again. She had a small box with her, which she placed on the table. I was the only one who turned my head toward the door. Julie immediately pulled me back. I started licking again.

The housekeeper's footsteps sounded behind me. I felt a cold liquid being spread between my butt cheeks and a finger being inserted into my hole. I let out a small sound, the Madame withdrew her finger again and slapped my rear with her flat palm. Silently, I squeezed my eyes shut. Julie took the Master's cock in her left hand and jerked him. She rested her head on his leg, pulled my face toward her, and gave me another moist, deep kiss. I felt her tongue and saliva in my mouth. I smelled her skin and her sweet breath. But I also tasted the salty sensation of the pre-cum she had licked from the Master's cock.

The hole of my cage-pussy was dripping. Suddenly, I felt an intense pressure as something was inserted into my ass. It was much thicker than just a finger. Again, my face contorted, but I could still feel Julie's tongue in my mouth. A bittersweet feeling. Suddenly, my hole contracted a bit and something clicked into position. But the pressure in my ass remained.

'Make sure that plug stays in until bedtime, Cecile!' the Madame commanded. Julie stroked my cheek once more and then turned her attention back to the Master's cock. Skillfully, she swallowed it deep, until her lips almost touched his balls.

The Master groaned loudly, 'Yes, Julie, just like that. Swallow my cock!' With short thrusts, he pushed his penis deeper into her throat. Julie coughed, and a stream of spit poured over his dick, dripping from his balls. Without hesitating, she continued sucking his cock.

The pressure in my ass was uncomfortable, yet the sight made my pussy overflow, juices dripping in thin threads onto the floor. His thick balls glistened, and I couldn't resist Julie's saliva. I began to lick and suck his sack like a dog. Julie pulled me higher, and both of us licked his shaft simultaneously from the bottom to the tip. Plenty of pre-cum flowed from his glans as our tongues played with it and met. We kissed, the thick head of his cock between our lips.

Suddenly, she pushed my head down gently but firmly, and his cock entered my mouth. Slowly, she guided my head up and down again, until she noticed that I had started continuing on my own. My mouth filled with his pre-cum. I swallowed it. My mouth, his cock, the taste of pre-cum was everywhere.

'Stand up,' the Master commanded, and Julie obediently stood before him. 'Madame Margarete, please come over for a moment with the key. We don't need that belt right now.'

The housekeeper retrieved the key from her dress pocket and came toward us. The thrilling prospect of being released from my cage made my clit pulse strongly, but the housekeeper walked past me, removed Julie's chastity belt, and returned to her armchair. My frustration was barely bearable. I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to be touched. By Julie, by the Master, by anyone. And once again, I felt a thick drop of pre-cum from his cock fill my mouth.

Julie was now completely naked, her legs slightly parted. She had a hairless pussy with small labia. I longed to touch her and penetrate her. The pressure against my cage couldn't be greater, and my whole body trembled with frustration.

The Master pulled Julie toward him, forcing me to step back. She positioned her moist pussy over his hard cock and stretched her small breasts toward him. Still on all fours, I had Julie's ass and his penis right before my eyes. He massaged her butt cheeks with both hands and sucked on her hard nipples.

'Go on, Cecile, put my cock in her!' the Master commanded. Carefully, I took his thick dick in my hand and guided it toward her pussy hole. I rubbed it back and forth between her dripping labia until it was in the right position. Julie lowered herself slowly and let his penis penetrate her. She moaned with pleasure and began to ride him slowly. His cock was completely enveloped by her pussy juice. My own pussy continued to leak, and my frustration grew. I was envious of his thick cock, which got to fuck this beautiful woman.

'Come on, lick her asshole,' the Master groaned. Julie leaned closer to him, and his hands pulled her butt cheeks apart. She continued to move rhythmically up and down. His cock stretched her tight, wet hole. I felt the plug in my ass. Both of us were now plumply filled. I could smell her horniness. Julie's ass, her pussy juice, the Master's balls and cock. I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent deeply. My heart raced. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick Julie's asshole. Hesitant at first, then more and more intense. Her taste made me wild. The Master fucked her faster and thrust his cock deep into her pussy. They both moaned loudly and Julie's back was beaded with sweat.

'Turn around, I want Cecile to have a good view of me fucking your ass,' he said to her, slightly out of breath.

Julie climbed off, her juices clinging to his cock. I was startled by the sudden urge to lick him thoroughly clean. I looked up at Julie. Her body glistened in the light, her hair disheveled and her cheeks flushed red. She climbed onto the sofa, her back to the Master. She dipped a finger deep into her pussy and then spread the juices over her asshole to lubricate it. Then she lowered her body toward his cock. His hands were on her waist.

Julie made a small movement with her head, gave me a knowing look and an exhausted smile. Just as before, I took his wet cock, jerked it briefly by reflex, and aimed the tip exactly at her asshole. Slowly, his thick penis sank deeper and deeper into her. Julie's face contorted, and she let out a loud gasp. Once she had completely taken his cock in her ass, she adjusted her legs for more comfort and began to ride him slowly. The Master met her movements with thrusts of his own hips. Julie breathed heavily. Her legs were wide apart, and her pussy moved up and down right before my eyes.

I could smell her fucked-open hole. She leaned forward and kissed me. Her hot breath on my skin. I felt the juice dripping from my trapped little cock. She pulled my head between her legs, leaned back again, and began to circle her hips. The Master's cock had disappeared up to the balls into her asshole. I licked his sack, it tasted salty from sweat. Her labia brushed against my nose, leaving traces of her juice. The Master started fucking Julie again, and she moaned loudly. He grabbed her tits and massaged them firmly, his fingers on her nipples. Every time he pinched them, she let out a short scream.

Before my eyes, I saw his cock thrusting deep into her hole over and over. It smelled like Julie's ass. I breathed the scent in deeply. My tongue wandered wildly, moving back and forth between his balls, the shaft of his cock, Julie's asshole, and her pussy.

Suddenly, the Master tossed Julie to the side. She was now lying on her back, having slid down the couch until she was almost completely lying flat. I quickly moved aside as he positioned himself between her legs again. Because of my sudden movement, the plug made its presence known, the stretching in my ass was intense. The Master placed her legs on his shoulders and drove his cock deep into Julie's pussy once more. She let out a short squeak. Her gaze searched for mine, her eyes almost glassy.

The Master grabbed my collar and pulled me toward her on the sofa. We kissed, her mouth half-open, moaning. Her fingers felt for me, playing absently with my nipple. I moaned, moving my hips in a desperate attempt to find some friction.

I watched as the Master's cock entered Julie with strong, repeated thrusts. I saw how her breasts bounced with every movement. With every deep moan, I inhaled her sweet breath. She pulled my head toward her tits, and I licked her nipples, sucking and caressing them. The Master's movements became faster and faster, and his breathing grew heavier. Suddenly, he let out a loud groan, his upper body arching, and with a few last hard thrusts, he came deep inside Julie. As he collapsed onto her, exhausted, she took his face in both hands and gave him a long, gentle kiss.

'Cecile, I noticed how you were ogling Julie's pussy, so I have a surprise for you,' the Master said, his breathing slowly returning to normal. My head was racing and my pussy-cage was dripping. I imagined that it was finally my turn to release my pressure.

Carefully, he pulled his long cock out of her pussy and squeezed the last few drops of his sperm onto her labia. 'Go on, Cecile, now you can show me what that tongue of yours can do. Clean it up!' he commanded, pointing to Julie's pussy.

Slowly, I climbed off the sofa and back to the floor and crawled between her legs.

Her hole was wide open. I saw white sperm slowly oozing out. Julie grabbed my collar and pressed my face firmly between her legs. I started licking, letting his thick seed drip onto my tongue. I wanted to be disgusted, but I felt warm waves washing through my body. I extended my tongue far and let it slide deep into Julie's hole. She moaned softly. I felt her pussy rubbing against me rhythmically. The mix of his sperm and her pussy juice intoxicated me.

The Master held his semi-erect cock in front of her face. Immediately, she licked it and his balls clean from all sides, and sucked out the last bit of sperm that remained inside. Afterward, she pulled my head up a bit so that I was looking at her. With her fingers, she opened my mouth and let a thick stream of spit and sperm drip into my mouth in a long string. I held it in my mouth for a moment, feeling the consistency, and then swallowed. She guided my head back to her pussy and leaned back.

'Do you want to cum?' the Master asked Julie.

'Yes, please, Master,' she answered, taking his hand.

'Go on, Cecile, lick!' he commanded.

I shifted my attention to her clitoris. I sucked on it lightly, licking and circling it. Julie's moans quickened, and she rested one of her legs on my shoulders. The Master sat beside her, watching. She was so wet, that her juices ran down my chin. Her breathing grew faster, her moans louder. I felt her legs begin to tremble. She pressed my face firmly against her pussy. Suddenly, she let out a sharp gasp. She arched her back, and I felt her pussy muscles twitch. A huge gush of her pussy juice shot into my mouth. She kept holding my head tight as the shaking slowly subsided and her breathing calmed down.

'Thank you, Master,' she said, exhausted.

'Now, one last drink for today,' the Master said, 'Julie, stand up.' She obeyed. He gave her a glass of champagne. 'Drink,' he said, and she downed it in one go. He took the empty glass back and held it between her legs, saying, 'Now fill it up again.' Julie spread her labia slightly and let her urine flow into the glass. The Master inspected the glass and took a large gulp.

'Cecile, you surely want some too,' he said with mock friendliness.

'Yes, please, Master,' I answered hesitantly.

'Let me just refill the glass for you quickly,' he said, stood up, pissed into the glass until it was filled to the brim, and handed it to me.

'Drink!' he commanded. I drank. It was salty and bitter. It made me cough.

The Master put his housecoat back on. 'Madame Margarete, please take care of the rest. I wish you a good night,' he said to the housekeeper with a smile.

'Thank you very much. I wish you a pleasant night's rest,' she replied. The Master left the room.

Julie gathered our nightgowns and the Madame led us back to our room naked. With every step, I felt the plug inside me. I squeezed my ass together, afraid of losing it. Once we arrived in our room, the housekeeper also opened my chastity cage and removed the plug. Then she sent us straight into the bath to wash up. The Madame watched me strictly, making sure my cock wouldn't harden. Her concern was unfounded; my cock remained flaccid while I thoroughly cleaned the pre-cum off.

When we were finished, the housekeeper put our chastity devices back on and left the room. Julie applied some night cream to her face, walked over to me, and smeared a thick dab of it on my nose with her finger.

'Good night, Ceci,' she said, flicking her finger against my chastity cage. She gave a short, mischievous laugh. 'Sweet dreams.' Then she lay down naked in her bed, took one last deep breath, and closed her eyes.

'Good night, Julie,' I said, putting my pink nightgown back on. I turned off the light and lay down in bed. I was tired, so very tired. There were so many impressions that my mind couldn't possibly process. I felt my hole slowly recovering from the stretching. I felt the tiny cage locking away my penis, but at the moment, it wasn't pressing. Still, the frustration remained deep inside me. The restlessness.

I thought about Julie. She confused me. She was unpredictable in her behavior. To the Master, she was a maid, a lover, and whatever else he wanted her to be. To me, she was a companion in suffering, a mentor, and a big sister - loving, yet cruel in her humor. I thought about her unlocked glass vault. All that money, only a few steps away.

Julie breathed softly and shifted in her bed. 'Julie,' I said quietly.

'Yes?' she replied, half-asleep.

'Why don't you just leave this place?' I asked. 'You have more than enough money for a nice life.'

'Where would I even go?' she murmured. 'This is where I belong. I belong to him.' Slowly, she sat up and got out of her bed. She walked over and lay down next to me, her head on my chest. 'It's nice that you're here, Ceci,' she said softly and gave me a kiss. 'I always wanted a sister.' I opened my mouth to speak, but I noticed she had already fallen asleep again. I lay awake for a long time, listening to her breathe, but I couldn't form a clear thought. Eventually, sleep overcame me.

Chapter 9

We were woken up by an old-fashioned bell above the room door, which could be operated from the outside via a pull mechanism.

'Good morning, Ceci,' Julie said. She sat up and stretched, causing the duvet to fall away from her breasts. Even though her hair was disheveled and she had just woken up, she looked beautiful. My cage prevented my little cock from stirring.

'Come on, you have to get up; the Madame will be here any second,' she said, fixing her hair in the mirror. Then she stood quietly by the bathroom door and waited. Tiredly, I followed her example and stood beside her. The scent of her skin rose into my nose.

We heard the door open and cast our eyes downward. The housekeeper entered the room and placed a few boxes on the table. As before, she freed us from our chastity devices and thoroughly supervised our internal and external cleaning.

Once I was finished, she presented me with my new chastity cage. Although 'cage' was the wrong word. The interior featured a small flat plate with tiny holes and a silicone tube connected to the largest of the holes. The exterior was once again an artistic decoration in the shape of a pussy.

With practiced hands and lubricant, she inserted the silicone catheter into my urethra, placed the ring behind my balls, and pressed the flat plate against the ring, fastening it in place. My cock was now completely hidden inside my body, and in its place was a pussy made of metal.

Madame Margarete gave Julie a few instructions and left the room again.

'Okay, my sweet,' Julie said, 'for a while, we'll use the mornings for your training.' First, she got a piece of paper and sat down. While she described the routine to me in detail once more, going over everything I had to do every day, sometimes multiple times, she made a perfect checklist for me. This included everything from cleaning, hair removal, creams, perfume, and makeup to the dress code.

A short while later, I was standing in my pink uniform with her in front of the mirror again. The first thing I had to learn was the makeup. Patiently, she explained the different cosmetics to me and showed me how to apply them.

'Give it a few days,' she laughed, 'and you'll be as good as I am.' She wiped away my clumsy attempts and corrected my look.

'Please get the top box from the table for me,' Julie said, standing next to my bed.

I obeyed, feeling the contents shift inside the box. She opened it and placed it on the bed. 'The Madame has instructed me to train you with this,' she said, presenting a medium-sized dildo to me, 'and after that, you'll have to wear a plug again until the next wash.'

'Let's get started so we can finally have breakfast.'

I stared at the dildo, unable to move. Gently, she turned me around and pulled off my panties. She positioned me on all fours on the bed and pressed my upper body down slightly, so that my ass was stretched wide and open before her.

She applied lube to my hole and rubbed it in tenderly. Then, she slowly inserted one, then two fingers into my ass, moving them rhythmically in and out. I felt her fingers churning inside me. My cock wanted to get hard, but in its place was only a pussy.

A moment later, Julie reached for the dildo. She leaned forward toward my face and held it out to me. 'Give it a kiss,' she said mischievously, 'maybe then it'll be nice to you.'

I gave it a fleeting kiss. Julie laughed and kissed my cheek. She applied plenty of lubricant to the dildo and rubbed its tip against my hole. Carefully, she let it slide into my ass. With every movement, she penetrated deeper into me. I moaned softly.

Her free hand was pulling down my top and grabbing my nipples. Her fingers played with one, then the other. My breathing grew heavier and I noticed pre-cum dripping from my penis-pussy. It felt as if the dildo was pushing it out with every thrust.

Julie's fingers on my nipples sent warm waves through my body. I felt my pussy vibrating internally. The dildo felt more and more natural, more and more right. I pushed my ass toward her as far as it would go.

'Well now,' she laughed, 'don't get greedy.'

She removed the dildo and took the butt plug from the box. She stroked my hole lovingly once more with her fingers and then pressed the plug in until it clicked into place. I let out a gasp. The plug was thicker and the pressure was greater than with the dildo. Julie kissed my butt cheek and gave it a light smack, then she pulled my panties back up.

'Come on, let's go! Breakfast!' she said cheerfully.

'Yes, Julie,' I sighed, standing up from the bed and straightening my clothes, my nipples still hard with arousal.

We had breakfast alone in the staff room. The constant pressure of the plug was now ever-present. While we ate, Julie briefed me on the other constants in our daily routine. Aside from the morning assembly with Madame Margarete, the mornings were mostly left to our own devices.

From noon until early evening was mainly spent waiting for instructions and cleaning representatively. After the masters' dinner, there is another wash. The evening is usually spent in the television room. After that, wash again and sleep. That's the general routine, but things can change at any time.

'Everything happens according to the Master's will,' Julie said. 'But now we have to continue with your training. I'm sure you noticed the cute high heels next to your bed last night,' she said encouragingly and stood up.

Once we arrived back in our room, I took a closer look at the shoes. They were a pair of pink high heels with thin straps and a slender heel about 10cm high. Julie was right; they were absolutely super cute. I almost recoiled at the thought, because I realized with a shock that I desperately wanted to wear them.

I put them on and immediately tipped backward onto the bed. I couldn't have walked a single step in them. Julie laughed out loud, burying her face in a pillow so she wouldn't be heard outside.

'Oh, Ceci, my sweetheart,' she said, slightly out of breath, 'those shoes are just your incentive. If you practice diligently, you'll be able to wear them in a few months. We'll start smaller.'

She went to the table where the housekeeper had left several boxes this morning. She came back with beautiful pumps--pink, of course. They looked just like the other shoes, except the heel was only half as high and significantly wider.

We actually had a lot of fun practicing and laughed a lot. For a short while, I could have almost forgotten where I was, if not for the plug in my ass and the flat chastity cage connecting me via a catheter to the piss-hole of a metallic pussy.

After an hour, I could at least move from one side of the room to the other, although it didn't look sexy yet. Still, Julie insisted that we walk through the house once so that I could get used to different surfaces, door sills, and stairs. Besides, she was enjoying herself way too much to stop.

Contrary to my fears, she led me exclusively through the remote parts of the estate, where we didn't encounter a single soul. It was more exhausting than expected, and by the time we were back in our room, I was glad to be able to slip back into my flat ballerinas.

For the rest of the day, we went through the rooms with feather dusters, attended to the Master's guests, served tea and food, and did everything a proper maid is expected to do.

After we'd had our own dinner, we freshened up to serve the masters. Things in this house followed a certain protocol, which is why we set off for the dining room with the serving cart just as we had the day before, waited with heads bowed, and served the masters after they entered. It was like a ritual.

And once again, the Master summoned me before him and commanded that I remove my panties and lift my skirt.

'Oh, I see what you meant,' he said to the housekeeper, looking at my new, flat chastity cage, 'the last one really was too big, but this one fits perfectly. Don't you think so, Cecile?'

I couldn't explain it, but the way he looked at my flat chasity cage and talked about me turned me on. Imperceptibly, my tiny cock, pressed deep into my body, twitched. No, I corrected myself: it's a clit.

'Yes, Master,' I said softly with my head bowed.

'Very good!' he exclaimed, and then, 'But we still have something else to examine. Julie, bring me that pot over there,' he said, pointing to a vessel he had placed on the serving cart upon entering.

'Cecile, bend forward over the table,' he commanded, and I obeyed. His hands spread my butt cheeks and he inspected the plug that had been stretching my hole for hours.

'Cecile, keep your cheeks spread,' he said. Since I could no longer support myself, my head was resting directly on the table. The Master removed my plug. A sharp pain shot through my hole, but the constant pressure was gone. I felt his fingers probing my hole, stretching it further.

Then he opened the pot and fished out a thick, short sausage, which he pushed directly deep into my dilated anus. He gave a few experimental thrusts, and then he was satisfied.

'Good job,' he praised Julie, 'Continue your training.'

A fleeting smile flashed across her face. 'Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.'

He removed the sausage and said theatrically, 'It would be a waste to throw food away.' With those words, he pushed the sausage into my mouth and left the room together with Madame Margarete.

I wanted to straighten up, but Julie stopped me. 'Wait, Ceci! You forgot something,' she said, and gently inserted the plug back into me. I blinked for a moment, then pulled myself up, the sausage still in my mouth.

Julie looked at me thoughtfully and then glanced around. With glowing eyes, she reached for the sausage and turned around. A moment later, she took a bite of it and, giggling, stuffed the rest of the sausage back into my mouth. She had smeared it with ketchup and mustard.

'Eat up,' she teased, giving my butt a slap. I let out a short, stunned laugh and ate. Despite everything, I could still taste myself on it.

We cleared the table and took the serving cart back.

Chapter 10.

Later, in our room, the ritual resumed. Madame Margarete came in, we washed up under her stern gaze, and got ourselves ready for the evening. That's when I noticed that the amount of money in my vault had doubled.

Once again, we were led into the Master's TV room. He placed us beside him, and Julie snuggled up against him. The Master was wearing his red dressing gown and smelled of smoke. It didn't take long before he placed Julie's hand in his crotch. She absentmindedly massaged his cock through the velvet of his robe. I could see him slowly getting hard. Julie pulled out his penis and slowly jerked him off. I watched as the foreskin slid over the thick head and then released it again.

The sight of his massive cock made my clit throb. My hand was reaching for his balls and began to massage them gently. I felt their weight in my hand and Julie's rhythmic movements. The Master slid down in his seat a bit and moaned softly. Pre-cum slowly spread over his cock, making it glisten. I bit my lip.

Julie noticed my deep longing and smiled with satisfaction. Lovingly, she reached for my collar and pulled my face closer. 'Come on, Ceci,' she whispered encouragingly, 'you can hardly hold yourself back anyway.'

She gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and let go of his cock. She turned back to him and began to play with his nipples, licking them. I felt his hard penis twitch, and more pre-cum flowed from its tip.

I opened my mouth and hesitantly wrapped my lips around his shaft. My tongue touched the tip and slowly began to play with it. His taste filled my head. I felt a wave of heat surge through my body. I wanted more of it.

The Master breathed deeply, resting his hand on my ass. His fingers caressed my backside, sliding between my cheeks to play with the plug that filled me deep inside. My clit grew wet.

I started sucking his cock, one hand still on his balls. Deep down, I felt a sense of shame whenever I became aware that I had another man's penis in my mouth, his pre-cum on my tongue. But that feeling was overridden by a far stronger sensation - a warmth and vibration surging through my entire body, starting from my pussy.

I felt Julie's hand on my head, gently guiding my movements. This gave her control not only over the pace, but also the depth to which his cock could penetrate me. I felt his penis rubbing against my throat, and my saliva was flowing like crazy.

The Master's moaning grew louder, and I could feel him thrusting into my movements, fucking my mouth. Julie kissed him, and his pelvic muscles tightened more and more. His fingers moved my plug in tiny increments. The hand on my head noticeably increased the speed. The moaning became more frequent and violent, muffled only by Julie's kisses.

Suddenly, the Master let out a loud gasp, and his muscles spasmed violently. The hand that had just been setting the pace now held my head down. The cock in my mouth twitched violently, and hot semen shot into my mouth. I felt its viscous consistency, its salty taste. There was so many of it, I felt like I was drowning in the Master's juices.

Slowly, his muscles relaxed, and Julie's grip loosened, guiding me into a slow, gentle tempo until she finally let go of me. I sat up, my mouth full of sperm.

Julie smiled at me with satisfaction. She leaned in and kissed me deeply. We exchanged his cum in our mouths several times. The Master watched us. In the end, most of it ended up back in my mouth.

Julie swallowed demonstratively, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue, then looked at me expectantly. I followed her lead. I felt dirty and used, but that exact feeling made my pussy overflow. I wanted more of it.

Julie ran her finger across my chin, where traces of sperm still clung. She cheekily licked it clean.

And so, the routine began again. The Master left, Madame Margarete took us to our rooms to wash up, and then we went to bed.

Once again, I had trouble falling asleep. The pulsing between my thighs kept me awake. The pulsing, and the thought of the Master's thick cock, whose cum I could still taste on my tongue. I rubbed my pussy against the mattress, moaning softly.

A muffled giggle came from Julie's direction.

We fell asleep.

Chapter 11

The following days blurred together. As Julie had explained to me, a steady routine governed the estate. The only variable was the Master, who could break that routine whenever he felt like it.

We always spent the first half of the day on my training. There were no new surprises waiting for me. Instead, Julie patiently focused on instructing me. Slowly, my makeup skills improved, as did my ability to walk in higher heels. Julie celebrated every one of my successes and gave me loving attention, but she also found immense mischievous pleasure in my missteps and teased me mercilessly.

In the afternoons, we performed our duties as decorative maids. While we were certainly decorative in our short and provocative uniforms, we were simultaneously invisible.

One evening, the Master hosted a small party and invited friends with their partners, as well as old business associates. For this event, we had received special new uniforms made of tight-fitting patent leather, with skirts so short that our chastity devices were exposed with every careless movement. As we served the drinks, I was sure I could feel their eyes upon me, and I felt deeply humiliated. But when I looked around, I realized that no one was actually paying us any mind.

Though their reasons differed, both the other staff and the guests of the house largely ignored us.

The dinner of the masters, and even the subsequent evening program, followed a set pattern. I grew accustomed to the judging looks and the Master's humiliations in the dining room, just as Julie had grown accustomed to the hand beneath her skirt.

The evening entertainment regularly freed Julie from her chastity belt, giving the Master the opportunity to use her as he pleased. She also was frequently allowed to reach orgasm under the Master's gaze. I, however, always remained locked.

In her gentle way, Julie integrated me into their act where I stimulated the Master with my mouth and hands. Even here, it was as if she were instructing me and rewarding me when I did something well. Every new humiliation and every drop of the Master's cum sent warm shivers through my body. It didn't take long before I began to long for it, just as I longed for Julie's scent and saliva.

Over time, it became easier for me to fall asleep, though my constantly pulsing clit often kept me awake.

On some nights, Julie would lie down beside me. At first, I still asked her many questions, but the more I asked, the more I realized that she didn't understand them at all. She was part of this household, of this reality. She didn't perceive it as a choice that could be questioned.

Instead, she lovingly explained to me how this world worked, what I had to pay attention to, and what was expected of me. Then, she would fall asleep, curled up tightly against me.

Chapter 12.

About two weeks later, the Master was expecting a guest who, for me, was special. We were in the middle of our afternoon routine when the doorbell rang. We were informed that today the Master was expecting the son of a former business partner, a young man trying to make a name for himself in the business world.

He was about twenty-two years old, with short, neatly combed hair parted sharply to one side. His build was average at best, but his perfectly tailored suit fit him like a glove, and his patent leather shoes were flawlessly polished. With my head bowed, I opened the door and led him into the reception room while Julie notified the Master.

The Master entered and sat down with his guest. We served refreshments and then positioned ourselves silently in the background to wait. After a few minutes, the Master's phone rang. He glanced briefly at the display.

'My apologies, but I must step into my study for an important call,' he excused himself.

'Cecile! Entertain our guest until I return,' he commanded me. Then, addressing the young man, he added, 'She has made great progress over the last few weeks. I'm sure you'll be satisfied.' Then he left the room.

I didn't know what to do and looked pleadingly at Julie. Her face told me exactly what was expected of me.

Without a word, I knelt on the floor before our guest and began massaging his crotch. As I felt his cock harden, I opened his trousers and pulled them down, along with his underwear. A tiny, hard penis, already showing the first traces of pre-cum, sprang out at me.

He was roughly the same size as the cock I had when I was a man. I began to lick and massage his small balls while slowly jerking him off. The young man grabbed the ring of my collar and guided my mouth to his cock, his pre-cum leaving damp spots on my lips. He firmly pressed my head down and penetrated my mouth. As my lips touched his balls, I knew I had taken his entire tiny cock. I could feel the dripping tip of his penis against the back of my throat.

I pulled back up. My tongue played with its tip, licking away the leaking semen. With one hand, I undid a few buttons of his shirt and felt for his nipples. At the touch, he let out a loud moan, and even more pre-cum dripped from his dick.

I wrapped my lips around the head and moved slowly along the entire shaft and back again. Whenever I paused briefly to swallow saliva and pre-cum or to lick his balls, I saw Julie. She watched as I was submissive to this young man with his tiny cock. The humiliation sent blood rushing to my head, but it also made my clit wet.

He gripped my head with both hands and began to fuck my mouth. Faster and harder. He moaned loudly and pushed my head down as far as it would go. He came very quickly and violently. I felt his balls against my chin as his cum sprayed directly down my throat. I tried to cough. It took a moment before he finally let go of me.

I swallowed his salty semen and licked his cock clean.

Julie walked over to me quietly and handed me some tissues to dry the guest. Just as I was buttoning up his shirt, the Master re-entered the room.

'Oh, I see I've come back at just the right moment,' he said gleefully. 'Cecile, bring our guest something to drink so he can recover.'

'Yes, Master,' I replied, smelling the cum on my breath. I went to fetch the refreshments.

For the rest of the day, the memory of that small cock and the casual ease with which he used me lingered.

I am Cecile. My purpose is to serve.

Chapter 13.

The evening began without further surprises. We sat in our nightgowns beside the Master in the TV room. Julie had just started rubbing the Master's flaccid cock through the fabric of his robe.

'A magnificent idea occurred to me,' the Master suddenly announced. 'Tonight, Cecile will be the star of the evening. That is how we shall find out if Julie has trained you well.'

Immediately, Julie lifted her head with excitement and sat up slightly. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she looked at me curiously. With a smile, she bit her lip. The Master snapped his fingers, and the Housekeeper opened the door.

In walked the Drones. Both men were tall, their bodies massive and nearly perfect down to the smallest detail. Every muscle group was clearly defined under their skin: hard, sculpted abs, broad shoulders, and arms with thick, protruding veins. They had angular faces and short, cropped hair. They looked so similar they could have been brothers. Their eyes were empty. That was likely why Julie called them 'The Drones.' As always, they wore nothing except tight shorts, under which a massive bulge was clearly visible.

'Why don't you three sit over there,' the Master said, pointing to a distant section of the sofa that provided a perfect view from his position.

The men sat back with their legs spread wide. I took my place between them, feeling vulnerable. As I sat down, I felt the pressure of the plug in my ass.

'Well, get on with it, we're waiting,' the Master said impatiently. Julie stared at me, captivated, while her hand slowly moved beneath the folds of his robe.

I looked nervously at the men. Their faces showed no emotion. Everyone was waiting for me.

Slowly, I placed my hands on the thick bulges of their shorts on either side of me and began to massage them. I could feel the blood rushing into them, making them gradually firmer. Julie was nearly bursting with excitement. Her gaze demanded more. She opened the Master's robe, pulled out his hard cock, and began to jerk him off slowly, her eyes never leaving me.

I slid off the sofa and knelt on the floor before them. Both men stood up, and I pulled off their shorts. Their smooth-shaven, massive penises stretched out toward me. I gripped them and began to jerk them off. I felt their smooth skin, crisscrossed with thick veins like the relief of a marble column. Their testicles were heavy and plump. Just as their penises pulsed in my hands, my clit pulsed in response.

I kissed and licked their cocks, alternating between them. While I pleasured one with my mouth, I jerked off the other. The feeling of a hard cock, the taste of cum, and even the Master's humiliations had slowly become familiar to me. I grew used to Julie being present in every one of these moments, as well as her teasing and her cruel sense of humor. I couldn't explain it, but all of these things made my pussy leak.

I felt a hand on my head, guiding me. A plump cock slowly sliding into my mouth leaving a slightly salty taste on my tongue. The other man's balls bounced against my arm while I massaged his stiff penis. I imagined those two magnificent cocks spraying their delicious cum across my face and into my mouth. A warm shiver ran through me at that thought.

'Alright, let's move to the next item on the agenda,' the Master said. That was the signal for the housekeeper to remove Julie's chastity belt. Once freed, Julie snuggled back against the Master and continued licking his cock, though now the Master played with her pussy between her wide-spread legs. They both continued to watch me with interest.

But also the Drones knew what the agenda called for now. They stripped off my nightgown and pushed me down onto all fours. One of them shoved his thick cock back into my mouth. Fingers felt for my plug and pulled it out of my ass. I felt my body begin to tremble and my thoughts race wildly.

At the edge of my vision, I saw Julie pause for a moment, her eyes wide and her breath catching in her throat. Then I felt a sharp flash of pain, followed by an intense feeling of pressure in my ass. The cock in my hole moved rhythmically with long, slow thrusts. I let out a muffled moan. Saliva ran down my chin, and my pussy dripped with every thrust into my ass.

Now I could hear Julie moaning too, and I saw that she was riding the Master's cock. He seemed satisfied with the show we were putting on.

The men swapped positions. A new cock stretched my asshole. This one fucked me more powerfully and deeper. It was a sensation somewhere between pain and pleasure. I felt humiliated--not by the men using me, but by the warm feeling that surged through my body in waves. Humiliated by the very thought of my pulsing, dripping pussy.

I moaned loudly with every thrust. Julie pushed the man in front of me slightly to the side. She positioned herself directly before me on all fours and pushed her ass out toward the Master. She smiled at me, then squinted her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and took in a sharp breath. Soon she began to moan, her face a mask of pure lust. I felt her breath against me and could smell the sweat on her skin. The thick cock in my ass sent my entire body vibrating. Julie pinched my nipple, and I felt juices dripping from my pussy. Between moans, we kissed, our wet tongues playing wildly together, her breath filling my mouth.

A short while later, the men swapped again. This time, I was thrown onto my back. One of the men draped my legs over his shoulders and shoved his cock into my gaping hole. With every thrust of his hips, my chastity cage slammed against his abs, leaving behind small droplets of my juices. The other man took my hand and placed it on his cock so that I could jerk him off.

Above me was Julie's lust-filled face, swinging back and forth. I watched her small breasts jiggle with every thrust. She moaned loudly and looked at me. With her fingers, she gently opened my mouth and let a large surge of her saliva flow into it. She smiled and lowered her upper body, bringing her head right next to mine. Both of her hands reached for my nipples and played with them.

My pussy was overflowing. I felt the hard cock stretching my hole, the pulsing flesh in my hand, Julie's fingers on my nipples, and the sweet taste of her saliva in my mouth. My body pulsed with warmth. I wanted more. My free hand stroked the chest of the man who was fucking me. With one finger, I traced his muscles, feeling the sweat on his skin and playing with his hard nipples. I noticed his movements becoming faster, and with one last firm thrust, he sprayed his semen deep inside me.

He pulled his dripping cock out of my hole, and the other man took his place.

Julie looked at me with glazed, satisfied eyes. Once again, I felt the pressure in my hole and balls slapping against my ass with every thrust.

Suddenly, the wet cock of the first man appeared before my face. A long string of semen was still dripping from his head. He slid his softening penis into my mouth. I sucked the last bit of juice from his balls and licked it clean.

A short while later, the second man also pulled his cock out of my hole and ejaculated in large spurts onto my stomach. He made me lick his penis clean as well.

Julie straightened herself up. The Master's hands firmly massaged her breasts, and her face bobbed above me as she moaned. Her sweat dripped down onto me. With her fingers, she gathered the cum from my skin and then put it in my mouth for me to lick.

Her moaning became more intense as the Master fucked her harder, until he suddenly and violently came inside her.

The Master glanced at her, and Julie said to me, 'Open your mouth, sweetie.'

She stood up, crouched over my face, and said, 'Don't be so shy, Ceci.' I extended my tongue and licked her wide-open pussy. Slowly, the Master's semen, mixed with Julie's own juices, dripped into my mouth. My tongue worked deep inside her pussy, trying to suck out every last bit of cum. Julie moaned and my clit was pulsing violently.

I thought about how, on this single day, I had first been used by that young man with his tiny cock, then by the muscular Drones with their perfect bodies, and finally, I had swallowed the Master's cum. My pussy was overflowing with humiliation and lust.

A spasm of Julie's muscles snapped me out of my thoughts. She let out a loud moan and collapsed onto my face. Happy and breathless, she looked down at me and stroked my hair. Her entire body glistened with sweat.

She shifted her weight slightly higher, and I felt the warm stream of her pee hit my face. I opened my mouth, and she pissed right into it. Every now and then I swallowed, feeling my stomach fill.

When she was finished, she sat down beside me, stroked my cheek, and kissed me tenderly.

At a nod from the Master, the Drones left the room without a word. He himself said a brief goodbye to Madame Margarete and departed as well. The housekeeper led us back to our room and saw us through the rest of our nightly routine.

Chapter 14.

Another week passed. Now, not only my mouth but my ass was being demanded daily. After my experience with the Drones, Julie also adjusted my anal training.

'The dildo is far too small now, compared to what you've already had inside you, you cute little slut,' she teased. Instead of the dildo, she now used only her hand to stretch me. She inserted one finger after another, until her entire fist had disappeared into my asshole.

I moaned loudly, and to Julie's amusement, huge amounts of pre-cum dripped from my pussy. The stretching was slightly painful, but I craved her deep touch. My clit pulsed with every thrust of her fist. Every now and then, she reached for my nipples, rubbing and pinching them. She knew exactly how to make me horny and compliant.

She applied more lube. Her goal was to be able to fit both of her hands into my ass at the same time. I felt her fingers trying to push past her wrist and further into my hole. She swore jokingly because it wasn't stretching enough yet. As if to punish me for it, she fucked my ass with her fist as fast as she could.

The feeling was indescribably intense. She laughed, completely out of breath, as she pulled her hand out of my hole.

Since the Master had business elsewhere, the day passed without anything particular happening. We strolled through the house, did some cleaning, ate, and waited for evening to arrive.

As the housekeeper came to our room, she gave me a pink lacquer corset with breast cut-outs, similar to the one I wore under my top as part of my uniform. The Master decided that I should wear it this evening.

This time, Madame Margarete led us into a different room, though it wasn't very different from the television room. It just lacked the screen and the table in the middle of the seating area. Otherwise, it was very similar.

As we entered, the Master, dressed in dark trousers and a high-quality cashmere sweater, was already there waiting with a few guests. But no, it wasn't a few guests--just one.

She was in her early fifties with long dark hair streaked with occasional grey strands, wearing a long black dress that hugged her slender frame, featuring wide slits up the sides. Beside her, a woman sat on the floor, cuddling up to her legs like a beloved pet. She looked to be around Julie's age with long, loose dark hair, wearing nothing but a black bra and thong. Next to her sat a sissy in his forties, wearing a blonde wig, a purple lacquer corset similar to mine, and a chastity cage around his penis. Both wore collars with leashes attached, the ends of which were held by their Mistress.

'Ah, we can finally begin,' the Master said happily. 'Julie, come to me. And Cecile... sit there,' he commanded, pointing to the area in the center of the room.

Surrounded by the sofas, it felt like the center of an arena. I sat down and waited in silence. Julie sat beside him with her usual familiarity.

'Cecile, I have a special surprise for you today,' he said with a broad grin. 'My good friend has brought you a special little playmate. Her name is Lily.'

The Mistress released the leash from the sissy's collar and, with a wave of her hand, commanded Lily to take a seat beside me. We sat there, side by side, in our ruffled and plush nightgowns. Her perfume was oppressively sweet, smelling of artificial flowers.

'This looks good. You're pretty together,' the Master said. 'But, Cecile,... Lily, this is no way to greet one another. Why don't you kiss?'

This sounded more like a command than a question. We looked at each other and shared a brief, hesitant kiss.

'No! Not like that!' the Mistress shouted. 'Go on, show them!'

She tugged on the leash, and the young woman at her feet stood up. The Master also gave Julie a smack on the ass. With a hungry glint in her eyes, Julie licked her lips and rose. Without hesitation, the two of them moved toward each other and shared a long, passionate kiss. The wet smacking of their tongues was clearly audible, their bodies pressed tight against one another.

'Enough, enough,' the Master said, and the two broke their embrace and returned to their places.

My head grew hot, and I felt a surge of shame at the thought of kissing Lily like that. I was used to cocks in my mouth and the taste of semen--the raw intensity of it. But the idea of this soft, sensual encounter made me nervous. I looked at Lily, but I couldn't read her eyes. Slowly, we leaned toward each other until our lips touched. We kissed slowly, gradually opening our mouths wider, our tongues beginning to explore.

The shame and humiliation made my clit pulse. I felt her hands on my body and realized mine were doing the same. Our kisses grew wilder. My body vibrated with lust, and my pussy became wet.

'Okay, that's enough for now,' the Master interrupted, sounding satisfied.

'We've thought of something special for you today. A reward, so to speak. Stand up,' he commanded, giving Madame Margarete a hand signal.

She handcuffed our hands behind our backs. Then, she removed our chastity cages. Suddenly, I felt truly naked. Since I had lived in this house, my cage had only been removed briefly during washing times. I felt the gazes on my body, on my clit, which was slowly emerging from within. The Mistress laughed and whispered something to the Master, who nodded in agreement. Blood rushed to my head. I looked down at Lily and saw that she was hiding a normal-sized penis in her cage.

'Very good. Now, your playdate can begin,' the Master said, clapping his hands. 'Who knows when you'll have the opportunity again. So enjoy each others company.'

Julie looked at me with excitement. She seemed genuinely happy for me. With an almost imperceptible nod of her head, she urged me to get started and take the chance.

My last orgasm had been over three weeks ago, as had my last full erection. Any little slip-up during washing was promptly punished by the housekeeper, and so I had learned to control my body to avoid her wrath. Even now, my cock was tiny and flaccid. It remained a clit. Lily's penis didn't stir either.

For weeks, lust and frustration had built up inside me, and now was the opportunity to let it out. We turned toward each other and began to kiss again. It was more awkward than before. As we did, we rubbed our breasts together, which bulged strongly through the tight corsets, but they were too soft for any real stimulation. I didn't know what to do. If I wanted relief, Lily would have to help me, and I would have to help her.

I leaned in and licked her nipple, gently rubbing it between my teeth. I heard Lily moan softly. Her cock twitched, but it was a futile attempt. She pressed her breast into my face, first one nipple, then the other. I could feel her knees growing weak. Pre-cum began to drip from her flaccid cock.

I pulled away from her. After she regained her composure, she understood how this had to go. I felt her wet tongue on my breasts, licking and playing with my nipples. The cold touch of the air made my nipples harden. I felt the blood flowing to my pussy. No, right now it was a small, flaccid cock again, and pre-cum was slowly gathering at the tip.

I saw that the others were also slowly turning to their own activities, though they never took their eyes off us. Julie had stripped the Master of his shirt and was covering his neck and chest with kisses, while her hand massaged his crotch. Meanwhile, the Mistress allowed herself to be caressed by the young black-haired woman.

Lily's cock was still flaccid. We had to help our dicks remember how to wake up. Awkwardly, I knelt before her, taking her penis into my mouth and beginning to suck. I felt it slowly fill and finally harden. Lily moaned with pleasure and began to thrust her hips. Her hard cock triggered my gag reflex, and I started to cough. With my hands cuffed behind my back, it was a struggle just to keep my balance and coordinate my movements. Saliva and pre-cum dripped from my chin and her balls.

The Mistress began to moan, massaging her large breasts, her legs spread wide. The young woman sat between them, her tongue buried deep in the Mistress's pussy. Julie, too, was in the middle of pushing the Master's thick cock into her asshole, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She relaxed quickly, however, and began to ride the Master.

Lily was enjoying my mouth far too much to think about reciprocating. My clit pulsed so strongly that I could think of only one way to get some relief from her hard shaft.

I turned around and presented my ass to her. Since I couldn't support myself, I ended up lying face down on the floor. Lily let saliva drip onto my hole. I felt it trickling down between my crack and over my balls. Then she tried to hit my hole with her cock. It took a few clumsy attempts. In the background, I could hear muffled laughter amidst the moaning.

Finally, I felt Lily's penis penetrate me. I noticed that with every thrust, blood was being pumped into my own cock. I breathed deeply. The harder she slammed into me, the more the blood pumped. Suddenly, my small cock was rock hard, and pre-cum dripped down in long strings. Her dick hit all the right spots in my ass that sent warmth surging through my entire body, making me tremble.

A pulsing sensation grew stronger and stronger in my cock until it finally became overwhelming.

Seconds later, my semen sprayed onto the floor in thick bursts. I let out a loud moan.

From my position I couldn't see it, but I'm sure Julie had a grin on her face as she watched Lily fuck me to an orgasm.

I was exhausted and needed a moment before I realized that Lily was also climaxing inside my ass. Her pace quickened, and her breathing grew heavy. Then I felt her cum pouring into me. Her movements slowed. Finally, she pulled her cock out. I felt warm semen trickle out of my gaping hole and run down my balls.

With great effort, I managed to pull myself back into a sitting position.

The Others no longer paid any attention to us. The Master was lying on top of Julie, fucking her pussy, while the Mistress was being fingered and having her asshole licked by her servant. Suddenly, the Mistress's muscles spasmed violently, and with a loud moan, a great surge of juice sprayed from her pussy. Satisfied, she readjusted her dress. The young woman licked her fingers clean and took her place once again at the Mistress's feet.

The Master was also about to cum. He pulled his cock out of Julie's pussy and held it in front of her face. She opened her mouth wide and jerked him off until he sprayed his sperm all over Julie's face and mouth in several large bursts.

She smiled as his cum dripped from her cheeks onto her tits.

The Master sat up and gave a signal to the housekeeper.

Madame Margarete pulled Lily and me roughly to our feet, locked our chastity belts back on, and finally removed the handcuffs.

'It is time to say goodbye now, Cecile,' the Master said.

With staged passion, Lily and I kissed. The Mistress stood up and put the leash back on Lily. Then, the Master and the Mistress left the room along with her entourage.

Julie came over to me and smiled.

'I see you had a lot of fun, my sweet,' she said, pointing to the floor where I had spent my seed.

Then she kissed me tenderly on the cheek, her face still moist from the Master's cum.

Madame Margarete led us back to our room, and a short while later, we were washed and lying in our beds.

Chapter 15.

Since yesterday's events seemed to have awakened Julie's ambition, she was especially motivated during this morning's anal training. Once again, she pushed her entire hand inside me, forming a fist in my ass and began to fist me. I moaned loudly with every thrust. My body writhed under her treatment. She laughed out loud at the sight.

Over and over, she pulled her fist out of my ass and shoved it back into my gaping, wet hole. My clit vibrated and began to leak, and my breathing grew heavy. Her fist moved deep inside me, providing an intense pleasure. She fucked me faster, pinching my nipple.

'You really love this, don't you, Ceci?' Julie whispered, out of breath. A warm shiver shot through my entire body. The feeling in my pulsing clit grew stronger and stronger. I couldn't take it anymore. My muscles tightened, and with a loud groan, a great surge of semen flowed from my pussy.

Julie let out a short laugh. Slowly, she slid her hand out of my asshole and held her wet fist before me.

'Here, show some gratitude, you slutty little thing!' She smiled with satisfaction as I kissed her fingers one by one.

Chapter 16.

A few more days passed. Today, I would complete my first month. I wouldn't have even noticed if Madame Margarete hadn't mentioned it during the morning roll call. Sometime today, my bonus would be deposited.

The glass vault in my closet had filled up over time, but I hadn't paid much attention to it lately. The housekeeper also announced that a small celebration would be held this evening to commemorate my first month in this house.

When Julie and I were alone again, she handed me a large box with a bow on it. Just like on my first day, she had prepared a gift for me today. When I opened it, a bright pink, strapless evening gown appeared. The shimmering bodice emphasized the waist and neckline, while the voluminous skirt fell all the way to the floor. Large pink bows on the front and back, along with precisely placed, soft falling folds of fabric, gave the dress a playful extravagance. I was speechless.

It came with matching pink ballerinas with a slight heel.

'I hope you like it, Ceci,' she said with gleaming eyes, hugging me gently.

'It's beautiful,' I replied honestly.

After an uneventful day, the evening finally arrived. The dress fit like a glove. Julie did my hair. Today, there were no braids. Instead, she let my hair fall in long, soft waves over my shoulders. I looked as if I were going to a ball.

Julie had also made herself especially beautiful. She wore a long, elegant cocktail dress made of black fabric and let her red hair down. As the housekeeper came to collect us, I became truly nervous, not knowing what awaited me.

She led us to a car and blindfolded me with a piece of pink silk. After a drive of about thirty minutes, the door opened, and I felt Julie helping me out of the car. She took my hand and led me through several doors until we suddenly came to a stop.

'Unfortunately, I have to leave you alone now, Ceci,' she whispered in my ear, squeezing my hand briefly and giving me a kiss on the cheek. 'The Madame will take care of you shortly. I'll see you later.'

I heard her walking away. Before I had a chance to process everything, I heard the housekeeper's steps. Without a word, she fastened thick leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and then she opened a door.

The atmosphere shifted. We were certainly no longer in just another hallway or small room. It felt much larger and it smelled of food.

The Madame led me to a spot. I heard the click of metal as she secured the straps around my ankles. She then pulled my arms out to either side and fastened my wrists. Once I was in position, the housekeeper left again. My heart hammered in my chest, and my knees trembled.

Then I heard the Master's voice, muffled, as if he were in the next room.

'My dear friends! Thank you for your patience. I have received word that we are now ready. So, without further ado,' the Master called out, 'the buffet is open!'

Suddenly, there was a loud rattling sound behind me, followed by the fluttering of fabric. The atmosphere changed again, and the muffled sounds became clear. I heard 'ohs' and 'ahs' and the murmur of many people. Chairs were being shifted, and the whole room seemed to come alive. All around me, I heard footsteps, conversations, voices, laughter, and the clatter of dishes. I felt occasional hands on my butt, under my skirt, and all over my body.

The initial rush subsided. People ate, drank, and conversed. For a while, I just stood there, ignored like a large floral sculpture at a posh buffet.

Then, suddenly, there was movement around me again as the buffet was evidently being cleared.

'I hope everyone is well-nourished now and looking forward to dessert,' the Master called out again. The crowd responded with cheers and approving applause.

Footsteps approached once more, but this time, I was the target. Countless hands groped my body simultaneously. My skirt was lifted, and I felt cold metal slice through my panties. Fingers gripped my chastity cage, while others rubbed my asshole or played with, pinched, or twisted my nipples. I felt lips press against my mouth and a tongue push inside me. Against my hands, I felt hard cocks rubbing. My mind was overwhelmed. There were simply too many sensations flooding over me at once for me to focus on any single feeling or thought.

Suddenly, I felt something penetrate my ass. I let out a loud moan and felt my upper body being bent forward. One hard cock pressed into my mouth, while another fucked my butthole.

My wrists and ankles were freed, and hands positioned me on my back on the floor. Someone lifted my legs, and another cock pushed into me. This one was thicker than the first. Yet another slid into my mouth, and each of my hands was placed on another cock. I lost all sense of who was around me and how many people were watching me, touching me, using me. Every now and then, the bodies and cocks changed. I heard voices, laughter, moaning. Suddenly, I felt cum spurting across my upper body.

'Oh no, my beautiful dress,' I thought instantly. What an absurd thought.

A short while later, my mouth also filled with semen. I barely had a chance to swallow before a new, hard cock pushed into it. My entire body trembled from the stimulation. Everything smelled of sweat and cum. There was the constant feeling of changing cocks and hands.

Suddenly, I heard the Master say something, and I was pulled to my feet. I felt cum leaking from my stretched asshole and dripping from my face onto my dress. My knees were so weak that I almost collapsed back onto the floor.

'My dear friends,' the Master called out, 'as you all know, Cecile completes her first month in my house today. To mark the occasion, we have invited a few very special guests of honor this evening. Please join me in giving a warm welcome to Clara and her partner, Julian!'

With those words, the Master ripped the cloth from my eyes. Polite applause erupted.

The sudden light blinded me, and it took a moment before I could see again. Then I recognized her: Clara.

She was sitting at a round table near the slightly elevated stage where I was standing. She and her partner stood up, turned to the audience with a smile, and waved. Clara looked perfect, as always. She had chin-length brown hair and wore an elegant but simple evening gown that accentuated her slender figure. Her new lover, Julian, seemed slightly older than her, lean, with broad shoulders and a well-groomed beard. He wore a flawlessly tailored suit, looking like a cross between a lumberjack and a banker.

It had been exactly two months since she broke up with me. Our eyes met. She turned to her new partner and whispered something to him. They both laughed. I could feel the cum of several unknown men drying on my face. Across the room, I saw Julie serving champagne to the guests. She looked at me and gave me a sisterly smile.

'Of course, we've spared no effort to make sure Clara and Julian are as comfortable as possible,' the Master continued, pointing toward a section of the hall enclosed by temporary walls. 'Go ahead and get settled. Cecile will join you in a few minutes.'

I watched as Julie led my ex-girlfriend and her new partner toward the specially prepared room.

'And of course, you're all more than welcome to visit Cecile and celebrate with her!' the Master called out before leaving the stage.

I stood there alone for a moment, unable to move, until Julie came to get me.

'Phew, so many people here,' she laughed. 'But you look hot, Ceci! That dress totally suits you.' She gave me a careful hug, making sure not to get any semen on her own black dress, and planted a big kiss on my cheek.

'Here, take the champagne tray and follow me. You heard you've been assigned to the guests of honor,' she said, leading me into the "extra room."

The area was covered in thick, plush carpets, with colorful silk fabrics draped over the partition walls. Large cushions, upholstered in velvet and silk, were scattered everywhere in various sizes. To one side stood a low table where I set down the champagne. In the center of the room was a low platform covered in rugs, with a large, soft mattress topped with heavy blankets and more cushions. That was where Clara and her new partner had already made themselves comfortable. He was kissing her shoulders and neck.

Julie signaled for me to kneel and wait. She kissed my forehead and left the room again.

'You look like you've finally found your place,' Clara said. 'And by the way... lovely dress, Cecile. Pink really is your color,' she added with a giggle. Then she turned her head and kissed Julian passionately.

I said nothing and looked at the floor.

'No!' Clara commanded. 'The Master has ordered you to watch us, so enjoy the show.'

Clara stood up, stripped off her dress, and offered her breasts to Julian to lick. She moaned softly, pressing his head firmly against her body. Then she pulled his shirt off and caressed his chest. She sucked on his nipples while massaging the bulge in his groin.

I watched her tongue as she gave him pleasure, and I watched her fingers massage the growing hardness between his legs. My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel my clit pulsing.

Every now and then, she would glance at me and let out a quiet chuckle.

Julian pulled off her panties and fingered her pussy. Clara was clearly aroused. She was soaking wet, and I could hear the wet, slapping sound as his fingers worked inside her.

She opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. She smirked at me as she slid it greedily into her mouth and started to suck. His penis was about 18cm and well-shaped. I bit my lip enviously.

Clara saw my reaction and laughed. She called out to someone, and immediately afterward, two men entered the room, opened their pants, and pulled out their cocks.

'So you don't have to just sit there and watch,' Clara laughed.

The men took my hands and placed them on their cocks. Clara watched me as I slowly jerked off both men, and she started to laugh. Blood rushed to my head, and at the same time, I could feel my clit soaking.

I began to suck their cocks alternately, tasting their pre-cum on my tongue.

Clara positioned herself with her back to Julian, directly over his hard penis. Her pussy was glistening, wet.

'Cecile, come here and put it inside my pussy, please,' Clara laughed.

On all fours, I crawled over to them and took his big cock in my hand. A bit of pre-cum ran down the shaft. Clara lowered her body, and I guided Julian's dripping cock into my ex-girlfriend's wet hole. She let out a moan of pleasure and began to ride him.

Hands grabbed my ass, and I felt one of the men slide his penis into me. My face contorted, and I began to breathe heavily. Clara loved seeing me like this. She grabbed my collar and pulled my face right between her legs, where her pussy slid up and down Julian's shaft.

'Come on, Cecile, lick!' she commanded, not even trying to hide her smug satisfaction.

I stuck out my tongue and started licking. His balls, her clit. His shaft was coated in Clara's juices and his own pre-cum. Whatever my tongue could reach. The cock in my ass was replaced, and the rhythm shifted. Every thrust made my own pussy vibrate. I felt the other man's hands on my nipples. I moaned.

A short while later, the man behind me sprayed his cum in my ass. He wiped his cock on my dress and made room for the next one. This one flipped me onto my back and fucked me in missionary. Clara changed positions too, getting on all fours offering her behind to her lover.

'You look so good, with a thick cock in your ass and all that cum on your dress,' Clara laughed, letting out a loud moan. Julian reached around from behind to firmly massage her breasts.

Two more men joined me. I took turns jerking them off and blowing them. I'd lost count of how many cocks had been inside me today. I felt the hard, smooth skin, the veins, the rhythmic pounding into my asshole. I smelled and tasted the sweat and the cum, and over and over again, I heard the moaning.

'Mmmm, so many cocks, just for you, Cecile,' Clara laughed. 'I hope they're fucking you good.'

The cock in my hand began to pulse, and suddenly, warm sperm sprayed across my face. Clara moaned louder. It sounded like she was right on the edge, sweat dripping from her forehead. Julian let his cock slide deep into her pussy. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Her lover fucked her faster. Suddenly, she screamed, arching her back for a moment before collapsing in exhaustion.

The cock in my asshole began to twitch, and more cum sprayed into my hole with a groan. The men swapped positions so that I could lick the spent cock clean while my ass continued to be fucked. He hit exactly the right spots, and I began to moan with pleasure. This man seemed to be the last in the long line, and my body could finally focus on a single sensation. I felt a warmth spreading and my clit pulsing violently.

Then I heard Julian moan loudly, and with a few last, intense thrusts of his hips, he came deep inside Clara's hole. He collapsed onto her, and they kissed passionately.

For a moment, he lay beside her, and Clara turned toward me with a satisfied smile. She watched as the unknown man fucked me deeply, while I moaned in ecstasy, clinging to his arms with cum all over my face.

'Open your mouth, Cecile, I have something for you,' Clara said. She stood up and straddled my face with her legs wide.

I could see her wet pussy and her well-fucked, open hole right above me. Slowly, Julian's semen dripped from her pussy, landing in my mouth and on my face. I felt its warmth and thick consistency on my tongue. The taste of her pleasure lingered in my mouth.

I couldn't take the pulsing of my clit any longer, and a vibrating wave crashed through my entire body. Moaning, I came under the thrusts of the cock in my ass, and my own juices flowed from my pussy.

When Clara saw this, she laughed so hard she had to sit down on the mattress.

'Hahaha, you really seem to be enjoying this!' she laughed. 'Now you just have to make him cum too. That is only fair.'

I stroked his chest and stimulated his nipples. The man's breathing grew heavier, and his movements became wilder. Shortly after, he too sprayed his cum inside me and pulled his cock out of my sore asshole. I licked him clean, and he left the room without a word.

Clara and Julian had dressed themselves by then and were preparing to leave, too.

'It was really lovely to see you again, Cecile!' Clara laughed, letting a thick string of saliva drip slowly onto my face. Then they left, and I was alone.

My body felt broken, and I was utterly exhausted. I couldn't move. My mind tried to process the events of the evening, but I couldn't manage a single coherent thought.

From the next room, I could faintly hear the Master saying goodbye to the guests and bringing the evening to a close. I heard chairs being moved, the murmur of people, and the clatter of doors. Then everything went quiet.

I almost fell asleep right there on the floor, but then I heard Julie's footsteps.

She sat down beside me and silently, lovingly stroked my head for a moment.

'I know you're tired, but we have to go home now and get you into the shower. Then you can rest,' she said softly, kissing my forehead. She didn't seem to mind the cum and spit coating my face. She helped me to my feet and led me back to the car.

Chapter 17

That night, Julie climbed into my bed again and snuggled up against me.

'How would you feel about actually becoming my sister, Ceci?' Julie asked suddenly, looking at me with soft, wide eyes. I didn't say anything at first.

'The Master promised he would give me a sister,' she said, adding, 'Please, think about it, Ceci.'

She gave me a kiss and fell asleep shortly after.

I listened to her breathe and thought it over. My old life had felt distant for a long time. That evening, it caught up with me again, and it felt foreign. The encounter with Clara felt like a conclusion, as if a door had closed. I thought about the glass vault in my dressing room. I had seen that the bonus was already in there. I thought of Julie's glass vault, which was almost bursting with money. Money was a relic of my former life and had hardly any meaning in this new place.

Whoever I was not so long ago, that person was gone, nothing more than a vague memory slowly fading away.

'Okay, Julie,' I said. She murmured something in her sleep and continued to breathe softly.

And just one week later, I started taking female hormones. Over the next two years, my body changed drastically, preparing for the big day. Aside from that, the normal routine of the house continued. Julie stayed by my side, loving and supportive the entire time.

The Master had connections to the best doctors and surgeons, and when the time finally came, the final reconstructive surgery was performed quickly and without complications at one of the top private clinics. Still, it took a few months before the doctor considered the treatment complete.

On that day, Julie had another gift for me. It was a black uniform, exactly like hers. I put it on, and we stood side by side in front of the mirror. She hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

'Now we really are sisters, Ceci,' she said contentedly, smiling.

I had finally arrived. I was Cecile.

THE END