Servitude

Well, guess I got what I deserved. Being the master of the house and the one with the money is no reason to be an asshole. Ok, I learned my lesson. I regret having mistreated my maid Maria as I did.

I also regret having demanded for her to always wear heels as part of her uniform. What can I say, I just love how they push her ass up and make it look round and firm. I should have listened to her complaints, it really is difficult to walk around the house and do the chores while wearing these. They hurt so much after a short while.

I get it, a lot of things are going change after I get back to my body. I will be kinder and more considerate, and I will listen to my servant’s requests more. I’m also willing to endure my punishment as long as she deems it necessary. Literally walking in her shoes is really helping me understand her viewpoint.

I just wish she told me about her affair with Pablo, the gardener. Have they really been getting it on in my house for so long without me even noticing it? This is going a little bit too far I think, but I will let it slide. Everything to put an end to my punishment. But do I really have to do all that she would do? Is it not enough that I have been turned into the servant and that she gets to boss me around the whole day? Do I really also have to bend over and take it all like an obedient little whore?

I guess this is not all that bad actually. It definitely is much more pleasurable and much more fun than keeping the house tidy and clean. Who says I can’t take a little bit of enjoyment out of my punishment after all? Oh yes Pablo! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!

Cinderella

I learned to keep my mouth shut a little too late. In my defense I had no idea that my girlfriend hid her magical powers from me for all the time we’ve been together. And I learned that magic is real and how vengeful witches can get the hard way.

It was a Friday night. We would normally have hanged out somewhere, but she had recently discovered that as a kid I avoided watching most of Disney movies since I thought that they were stuff for girls, with all the princesses and true love kisses and everything, and she was not going to let that slide. In the past weeks she basically forced me to sit down and watch with her all the animated Disney canon, and that night we were going to watch her favorite one: Cinderella. I’m not going to lie, as I finally watched all of those movies for the most part I found them charming and fun, and I finally understood their appeal. But that one was just so boring and dull. I swear I could have fallen asleep halfway through.

<<Seriously, what’s there to like in this borefest?>>

<<It’s the ultimate wish fulfillment fantasy honey. It teaches you that as long as you work hard and have a kind heart all your dreams will eventually come true.>>

<<But it’s so dull and uninteresting. The protagonist especially. She’s just a plain and passive songbird. Why doesn’t she just run away from that house and escape all of that abuse?>>

<<It’s not that simple. She was kept in that house for basically her whole life, and the stepmother had plenty of time to brainwash her and make her think she’s supposed to feel guilty and serve her family. You would probably be just as passive if you had gone through all those years of abuse.>>

<<But she’s just so dull!>>

<<No she isn’t! You are supposed to feel her pain and understand her frustration, and then cheer for her when things go right because she’s allowed you to see her most fragile moments. You must relate and connect to her!>>

<<Well, I’m sorry, I just can’t! This movie is crap!>>

<<I’m getting really fed up with you talking shit about my favorite movie as a child! You either take everything back right now or you’re going to regret what you said!>>

Now, I know that I should have done exactly as she said and take it all back, but I was just so arrogant and so convinced of what I said that I held my ground. And just as she said, I soon regretted doing so.

<<Since it is so difficult for you to relate to her, maybe you should just have a taste of what it’s like to be abused and treated like a servant.>>

That’s when she casted her curse upon me. And now here I am. On all four, dressed in my new uniform, wiping the floor. Not only did she turn me into a woman. She turned me into her personal maid and servant. Now all I do for the whole day since the moment I wake up is tidy up the house, keep it clean, wash the dishes, do the laundry, and cook, and wipe, and mop, and polish. It is driving me insane.

Oh how I wish a kind fairy godmother would appear in front of me to give me my dream night to the ball and allow me to get some relief from this new life of mine. Hell, I would gladly even take a prince charming sweeping me off my feet and taking me to his castle to live happily ever after. Everything but this! But instead all I have is this hunk fucking me roughly and regularly several time through my day. She didn’t sugar coated my tale of abuse at all. She meant it quite literally when she said I would have experienced how damaging abuse can be. All I can do is hope she will soon decide that I’ve been punished enough and that she will give me my happy ending. But judging by how happy she is to have her personal servant, and by how she seems to enjoy seeing me getting fucked into submission, I’m afraid that that is going to take a while still. Why don’t I ever shut up?

Getting low

Requested by Marilin Salazar :) 

I can't stay like this! I must find a way out of this! I know this is pretty much exactly what I was seeking, but I never intended this to possibly be the way I will spend the rest of my days! I fantasized for countless years about being used, and humiliated, and subdued, but now the thought that I may be stuck like this forever scares me beyond belief. And my master seems to be noticing my unease, and he is having none of it. I used to love the way he would grab me by my hair and push his cock deep in my mouth, but now I just want this to end as soon as possible! And he wants that too. Mistress is going to be home soon. We can't let her catch us like this. I must be a good girl and help my master get off as soon as possible and blow his load in my mouth. God, why does it have to be so arousing despite everything?!

And to think that I can blame nobody but myself for having ended up like this. Right now I could have been in my luxurious yacht somewhere in the Caribbean with some hot model by my side pleasing me, instead than on my knees blowing some rich kid off. I guess it is true that money can't buy happiness after all, and that the grass seems always greener on the other side, and all that kind of crap. For all my life I have known nothing but wealth, and all the people I have met were willing to do whatever I would order them just so they could eat from my hand and get some advantages from sticking by my side. I was rich and powerful, and I everything I wanted I would get. And yet, for some reason, that was not making me happy. I was sick of all the yes-men never contradicting me, and of all the beautiful women willing to throw away their dignity and fall on their knees for me. Contrary to most people, I did not want to be powerful. I started to actually wish I was the one being subdued.

I started to have fantasies, and then I started to make some of them come true. I developed a kink for bdsm, and started to hire sadistic mistresses to humiliate me and treat me like an animal or an object. Eventually I even started to wonder how it would have been like to play the role of the woman, and to be fucked and used as a sex-toy. However there was no way I could have lived out those kind of fantasies. I had a position to defend, and I could not let some whore just go around talking about my little fetishes and damage my reputation. That's why I decided to resort to extreme measures.

It costed me a fortune to make my scientists synthesize that drug, and it costed me even more to buy their silence about it. But in the end I got what I wanted. A drug that would have turned me into a young woman. With a new, sexy female body I could have left my life behind me for a while and live my dreams out. I set everything up so that people would have thought that I was traveling around the world on vacation for a few months, while in reality I created a new identity for myself in another country so that I could have made my dream come true. I was actually pretty undecided about what kind of profession would have best suited my secret fantasy. A secretary? A stripper? A prostitute? But soon I realized that there was only one right answer to that question. After all I had spent all my life surrounded by servants. It was only fitting that I would have become one myself. I became a maid.

I was so happy to find out that my new master was one of those perverts with a kink for maids in skimpy and revealing uniforms. When I first saw my new uniform my heart skipped a beat, and as soon as I felt the tight embrace of my new stockings, and felt the cool breeze blow under my short skirt, and realized how exposed I was, I just quivered with anticipation. I didn't even mind the high heels I had to wear, even though it was quite painful to tend to the house while wearing those. I was just so thrilled.

I have to admit that I wasn't wild about doing the chores. While I enjoyed the fantasy of being a servant, and basked for a while in the feeling of being treated like a lower class, to be honest I would have grown quite tired of it all pretty soon if it wasn't for my master. I could tell just by the way he was looking at me what he had in mind. He was a pervert, a cheater, and an asshole. Just what I was looking for. I started to act all bubbly and flirty around him, pretending I was some kind of bimbo who would have done just about everything for some benefit. I had met so much women like that during the course of my life that I was able to act the part pretty flawlessly. And soon he bit the bait.

From that day on my deepest and most secret fantasies became an every-day reality. I was his bitch, his toy. He would use my mouth as a fuck-hole every time we were alone in the house, and teased me in secret whenever his wife was around. But most importantly of all it was clear that he had no respect for me. For him I was nothing more than a whore, somebody to use however he wanted, with basically no dignity whatsoever. And I loved it! For the longest time I just basked in that feeling of humiliation, until eventually it was time to get back to my old life. Not gonna lie, I was a bit sad about the idea of turning back into myself, but at least I had enjoyed myself for quite some time, and I had scratched a couple of itches that had been bothering me for way too long. However something went wrong.

I have no idea what the fuck have happened, but for some reason when I took the antidote that should have turned me back into my male self it did not work. I can't even describe how unbelievably scared I was, and I had no idea what to do. It didn't take long before the news reported of a millionaire who had mysteriously disappeared during a trip abroad, and I even started to wonder whether or not I should have just told everybody who I actually was. But who would have believed me? I was screwed! I was stuck as a poor maid, and I had it coming! I have considered leaving this house and try to start anew, but I have never lived a day in my entire life without financial security. I don't know how I can manage in the world outside of this mansion. All I can do to keep having a secure life is to stick with my master, and let him keep using me however he pleases. For the first time in my life I am completely at the mercy of someone else, and this may very well end up being the way I will have to live for the rest of my life. Right now, I honestly almost can't believe I used to wish this kind of life for myself.