FANTASY WRITING CONTEST #7

ENTRY #5

Total Servitude and Devotion

Now that Mistress has finished my transformation and preparation for my new life, she phoned me from her vacation and told me that I should share my story. She told me that I should have it finished for her by the time she gets back in two more weeks. That will be difficult with all of my other duties and with these long fingernails. But anyway, let me explain how I got myself into this situation. My wife and I had been married about five years; we had the standard engagement of about a year before we got married. We had been high school sweethearts and gone together throughout college, all told we had been together over ten years. The first couple of years we were married, we had struggled a little bit both financially and with our relationship, but we were now over the hump. Although my wife had threatened me I had had several short affairs in college and shortly after we were married. She had never found out about any of them. That was now ancient history. We were now doing very well financially. We had built a huge custom home in a very private section of a new development. We had just started to enjoy it. We still had to finish the basement and also had a lot of decorating to do. The basement was almost 3,000 sq. ft. and had a walk out separate entrance. We left it unfinished because I wanted a top of the line home theater and a separate game room. We had talked about having kids, but we had not made a final decision. We both had been focusing on our professional lives. We both had great jobs and were not sure what our next step was. My wife was a sales professional and I had moved fairly quickly up the ladder at the firm. I had gotten a hard fought promotion to partner at the law firm just a year ago.
Then something happened that completely changed both of our lives; mine permanently. Usually I played about $5 a week in the lottery. Even though I played, I very rarely even checked my tickets. One day driving home from work, I stopped in at the carryout as usual and the clerk where I buy my tickets asked if I had checked my numbers. I told him that I had not. He said that someone had won $30 million dollars last week and that the ticket had been purchased at this store. I told him to hang on a minute that my tickets were in the car. I went out to the car and grabbed the bunch of tickets from the past several months that I had stuffed up on top of my visor and got them. He ran them though the machine and unbelievably I had won. I was stunned. Luckily, as much as I had been in the carryout the clerk did not know my name. I left without providing too much information; I really didn’t want anyone to know until I could do some thinking and planning. Life couldn’t get any better. I went home, opened a nice bottle of wine and told my wife, she thought the first few times I explained it to her that I was making this up. When I showed her the ticket and the confirmation numbers she was also very excited. We stayed up most of the night talking about all of the things that we could now do. The next morning I told her that I wanted to call Jim, one of the other partners at the firm and tell him to set up a trust and that we wanted to remain anonymous when the prize was claimed. We would also need to set up new financial plans. My wife told me that she wanted to use another attorney at our firm, John. I was not excited about working with John because of a conflict with him at the firm, but he was more than qualified at trusts. I did not know exactly why my wife wanted to use him instead of Jim but it didn’t really matter to me. She told me that she would call John and get with him later about all the details. Over the next week, when we both got home from work, my wife and I had dinner and talked about our new situation and what we should do. Financially, there was really no longer a reason for either of us to work. We now had more money than we could ever spend. I told her that both of us could quit, relax for a while and decide what we both wanted. But, I told her that at some point one of us would need to get a job to keep from driving the other one crazy. She laughed and agreed. We would need to figure out something so that we could both enjoy our new lives but not smother each other by spending every second together. We both gave fictitious reasons for leaving our jobs to not draw attention to ourselves. Two weeks later we had quit and we were both at home together. This was a huge change. We no longer really had a schedule. We could stay up as late as we wanted and sleep as long as we wanted. The first month was great, we pretty much did nothing. It was during this first month that we frequently had sex, sometimes twice a day. This was something that had been a little sparse before due to the demands of our careers. In our first few years, we had tried a few things sexually including some light bondage and cross-dressing. I even had a CB-2000 that I had worn for a couple of weeks one time. Due to our inconsistent sex life nothing we tried lasted too long. I had never been able to find out what really excited my wife. Since we had quit our jobs it was different; we had sex a lot and it seemed like almost every time we had sex, my wife wanted to talk about my fantasies. This was a welcome change in our relationship. The more she asked the more it excited me and seemed to excite her. Each time we had sex and talked I would add some other item or requirement, kind of testing the waters for new areas of interest. She seemed particularly interested in the Mistress-Pantie maid slave relationship scenario. Every time she showed interest in something new that I came up with, I would embellish and try to take it to the extreme. Sometimes I had a hard time because the ideas were so far from reality. We got on the internet and spent hours looking up chastity, piercing, corsetry, bondage and anything I could think of or anything that she suggested. She took notes and spent quite a bit of time searching out information herself. She seemed really excited when we talked about extreme bondage, body modification, permanent chastity and total servitude to her for me. She told me how much this type of relationship excited her. During sex, she would talk about how this was something that she wanted and always ask if this was something that I really wanted right at the point where I was ready to orgasm and I assured her that I did. Afterward, I usually told her that these were just fantasies. She would just smile. She mentioned that she wanted the life of leisure and that with me as her pantie maid slave she could achieve her fantasy. We really didn’t talk much about her fantasy life during sex; she didn’t seem to want to. This same scenario went on for almost two months. It was also during this time that my wife and I worked with our attorney to finalize the trust.
One day after breakfast, I told her that we really needed to do something instead of lying around all day. We had discussed taking a trip someplace for a month or so but she said that she was working on other plans. She said that she also had been thinking about our situation. She said that she would like to have a serious Mistress-pantie maid slave relationship. I asked her for some details, but she said that she had already planned part of it, but would make it up as she went. She said that she was planning something semi-long term. I agreed immediately knowing that she had not been able to follow through for more than two weeks any time we had done anything like this before. She told me to think about it before I agreed, and threatened me with there would be no going back once we started. Once again I did not hesitate. We had been having great sex and if wearing some panties occasionally would help it continue then I was all for it. I kiddingly asked her if she had something extreme planned. She told me that I would find out soon enough. She said, okay then and she told me that she would try very hard this time. She told me she would take care of everything but that I must agree to do what ever she told me. I told her that I would. She told me that she wanted to fulfill my fantasies and then we would work on fulfilling hers. She told me that I must agree to allow her to complete the entire fantasy process. She said that I should go put the CB-2000 on to get started. We went upstairs; I dug through the drawers until I found it. She put the CB-2000 on me and locked it. She lie down on the bed and spread her legs, I then licked her pussy until she orgasmed. The first stage of my new life had begun. 
Later that day she said that to make this interesting that we should put something token at stake. I asked what she had in mind; she said how about a new car. I told her that was fine; I would enjoy driving around in a car that I knew she had bought for me because she couldn’t follow through. She said that it was just symbolic but we could each sign an agreement that gives the other full control of some money for the car. We could give the papers to the attorney to keep and that within say, eighteen months we would both need to come in and sign a void waiver or the other would get money for the car. Just to keep things fair if one of us tried to sneak in and say that the other was not fulfilling the agreement, then the attorney would contact the other so they could come in and sign a void waiver. I thought that it seemed like she had thought about this maybe a little too much. She said that it was only symbolic but that if I was chicken. I told her that I didn’t think that she could keep this program up for a month let alone 18 months. I agreed to the contract. Several days later my wife came in and said that we had gotten the agreement and the trusts to sign. She told me to follow her up to the bedroom. As she was taking off her clothes she told me to hurry up and sign them so that I could get busy working on her pussy. She lay down on the bed and told me she was waiting; I signed the papers without even reading them since we had provided the original draft to John and had several meetings with him. 
We continued this stage of our relationship for the next week or so. About the only real difference that I noticed was that she had me licking her pussy all the time and I still had the CB-2000 on. I was surprised that she had been able to not give in yet. I noticed that the basement door had been locked and asked her what was going on. She said that she had planned to go ahead and start finishing the basement. She wanted to surprise me with the finished product so I would not be able to go down there until it was completed. I asked her if she remembered the specifics and details of the home theater room. She assured me that she would cover all of the necessary details. Out of the blue a couple of days later she said that we had an appointment this afternoon. This was to be my first step in the transformation of our relationship. She had me unzip my pants and pull them down, she unlocked the CB-2000 and took it off, had me zip up my pants and then we drove to an office building. We went inside and into a suite. On the door was “Laser hair removal”; we went in and sat down. My wife signed us in, in a few minutes they called my name and we went into an exam room. A technician came in and asked what hair we wanted removed. I had asked my wife several times to have all of the hair in her bikini area removed. My wife told him that we wanted all the hair from my neck down removed and also the hair on my face. I was a little shocked and so was the tech. I thought that we were there for her hair removal. I asked my wife if she was sure and she said that she was. The tech. indicated that it would take weekly sessions of about a month or two to permanently remove all the hair. She said to go ahead and get started. I did not think she was serious, but she sat down and paged through a magazine as he started on my body. Each session over the next couple of weeks took about three hours. Slowly the hair stopped growing back. My wife had only gone to the first session with me. Before each visit my wife removed my CB-2000 and when I got home she put it back on me. She always played with my penis for just a minute when I got home to see if I got hard. She told me this was to make sure that I had not jacked off while the CB-2000 was off. She told me that if she discovered that I had jacked off that she would leave the CB-2000 on me for the appointments. I was not sure what the people at the hair removal office thought of me but I didn’t want to go in there with the chastity belt on. I did want to jack off but didn’t want to risk being locked up any longer than I had to be, so I never tried. As I started to go back for one of my final sessions she looked at me and told me that she wanted to go with me. When the tech. came in to get started, my wife asked if he had misunderstood her instructions. He looked at the patient info sheet and said that he didn’t think so. She reiterated that she wanted the hair on my face removed. The tech. said that they had and that my beard line would not grow back. She said that he still didn’t understand, she wanted all the hair on my face removed and this included my eyebrows. I did not know what to say, but knew that this was not the time to question her. The room was quiet for a second and then the tech. said O.K. but that it might take one or two extra sessions. My wife said that I would be able to come back as many times as they needed. I felt very odd as we left, I had no eyebrows and everyone stared at me. The last couple of times that I went back, I drew eyebrows on and wore sunglasses before I went, hoping no one would notice. At home our relationship pretty much stayed the course, with me licking her to orgasm three or four times a week. Although we did have sex every once in a while, it was always with me tied to the bed. About half way through the hair removal process, she also demanded that my underwear be thrown away and that I wear panties and panty hose all the time. The hair removal technician never asked me about my situation, but he seemed a little startled the first time he saw my panties and hose. At home, I was now to also wear a nightgown to bed at night in addition to the panties and hose that I was to wear all the time. I was still wearing my male clothes during the day at this point. At this point in the transformation I was still okay. It was a little odd with no hair on my body but I could get used to that. The lack of eyebrows were a concern. Whenever we went out she drew some on me. 
“Next step” she said one night and told me to get in the car. We drove to a tattoo parlor in town. We went in and my wife handed the tattoo artist a drawing of something. She said that she wanted it on my ass. He looked at me and smiled. I was led over to a table and laid on my stomach. I was really embarrassed as I pulled down my pants and he saw my panties and hose. About three hours or so later my tattoo was finished. I had something on my ass but could not make it all out. I backed up to a mirror and could finally read “Pantie maid slave – Property of Mistress” it ran across both ass cheeks in big, bold letters. I was ready to die. I never thought she would make it this long or take it this far. She had me come over to the piercing side of the parlor and have a seat. I told her that I didn’t want to get pierced. She said that she just wanted some earrings or something. She gave me a Coke to drink, after just a drink or two I could not stay awake and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up we were still at the tattoo parlor. I was really groggy, my head hurt. My wife grabbed my hand and helped me to the car. As I started to regain my senses I became aware that my tongue was pierced and had a large bar through it. I felt that my ears had been pierced and I could feel that my nipples had also been done. I also felt that my septum had a ring through it. As we drove home my wife explained that I must have been very tired to just fall asleep like that. She also said that while I was asleep she had decided on a couple extra piercings. When we got home I went into the bathroom to see what had really happened. There must have been at least a dozen piercings in each ear. The rings were from ½” to 1” in diameter and at least 8 ga. The ring through my septum was also at least 1” in diameter and maybe 8 ga. It hung down to almost the top of my lip. I stood staring at my face in the mirror in disbelief. I tried to wipe the pencil thin, high arched eyebrows off my face. They would not come off; also my lips were bright red and seemed bigger. I couldn’t wipe that off either. My eyes were lined top and bottom, which made me look like a cat. My wife came into the bathroom and I asked her what was going on. She told me that I had always talked about piercings and that she thought that I wanted these. I asked about the eyebrows, eyeliner and the size and color of my lips, she said that I looked silly without eyebrows and that a little color in my lips would make me look less pale. She said that she had lined my lips a little bit to increase the size. She told me that I would be getting collagen in my lips soon anyway. She told me that the eyeliner would help draw attention to my eyes. I told her that I looked stupid with these feminine eyebrows, eyeliner and lipstick on. She explained that it wasn’t lipstick and that I had always liked it when she wore what I called her “fuck me lipstick” nice and full. She said that she liked it and that was all that mattered and walked out of the bathroom. I unbuttoned my shirt and noticed that I had 1” 8 ga. rings through my nipples. She had certainly been consistent. I felt around the rings in my nipples for the seam to see if I could get them out, but couldn’t find one. I couldn’t find one in my nose ring or my earrings. I started to panic. I went into the bedroom to find my wife and ask about the rings. She casually said that they were permanent. I asked what she meant. She said that they were titanium-carbide and had been fused closed. These rings couldn’t be cut. She told me that she had to do quite a bit of searching to find these. She then said to hurry and get ready for bed that she wanted to feel that tongue bar on her clit. My entire face and nipples hurt, but I think I was numb from thinking about my situation. I took off my clothes and noticed that my CB-2000 was missing and my penis was wrapped up in bandages. I was almost afraid to see what had been done. I slowly unwrapped the bandages and noticed that I also had been given a PA. It was a large ring about an inch or so in diameter. The good news was that this one was not a solid ring and could be removed. I brushed my teeth and climbed into bed, my wife immediately pushed my head into her pussy and told me to start licking. She had several orgasms before pushing me away and falling asleep. I lay there awake for several hours between the pain of the piercings and thinking about what was going on. I kept thinking that this must be a bad dream. My wife could not have really done this to me. I wanted her to stop but if the rings were permanent that there really wasn’t a way to go back. 
My Mistress as I was told to now call her, said that it would take several months for the piercings to fully heal. But in the meantime we could progress to the next step. She said that with my eyebrows, eyeliner and lips done that I couldn’t really wear male clothes anymore. She also told me that from now on I would be wearing light make-up during the day. She spent the next several days bringing boxes of clothes home for me. She also gave me lessons on applying make-up. As soon as the PA had healed Mistress locked the CB-2000 back on. One night after dinner she told me to get dressed, she said that she had put out new clothes for me since I had been wearing those all day. She had me put on a skirt and blouse with flats. There was also a bra for me to put on. This was the first time that I had worn one. She had me freshen up my make-up and we drove across town. I had not been out of the house since I had been pierced. I felt very nervous. I’m sure I must have looked very odd as I was still obliviously a male but dressed like a female. We drove to a medical clinic. We went in and sat in the waiting area. Luckily no one was there. We were taken back into an exam room. Soon a Doctor came in, I recognized her. She was a friend of my wife’s. She said to my wife that it looked like the process was moving right along. I wondered how many people knew about my situation. I had not even been out of the house nor had I told anyone. She talked to my wife and then told me to take my clothes off. I stripped down to just my panties and bra. The Doctor looked at me and then said to my wife that she understood the problem. I was then told to take the rest of my clothes off. The Doctor laughed when she saw me naked. I had a hairless body, wearing a CB-2000 with a ring through my penis and big rings through my nipples. She told my wife that she thought it would take something pretty big to make those nipple rings stand out the way my wife had described what she wanted. I could feel the tears in my eyes well up as they talked about the size of the breast implants. Mistress told me not to cry that my make-up would run. I was told to lie back on the table and relax. They measured me and pushed and prodded my chest discussing options. They finally agreed on something and then the Doctor told me to sit up. She examined my lips and discussed with my wife about how full she wanted my lips then the doctor left. I told my wife that this had gone far enough, that she won. She told me to relax and to just enjoy my fantasy. In a few minutes a nurse came in and handed me a gown to put on. She came back in a few minutes and took me out on the gurney. They wheeled me into the surgical suite and left. The Doctor and her team came into the surgery room. The Doctor placed the anesthesia mask over my mouth and nose and I was out. When I woke up the pain in my chest was unbelievable. I was bandaged up but at least the implants didn’t seem too large or heavy. My lips seemed like they were swollen. On the ride home from the medical building, Mistress told me that my chest hurt so badly because they had to cut the muscle. She told me that this was necessary when they put the implants behind the muscles. She said it would give my breasts a much more natural look. I thought to myself “what guy naturally has huge breasts anyway.” Mistress told me that the Doctor had only inserted balloons to begin stretching my skin. I would need to go back every couple of weeks and have them pumped up so that the skin would stretch enough to fit the implants. Mistress also told me that the Doctor had performed liposuction on my sides to give me more of an hourglass figure. When we got home Mistress helped me into the house and onto the couch. She came back in a few minutes with a hand mirror. She told me that the Doctor had put collagen in my lips. I looked into the mirror and could not believe how big and fat my lips were. With the permanent lip liner and lipstick along with the collagen my lips looked twice as large as normal. I looked up at Mistress in disbelief; she told that she knew how much I liked big lips. The next couple of days were very uncomfortable. But within a week or so things were close to normal. Mistress also started having me take vitamins every day to help me heal up. Six or eight weeks went by and Mistress took me back to the clinic to have the balloons inflated. I had no idea what size my Mistress had in mind but my chest was becoming quite large. An additional four weeks went by and then Mistress took me back to the clinic one night. Once again I was put under and this time the implants were put in. I was bandaged up but the weight on my chest made it hard to stand up. I had no idea what size I got but they were huge. Mistress put me in the car and we drove home. 
For the first few days I was unable to walk without holding on to something due to the radical change in my balance. The next couple of weeks were dedicated to healing and adjustment. I had to wear a bra full time. I checked the size on the bra. I was now a 40 FFF. I found that all my male clothing had now been removed and replaced with women’s blouses, skirts and pants. She also had provided me with a number of girdles and corselettes to wear. I’m not sure what the point was in taking all of the male clothes away; with my new breasts I could no longer dress as anything but a woman. Mistress had developed a new routine for me. I was to get up early and be dressed and ready when she woke up. As far as other duties, Mistress added a daily list of things to clean around the house. I was also to take care of her clothes. She was also gone part of this healing time. I found out later that she had gone on vacation to California. I couldn’t leave the house looking like this. Many a day went by where I sat around by myself and thought about my situation. I went through what seemed like the same thought process everyday I was alone. First was defiance, when she got back I would tell her that I was not going on, that this game was over. Then acceptance of my situation, the rings and the tattoos were permanent, going back wasn’t an option. Finally, excitement, I had fantasized about this, just to a much less extreme. Our house cleaner, a Latino lady came by every day while my Mistress was gone to make sure that I followed my routine, she had long ago stopped doing any cleaning anymore, she just check on me cleaning the house. In fact many a time, she came over made a mess doing something and made me clean it up. I also ended up fixing her lunch when she stopped by. I asked Mistress several times over the phone to stop this process. She told me that I had agreed to complete the process and that we were not going to stop for any reason. When Mistress came back from vacation she didn’t really say much to me, I was much happier to see her than she seemed to be to see me. She refused to tell me anything about her vacation. I carried all of her luggage in from the car and started going though it to do the laundry. I noticed that there seemed to be a large amount of very nice, sexy lingerie that I had never seen before. It had long ago been established that I was not to ask her any questions about what she now called “her personal life”. The next day, Mistress said that since she got back and saw me that she realized that I looked silly half finished and that she had made me an appointment to help. She had me put on a new blouse and skirt and we drove to a beauty salon. I did not want to get out of the car; I could see that the shop was very busy. Mistress opened my door and grabbed my hand. We walked into the shop and I think everyone stared at me. Mistress walked over to the owner and they talked for a moment. The owner came and got me and took me to a chair in the middle of the salon. She loudly said that this one needed the full treatment. One girl started on my fingernails, another on my toenails. The owner of the shop asked my Mistress what she wanted to do with my hair and suggested that she shave it off. Mistress said not to do anything radical with my hair just style it as feminine as she could. She had other long-term plans. I would just have to wear a wig if my hair didn’t look acceptable. There was silence in the shop and the other ladies having their hair done just stared at me. Mistress finally said in a loud voice, do you women have any idea how long he has been begging for this? I finally gave in just to make him happy. He has begged to be my pantie maid slave and I couldn’t take the nagging anymore. The women in the shop laughed. One older lady said to Mistress that she was really doing a good job of teaching me a lesson. Several hours later I walked out of the shop in full make-up. I had obviously gotten the “Deluxe” job. My eyes were dark and along with the rest of my face way over done. I had the definite “whore” look. My toenails were done in bright red. I had new bright red 1” acrylic fingernails to match. Mistress told the owner that until the classes started that I would be in every other week for a fill and re-polish. We got in the car and I asked Mistress about the classes. She told me that she had enrolled me in Cosmetology school there at the Salon. My classes started in two weeks. They would last for three months and I would be going three days a week. I would be learning how to style and set hair. I would also be learning to do nails. We left and drove to a wig shop. The lady that fitted me spent the whole time staring at me in amazement. Mistress filled her in on every detail; I knew better than to say a word. I think at this point I had finally given in.
On the way home I asked Mistress where this whole thing was going, she said that I would see when I got there. I told her again that this was not what I wanted. She said that she didn’t believe me. I had told her over and over again that I wanted this and had even detailed it for her. She asked if I were proud of her for not backing out. I said that I did not know if proud was the correct word. She said that she was worried about letting me down and backing out like in the past, that is why she had the body hair permanently removed and then the piercings put in with the permanent rings. She was going to just have me shave my body and just a couple of removable rings put in, but then she might still back out. She said that once the hair removal and piercings were done permanently that she didn’t have any more guilt and no worries about backing out. The tattoo was something that she thought was just fun. As far as our, or should I say her sex life, she still allowed me to lick her to orgasm but my orgasms were never discussed. After she locked the CB-2000 back on several months ago she had forbid me to ask about them. I still had an incredible need to have an orgasm but I didn’t seem to be getting the raging hard-ons in the middle on the night as much any more. 
One evening, after I had cleaned up dinner, Mistress came into the family room and handed me a latex punishment hood. She said that she didn’t like them but she knew that I did so she got me one. “Put it on, we need to take a trip,” said Mistress. The punishment hood was an inflatable kind. I put it on and then I felt it expand and compress my head as she inflated it. It had an inflatable gag built in that I felt expand in my mouth. There were tubes that stuck into my nose for breathing. I could not see or hear anything. She led me to the car and seated me. I felt the motion of the car as she drove. In the hood I had no sense of time or direction. I felt the car stop and then felt her pull on my arm to help me out of the car. We walked a little ways then I felt my wrists being bound over my head. Next I felt my skirt being pulled down, then my hose. Finally, I felt my panties being removed. I felt something being attached to one of my ankles then my legs being pulled apart and then something attached to my other ankle. I came to the conclusion that this was a spreader bar. I could feel my CB-2000 being moved around and finally removed. I was somewhat excited, this was the first time that the CB-2000 had been off in months. Next I felt hands on my genitals and around my waist. This went on for about fifteen minutes. I then stood there with nothing covering me for a little while, then felt the CB-2000 being reinstalled. The spreader bar was removed. Next the panties, hose and the skirt were put back on. I was led back and put in the car and when the punishment hood was removed we were sitting in our garage. Mistress did not say a word about the trip or what had happened.
We had kind of settled into a daily routine now; she had me move all of my new clothes into the spare bedroom where I now slept. This way I would not disturb her when I got up to get ready early in the morning. Initially she had me move out because she was having the master bedroom decorated. After the bedroom was completed she moved back in. But she had me stay in the spare bedroom. My room was very plain, as we had not got around to doing anything to it. It had just a single bed in it. Mistress told me that she hadn’t decided how to decorate my room. I didn’t ask, but made the distinction that I was not going to be moving back into “her” room. I would get up and get myself ready and then would wake Mistress up and we would have breakfast then she would go take a shower. In the beginning after her shower she would lay down naked on the massage table and I would give her an hour massage and then lick her to orgasm. But as time went on she changed the routine. For a while she would still come in naked and let me massage her, but I did not get to lick her pussy anymore. Then for a while she would come in wrapped in a towel and I would massage her while she was covered. She said that it made her uncomfortable to have her servant staring at her naked body. Finally, she said that the towel was too cumbersome, so the routine became that I would put the inflatable punishment hood on before she came into the room. I would give her a massage with the punishment hood on so she didn’t have to cover up. I was always fully dressed in woman’s clothes and besides I still had my CB-2000 on. After her massage she would get dressed and then she would leave to go somewhere. I stayed behind and worked on the daily list of chores that she left me. The list seemed to grow, with every week a couple more duties added. She left her clothes lying all over the house when she undressed. I would gather them up and do laundry almost everyday. She decided that all of her lingerie had to be hand washed and line dried. She brought me home a maid’s uniform that she said that I should wear while cleaning so I wouldn’t get anything on my good clothes. After her morning routine, she was now gone most days, I asked her one day why she didn’t stay home more and she said that she enjoyed visiting friends and I was always welcome to come with her if I got all of my duties done. Three days a week, in the morning I was picked up by the salon owner and taken to Cosmetology School. It was very humiliating at school. The women in class made fun of me and how I was dressed. They worked on each other’s hair. Mistress had also given them permission to practice whatever they wanted on my hair and nails. It seemed like every day I came home with a different style or color hair.
One day she took me down to the basement and unlocked a door, inside were a set of stocks and bondage cross. I could see an arm binder on the wall and a number of straps and buckles and all kinds of other bondage equipment. I had no idea where any of this came from. She said that she felt that I should now have weekly punishment to help re-enforce the Mistress-pantie maid slave relationship. I told her that I was already doing everything that she asked of me without hesitation. Mistress told me that she had noticed and was pleased about it, but said that we should get started right away. She said that she felt that it was an essential part of my transformation. From that point on, several times a week without notice, she would stop me from doing my duties. I would be led down to the basement and she would put me into some form of bondage. After she had me secure, she would leave. I was left bound anywhere from a couple of hours to an entire day. I was surprised many times at how creative she had become in terms of bondage. She made adequate use of the arm binder and other uncomfortable pieces of equipment. Before this started I had trouble getting her to even tie the knots in the rope tight enough. Now she was more than willing to add something to the bondage long after I was secure and already uncomfortable. Although she secured me in different apparatus’ many times, she certainly had a favorite. Years ago, I had shown her a picture of a woman who had been secured in stocks one time and she would secure me in exactly the same manner. Mistress would have me take all of my clothes off. Then I would put my pair of high heels back on, then she would secure my ankles to the back corners of the platform. I would then need to bend over at the waist and place my hands and neck through the openings in the stocks. She would then lock the stocks in place. My feet were spread just far enough apart that it was a strain. She would then tie the rings in my nipples to the front corners of the stock base. This put tension on my nipples. She would then secure a ball stretcher weight to my balls. She would use different weights depending on her mood. She would place a blindfold over my eyes and an inflatable dildo-gag in my mouth. Usually she put either a butt plug or a dildo in my ass. I lost count of the number of hours that I spent locked in this position. The only thing that I could be sure of was that I was going to be uncomfortable. She made sure that I would be sore when she finally released me. I never knew when exactly I was going to go into the punishment room or how long I would be left there. Many a day, she led me downstairs early in the morning and I stayed in the bondage room bound securely while I heard the construction workers working on our basement all day. 
“Time for the next step” I heard Mistress say one night. She had me go change from my maid’s uniform into a skirt and blouse. She led me out to the garage. She had me get in the car and we drove for about an hour. When we got into the car I asked Mistress when we had gotten the new Mercedes and she told me about a month ago. She also told me that from now on that I would be required to detail it once a week. She asked me if I wanted her to be seen in a dirty car, I told her that I did not. She said that I should also detail the Lexus once a week since she didn’t always know which car she would feel like driving. I told her that I didn’t see my car in the garage and asked her where it was. My car was a 1976 Porsche turbo that I had been restoring for the past three years. I had spent almost a year searching for just the right car. I had spent a great deal of my time and money on the car because I wanted it to be perfect. I had finished it about a month before we hit the lottery but had not driven it more than a couple of times and none since my transformation began. She told me that she had gotten rid of it, that she already had two cars and that the “help” was not allowed to drive the family vehicles anyway. I asked her what that meant. She told me that I was not allowed to drive her cars. She had fired the cleaning lady and I was now the “help,” after all; didn’t I do the house cleaning and wear a maid’s uniform? I couldn’t believe that my car was gone. But she was right I certainly didn’t want to go out in public like this. Because of the way our house and lot were situated I would be able to wash the cars outside without anyone seeing me. Part way through the drive Mistress pulled over and said that she had forgotten about my punishment hood. She popped the trunk lid and told me to get it out of the trunk. I got it and got back in the car. She helped me put it on and then inflated it. We drove for a while longer and then the car stopped and she helped me out of the car. She led me upstairs and into an office. She released the air out of the hood and I took it off. A lady, who looked at me then talked only to Mistress, greeted us. I was told to take all of my clothes off. I stripped down to my panties and bra. I know I had to look very strange, but had lost my sense of embarrassment. I was wearing a wig along with my make-up, my hairless body with all of the piercings. My fingernails and toenails were painted bright red. My 40FFFs were stuffed into my bra and finally my CB-2000 encasing my genitals underneath my panties. Mistress said that we needed all the clothes off. After I was undressed the lady looked at me and told Mistress that the process was progressing nicely. The lady then took many measurements. This took almost an hour. The lady then asked Mistress about security and ultimate results. They walked away and talked. I was told to get dressed. Mistress told the lady that she was going on vacation for a couple of weeks be that she would be back in plenty of time for the things to be complete. I put the punishment hood back on once I got in the car and then Mistress drove us home. Several days later, Mistress left on vacation for two weeks, before she left she told me that she would be home in time for my graduation from cosmetology school. I asked her if after I had graduated from school if I would be doing her hair and nails? She told me that I would never get to do her hair and nails. She would continue to get them done at her favorite salon. But I would get to use my new found skills, I would just have to wait and see how.
Mistress was gone on vacation for about two weeks. Once again she would not tell me where she went but she had gotten a tan. I started on her laundry when she got back and again noticed a whole new group of lingerie. Several weeks later the phone rang and Mistress answered it. She had decided several months ago that I was no longer allowed to answer the phone because her life was private and I was not privileged to know everything that she was planning. She came down to the kitchen and smiled. She said that my “stuff” was ready and that tonight after I had cleaned up from dinner that we would go get it. After dinner she went upstairs to get ready and after I cleaned up I went upstairs, she told me to just put on some sweats, but to put on full make-up. After I finished getting ready, she put the inflatable punishment hood back on me and drove us back to the building and we went up to the office. When we got to the office, Mistress deflated the punishment hood and I took it off. The same lady was there. There was a stack of boxes on the floor. She asked Mistress if we wanted to take them home and try them or if we wanted to try them on now. I could tell that Mistress was very excited and knew what her answer was going to be. She very enthusiastically said that she wanted me to wear them now. Mistress and the lady opened the first box. It contained a corset with very heavy boning. It also appeared to be too small. The lady told Mistress that the best way to lace me tightly was if I was stretched out. That way she could get the corset tight without any effort on her part. I was told to take off everything but my panties. Mistress pulled the corset up onto me and then put straps around my wrists. She led me over to a bar just below the ceiling. She had me step up onto a box and grab the bar. She attached the straps to the bar. The lady then kicked the box out from under my feet. This left me hanging with my toes barely touching the ground. Mistress and the lady pulled and pushed as they laced the corset up. When they were finished, I was given the box back to step up on. Mistress then released the straps. I could barely breathe. When I was stretched out they had been able to lace me in unbelievably tightly. My 40FFFs looked like they were going to spill out the top and I could tell that any movement was going to be severely restricted. “One more thing” Mistress said and I heard a click. She had secured me into this corset. I could not see the lock and there was no way I could reach it anyway. Mistress asked the lady about the additional security feature. The lady walked up and opened two small slits right at my nipples. She worked the openings around until my nipple rings poked out. She reached up and grabbed them and pulled the ring out. She flipped the ring down, this pushed my nipple out. She clipped the ring into a small clasp built into the corset and I heard a small click as they locked into place. I was now locked in front and back. She opened the next box, it contained another corset. The lady indicated that this was my night corset and it also was lockable. Along with the rest of my training, waist training was a full time job. Mistress looked at me and said that she didn’t want my liposuction to be wasted. The lady told Mistress that she had all of the information and was ready to order my next set of smaller corsets for when these became too large. She told Mistress that it would take about a year of training and diet for my waist to be trained to the desired size. I could not imagine this corset ever being too large or ever fitting into anything smaller. The next box contained a black latex maid’s uniform. I was told to put on the latex tights. Mistress and the lady had to help me put the uniform on since I already had the corset on. It was very tight and because it didn’t breathe like normal clothing, I began to sweat immediately. The latex maid’s uniform consisted of tights, the dress, gauntlets and the hat. The next box contained a pair of 6” pumps with locking straps. She slipped my feet into them and then the lady clicked the locks. She had me stand up; I could not see my feet with my huge breasts and had to put my hand on the wall. She opened the next box, which contained a wide neck collar. She placed it around my neck and clicked the lock. It was so tall that it forced my head straight up and I could only look straight ahead. I had to turn my whole body to look from side to side and this certainly wasn’t easy with the corset on. “One more thing” Mistress said and pulled out a 4” dildo gag. She pushed it into my mouth and I heard the lock on the strap click shut. The gag stuck deep into my mouth and had me right on the edge of gagging. Mistress and the lady went into the other room to talk. I stood there afraid to take my hand off the wall; my whole body was in compression due to the latex and the corset. I could feel the heat inside my uniform building. In a few minutes Mistress came back and she and the lady took the rest of the boxes out to the car. Mistress came back and told me that it was time to go home. She helped me walk. She had to support me because I could not see my feet because of the neck collar. Also I had never walked in any kind of heels this high before. She put me in the car and we drove home. On the way home she told me that I would need to learn to walk in these shoes because they were to become my everyday shoes. After about an hour at home she unlocked the gag and shoes and helped me out of the maid’s uniform, tights and corset. I had to take a quick shower because I had sweated so much. She strapped me into the night corset and helped me to bed. I could not sleep with the corset on due to the pressure. Mistress said goodnight went back to her room and I’m sure fell asleep right away. I lay awake for quite awhile thinking but the one thing that helped me finally fall asleep was imagining about how it used to be when I was laying in bed with Mistress and listening to the sound of her relaxed breathing.
The next morning I got up, put on my make-up and then put on my regular maid’s uniform and went downstairs to fix breakfast. I put on my regular 3” pumps because at least I had learned to walk in those. I could not take my normal morning shower because I still had my night corset locked on. When breakfast was ready, I went back upstairs and woke Mistress up with a short massage. I followed her downstairs and we ate breakfast. Even though the night corset was not near as restrictive as the day corset, I was still only able to eat a small amount. After she was done she went upstairs to take a shower and get ready. She told me to come up after I had cleaned up. I cleaned up and then went upstairs knocked on her bedroom door and then went inside. I sat on the bed and waited hoping to give her a massage. In a few minutes Mistress came out of the shower naked. She told me that she didn’t want a massage today that we didn’t have time. She smiled at me; she dried her hair and put on her make-up. I sat there and thought about how hot she looked. I had not gotten to see her naked in what seemed like a year. Normally, I was not allowed into her bedroom while she was there and therefore never got to see her naked and besides I was always cleaning or doing something while she was getting ready. I looked at her perfect breasts and her perfect pussy. She was now keeping her pussy clean-shaven. I thought about the last time that I had gotten to have her pussy. She asked me if I loved her and still liked what I saw. I answered that I did very much. She asked if I liked watching her get ready and I answered that I did very much. She said “Good with all you are giving to me then this is my little present to you, but remember, that for you, my servant all good things come to an end.” I did not know what that meant. When she was finished getting ready, she said that it was time for me to get ready. I followed her back to my bedroom. Mistress had me take off the maid’s uniform. She helped take off the night corset and said to take a shower and to be sure to empty myself. We still had quite a bit to do to complete the process. I asked her about this and she told me that the rule was not to speak unless spoken to. I was never to ask her questions. I hurried into my bathroom and took my shower. After I had dried off I put on my make-up. Just as I finished, Mistress was standing there with the gag in her hands. She put the gag into my mouth and had me turn around and then she snapped the lock shut. She said that I had broken the rule about speaking and that this was the correction. Although Mistress was fully clothed she had me follow her down into the basement naked. She took out a key and unlocked a door. This was where all the construction work had taken place. I had not been allowed down here to see what had taken place. Mistress said that she would show me around since it was finally completed. She said that she wanted me to see the home theater room and game room. I was stunned, these rooms were incredible, and they were similar to what I had been planning. Mistress had spent a lot of money but the finished product was perfect. Almost before I could even think it, Mistress commented that it was a shame that I would be too busy working to spend any time enjoying these rooms. I would be serving in these rooms so she wanted me to see them. She then told me to follow her to another room. This room was next to the bondage room. I followed her into the room. She opened the door and asked how I liked my new bedroom. With the gag in, I could not answer, but she had obliviously thought this out completely. There was a single bed in the middle of a small room that had straps and cuffs at numerous places on it. The room had been painted pink. The closet did not have a door, but I could see several corsets on hangers and also several black and several pink latex maids’ uniforms. There was also several latex catsuits. On the floor of the closet were four pairs of identical 6” locking pumps. There was a lingerie chest in the corner. She said it contained all of the rest of my clothes along with my bras, panties and hose. Mistress said that I would be wearing latex at all times in the house but there were also a couple of outfits of regular clothes in case she needed me to go some place with her. There was a bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. On the countertop was a whole selection of make-up. On the wall was a large picture of Mistress lying on a bed in lingerie. She said that this would be where I would now be sleeping. She said that she couldn’t have the “help” sleeping in the house with the boss. That presented the wrong image. I thought to myself that it presented the wrong image to whom. I never went out of the house and she was always gone. Besides, we had three empty bedrooms upstairs plus the small bedroom that I had moved into earlier. She told me that I was no longer allowed into her bedroom or bathroom except to clean up when she was not there. With the gag in my mouth all I could do was look at her. She told me to lie face down on the bed. She strapped me down so that my ass was sticking up in the air. She said that it was now time for her to take control of the rest of my body. She went over to the lingerie chest bottom drawer. She turned around holding a huge butt plug with a hose attached to it. I had worn a butt plug on and off since she started my transformation but nothing even close to the size of this one. She said that unlike the corset, where I would be working down in size, that with the butt plug I would be working up in size. I would be wearing a butt plug at all times, day and night. It would be removed for a short time each morning so that I could be given an enema. I would be allowed to pee at any time during the day as long as it did not disrupt my duties. She laughed and said that she wasn’t sure how I would be able to get my uniform off by myself so that I had better only sip my water. She lubed up the butt plug and pushed it until it finally slipped in. It took a moment for me to catch my breath. I felt like I could feel the butt plug up into my stomach. I lay there trying to get acclimated to the feeling of my asshole all stretched out. Then I heard her start pumping up the butt plug, she stopped just before I thought that I was going to explode. Mistress detached the tubes and then undid the straps holding me down and had me flip over onto my back. I was still trying to catch my breath when she re-secured me to the bed.
She took out her key to my CB-2000 and unlocked it and pulled it off and put it in the trash. I had been out of the chastity belt only one time since my penis piercing had healed up. That time Mistress had put the punishment hood on me. That had been almost a year ago and I had not an orgasm since before that. An occasional wet dream was my only sexual relief and I had not even had one of those in several months. Next she took out a new chastity belt. This one looked quite a bit different than the CB-2000. She told me that she had done quite a bit of research on the internet looking for just the right chastity belt. She said that this was the one that I had been fitted for the night she took me out in the punishment hood. She said that most chastity belts were made to be removable and that the choices for the permanent ones were very limited. I looked into her eyes as I thought “permanent, no I didn’t want this, I know that I haven’t had a real orgasm in a year and a half but I never thought about never having another one”. She said that this one was made of perforated titanium-carbide and covered with a special coating. It has no locks but rather is fitted on and there are catches inside that connect together. Once the three pieces connect, microcapsules of epoxy break open sealing the pieces together. Since the outside is titanium-carbide which can’t be cut and the epoxy is on the inside with no way to get to it. The belt is on permanently. She laughed and said that it was kind of funny how the belts that are put on and taken off repeatedly are inexpensive and that the belts that are put on once are so expensive. With that I felt her remove my PA ring. I felt her slide a new ring into its former place. She told me that this new ring would interlock with the belt ensuring a permanent connection. With this connection it wouldn’t matter if I lost weight or anything, I would never be able to remove the belt without injuring myself. I felt her massage my penis into its final home. She made some adjustments with the waist belt and then told me to say goodbye and I felt a small amount of pressure as she pushed the PA ring through a slot in the front plate. She then pushed the first two pieces together. She reached over and grabbed the other piece and pushed that piece together with each of the other two pieces. I heard a click and that was it. I was now locked permanently into a chastity belt. Somehow, even with all that Mistress had done to me this caught me by surprise. She then said “one more thing.” She told me that she was going to attach the butt plug to the chastity belt. She said that the butt plug locked in but that it was key locked and not permanent. She laughed and said that she was locking it in because she didn’t want it slipping out, all the while knowing that it would have been impossible to get the butt plug out without deflating it. She said that today was the first day of my new life. She unbuckled me and had me stand up. I could feel the butt plug deep in my ass. I had trouble standing as it felt like my ass was split open. I think at this point I was numb from the total experience and was unable to put up any resistance regardless of what she was doing to me. The chastity belt compressed my genitals somewhat. I looked at myself in the mirror. With the chastity belt on it was no longer clear what sex I was, it was even more unclear when I looked at my breasts. Mistress had me step into the corset and eased it up over my hips. She had me step up onto a box and grab the bar over my head. She strapped my hands to the bar. She then attached my ankles to the box on the floor. She began tightening the laces. She pushed a button on the wall and the bar began to slowly rise upward. She held the button until I was completely stretched out. The box was attached to the floor. I now just hung there. This made it easy for her to apply pressure as she laced the corset up. The corset felt like it was crushing my ribs. I could barely breath with my 40FFFs encased in the corset. My ribs were still sore from the day before. After she had the corset on me and had secured the locks, she slowly lowered me and then released me from the straps. She then had me step into some latex panties. She handed me some latex hose and told me to put them on. I could barely reach my toes since I could not bend at the waist. I finally got them on. She went to the closet and got one of the latex maids uniforms out. She helped me put it on. She then went back to the closet and got a pair of the 6” pumps with locking straps. She slipped them on me and clicked the locks shut. She helped me stand up and led me into my bathroom. She had me sit on the vanity bench. She had me work on my make-up for about 20 minutes. She reached into the bathroom closet and pulled out a wig and put it on me. She then clipped the little maid’s hat into the wig. She then went back into the bedroom and got the collar. She put it around my neck. It forced my head up straight. I could not look side to side without turning my whole body. I could not bend over at the waist due to the extreme squeezing of the corset and the pressure of the butt plug. As I stood there looking in the mirror with Mistress standing behind me admiring her finished project, Mistress told me that I was now physically finished. This would be how I would look every day when I served her and did my work around the house. This was not up for discussion so I would be wearing the gag during all waking hours. I was there to serve not to talk. I would have the gag removed for ten minutes three times a day when I ate. I would be eating in the laundry room at a small table she had placed in there. It wouldn’t be right for servants to eat at Mistress’s table. After my duties were completed at the end of the evening I would be taken to my new room, undressed, put into my night corset and secured for the night. The next morning at 5:30, I would be awakened and the day would start again. Each and every day there would be a list of duties in the kitchen that I was to complete, also there would be Mistress’s schedule explaining requirements for massages, any special foods she wanted cooked, etc. There would also be a calendar on the refrigerator with the week’s special events. It would note if Mistress would be gone on vacation or if any special guests would be dining in. “Dining in” I thought to myself, I don’t want anyone to see me like this.
Mistress looked in the mirror at me and smiled. She asked if I was proud of her and happy with the final results. Although I was puzzled, I nodded slightly. She said that she thought I would be. She said that she thought that during this process she would chicken out too. She told me that she had taken a lot of notes during our fantasy sessions and planned this out meticulously. She told me that she thought that now she had fulfilled all of the fantasies that I had told her about and that I would be able to live my fantasy life. I thought to myself that she could not be serious; I had exaggerated all that stuff for her. All I had wanted was a little fantasy stuff, certainly nothing like this. She told me that now I could live my fantasy life forever. She told me that she had done everything she could permanently so that she wouldn’t back out at some point and because this was how I had detailed it to her. She told me that she had added some things and hoped that these additions were okay. All I could do was nod. She told me that at first, it seemed odd to her that I would want to live a life of permanent chastity when I could be having sex with her all the time. She said that it seemed even more unusual to her that I would want the body modifications done that I had described to her. She said that she thought that the body modifications and the restrictive clothing that I would wear all the time would be really uncomfortable. Ultimately, I would never be able to leave the house, but I must have known and wanted this. I would spend all my time doing all the housework and serving her and whomever lived there, but if that was what made me happy she was okay with it. She told me that she remembered our conversations about how you can’t choose what turns you on, it just does. Once I had clarified for her what turned me on and she realized that I didn’t have any control over it, she was able to not think about it as being weird. Mistress said that several times early in the process she had hoped that I would stop the ordeal and just grab her and have sex with her, but she knew that I could never overpower my ultimate fantasy. In the end, I was the one who was going to live with the results. Besides, that meant she wouldn’t have to hire a cleaning service. She told me that if I had not reconfirmed my desire for this kind of life every time I had an orgasm with her that she wouldn’t have believed it. She told me that she remembered that I had told her that one of us would have to get a job to keep from driving the other crazy. She laughed and said that she had gotten me a full time job.
She said that she thought that it must be very uncomfortable with my ass all stretched out, compressed into the corset, wearing that hot latex maid’s uniform and wearing those 6” pumps, but that is was I had asked for. Besides, she thought it was a true test of my devotion to her to have allowed her to do all of this to me, I could have stopped her at any point in the process but had not. I thought to myself that she was correct. Maybe this was what I really wanted; I had protested a couple of times but had never even thought of stopping her. She told me that she had tried my shoes on one night and couldn’t even walk. She told me that she added the gag so I would never try to talk her out doing anything. Besides, if I wanted a life of total servitude I would need to be told to do everything, so I wouldn’t really need to talk. She guessed that my jaw would be sore for the first few weeks but that I would adjust to it. She told me that she added the collar because it added a nice touch; it made me look like I was always at attention. She said that she didn’t know if I remembered any of her fantasy since I had been so busy with mine, but she wanted something much simpler. It was really just a life of leisure; she hadn’t really planned all the details out like I had with my fantasy. She told me that I was always very detail oriented and that’s why she kept asking me for details so she could write them all down. She told me that at first our two fantasies meshed together. I wanted a life of servitude and devotion to her and she certainly enjoyed being served and wanted to have a life of leisure. But when she finally determined all of the requirements of keeping me in total servitude, then she realized that it clashed with her fantasy. Just like this morning, how could I be ready to serve her in the morning with all the help I would need to be in a position of total servitude, if she slept in and didn’t help me get ready. Then it finally came to her. She would have someone oversee me. That would free up all of her time or responsibility. I would still be able to serve her but she wouldn’t have to be there to prepare me or supervise. This way she could concentrate on her life of leisure. She told me that she decided that it would take three people to provide almost around the clock supervision.
She led me upstairs to meet her new houseguests. Walking up the steps was almost impossible, I could not see my feet and I could already feel the extreme stretching in my calves. She led me into the family room. She introduced the three woman seated on the couch watching TV. Mistress introduced the women, Patti had short straight black hair, and she seemed somewhat tall but was a little shorter than Mistress and was slightly plump. She had her septum pierced like mine only she could take her ring out. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Next was Beth she had medium length curly light brown hair pulled back, she had several piercings in her ears. I got the feeling the she could be mean if she wanted to be. She had on a short leather skirt and a tank top. Finally, was Christy; she seemed shorter than the other two women. She had very short bleached blonde hair. She had several visible tattoos. These women will help you fulfill and maintain your fantasy life. They will unbind you in the morning, dress you and get you ready for your duties. They will be here to make sure that you do all of your duties and they will put you to bed each night. I have invited them to stay with me and supervise you. Since there are three of them, they will work out a schedule so that someone will be here almost all the time. You will do whatever they tell you to do. You may remember them from the tattoo and piercing parlor. They are also free to add to your tattoo or piercing collection. Part of your duties will be to make sure that their rooms are cleaned, their laundry done and cook for them whenever they wish. This is where your cosmetology training will finally be used. You will also provide hair and nail service for them whenever they wish. Mistress told me that she didn’t have to ask twice if they wanted to stay when she told them about me and that I would take care of all the cooking and cleaning for them. She told them that this was my fantasy life and that anything they could do to increase my servitude was welcome. They would also make full use of the bondage room per the schedule and whenever they felt it necessary. She told me to go get lunch ready. As I wobbled into the kitchen, I heard them laugh and one of them ask why I would ever want to live like this. With the collar and the corset on, I could barely move my head or bend at the waist. To reach in the lower cupboards I had to bend at the hips and look straight ahead. This, of course, threw my balance off and I had to hold on to something to keep from falling over. It also felt like it was pushing the butt plug in even further. On the cupboard I found a note about what to fix for lunch. In the refrigerator was the pizza I was to heat up. While it cooked in the oven, I fixed the salads. I fixed the table and then put the salads by the plates and finally set the pizza in the center of the table. I got glasses out of the cupboard, filled them with ice and diet coke. I then waited until they came in and sat down and ate. I stood by the table and got them refills or additional napkins or anything they needed. No one even acknowledged my presence. When they were finished, they got up and went back in to watch TV and talk. As the women left, Patti told me to throw the rest of the lunch out. I had almost finished cleaning up the kitchen when Beth came in and removed a package from the refrigerator. She got a glass of water and told me to follow her to the laundry room. We went into the Laundry room and just as Mistress said, there was a small table with one chair. There were also four or five large bags of laundry, which were stacked on the floor. She told me to sit down. She pulled out a key and unlocked my gag. She told me that I had ten minutes and left locking the door. I opened the bag and found a bologna sandwich on white bread. I ate as fast as I could knowing my time was running out. I was only able to eat small bites with the corset as tight as it was. Why didn’t I get the left over pizza and salad? Mistress knows that I don’t like bologna especially plain on white bread. In just a minute I heard the door lock click and Beth came in and told me that my time was up. She pushed the gag back in place and locked it. She then went back into the TV room. I cleaned up my lunch and then went in to finish the kitchen. When I finished I looked on the countertop and saw that the day’s list of duties had been left for me. The first thing on the list was laundry. I went back to the laundry room and began opening the bags of laundry. It was oblivious that none of the women had done any laundry in several weeks. I was still in the laundry room folding and ironing when Patti told me that I was going to have to hurry to get dinner done on time. As quickly as I could, I went back into the kitchen. It was 5:15; I had been on my feet doing laundry for almost 5 hours. Tonight’s menu item was steak, baked potatoes and salad. I found the steak in the refrigerator and went outside and turned on the grille. I preheated the oven then started on the salads. The latex maid’s uniform along with the stress of the corset, butt plug, gag and hurrying had me sweating profusely. I set the table and finished getting everything ready just as they came to sit down at the table. Once again they talked, ate and finally got up and left the room without acknowledging me. I cleaned up the kitchen. I saved the left over steak, extra baked potato and rebagged the small amount of salad. Patti came back in just as I was going to put the leftovers in the refrigerator. She laughed and threw everything but the baked potato into the trash. She told me that I would never be able to get into the next size smaller corset unless I started losing some weight. She reached into the refrigerator and pulled out an apple. She got me a glass of water and motioned for me to follow her into the laundry room. She put the plain baked potato, the apple and the glass of water on the table. She pulled the key from her pocket and unlocked the gag. She said that I had ten minutes and left and locked the door. The potato was really dry with nothing on it. I ate as much as I could and then ate the apple. Patti came back in and relocked the gag in place. 
I quickly got back to work on the laundry. I finally finished all of it. Then I started taking it upstairs to put it away. Walking up the stairs in 6” heels with my collar on, I could not see my feet. I had no idea who had moved into which room or whose laundry was whose. With the gag in place I couldn’t ask any questions. I made numerous trips up and down the stairs carrying laundry. On one of the trips, the woman named Christy was in her room and directed whose laundry went where. I put Mistress’s laundry away in her dresser. I started picking up all the clothes on the floor and then I made her bed. I went back down to the kitchen and started the next item on the list. By the time I had finished most of the items it was almost midnight. Patti came into the kitchen and told me that it was time for bed. I followed her through the family room, which was now dark; I guess everyone had already gone to bed. We went down to the basement to my new bedroom. She unlocked my collar and then my shoes. She helped me out of my maid’s dress and gauntlets, then unlocked and unlaced my corset and pulled off my wig. I took off the latex hose and finally the panties. She unlocked the gag and pulled it off. She told me to go wash my face, brush my teeth and go to the bathroom. I was hoping that she was going to remove my butt plug but that was not the case. When I finished in the bathroom, I walked back into my bedroom. She held in her hands my night corset. I stepped into the corset and leaned over the bed. Patti pulled the laces as tight as she could. This corset was not as restrictive as the day corset but still wasn’t comfortable. She told me to sit down on the edge of the bed. She pulled a punishment hood out of the closet and put it over my head. I could not see or hear anything at that point. She laid me down onto the bed and I felt her strap my arms and legs to the corners of the bed. I then felt several straps across my body. One of the straps was run through my nipple rings. Finally, I believe a blanket covered me. Even with my arms and legs stretched out, a corset on, my head covered, I could still feel the butt plug buried in my ass and my feet and calves hurt from wearing the 6” pumps all day. I had trouble getting comfortable and all I could do was think about the day’s events. I wondered to myself why I had been strapped down to the bed; I certainly wasn’t going to sneak out. At some point out of sheer exhaustion I finally fell asleep.
It seemed like I had just fallen asleep when I felt my straps being undone. The hood was removed and the corset was removed. I had no idea what time it was but the light in the room was blinding. My arms were very stiff from being locked over my head all night. I could now see that it was Beth that had released me. She had me bend over and she unlocked the butt plug from the chastity belt. She told me to take it out, go to the bathroom and clean it off and bring it back when I was done with my shower. She told me to take a shower and put my make-up on. I went into the bathroom and pulled out the buttplug to go to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, dried off and did as good a job as I could on my make-up. Beth sat on the bed and watched the whole time. She finally came over and said that I had missed a few spots. A couple minutes later, I looked in the mirror to see what she had filled in. As usual my eyes were very dark, the rest of my make-up was too heavy and she had over done my already tattooed lips with extra liner. She pushed the gag into my mouth and locked the strap. Beth had me bend over the countertop. She lubed up the butt plug and then pushed it into my ass. My ass was already sore from having the butt plug in the day before. Already though, instead of fighting the butt plug, my ass welcomed the plug back into place as if it belonged there. She led me into the bedroom where there was a latex catsuit on the bed. She first helped me into my corset. She also used the overhead bar to stretch me out to allow her to get the corset as tight as possible. She had me put some latex socks on first. It was a real effort to get the catsuit on. The catsuit was heavy latex that covered me from my ankles up to my neck with the zipper in the back. It also had long sleeves. She had me step into my 6” pumps and snapped the locks closed. She then went over to my dresser and came back with a latex punishment hood. She placed the hood over my head and adjusted it until she had it the way she wanted it and then laced up the back. Beth grabbed an inflatable butterfly gag and pushed it into my mouth, she locked it in the back and then pumped it up a couple of times. She then detached the hose. Finally, she strapped the collar on and snapped the lock shut. Beth led me over to the mirror. The only two openings of any size in the punishment hood were the eyeholes. There were nose holes to breath out of and small perforations over the ears. Other than my hands, which had long painted nails and my eyes, which she had made up. I was totally covered in latex. The corset shrank my waist and pushed my breasts out. This image along with the fact that the permanent chastity belt compressed my genitals, you really could not tell that I was a male. She followed me upstairs. I went to the kitchen and Beth went back to bed. I looked at the clock it was 6:15am. I looked over my list for the day. Breakfast was to be ready at 8:00am. I started mopping the kitchen floor, and then I dusted the dining room. I fixed breakfast for everyone. The women came down one at a time and ate and then left to do their things or go back to bed. As I was cleaning up Beth came back into the kitchen and said that she forgot to tell me that a couple of days a week I would be fasting through breakfast and lunch. This served a couple of purposes. It meant that one of them would not have to bother with me during the day and it would also help me lose weight so that I could get into the smaller corset sooner. She said, as you might guess, when you are wearing the full catsuit it is too much trouble to get you out of it for just a few minutes to eat so those will be the fasting days. I knew that I was in for a long day. I went ahead and got started on the rest of the list of chores. I spent almost two hours rewashing and drying all of the china in the china cupboard. It was now time to fix lunch. My schedule showed that Mistress would not be eating lunch or dinner with us today so I set three place settings. The girls came, ate and left without saying a word to me. It was hard to watch them eat knowing that I wasn’t going to get even water until dinnertime. I cleaned up after lunch and then it was time to detail both of Mistress’s cars. It took almost three hours to wash and detail both cars. I was sweating immensely from all of the work and the latex didn’t breath at all. After I finished I went back inside and re-cleaned up the kitchen. Someone had fixed herself a snack and just left everything out on the counter when they were finished. I started another load of laundry and then started fixing dinner. I was actually excited about dinner since I hadn’t eaten all day. The women came in and had dinner, I stood at waiting and took care of everything they needed. When they were all finished I cleaned up the dishes. Patti came in just as I was finishing and said that it was dinnertime. She led me to the laundry room and removed my collar and then unlaced the latex hood. Then unlocked my gag. I had to massage my jaw as it had locked into an open position. Patti went back into the kitchen and came back with a bowl of soup and a biscuit and a glass of water.
I was very hungry, thirsty and happy to finally sit down. I quickly ate and had just finished the small amount of food when Patti came back in. She put the hood back over my head. She laced it tightly and then snapped the collar back on and then strapped the gag back in place. She told me to clean up my mess and then to meet her in her room. I cleaned up and then went up to her room and knocked. She told me to come in, she had her nail polish and accessories all set up on a table. She told me that she wanted her fingernails and toenails done. About an hour later she was finished and I went back downstairs to try to finish my list. I folded the remainder of the laundry and started ironing. Later in the evening, Christy came and told me that it was time for bed. As I followed her through the kitchen, I noticed that it was after midnight.
Christy led me back down to the basement to my bedroom. She unlocked my collar and then unlaced the punishment hood. She unlocked the gag and pulled it out. Then she unlocked and unbuckled my shoes. She had to help me out of the catsuit. I had obliviously sweated in it, she told me that she would make sure that one of my duties for tomorrow was to wipe it down and then re-powder it. Christy then unlocked my corset and then undid the lacings. The corset fell to the floor and I stepped out of it. I then went to go wash my face, brush my teeth and go to the bathroom. Although my ass was bothering me I knew that the butt plug wasn’t coming out. In a weird way I told myself that I would be glad when I had gotten used to the butt plug and it didn’t bother me. When I finished in the bathroom, I walked back into my bedroom. Christy handed me the night corset. I stepped into the corset and leaned over the bed. Christy pulled the laces as tight as she could; she was able to get it tighter than Patti. She pulled a punishment hood out of the closet and I sat down so that she could get it on me without effort. She put it over my head. I could not see or hear anything at that point. She laid me down onto the bed and just as the night before with Patti, I felt her strap my arms and legs to the corners of the bed. I then felt several straps across my body. Finally, a blanket covered me. Different than the previous night when I couldn’t fall asleep, I was asleep within minutes.
It was very disorienting to sleep in a punishment hood; with no sense of sight or hearing you have no sense of time. I felt my straps being undone but could not tell if I was actually feeling it or was just imagining it. I was pulled up to a sitting position and then felt the laces on my hood being loosened. I had to assume that Beth must be a morning person as it was her to release me again.
Already we both knew the routine, I bent over and she unlocked the butt plug from the chastity belt. I went in and went to the bathroom. My ass was already adjusting to the butt plug and felt empty without it place. I took a shower; this was also the first time that I took a minute to examine the chastity belt. I pulled and pushed but Mistress was right it was on permanently. I dried off and then did my make-up. I put my make-up on much heavier than the two previous days, when I came out Beth looked at me and smiled as if I were starting to catch on. She handed me the gag and I put it in. She locked the strap in the back. I handed her the cleaned butt plug and then bent over the countertop. She lubed it up and pushed it home and locked it in place. I followed her over to where the overhead bar was located. She handed me my corset and I stepped into it. She put the straps over my wrists, I stepped onto the box and she attached my wrists to the bar. Next she pushed the box out from under me and started lacing. Beth was able to lace very tightly and when she was finished the compression once again made movement very difficult. Beth went and got a pink latex maid’s uniform out of my closet. As uncomfortable as the uniform was, I was happy to see it as opposed to the latex catsuit. She handed me the latex tights and I inched them up my legs until I had them on. She then helped me into the Maid’s uniform. After I had it on she brought me my pair of pumps and I put them on and locked them myself. Beth then brought out my wig for the day and put it on me and then adjusted it so that it looked correct. Finally, Beth handed me pink gauntlets to put on to complete the outfit. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I made some adjustments to the maid’s uniform to help it fit better. Finally, she handed me the collar and I put it on and then she snapped the lock shut. She headed back up stairs and I followed. I went to the kitchen and like the mornings before, Beth went back to bed. My list was lying on the countertop. Time for me to get started, I started on the new pile of laundry. I knew that I had a good three hours of ironing already from the night before without anything new added. Since I was doing the laundry and ironing, the girls had decided that they liked everything ironed. At about 7:15, I took a break to fix breakfast for everyone. As required, breakfast was ready promptly at 8:00. The girls wandered down for breakfast over the next hour. While they ate I was in the laundry room trying to catch up. I also washed and re-powered my catsuit from the day before. Whenever they needed anything they would call for me and I would come take care of their request. I was very happy to see Mistress today; she on the other hand did not even acknowledge my presence except when she wanted something. After they had all had breakfast and left, I started cleaning up. Soon Christy came down and led me into the laundry room to eat. She put the plate of oatmeal and glass of juice in front of me and unlocked the gag. I quickly ate and was waiting when she unlocked the door. She pushed the gag back in place and locked the lock. I finished cleaning the kitchen and then went upstairs to make the beds and straighten up. 
I noticed several suitcases outside of Mistress’s bedroom. She stepped out and told me to put them in the car. I took them down and put them in the trunk of the Mercedes. I finished making all of the beds, grabbed all of the dirty clothes from the floor and took them downstairs to start another load of laundry. I decided to vacuum the family room first then finish the ironing.
Mistress came down and handed me a piece of paper. It was a petition from the court concerning our trust. I read the letter. It said that I was asking for the trust to be put into her name only, removing me from any contact or access to the money. It meant she would have control of all the trust’s money and I would have nothing. She told me that I had already done the same with the house and the rest of our assets. She said that I had signed those away right at the start when I thought I signed the contract for the agreement about the car. She laughed and said that I must have missed the court dates for the turn over if I wanted to protest somehow. The court date for the trust was today. I would need to be in court at 2:00pm to prevent the court from transferring the trust to her name. Mistress looked at me and told me to go if I wanted too. As I stood there I thought to myself that I had no keys to a car, I had no money for a cab or a bus and besides I really could not go dressed like I was. I did not want anyone to see me like this. With the gag locked in place I would not be able to say anything. It was if Mistress was reading my mind. She said that she didn’t think I would be going either. She handed me a pen and I signed the petition realizing that she had planned all of this out and I had blindly followed along. I also knew that I no longer had any way of stopping her from doing anything anymore.
“One more thing before I go” Mistress said. I think I have fulfilled every fantasy of total servitude for you but I thought of one more thing that works for both of us. Mistress led me into the family room where a man was sitting on the couch with his back to me. “Oh God” I thought, it was John, a guy from my former place of work who I had beaten out to become partner. He and I had been good friends until the promotion came up. He was very bitter about the fact that I got the promotion over him and told me about quite a few times. I had not seen him in a year and a half since I had quit. Other than talking with him on the phone after we first won the lottery, Mistress had all of the conversations with him about our finances. I now realized that she had planned this right from the start. He got up and kissed Mistress and then asked her whom I was. He didn’t recognize me. Mistress sat down next to John and held his hand. She laughed and asked John if he was sure that he didn’t recognize the maid. He looked again and said that he didn’t. Mistress asked him if he remembered the guy who got his partnership position at work. He said sure and got up to get a closer look at me. When he finally recognized me, he laughed and asked her what was going on? Mistress told him that I was her full time house servant. House servant, I thought, what was she talking about? John looked at me again and then smiled, I thought you told me that he had left to start a new life and was totally devoted to his new calling. Mistress said that’s right. He has started a new life and is totally devoted, devoted to serving me. He smiled and told Mistress how ironic it was about the situation. He had gotten my position at work when I quit and now was taking my position at home. He had worked for me at work and now I would be working for him. John asked what she called me, she answered that she normally called me “PMS”. I stood there for the next 45 minutes while Mistress told John about my fantasy life and about the last eighteen months she had spent fulfilling it. Mistress also told me that after winning the lottery she had contacted John to help her gain control of all of our assets and the trust. Mistress said that she had told John that I was no longer in a position to handle the finances and because of the rift between John and I he was more than willing to help relieve me of the money. That is when she also had begun her new relationship with him. She told me that she had always had an interest in John and that now because of my fantasy she was able to pursue it. John said he thought this was great. He had been having sex with Mistress for almost the past year and a half while I had been locked up and transformed into her servant. He asked how could anyone want to be permanently locked up and live in total servitude instead of making love to her. She told him that it was part of my desire for total devotion to her and that I had asked her repeatedly for it, in fact, listen to him beg me for this. With that she pulled out a small pocket recorder and hit play. It was me on the tape and I was begging her to enslave me just as she had explained a few minutes ago. Of course at the time I was on the edge of orgasm and thought that this was what she wanted to hear to excite her. He laughed and said that if this was my choice, then I had gotten what I wanted and he certainly didn’t want to stop it. He asked her if I would continue to serve her after they got back. Mistress assured him that I would not only serve her but also in fact serve them, forever. It was my total desire. Mistress reiterated that I had not had an orgasm in a year and a half. Now with the chastity belt on permanently, my days of having sex were over forever. Mistress also told John that she had started me on female hormones almost a year ago and that even without the chastity belt on she doubted that I could even have sex if my life depended on it. I was not even aware of the fact that I had been taking the hormones. Now that I thought about it, she was right, I couldn’t remember the last time I felt my penis trying to get hard. John asked her if I was allowed to service her pussy anymore? She told him that I was not even allowed to see her naked anymore. She told John that she had read though her notes and listened to the recordings several times to make sure that she understood my fantasy about the sex part of our future relationship. I had stated repeatedly that I wanted to be put into a chastity belt permanently and not be allowed to ever have an orgasm. I had also stated several times that I wanted Mistress to have orgasms as frequently as she wanted. I had never indicated that I was to be the one to give Mistress all or even any of those orgasms. Mistress told John that I must have not thought it was an important part of my fantasy if I serviced her pussy, only that her pussy was serviced to her satisfaction. “Once again,” Mistress told John, “a sign of total devotion and servitude.” Mistress told him that she thought about allowing me to lick her pussy each year on my birthday just so that I would remember what I was missing, but it was his decision. John thought for a moment and said that as long it was only one time a year it would be okay. In fact, he said the more he thought about it he would like to contribute to my birthday present. He told Mistress that before I would be allowed to lick her that he would shoot a big load into her pussy for me to eat. John laughed and said that instead of having cake on my birthday, I would have pie, creampie. After all, it was now his pussy and he was the man of the house. Mistress said she thought that was a great idea. 
Mistress said that she and John were going to the Virgin Islands for a couple of weeks. It was kind of an early honeymoon. The girls would take care of me. Mistress told me to go into the kitchen and that she would be in to say goodbye in a minute. I went into the kitchen and stood there stunned by the recent events. I did not know what to think. In a few minutes, Mistress came in and handed me several pieces of paper and had me read them. The first was a power of attorney. She said that once I signed it she would have total control of any decision concerning me. The second was a petition acknowledging my current status. It stated that I had asked Mistress to modify my body by way of implants and piercings. It also stated that I had asked Mistress to prevent me from having any orgasms by means of a permanent chastity device. That it was my desire to serve her in a servant capacity only. It also said that I would never hold any of the activities mentioned against her in any way. She told me to sign it completing my journey into total servitude. I would have no money and would be totally dependent on her for food and a place to live. With the things that she had done to my body I would not be able to go out in public and get a job. She told me that I would always have a place to live and serve. By taking the trust, it would put me in a position of total dependence on her, thus insuring total servitude and fulfilling my fantasy completely. Mistress told me that since I could no longer function as both a husband and as a servant to her in the traditional sense and that she knew that my desire was to be her servant first and foremost, that she decided to do this. I would be her husband in the legal sense only. If I did not want to sign it, she said she would take me to court and divorce me. She told me that she knew about and had proof that I had screwed around on her earlier in our marriage and would end up getting everything anyway. She asked me if I remembered specifically what she had told me about if I was ever unfaithful to her. I nodded that I did not. She reminded me that she said she would end up taking everything from me, and finally, that I would pay for being unfaithful forever. She explained, that when she said that she would take everything that she meant everything. She said that she would make sure that I never had sex with anyone. She explained that I would spend every moment from now on paying for my unfaithfulness and serving her. She thought that it would be very interesting for me to show up in court to contest a divorce. Also she would kick me out of the house immediately if I wanted to contest.
Since her fantasy was a life of total leisure she went ahead and was planning on John basically taking my place so she would have someone to share her life of leisure. She said that she would not be divorcing me. She was just changing my status in the house. She told me that she was also quite happy that John was so receptive in helping to fulfill my life of servitude. In fact, John had just told her that he was already thinking of things he could do to help to increase my level of servitude for them. I stared at the petitions for a moment then signed them and handed them back to Mistress. I continued vacuuming the family room realizing that I had been totally defeated. Mistress had planned this whole transformation out as a penance for my screwing around on her and now I was going to pay for it forever. Just before John and Mistress got in the car and left on vacation, John came in and threw me the keys to his car. He told me to have it cleaned and detailed before they got back. I looked down at the keys and realized that they were the keys to what used to be my Porsche. 

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