It is early evening and I am dressed in a cute French maid outfit awaiting the return of my beloved Master. The aroma of food cooking in the kitchen fills the room as I kneel before the front door. Hearing his key in the lock causes my heart to skip a beat and I shiver in anticipation of his entry. As instructed, I lower my face to four inches from the floor and tremble as I hear him walking towards me. Without saying a word, he slides his booted foot under my face and, as I have been ordered to do, I kiss its toe as a sign of my adoration and respect. He then replaces his left foot with his right one for the same oral worship. With his toe positioned under my chin, he slowly raises his foot slightly lifting my face up so he may view it.

Gazing down with a cruel smile on his face, he says, "Up my little sissy bitch, get me a drink." Without hesitation, I stand and move swiftly to the bar where I prepare my Master's favorite cocktail. I place it on a small tray and return to where he is now comfortably seated. Kneeling directly in front of him, I extend the tray to his easy reach saying, "Your drink, Sir.

I do hope that you enjoy it, my wonderful Master." He takes the glass in one hand while his other lifts my chin so that his strong hard eyes stare directly into my own, His dominating gaze makes any resistance to his will impossible. I can almost feel myself growing weaker with each passing second as his eyes consume me, striping me of all pride, and in its place planting an overpowering desire to serve and obey this man who holds me tightly with his eyes.

"You look very pretty tonight, my slutty whore. Yes, so sweet and demure in your black satin with white lace serving uniform. Well serve you will do, my little bitch. You can help me change into something more comfortable before dinner. Come along, you cock-sucking cunt", he says as he walks to his spacious bedroom with me scampering after him in my 4 inch heels.

He removes his jacket and lets it fall to the floor, knowing that it will be picked up and hung neatly in his large closet by me. Seating himself in a soft upholstered chair, he raises his left leg as he continues to sip his drink. Being a well trained slave, it is not necessary for him to tell me what to do. I grasp my Master's boot and pull it free from his foot.

Setting it down on the floor, he raises his other boot which I remove also. Next I stretch both hands under each of his trouser legs and pull his socks off his feet. He crosses his legs as he flexes his toes and, with a sly smile on his face says, "Lick your Master's feet and show him how much you adore him, my little sissy. Be sure to suck those toes nice and clean. Just pretend that they are ten little pricks and do your usual fine cock-sucking job. Yes, that feels real nice. That's right, I want to feel those slutty lips of yours sliding up and down each toe as well as your wet tongue licking and caressing them. Mmmmmmm, that feels just wonderful!! Would you believe that you are actually making them stiff with that talented mouth and tongue of yours?" After a while he re-crosses his legs and I repeat my toe sucking chores on his other foot.

"OK bitch, that's enough of that for awhile. You can continue to worship my feet after dinner. Unbutton my shirt and take it off". I move between my Master's knees and unbutton each of his cuffs and start to undo the front of his shirt, When halfway completed, he leans forward and cups each of my budding breasts in his large hands. He squeezes them rather gently at first and then more tightly saying, "Mmmm it looks like those hormone shots and pills that my Doctor friend prescribed are doing their work quite well. You seem to be developing a nice little set of titties. Yes indeed, I'll make a presentable slut out of you yet. Ha Ha Ha I can even feel your hard nipples through your dress and bra. How do they feel, honey?", he says as he pinches each one between his thumb and index finger. "Oh Master, you are hurting me!

They are so tender that they even hurt when they rub against my bra. Please Sir, don't pinch them so hard. Please Master, no more. It hurts so much"

But my pleas fall upon deaf ears as he continues to pinch my nipples and stretch my breasts out by pulling upon their tender buds. In a fit of pain , I make the mistake of pulling away from my Master's torturing fingers.

"You stupid cow", he shouts as he slaps me forcefully several times. How dare you move away from me when I am playing with your tits. When are you going to learn that you belong to me and that I GIVE THE ORDERS AROUND HERE and I'll do whatever I want and you had better take it OR ELSE!" With tears in my eyes and my head bowed I reply, " Yes Master, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disobey you. Please forgive me, Sir. Please play with my titties if you care to, Master" as I thrust my bosom to within his easy reach. "Oh no, you are not going to get away that easy, miss baby titties. And I have just the punishment device you deserve for your rudeness.", he says as he takes two jagged alligator clips from a small bag on the side of his chair. "Oh no, Master, please don't put those horrid things on my breasts. Please Sir, I won't defy you again. Plea......." "Shut that fucking mouth of yours bitch or I will make it even worse for you. Now pull down the front of your dress and bra so that I can attach these little suckers on those nice tender nipples of yours."

I stretch the bodice of my maids uniform down and lower the cups of my bra until they are under my small breasts. Leaning forward, I offer my naked breasts to my Master who proceeds to cup them in the palms of his hands while rubbing his thumbs against each nipple. "Yes indeed, you are really developing nicely, my sweet. They are so nice and firm and look at those ruby red nipples, just begging to feel these clips biting them", he says as he spreads the jaws of the clips and positions them around each nipple. I cannot help but moan as they bite fiercely into my tender flesh. I cannot help but scream in pain as he yanks the cups of my bra over my breasts, adding additional pressure to my burning and aching nipples.. "This should teach you a lesson you wont forget soon", he says as he again wraps his hands around each breast and squeezes them gently, thank goodness.

"Now finish undressing me and let's not have anymore of your nonsense, bitch". "Yes Sir", I reply as I continue to unbutton his shirt and unbuckle his belt as well as the top button of his trousers. I gently pull his shirt out of his trousers and then off his arms and body, neatly placing it on the floor beside me. Returning to the front of my Master's trousers, I carefully pull the zipper of his fly down revealing his brightly colored silk shorts which I had laundered and pressed only three days before. As he elevates his hips I tug his trousers down his legs. Next, with trembling hands I grip the waistband of my Master's silk shorts and gently pull them down until they rest at his feet on the floor.

Still on my knees before his naked strong body, I cannot help but stare at my Master's beautiful cock and balls. Almost unconsciously my tongue licks my shiny red lips as I desire so much to suck my Master's manly pride as a show of my fidelity to him. The tense silence is interrupted by his voice above me saying, "Not now, my little cocksucker. I'm hungry - so put away my clothes and finish preparing my dinner. MOVE bitch or I may not allow you to suck me off later and that would be a real shame for the both of us."

As he stands and moves to the bathroom to shower my eyes follow him and are actually transfixed upon his muscular back and legs and especially his round hard butt cheeks which he allows me to kiss and lick as a reward if I have pleased him in some way. I hurriedly pick up his clothes and hang them up in the closet. Before putting his shorts into the dirty clothes hamper, to be eventually laundered and pressed by myself, I bury my face in them. I deeply inhale the manly scent my Master has give them and reverently kiss them where they had rested against his cock and balls throughout the day. Returning to the kitchen, I start the final preparations of my Master's dinner, when suddenly I hear him call me and rush back to the bedroom..

"In here sissy. I need your expert assistance", he calls from the bathroom.. As I hurry through the door I see him standing naked in front of the open toilet. ""I need to piss and I thought I would give you the high honor of holding my dick as I do so. So kneel down and aim my prick at the bowl and you had better not miss it or I'll have you licking it off the floor all night. Now put your face right along side it so that you can aim it just like you would the barrel of a rifle." Realizing how unmanly such an act would be, I felt degraded and knew I was being shamed for just the amusement of my Master. Kneeling beside him, I grasp his dangling man meat and holding it gently, slowly raise it up. Moving my face towards it, I rest it against my cheek and sight down its thick shaft. Soon I feel it quiver and then see a fat stream of urine splashing loudly into the toilet bowl. After voiding his bladder, he turned slightly towards me and says, "And now be a nice sweet fag and lick my piss-hole nice and clean." I lean my head forward and began to lick his cock's slitted eye. Suddenly I feel both of his hands holding my head in position as several squirts of urine shoot into my mouth. "See what a loving Master I am. I even saved some of my golden nectar just for you. Ha Ha Ha Now get back to work. I'll be ready to eat shortly and my dinner had better be four star quality or you will certainly regret it."

I returned to the kitchen to complete my Master's meal preparation. As much as I would have liked to rinse my mouth to rid it of the sour-salty taste of my Master's piss, I would not dare to do so because that is a forbidden act.

One of my Master's rules is that when he deposits something in the mouth of a slave, it is a punishable offense for the slave to spit it out or even swallow it without permission. And so as I hurriedly completed the preparation of my Master's tasty dinner, I had to be "content" to savor the rancid aftertaste of his urine. I was so absorbed in my work that I was actually startled when suddenly I hear my Master's voice saying, "Aren't you done yet my prissy sissy?" as he reaches under my short skirt and pats my panty covered bottom. "In just a minute, Sir", I reply.

"Fix me another drink when you bring my dinner and you had better get that sassy ass of yours in gear. You are the slowest cook-bitch I have ever owned. Maybe this will help you to remember to work faster", he said as he lashed my upper thighs several times with the leather switch which was looped around his wrist. He then left the kitchen so quickly that I doubt he even heard my usual obsequious reply, "Yes, my Master".

I hurriedly mix a fresh drink and then load a serving tray with my Master's meal and carry it into the dining room. My Master is already seated in his usual massive chair at the head of the huge glass-top dinner table. As I unload the tray, I cannot help but notice through the clear table-top that my Master's silk robe is parted and since he is wearing nothing under it, his genitals are fully exposed. "It's about time bitch! That steak had better be done the way I like it or I'll grill that soft little ass of yours until it is really well done. Now put your arms behind your back so that I can cuff your wrists together. OK now you can just crawl under the table and put your neck into the holding stock." I drop to my knees and duck under the table moving toward where he is seated. As I approach him, he spreads his knees to allow me to position my neck in the half circle area that has been cut out of the front of his chair seat. He then reaches down and connects a short chain across the back of my neck which prevents me from moving my head back. With my chin resting on the chair seat, my head is truly trapped and all I can do is stare straight ahead at my Master's naked cock and balls, framed by his thick black pubic hair, resting comfortably on the seat only a few inches away. As I humbly kneel in this most servile position, my thoughts turn inward and I know that I am where I belong and furthermore where I most desired to be.

Gripping the base of his thick cock in his right hand, he slides his hips forward in the chair until his cockhead is touching my glossy red lips. "While I am enjoying my dinner, which you have prepared for me, I think it is only right that I return the favor by giving you something good to taste also. So open those pearly gates so that I can feed you my delicious hot tube steak. Now remember, little pussy-face, no chewing or for that matter, no sucking either. I just want to feel you petting and licking it with that slutty hot tongue of yours, making it feel welcome in that sweet hot fuck-hole you call a mouth." As I open my mouth to accept my Master's member, I can almost feel him looking down upon me through the glass table-top. All that I can see is his crotch and belly slowly moving closer to my rigidly held head. Still holding his flaccid cock in his hand, he thrusts it into my waiting open mouth. After releasing his hold, he continues to shift his body forward until his entire cock is buried in my mouth and his large hairy balls are resting against my chin.

Next I feel his strong muscular thighs start to close until they are actually squeezing my cheeks and ears. My nose furrows a thin path through my Master's curly black pubic hair and is crushed against the soft flesh of his lower stomach. I feel as if I am being suffocated in the tight confines of my Master's crotch and try to move back but the chain behind my neck holds me fast. There is no escape!

Unable to breath through my mouth which has been effectively cock-gagged, I struggle for life giving air with my nose even though it is buried in the wiry hairs of my Master's crotch. My desperate attempts to breath begin to excite my Master as I can feel his cock start to grow in both girth and length in its hot tight confines. Like a snake, it seems to slither deeper in my mouth and in seconds I feel its thick fleshy head wedge in my throat cutting off even the meager air I was able to breath through my nose. Unable to free myself or even beg for relief, I begin to panic and fear that I am going to be smothered to death. Just before I pass out from lack of air, I feel my Master move back slightly in his chair. I gasp for breath as his cock retreats from my throat. I cough repeatedly as I fill my lungs with air, thankful to be alive.

"Now calm down", I heard my Master say. "I just wanted to show you how vulnerable you are in your present position. If I ever wanted to, I could literally hug you to death and there is absolutely nothing you could do about it. So you had better treat my prick nicely or it will certainly make you suffer. Just stay calm and do your little "sissy thing" and everything will be just fine. And, if you are really a good little faggot, I'll see to it that it feeds you a nice rich creamy dessert later and you know how much you would love that -- wouldn't you slut?"

And so, for the next half hour, as my Master enjoys the fine dinner I had prepared, I lick his cock obediently and lovingly, knowing the consequences if I did not please him. By the time he finishes his meal, his cock is fully erect and its first four inches are practically floating in saliva as it lies on the soft surface of my tongue. Suddenly I feel my Master spread his thighs apart slightly and see his crotch move backwards, dragging his hard penis from my mouth until only the large mushroom shaped cockhead remains between my lips. Tilting my head slightly, I can see my Master's face through the table staring down at me. "My compliments to the cook, my little housewife whore, that was really quite good. You have earned the privilege of a little nourishment for all of your efforts. You see even my cock does not have all of the vitamins and minerals you need to keep your energy level high. And, I certainly y want you to be full of energy so that you can perform all those wonderful things that make me happy and thrill your submissive nature. Right? Since you can't eat by yourself, I will help you by feeding you your dinner. Aren't I just the kindest Master a slave could ask for?", he said sarcastically and with an evil grin on his face.

He then begins to cut the fat and gristle that he had already cut from his steak and the cold hard broccoli stems into small pieces. After combining these scraps with some dried-out mashed potatoes, he takes a large forkful of the mixture into his mouth and chews it well before spitting it back on his plate. After repeating the process several times, he then pushes it all together into a pasty mound in the center of his plate.

He next takes several mouthfuls of water and swishes them around in his mouth before spitting it back into his glass. Picking up a small portion of the "food" mound with his fingers, he transfers it to the palm of his other hand and then lowers it almost to his lap. With his other hand he draws his cock completely out of my mouth and proceeds to place in the palm of his other hand, directly on top of the already chewed pieces of food. "All right pussy, start foraging for your meat and potatoes. Just dig it out of there with your tongue and wolf it down. But you better not bite that meaty log on top of it or when I get done with you, all that you will have left in your mouth are your gums", he says chuckling to himself, enjoying his own humor. Each time I suck the "food" down, my Master drops more into the palm of his hand, sometimes even burying his cock in it. Again and again my tongue clears it away to be dutifully chewed and then swallowed. Several times during this feeding ritual, I am ordered to tilt my face up with my mouth opened wide, as my Master pours the water with which he has rinsed his mouth on my face and into my thirsty mouth.

After eating the entire mound, my Master slides all the way back in his chair and again stares down at my face. "Oh you are such a sloppy cunt. You have food smeared all over your face and even in your hair. Now we can't have you looking like that and disgracing your Master, can we?", he says, as he rubs his cock against my face and then tells me to lick the greasy crumbs off its oily surface.

After completing this task, he releases the chain from behind my neck, pushes his chair backwards, and stands up, As he reties his robe's sash and stretches his arms, he stares down at my still kneeling form and says, "What are you waiting for, bitch? Are you on vacation or something? Get that lazy ass of yours out of there and clean up this mess. AND I MEAN RIGHT NOW!" I crawl out from under the table and he unlocks my cuffs so that I am able to again use my hands. "Bring my coffee and brandy to the den before you start washing the dishes", he says casually over his shoulder as he leaves the dining room. Confident and sure of his control of me, he knows that no matter what he tells me to do, it will be done without any effort on his part other than asking.

I pour my Master's coffee and brandy and present to him on a tray from a kneeling position. "Put it on the table, bitch", he says without even looking at me from the sofa chair where it is comfortably seated reading a book. I return to my chores and clean up the dining room and kitchen until they shine and everything is back in order, I know too well the painful punishments he will inflict if he is not pleased with my housekeeping work. I only wish that he would not be so sloppy, but then why should he, since my purpose is to clean up any mess he causes. I shrug and think to myself, oh well I guess that is how it should be - a Master deserves to be served while a slave is only fit to serve.

I return to the den and drop a sissy curtsy to him saying, "Master, I have completed my chores. Is there anything I can do for you, Sir?" "There certainly is, you hot little whore! Take off that maid's outfit so I can see those pretty little titties and ass of yours and then you can give me a nice slow blow-job so as to earn your creamy cum pudding dessert."

As I kneel between his legs he pulls aside his robe to expose his already aroused cock, I tenderly circle its base with my fingers and commence to lick it from tip to root and back again, and again, and continuously again. While I labor at my degrading, but all so fitting, job, I can feel my Master pulling down my bra so that he may again play with my blossoming naked breasts. By this time my nipples had become numb, caused by the tight clips cutting off any blood from reaching them. Without even opening the jaws of the clips, he yanks them off each tortured nipple. It feels as if I am stabbed with a red hot knife when the blood rushes back. As I continue to lick and kiss my Master's mighty cock and balls, he squeezes my breasts; as I suck his cockhead and shaft, he pinches my delicate nipples; and as I move my sucking mouth up and down repeatedly with my tight hugging lips in order to pump his manly cum from his heavy laden balls, he pulls and stretches each breast by its nipple causing excruciating pain. An then when that supreme moment comes and his cock begins to shoot its hot slippery man cream deep in my mouth, I almost scream in pain as he pinches each nipple even tighter and pulls them toward him. I am unable to move an inch for fear that he might rip my nipples off completely and so must continue to suck and milk his dominating cock until it has spit all of its slime into my cunt-mouth.

After sucking my Master's cock clean and polishing it dry with my tongue, he tells me to pull up my bra but not to bother dressing in my maids uniform. "I love to watch you prancing around in just your cute little undies when serving me. Now get that cock-sucking mouth busy cleaning my feet and toes again." The rest of the evening is uneventful and generally consists of me fetching him more drinks, lighting his cigars, changing the TV channel and other mundane activities. However, he does allow me to watch a program with him as I knell on hands and knees in front of him so that he could rest his legs and feet upon my back.

When the nightly news comes on , he instructs me to leave and clean up his bedroom and bathroom. As I turn down the sheets of his opulent king size bed and clean the mess he has left in the bathroom, I keep thinking about how my Master never allows me to watch any news programs or even read any newspapers. Early in our relationship, he had told me that HE and HIS DOMAIN would comprise the total extent of my world. Newspapers were to be forbidden and when I was granted the privilege of watching TV, I would be allowed to only see soap operas, children programs, cooking shows, etc. Sometimes I was allowed to watch a quiz show with my Master which I suspect was only to embarrass me by showing how dumb I had become. The only magazines I was allowed to read were women's magazines such as Cosmopolitan, Women's Home Journal or those that dealt with female activities like sewing and make-up. In reality I did not have very much free time to myself as my household and personal duties assigned by my Master took up most of my time.

When I once complained about the fact that I didn't know what was happening in the world, my Master ordered me to kneel before him and said, "First of all you are too stupid to understand anything but the simplest of things. Your activities and thoughts must be solely directed to pleasing me, and everything else that happens in the world is none of your business. For example, if the United States lands a man on Mars it is of no importance to you. BUT making sure that my shorts are properly laundered and ironed without wrinkles, THAT is very important. If the State of California is destroyed by an earthquake, it should be of no concern to you. BUT if I tell you I want my dinner served at 9 PM, THAT should be your greatest concern.

If there is a Third World War, what difference should it make to a little sissy such as you - NOTHING because there is nothing you can do about it. BUT if my cock is hard and I want you to give me a blow-job, THAT is something you can do something about and you had better do it fast, neat, and clean if you know what's good for you. Now if your simple little mind still doesn't understand why whatever happens outside of my domain is not important for you to know, bitch, I'll take off my belt and have IT explain why on your sweet panty covered ass and thighs." End of discussion, I never brought it up again!

My reverie was suddenly broken when my Master entered the bedroom. I instantly drop to my knees as he walks past me, totally ignoring my presence. "I think I will read in bed before going to sleep. I'll attend to my own bathroom needs, so after dressing me in my pajamas, you may be excused for the evening, he says. I reply, "Yes, my Master" and rush to his dresser and remove a fresh pair of white silk pajamas that I had laundered and pressed that very morning. I assist my Master in removing his robe and, as always cannot help but admire his strong manly body as he stands proudly in his complete nakedness. I hold the silk pajama top open as he slips his arms through the sleeves and I pull it over his broad shoulders, Kneeling, I guide his feet through the matching pajama bottoms drawing them slowly up his strong hairy legs. I cannot help but look with admiration at my Master's long thick cock, as it hangs like a mighty pendulum between his strong thighs. I had no doubt that I knew every vein, nook, and cranny on this beautiful organ better than even its owner. As I bring his pajama bottom up to where they are level with the tip of his cock, I hesitate and look up at my Master's face. As if reading my mind, he smiles down at me and says, "OK you cock-sucking bitch, you have been pretty good today so you can have a little reward for your efforts. Just one kiss though, I have a big day tomorrow and need my rest. Happily I plant a wet juicy kiss upon the very tip of his cockhead before drawing the pajamas over his manly pride and button them around his waist.

Moving to the side of his bed, he sits down upon the soft mattress. Beckoning me to him with a curled finger and pointing to the floor in front of him, I move quickly and assume a kneeling position between his spread knees. "You may now say your nightly prayers". Tilting my head slightly up to make contact with his dominating eyes, I clasp my hands together and commence my nightly prayers to my Master, Ruler, and Owner.

"My Dearest Master and Supreme Ruler
I thank you for the care and protection you have given me today.
I pray that you were pleased with me and that I have brought you
pleasure and satisfaction.
I am grateful for your guidance and punishments when I stray from
the proper path of respectful obedience to you.
I hope that you will forgive me for my faults and promise to forever
improve my service to you.
I beg you to keep me as your sissy slave and that I will rededicate
my devotion to you with each breath I take.
I swear to always honor you above all else, obey you without
hesitation, and cherish you beyond life itself."

"You are welcome, bitch. Serve me my usual breakfast at 8:00 AM in the dining room. You are excused for the night unless I call you." "Yes Master", I reply as I crawl out of his bedroom, closing the door behind me. I rise and wearily walk to the end of the hall to a door marked prominently, MAIDS ROOM. This small windowless room had once been only a laundry room, but now in addition to a washer, dryer, mops, brooms, detergents and such, also contained a hard narrow cot, a small make-up table, dresser, and wardrobe, all of which were old, scratched, and discolored.

Because of the crowded condition of the room, it was easier to undress and slip into my nightgown in the hall. After splashing some water on my face, I then crawl onto my cot, and pull the string attached to the naked light bulb hanging over my head and the room is plunged into total darkness.

I must have just fallen asleep when I was startled fully awake by the loud buzzer attached to the wall next to the head of the cot. It is a signal that my Master wants me to come to him IMMEDIATELY. Furthermore, I must present myself within one minute from the time he presses the activating button or receive punishment demerits for each 15 seconds I am late. I jump from the cot and put on a pair of high heeled slippers, glance at myself in a large mirror attached to the door, quickly brush my hair so that it looks neat, and rush down the hall again. I compose my nerves outside my Master's bedroom door and then enter. At a pre-marked location on the deep carpeted floor, I spread the skirt of my nightgown, drop a deep curtsy, and while maintaining this humble posture say, "Yes, my Master. How may I serve you, Sir?"

"I just spoke to your Mistress and invited her over for dinner tomorrow night. She said she would be delighted to come and suggested that I also invite another couple with whom she and you are both acquainted - Jack and Gloria Barnet. Apparently she bumped into them unexpectedly this afternoon. As your Mistress tells it, you had not been one of their favorite people as they always thought you were rather snobbish and always looked down your nose at them. When your Mistress told them of your new slave status in my household, they begged her to let them see you. AND that is exactly what is going to happen tomorrow night. I bet they will just adore the NEW YOU serving dinner in your cute maid's uniform, flashing your silky red panties and forced to expose your teenage size titties. And yes, my little slut, we'll have to also give them a lovely demonstration of your new talents as a cocksucker, ass kisser, ball licker, cunt lapper, and fagy masturbater. Oh we are going to have such fun, aren't we my little sissy slut? HA HA HA!