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The night hadn't gone anything at all like what I had expected. Chaz, Darren, and I were supposed to be in and out of the Askew mansion in half an hour tops. Even with four floors, everything we were interested in was on the second floor or first. Easy to move electronics and the safe with all Madame Askew's jewelry. It should have been an easy-in and easy-out job. We'd done a hundred more just like it.
Only, we'd never run into anyone like Madame Askew before.
She was gorgeous, but in that super creepy way like a former Hollywood starlet turned recluse. Her staff was also breathtaking. When I spent the day working the grounds for her, I had met both of her maids, and both were simply beautiful women. As I had worked, Junko, a short Japanese girl in her early twenties, regularly brought me fresh water. The other maid, an equally short woman with lots of curly red hair pulled into a long ponytail, came out a few times to offer me and the other workers sandwiches and fruit to help us get through the heat of the day. I never caught her name.
I would have given my left nut to fuck either one of them, Ms. Askew too. But I was too busy casing the joint to waste time trying to flirt.
All that aside, the truth is that the boys and I were totally unprepared. We went into the night expecting just another house with just another rich woman to rip off. What we got was anything but an ordinary break-in.
Madame Askew had been waiting at the top of the stairs, and she simply grinned at us when Chaz popped out his piece and pointed it up at her.
"If you don't want to get shot, bitch, then stay out of the way," he said.
"Such rudeness." Then she focused her gaze on me. "I would hope, Mr. Martinez, that you would keep a nicer sort of company. I know my girls would be disappointed in you. After all, they both, and especially Junko, took a liking to you the other day. I can't even begin to imagine how much it might hurt her feelings to find out you're just a thug and not the hard-working gentleman she took a shine to."
"We don't want to hurt anyone, Ms. Askew," I said. "We just need the money. That's all. It's different for us."
"Yes," she said still smiling, "It will be."
Then she raised her hands, open palms facing us, and my world went black.
When I awoke, I was tied up by my wrist and hanging from a hook that descended from the ceiling. I was stuck between a sexy woman with wavy black hair and an equally sexy blonde. Both were also bound by their wrists like me. I tried to speak but found I could only make mrrrph noises. Then I realized my mouth was filled with a firm ball that pressed my tongue against the bottom of my mouth. A glance confirmed that the two chicks beside me were gagged too.
With nothing else to do, I took a moment to check out the beauties on my right and left. The black-haired chick wore a pair of black lace panties and a pair of thigh-high black stockings and high-heeled shoes with a strap around her ankles. The strap was held in place with a tiny but solid padlock. Her boobs were left uncovered the hang free, and they were at least D-cups with areolas the size of a quarter and nipples about a quarter inch.
Very motorboat-able, I thought, and if I hadn't been tied up myself, I would have loved to have gotten lost in them while she hung there helplessless.
The chick on the other side, the blonde, had slightly smaller tits, and tiny waist, and wide hips that I figured went on around into a nice bouncy ass. She wore pink panties with a lace heart over the crotch and sheer white stockings with a pair of shiny white heels that also were locked around her ankles like those of the other girl. I really wished I could get a look at that ass of hers.
Both were also gagged as I was with a bright red, giant ball attached to leather straps that fastened between our heads.
It was only after getting a good eye full of the girls with me that I happened to look down at my own body. I had been dressed in a similar outfit: black stockings and heels with locking ankles, and a pair of black panties. Not only that, I noticed that somehow, hanging from my chest too, were a massive pair of cantaloupe-sized tits. They were a golden brown, like my usual color, with darker brown areolas and very dark nipples. It was only then that I noticed the mirror across the room, and I discovered that I was not merely sandwiched between two luscious, bound babes -- I was in the middle of a row of three luscious, bound babes. The one in the middle, me, had medium-length brown hair that bounced just on top of her shoulders, and her make-up was done up in lots of blue and her lips were a deep, deep red that almost begged to be kissed or to be wrapped around a nice, thick cock.
Somehow, I had been transformed into a woman.
Then it hit me.
Those two beautiful babes with me... They had probably been transformed too. And that meant most likely they were Chaz and Darren.
We were all chicks.
Only, it wasn't possible.
But, possible or not, I couldn't deny the evidence of my own two eyes.
There we waited for almost an hour longer, and if I hadn't been able to use my tiptoes to support my weight, I'm sure my arms would have ultimately ripped from their sockets. Each time I had to shift my weight from one foot to the other, my new boobs shifted and bounced on my chest, and I realized how much truth there was to the complaints I had heard from all the girls whose chests I had openly admired. Those fuckers were heavy and annoying to deal with.
But fuck, I thought, how the fuck did it happen? Just how did that crazy woman Madam Askew turn me and my crew into short, slutty-looking girls?
As I asked myself that question for what had to be the tenth time, Madame Askew opened the door to the room and came inside, followed by Junko and the redhead. She nodded toward the redhead and said, "Lila, please get some water for my new maids. I bet they must be parched." Then she turned to us. "And I bet they must have a thousand little questions running through their beautiful little heads as well."
She took several more steps toward us, then walked to me and lifted my chin with her gloved hand.
"But do understand, my dear, if I remove this gag so you can quench your thirst and ask questions, you do have a responsibility to keep a civil tongue and be polite. One thing I will not tolerate in a servant is rudeness or impetuous behavior. Understood, darling?"
I glared daggers at her in response.
She never lost her smile but her eyes told me she was serious about what she had instructed.
The redheaded maid, Lila I now knew her name was, held a glass of ice water with a folding straw in front of the blonde next to me while Junko unfastened the gag. The blonde spit and coughed, then took a long draw on the straw, then finally spit most of what she had drank right back at Madame Askew.
"What the fuck did you do to me, you bitch?!" she screamed.
Without losing her smile, Madame Askew simply slapped the girl hard enough for a loud smack to reverberate in the room. The act left a red imprint clearly on the impudent girl's face.
"Fuck you!" the girl said, only to receive yet another slap.
Ms. Askew motioned toward Junko, and the tiny Japanese maid refastened the gag to shut the blonde's mouth.
Then she moved to the black-haired beauty on my other side.
"Now, my lovely little Daphne, I trust that you can be a bit more polite than Chastity was. She will, it seems, need further lessons in holding her tongue and interacting with those she is here to serve. Will you require such a lesson too, my dear girl?"
The girl, who I assumed must have once been Darren -- as Chastity had no doubt once been Chaz -- shook her head with wide terrified eyes.
"Because," Askew continued, "if I can turn you from a boy to the lovely creature you are now, just imagine the simply awful things I could also do if I feel the need to really punish you."
She stroked Chastity's smooth, almost flawless cheek.
"Can you imagine being transformed into a breeding Cocker Spaniel for instance, or maybe even a suckling pig to ultimately be roasted for a Sunday dinner?" She grinned. "Or perhaps even something less lively, like maybe a toilet seat or a washing rag? Would you like that?"
Again the newly created girl shook her head, this time far more vigorously.
"Then I'd advise you to be on your best behavior, young lady."
Daphne nodded.
Junko released the gag.
"Yes, ma'am," the girl said. Even her voice sounded like it matched her figure and appearance.
Madame Askew turned to give attention to the blonde. "See how much better that is? But, don't worry, I have plenty of ways to help Chastity here learn how to change her behavior into something far more acceptable in this household."
Daphne took a long drink from the glass of ice water.
"And now you, Camila. Are you tired of that awful gag?"
I nodded obediently.
"Then remember your manners, darling."
Junko removed my gag, and I answered quickly, "Yes, Madame Askew."
Her smile widened. "Very nice, indeed, Camila."
I sucked up as much of the water as I could without drowning.
"Do you still have the hots for my maids, Camila? If I recall, when you were here earlier in the week you found it quite difficult to take your eyes off them. You were careful not to be lecherous, and I appreciate that, but it wasn't really what I would call hidden either."
"I'm sorry, Madame Ashew," I said as soon as I had my fill of the ice-cold water.
"That's one of the reasons I thought you might appreciate having such a beautiful figure for yourself as well. Something to admire and play with, and all that without having to demean another lovely creature. Still, Junko and Lila were quite taken with you as well."
As she spoke, I felt Junko's hands reach around my waist from behind and her fingers clasped together over the slight bump at my new girl tummy. I shuddered and even jumped a bit in my bonds. At the same time, Lila sandwiched me from the front and rested her open hands on my new girl boobs. She gave them a tender squeeze and I almost leaped out of my skin at how sensitive they were beneath her touch. As Junko's hands slid into my panties centimeter by centimeter, Lila kneaded my new fatty tissue gently and leaned in toward my face.
I noticed that despite my fear and anger at what had been done to me, I actually purred and cooed a bit because of the attention from the two beautiful women.
Lila kissed me deeply, her tongue deftly overcoming any unwillingness in my own, and... and... and...
What the fuck was happening in my pretty black panties?!
If I had expected Junko's fingers to disappear into a bright shiny new pussy, I was sorely disappointed. Instead, she was playing with what seemed to be the remains of my manhood. However, instead of the seven inches of rigid hardness I remembered having, what she had between her nimble fingers was a mere inch or inch and a half of floppy, useless nubbin.
Still, the more she fondled it, the more it responded though it never got hard. It was as if it couldn't anymore, no matter how turned on her attention made me. My excitement could build just like always, but my dick remained a soft, tiny pointless waste of flesh between my legs.
Even while I was noticing the fact that I still had a penis, the girls never stopped lavishing their attention on me. Lila continued to kiss me deeply and caress my breasts, taking care to pinch my nipples. Junko kissed my neck and back, all the while giving me a hand job that in any other circumstance would have had me as stiff and long as I had ever been.
As the intensity built, I had lost sight of Madame Askew, though I could hear her muttering in half-whispers things like "Oh, my," and "I see you discovered your new clitoris," and "I told you they still liked you." Her voice seemed to come from all around me, so I figured she must be studying us from all sides.
"Just enjoy yourself, Camila. You keep being a good little darling, and there will be plenty of time for rewards like this."
About that time, I had gone as far as I could without some kind of release, and I cried out a muffled scream into Lila's open mouth as my tiny, worthless cock erupted. As soon as I could breathe normally again, I realized that the flow was a lot less than I had before the transformation into whatever the hell Camila was. Not only that, the sex juice was less viscous and more clear than usual.
"I did tell you it was just a weirdly shaped little clitty now, my dear," Madame Askew said from behind me.
Lila dropped to her knees in front of me and lowered the front of my panties. She carefully and hungrily it seemed licked my crotch clean of the fluid and then started to tenderly suck on the tiny manhood that Madame Askew kept calling my clit.
The sensations instantly returned, and unlike what I had been able to experience as a full man even just days ago, it was ready for another go at the attention of Lila's lips and tongue. She dominated my new clit as well as she had dominated my tongue during our kisses.
Junko's hands now had shifted to my breasts and they were kneading and pinching and even pulling on my nipples as if she were trying to stretch them like putty.
For a moment, I forgot about my companions and even Madame Askew, and I was lost in the sensations the girls were giving me.
It wasn't long before I came again and Lila licked me clean a second time, looking up into my eyes during the entire process.
"That's enough for now, my darlings," Madame Askew said. "There will be time for more later." She whirled around to the front of me and kissed my now sweaty forehead. Then she stepped over to Chastity. "That is, as long as our dear little Camila continues to respond to the carrot --" She slapped the blonde hard on the crotch, and if she still had Chaz's balls and cock like I had mine, then I knew that had to hurt... a hell of a lot. "-- instead of needing the pain of the stick."
Next, she fastened a collar around my neck and latched it closed with another lock. "But just in case," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "This does connect to a device around my neck which activates the shock part of the collar should you convince me that positive reinforcement isn't achieving the desired results. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am, Madame Askew," I said, weak and spent after Junko and Lila's successful seduction of my new body.
"Junko," she said. "Take Camila upstairs and run her a nice hot bath. If she gives you trouble you know what to do."
Junko nodded and then fasted a leash to the collar. At the end of the leash was a control similar to the one hanging around the Madame's neck. I could only assume that mean Junko too had the authority to punish me should I not follow orders.
As if I could. After two climaxes so close together, I was spent. All I wanted to do was roll over and take a nap to recover my energy.
Junko unfastened the cuffs above me and caught me as I fell onto her shoulders.
"Can you walk, Camila?" she asked in a voice that sounded the way roses smelled.
"Maybe," I said, realizing for the first time that my voice was awfully similar and definitely not the male baritone it had been before the transformation.
"Lean on me," she said sweetly. "I'll help you manage."
I looked back and noticed Madame was smiling with a sort of knowing smirk, as if she were intentionally trying to hook Junko and me up as a couple or something.
Junko helped me to the door, but as we reached it, it opened and yet another maid entered the room. This one, a beautiful, blue-black woman of clearly African heritage with an almost shaved head, stood taller than the rest of us but still only average height for a woman, but even at somewhere between five-six and five-nine, she easily towered over me and Junko as she passed.
"My darlings, this is Marisol, the last of my wonderful service staff. She is also the maid in charge of redirection and education for when any of my darlings need correction."
In Marisol's grip hung a coiled leather whip and a leather paddle was attached at her side to a belt. Her hands, instead of wearing prim and prissy lacy half-gloves, were covered in black leather ones with holes that left her knuckles exposed.
"You get your bath, dear Camila. I want Daphne to see what happens when my staff disobeys. But I trust you don't need this demonstration, my dear."
"Yes, ma'am, Madame Askew," I said, most of my weight supported by Junko.
I felt awful leaving my crew behind, but what could I do other than risk such a punishment myself? The Madame had given me the choice of the carrot or the stick, and I would choose the carrot at every step. It was the only way I could think of ever getting my original body and identity back. Besides, with the power at her disposal, I couldn't imagine Madame Askew doing anything to them to hurt them permanently, especially not if her goal was to add all three of us to the maid staff.
But honestly, in my exhaustion, all I could focus on was that hot bath the Madame had promised me for being obedient. Of course, all I had done was keep my fucking mouth shut and not tell her the things I was thinking -- like Chastity had -- and deferred to her as ma'am and Madame Askew. I could fake that as long as I needed.
We hadn't made it more than a few steps from the closed door of the dungeon when I heard someone, Chastity I assumed, scream a muffled cry through her gag. The scream had followed the loud crack of a whip.
"Come on, Camila," Junko prompted me. "Best not to think about it and keep doing what you're doing if you want to avoid that kind of thing for yourself."
"Yes, ma'am," I mumbled, but she corrected me.
"You needn't use that with me. You and I are both servants, both prisoners in a way, only we aren't stupid enough to fight it. At least not anymore."
I figured there was a story there, but I didn't have the energy to ask for it then.
Junko took me up to the fourth floor and let me sit on a white wicker chair in a bathroom that was surrounded by four doorless, open rooms while she ran the bath water.
"Junko?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"Why didn't the Madame keep me down there with Chaz and Darren?"
She shook her head almost violently. "Never refer to those two as those names ever again," she said firmly. "Not even when it's just us. There is no Chaz or Darren anymore, only Chastity and Daphne, just like there is no more Carlos, only Camila."
I nodded.
"But you aren't down there with them because Lila and I pleaded with the Mistress to let us teach you instead. You were nice to us and even though you leered at us a bit, you weren't obnoxious about it, and well, we both thought you were cute."
"Oh. That's it?"
"Not all of it. If you had been obstinate like Chastity, she would have ignored our request and punished you as well. But you didn't, and so she's willing to give you a chance."
"Oh." It was all I could think to say. It hadn't been my attitude that saved me after all, not that alone anyway. It was Junko and Lila.
About that time the tub was half full and Junko turned off the water. She helped me strip out of my panties and stockings, after unlocking the shoes and removing them. I saw for the first time the tiny, dangling thing that had once been a manhood to be proud of, and I almost cried at the sight of it.
Junko noticed and hugged me. "You'll get used to it. You'll learn to love it actually. The Mistress allows it to be far more sensitive than whatever you used to have there."
"Wait... Does that mean... Are you..."
As I stumbled over my words, Ava stripped out of her uniform to join me in the tub. When she peeled away her elegantly patterned white lace panties, she revealed her own "clitoris," as Madame Askew had called it.
"Did you used to be a man too?" I asked, my words suddenly returning.
She nodded.
"Who were you?"
She shook her head.
"Who I was doesn't matter. I am Junko, and that is all I need to be. That is all the Mistress requires me to be, an obedient darling maid named Junko."
"But..."
She shook her head again, and I knew there would be no way I could get her to tell me anything about the life she had before she became Junko. I did learn from her though that her name meant "obedience," and it all worked together to make sense immediately.
She made me face away from her and she used a soft sponge to wash my back. She was careful to avoid the collar even though she reassured me that it was water-safe as all this upstairs bathroom, at least when the door was closed, closed a circuit that rendered the shock collar harmless while inside. Thank goodness for small favors, I mused.
She rinsed and washed my hair, taking special consideration to massage my scalp and help me relax after hanging so long by my wrists in the dungeon. After my hair, she asked me to face her and then she washed my chest. The attention of the cloth and soapy water on my sensitive nipples started to make me feel excited again. I admit that after having seen that she was still at least partly still a man, like me, I felt shame rise on my face at my feelings, but even that didn't stop the reaction of my body as she set aside the sponge to lather my floppy clitty with her bare hands.
"It feels nice, doesn't it, Camila?" she asked, using my name as if to reinforce it as my new identity.
I nodded and sucked in a deep breath.
"It does to me too," she said, and I figured she was asking me to reciprocate. But I couldn't. I just couldn't bring myself to touch another man's junk, even when every other part of that man was a gorgeous woman I had just recently wanted to fuck.
"I... I can't," I stammered. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. This bath is for you anyway, not for me."
"I'm really sorry, Junko."
She shook her head. "Really, it's fine. It takes some getting used to."
I sunk my head into my hands. "That's just it. I don't want to get used to it. I'm a man," I said, and I felt a tear drip from the corner of my eye. "Not a.. well, not a whatever I am now."
"A darling maid," she said. "And the quicker you come to terms with that, the quicker you'll be able to survive in Mistress Askew's home. You avoid punishment by knowing your place, knowing your duties, and knowing your identity. You fight back on any of those, and believe me, things will become very difficult for you."
"A darling? Is that what we are?" I asked. I found the first tear now joined by several others. I tried to wipe them away but new ones continued to fill my cheeks even as the previous ones disappeared.
"It's okay. You'll find that you are quick to feel emotional now. It's part of the spell. You will be the girliest darling you can be in all ways but one." As she spoke she squeezed my clitty to drive home the point. "But in all others, even the quickness to tears, you will be very, very feminine, and not just feminine but an overly stereotypical, exaggerated form of feminine."
"Perfect," I said, wiping away more of the annoying tears. "That's just fucking great."
She stopped stroking my crotch and put both hands on my shoulders. "Never ever use bad language in this house again," she said sternly. "The Mistress absolutely forbids it. She expects her darling maids to be demure, polite, respectful, obedient, and beautiful. Period."
I forced a smile. "Oh, is that all?"
Junko laughed. "I know, right?"
Her hands relaxed and left my shoulders, returning to my dangly clit and she resume her attention to washing it even though it was already thoroughly clean. I think she just enjoyed touching it and touching me. To be honest, I enjoyed her touching me too. I enjoyed it so much that it actually made me feel like a real asshole for not giving her the same kind of attention. I could see myself falling for this person who was the embodiment of every feminine grace and not only that but spectacularly beautiful and sexy as well.
It wasn't long before I came again, the third time in a little less than an hour, something that hadn't been easy to accomplish in my former body. A little gift from the Madame to help us cope, I guessed.
"We should get out before the water gets messy," she said and she exited the but first, then helped me out and wrapped me in the biggest, fluffiest towel I had ever seen. It felt like being wrapped in a cloud, as best I could guess. I let her pat me down and dry my body, and when we were done, she used the same towel to take care of her own wet and curvy body.
Seeing her stark naked, I realized then that she wasn't just a man with boobs and nice hair, as I had imagined myself upon the discovery that I still had a penis, even if only a mostly useless one. She was clearly a woman. Her face was woman. Her shape was woman. Her very spirit was woman. She stood as a woman and moved as a woman. She exuded woman with every breath. Only the tiny leftover vestige of maleness that hung limply between her legs gave any indication her body contained anything but womanliness.
I couldn't resist looking in the full-length mirror to see my own naked body. I noticed immediately that I too shared every trait I had just used to describe her. Only the newness of my transformation kept me from exuding the spirit of woman. But if my body was any indication, I wouldn't be able to resist that for long.
"I can't get over how beautiful you are," I said.
That made her smile widely.
"You are beautiful too. Our Mistress has high standards for her precious darlings."
"I notice she doesn't use words like girl or boy or man or woman when referencing us."
At that, Junko chuckled and nodded. "Because we are something beyond those words. We are more than either of them, though, at the beginning, it's easy to feel as if you are suddenly less than either." She leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose. "But you will come to learn in time that you are better for the changes, not lessened because of them."
She was standing in front of me still and I asked meekly, my eyes gazing down at her special clitoris, "May I... touch it, I mean?"
"I would be honored if you would."
I reached for it slowly, and when my index finger grazed across its tip, it sort of jumped a little and I pulled away.
"I'm sorry. I can't help that," she said. "It just does that when someone shows it a little attention."
"No, no," I backpedaled. "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting that."
Junko took my hand and returned it to her clit. She helped me make contact and rested her own hand on top of mine as it enveloped what was left of her male anatomy.
"It's warm," I said.
"Only because it is borrowing the heat from your hand."
I felt it jump again beneath my palm, but this time her hand held mine in place.
"It moved again," I said.
"Because it likes you," she said.
She put her free hand around me and then pulled me into her and kissed me sweetly, not even parting my lips. Her clit eased into the curve of my palm and remained still.
She moved her lips to my ear and whispered with warm, sensuous breath, "Lila will be disappointed she missed this. She's as fond of you as I am."
After a few seconds, she pulled away and let go of me. I let my hand linger on her clit for a moment then returned it to my side. As I waited, still a little dumbstruck at what I had just done, Junko put on her uniform again. I sat down in the wicker chair and crossed my legs without even thinking about it.
It only took a few minutes for her to be fully dressed again and as perfectly put together as usual, right down to the absolutely straight seams in the back of her stockings.
She knelt in front of me and parted my knees, looking at my tiny clit as it if were a prize piece of chocolate. "Do you mind if I..." she said.
"You... you want to do that?"
"I want to do that very much. I thoroughly enjoy pleasuring my sister maids. We all do eventually."
"I'm not so sure about that," I said.
"You weren't sure about touching me either," she said with a smile. "And yet you did."
She said nothing else, merely leaned in and kissed the tip of my clitty sweetly before opening her lips and taking it inside her mouth. There wasn't much to play with but her tongue knew what to do. She rested her hands on the inside of my thighs to keep my legs wide apart, and as she sucked she made sexy little slurping sounds. I found myself playing with my nipples as she licked and nibbled and sucked my new clit-cock, and it wasn't long before my muscles tensed up and my breathing grew short and started to come in loud pants and catch in my throat.
"Oh, god," I moaned.
She kept up the kisses and tender bites.
"Oh, oh, god," I repeated.
Then I moaned loudly as I came for the fourth time of the day. The electricity rocked my body from my fingers to my toes, and it took almost half a minute for me to come down again and relax my breathing.
I said nothing but lay back in the chair trying to breathe like a normal person again.
"You'll find that the more orgasms you have each day, the stronger they become. That's another way the Mistress rewards her good little darlings. Behave and do as you're told and you will experience pleasure like you've never known before in your other life."
"Oh my god," I said. "Do you mean to tell me the next time I cum today..."
"Will be even stronger and more intense? Yes." She looked up at me, smiling. "Why do you think I wanted you to touch me, other than simply wanting you, I mean."
"Is that what I denied you because of my being afraid?"
She nodded. "But it's okay. I was like that too at first. Besides, I have other sisters to help me with my needs, but one day, and hopefully one day soon, I would love to make love more fully with you and not just to you."
I smiled even though I still couldn't commit to any such act, even with this almost girl I found myself possibly falling in love with.
"Let's go get you dressed too," she said and she gathered my panties, stockings, and shoes into her arms, opened the door, and let me into one of the two rooms on the opposite hallway from the bath.
There were two beds in the room, both twin beds with ornate frames and pink sheets and covers.
"This is the pink room," she said. This is where you and Lila will sleep. Until now, Lila has had this room all to herself, but I think she will enjoy being your roommate."
"What's your room?" I asked.
"Don't worry, Camila. I'm next door in the lavender room. It looks exactly like this one, except the covers and sheets are lavender. I'll be rooming with Daphne. Then across the hall from this one is the yellow room. That's for Marisol. The one across from mine is the lilac room, and it will be where Chastity will stay."
"Why does Chastity get her own room? I thought she was being punished."
Junko laughed. "Oh, she is. But best you don't think about that."
So, instead of discussing it, she took me to a closet that I guess was to be mine, and when she opened it, I saw a black maid uniform that matched her own. A black miniskirt with a ruffle underneath. A black button-up top with buttons only up to the point of maximizing cleavage. A white apron with lace edges. A white maid's cap. The only difference between us was that my stockings were white and hers were black.
She helped me get dressed then helped me into my shoes and then locked them in place again.
"Beautiful," she said. "You're simply breathtaking."
"Thank you," I said, starting to feel incredibly self-conscious at the ideal package of femininity I saw in my reflection. If the physical makeover hadn't done enough to take away my former male identity, then the outfit chosen for me to work in was more than enough to pick up the slack. Whatever male part of me still got turned on at the sight of a sexy woman started to stir, and I felt a twinge of excitement inside my clean lace panties. "Wow. I..."
"Beautiful, like I said."
"If I had been here last week like this and walked around in front of the old me, I think he wouldn't have been able to keep his eyes off me."
"You would certainly have given Lila and me a run for our money and probably made us both more than a little jealous."
"I just can't believe it," I said.
She nodded.
There were sounds behind us, and I turned to see Marisol leading a weary and marked Chastity through the hallway.
"Chastity?" I called quickly, moving to the open doorframe to get a better look at my friend. Her back was crossed with red stripes and the same for her legs. She couldn't really stand up and Marisol was doing most of the work to get her into the room.
Once inside, I watched as Marisol dropped her face-first onto the bed, and then tied her ankles together with a thin rope. Next, she tied her wrists together behind her back. Then she looped a length of rope between the wrists and ankles and pulled them together so that Chastity was stuck in a very strict hogtie.
My friend's stockings were torn from the whip, and her panties had either been torn away or merely removed, and there were several stripe marks on her bare ass and hints of marks on her crotch as well.
She grunted through the gag, which remained in place.
"Where is Daphne?" I asked, fearing she too might be receiving such a punishment -- the stick instead of the carrot I had been fortunate enough to receive instead. "Is she..."
Marisol shook her head gently and smiled at me. "She's getting bathed so she can join you or a first day of work. Lila is taking care of her. She just needed to see what could happen to her if she chooses to be more of an obstinate Chastity as opposed to a submissive Camila."
Is that what they thought of me, that I was naturally submissive? No, I reminded myself. I was just smart. It was better to look for a way to escape without being whipped and tied up and god knows what else, my male pride be damned. I wasn't submissive. I was only playing along and biding my time.
Marisol then rolled Chastity onto her back and then ran rope between her folded legs and tied each of those ropes to the edge of the bed frame to force her knees open and expose her clearly whipped clit and ass. Then she wrapped a large leather belt around her waist and fastened it all the way under the bed frame so Chastity was held fast against the mattress, unable to wiggle away. Finally, she placed a weird machine on the mattress between my friend's legs and made a few adjustments to it.
It had a long fake cock on the end of a metal pole that was attached to a hole that disappeared into the block body of the engine. Marisol carefully covered the fake cock with some kind of gel and then worked it slightly inside Chastity's asshole.
My own clinched as I saw it go in.
So that was to be her punishment.
When Marisol turned on the machine it pulsated to life and started to pump in and out Chastity's ass. I shuddered at the image and tried not to wonder how awful that must feel.
"Normally Mistress Askew waits to let her darling maids discover the joys of their new womanly hole, but in this case, she feels that introducing Chastity early on will help to convince her of who she is now and what her role and place is here in the house." Marisol left the room and stood with Junko and me. "But don't worry. She'll be fine. Once she settles down and learns to accept her new life without all the disobedience and disrespect, she too will find acceptance and love like the rest of us have."
"Is that going to happen to me too?" I asked, suddenly terrified at the thought of being anally invaded by such a machine.
"That's a complicated question," Junko said. "It's actually two questions. Will you be trained on the machine that Chastity is, no. Well, unless your behavior shows that you require such rushed training. However, if you're asking if you will learn to make your womanly hole available for pleasure, then yes. Since you and I and any of us have no such vagina to offer to the Mistress for either her toys or her friends on occasion, we have little choice but to learn to enjoy and use what we do have to offer."
"Oh," I said. "I don't think I can do that."
Junko smiled and took my hand. "When you are ready it will happen as long as you behave. The Mistress is fair and will not force you into what you are not ready for as long as you are obedient and respectful."
Marisol added, "Remember your guiding characteristics for the new you, Camila, and I'm sure you'll be happy here and enjoy your life among us as one of Mistress Askew's darling maids."
"Those are the words I told you before, Camila: demure, polite, respectful, obedient, and beautiful. These are your new mantra. These are the roadmap for your new life, and all those pleasures I have shared with you, they will remain yours to claim."
"But fail to follow those guidelines," Marisol said, "and you just might find yourself denied such pleasures and at the end of my whip instead until your behavior can be corrected."
` Behind us, in Chastity's room, she was grunting loudly against her gag.
"Eventually," Marisol said, "even offering your womanly hole to a lover will cause you to orgasm. Just the thought of it will make your mind crave it."
That sounded a lot like brainwashing and reprogramming, I thought, but I didn't say anything. As wonderful as the orgasms were, I still wasn't sure if I wanted to be one of Pavlov's dogs with my mouth watering at the sound of a dinner bell, or in this case, the idea of getting fucked.
Marisol returned to the room and sat on the bed beside Chastity. While the machine continued to thrust in and out of her ass -- no, her pussy, I forced myself to redefine it as -- she continued to grunt. Then, as if to apply some reward to the invasion, Marisol began to play with Chastity's limp nubbin, rubbing and squeezing it and stroking it with one finger at a time as she traced it over and over again.
I didn't need to be a mind reader to know that Chastity's body was betraying her, that she was getting turned on by the attention, even with that awful fake cock pounding her asshole.
It wasn't long before she sort of screamed around the gag and I saw her crying either from pleasure or humiliation at what she had felt. But still, Marisol kept her hooked up to the machine and kept playing with her clit.
"Let's get your downstairs, Camila," Junko said and still holding my hand like a sister might, she led me to the third, then second, then first floor, and into the parlor, where Madame Askew was seated in an expensive leather wingback chair, drinking a glass of red wine and waiting for me.
"You look positively lovely, Camila, my dear," she said. "Absolutely darling." said. "Absolutely darling."
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