My friends Scott and Kim are a delightfully kinky couple, who have a dungeon in their basement and frequently host BDSM role-play parties. They are both in their mid fifties. Scott is a well built muscular man, about 6'2", 200#, with a hairy body and a full beard. He wears his salt and pepper hair slicked back. Kim is a very attractive woman, with a fit, lean, athletic body, large fake breasts and short blonde hair. They are both wonderful sadists, very dominant, although Kim does occasionally switch. When I am Stella, I wear a blonde wig, and lot's of make-up. I am about 5'10 and 170#. I am somewhat passable, although I am a bit muscular.
About a year ago, they approached me about playing their sissy maid. I eagerly accepted the offer. It was a role I was born to play. My character is a stupid sissy maid named Stella. Stella used to me a man, but got in some trouble, and had to sell himself to a group that turns men into obedient sissy servants. After extensive training, Scott and Kim purchased me, to become their sissy maid.
This story has scenes of bondage, degradation, humiliation and forced feminization. All acts described are completely safe and consensual fantasy role-play. I am a total masochist, and trust me, I enjoyed every second of ot.
My new master opened the back hatch of the Escalade, helped me out, then led me by my leash into the large, spacious house. Other than my collar, the only thing I had on was a pair of pink thong panties and a ball gag. I followed him into the kitchen where an attractive blonde woman was sitting, sipping on a glass of wine. "So this is it, huh?" The woman said, giving me a disgusted look.
"Yep." Master replied.
"It looks stupid." Mistress said, standing up and walking towards me.
"Well all sissies are stupid." Master chuckles.
"I suppose so." Mistress said with a sigh. She grabs my butt. "It does have a nice fat ass on it though."
"Yes it does. I thought you would like that."
Mistress pulled my caged cock out of my panties, and said, "Well this is pathetic. But it won't need it anyway."
"Nope."
"Get on the floor bitch!" Mistress orders. I obediently get on my knees. "No, assume the fuck me position. Show me your pussy." I put my face on the floor, stick my ass in the air, and spread my cheeks. Mistress pulls my thong aside, and examines my hole. "Well, slut, you have developed a little pussy haven't you? It looks well fucked.
My hole was well fucked. During training I was always plugged, and was fucked several times a day by various men, and stretched with large toys. My trainers believed that getting fucked constantly made a sissy forget that they were a man. It worked. I felt completely stripped of my manhood, and now only saw myself as a thing to be used.
"Well, should we take it downstairs?" Master asked.
"Definitely." Mistress replied. "This bitch needs to know who's in charge."
"Come on slut." Master said, tugging my leash. I crawl behind him to a door, then crawl down some stairs. We cross a room with a large bar, then he leads me to another door. I crawl inside, onto a concrete floor. I look around. The room is similar to the room where I was trained. Benches, a swing, chains on the wall, and a large bed with red sheets and a massive wooden headboard. "Stand up." Master commands. I obey. He pickes up a pair of black leather cuffs, and wraps them tightly around my wrists. Then he attached them to a chain dangling from the ceiling. Then he slaps me in the face. "Ready to learn your place bitch?" He asked, with a sadistic grin, giving one of my nipples a pinch. I winced in pain and he just laughed. "Oh did that hurt? Well that's nothing compared to what we're about to do to you."
