Damage reduction.
My name is Paul, I’m an iron worker
well not really, you see, I’m build rather small
have beautiful long hair I’m proud of
it’s mostly a leftover from the time all men wore their hair long
when others cut their hair short I left mine to grow
I made great effort in maintaining my hair
due to my build I was often mistaken for a woman.
At work most of the work is to heavy for me to do
so my boss always had to find work suitable for me to do
I often got strange looks when I arrived at the job site
but as I always got the job done they forgot about how I looked.
One day my boss send me to an address for some repair work
on a bathroom
other workers had prepared the job site for me.
As I reached the address I rang the bell
as I did a sign got my attention.
NO MEN ALLOWED, it read
hmm I thought, this could be a problem
when the door opened I couldn’t believe what I saw.
A woman in her early four tees stood before me
dressed from head to toe in PVC
a mask covered her face except for her eye’s and mouth
which where the brightest red I ever saw.
YES, she sternly said
a little taken back I answered, ‘I’m here to fix your bathroom’
she looked me up and down and said
did your boss not inform you about the rules.
What rules I replied, I’m here to fix your bathroom
and I understand you want it done quickly, so here I am.
She pointed at the sign with a small whip she held in her hand
you’ve read this she said to me, yes I replied
do you know what it means
a little annoyed I answered, you expect me to wear a dress!.
No, she answered, I expect to see a woman doing her job
I excused myself for a moment and called my boss
and explained to him what the woman expected me to do.
He told me she was an important client so go with the flow
I returned to the woman and told her I (reluctantly) agreed to her rules.
she told, no, commanded me to enter a small room
where a pink PVC maids outfit lay for me to wear
she was expecting me.
Reluctantly I stripped of my clothes
an hour later i stood before a mirror.
A fully dressed maid complete with make-up was looking back at me
I was wearing four inch heels which wouldn’t help me doing my job
I started complaining this couldn’t work out, when she suddenly
placed a ball gag in my mouth and secured it with a lock
now stop whining and get on with your job she snapped at me.
Within the first five minutes I tore the dress twice and broke one of the heels
because of the confined space I had to work in.
I was almost done when she walked in on the job site
what she saw didn’t amuse her, on the contrary, she was pissed off to what she saw
still being gagged I couldn’t explain to her that’s why we use work clothes.
Angry as she was she dragged me into another room where she called my boss
she was on the phone a long time, making sure I heard everything she said
she told my boss I had to pay for the 800 dollar dress, not to mention the 400 dollar heels
no, I heard her say, I don’t want your money, I want her to work her debt of
OK then it’s settled she said as she hung up the phone.
I couldn’t believe what I’ve heard, she expect me to work me debt of here
and what’s with the she stuff, I’m not a woman
but then I remembered my reflection in the mirror, I was in trouble, big time.
She tore away the torn clothes from my body and forced me to wear another outfit
this one was worse then the first one, this one had a long confining skirt
and it wasn’t going to be easy walking in it, specially with the new heels she got me to wear, they were even higher that the other.
She had me running the house doing all kind of chores
fixing her coffee, doing the dishes, a lot of dusting
and my feet hurt like hell, but the damn things were locked to my feet
so taking them of wasn’t an option
I couldn’t complain because of the damn gag I wore, again locked.
Boy was I glad the day came to an end
the thought of going home helped me through the day
but I wasn’t going home, she forced me upstairs to (I presume)
her bedroom.
Once there she removed all of my clothes, all but the damn gag
she threw me on the bed and locked my arms behind my back
a red wig was placed over my own blond hair
as to make me a different persona
I could see myself in the mirror and she was right
the wig had changed my whole look, together with the heavy make-up I wore
I couldn’t see what she was doing but suddenly my whole body tensed up
something was entering my butt hole, it was one of her fingers
I strained to prevent her from entering, but to no avail.
She had lubed her hand so what ever I tried her finger entered me
pretty soon a second finger joined the first one pumping my ass
at first it hurts, but soon after my body adjusted to the invaders
I didn’t even noticed her adding more fingers.
I couldn’t believe it was possible but her whole hand disappeared in my ass
she had found my pleasure zone and as she stimulated it
my male member involuntary came to live
and before I knew it I shot a huge load on her bed
I couldn’t believe my thoughts but this felt great.
As sudden as she started it was over
my body was still on a high when she forced my spend body in what I can best describe as a birds cage
she had removed the gag but warned me not to make any sound
she did not have to worry
I was so tired that even locked in a tight cage
I soon fell asleep.
The next morning I was rudely awaken (what I figured) my mistress
I was taken from the cage, a heavy collar was placed around my neck
which was secured to the ceiling.
My clothes, or the lack of them, were removed
and a steel chastity belt was placed on me.
My private parts were now totally inaccessible
with no way for me to remove them I followed mistress commands
she ordered me to get dressed in the outfit laid out before me.
The outfit was made of pure white silk
with many pink ribbons, as were the stockings and heels
a white cap, gloves and apron finished the outfit
but no gag this time.
I was given instructions as to what my chores for the day were
one thing scared me to death
as needed I had to answer the door and invite people in
and mistress reminded me to always smile, or else
it worries me what ‘or else ’meant, so I kept smiling.
Many people entered the house that day
most of them ignored me, some insulted me like ‘look at the sissy bitch’
like I should now what a sissy was, I still thought of myself
as a man in woman clothes.
One man gone way to far as he placed his hand under my dress
and groped my imprisoned manhood
I gave him a slap in the face, he was about to punch me when mistress
came to check the commotion, and the man was to leave the building.
He wasn’t pleased and made some threats towards me
and that scared me, I’m not a strong guy and an even a weaker maid
I knew that one day I would walk out of here, either as the old me
or worse as someones maid.
I was literally shaking on my feet
mistress reassured me it wouldn’t come that far, he would calm down
then the worst moment of my day happened
I opened the door when the bell rang
before me stood my boss, all dressed up to party
he didn’t seem to recognize me as I let him in the house.
It was only later after he and mistress had a talk he came up to me.
he knew who I really was, I’m sure he did
He walked up to me and said ‘hello Paula nice to finally meet you’
I wanted to tell him my name wasn’t Paula
but one look at mistress told me otherwise, so I simply smiled.
The whole time he was at the house he kept an eye on me
by the look on his face I knew he wanted more then just look at me
I was glad when he finally left.
Mistress then ordered me to change in a different outfit
it was as short as not shorter then the one I wore
this one was made of black PVC with pink ruffles
black PVC gloves with pink and a pink maids cap
black stockings and high heels finished my look
I was given a pink duster and was sent to work.
I didn’t feel comfortable wearing it but I had no choice
sure I had considered running away, but
A. I had none of my personal belongings
I couldn’t get in my car and no keys to my house
no ID.
B. I still wore the damn belt with no way to remove them
sure I could find a local lock maker
but looking like this he probably abuse me.
And there is one more thing I can’t explain
ever since I’m here strange thought were in my mind
thoughts about men, thoughts about pleasing men
serving them, and that’s what scared me the most.
Unknown to me, I was slowly being conditioned
for my husband/master to be
unknown to me it was already decided who it was to be.
when it was time for bed she told me to remove my clothes and gagged me
then she placed me again in a cage
lucky for me this one was slightly larger.
When mistress went to bed she left me like that in the living room
naked, gagged and locked up.
When I fell asleep I had the strangest dream
I dreamed that I stood before the altar all dressed up
not as the groom but as the bride
there was no sound but somehow I knew what I said to the vicar.
Then suddenly the dream stopped, moments later I was rudely awakened
mistress opened the cage and ordered me out
she made me put on a black latex catsuit, a hood followed
in the hood was some pipe which was forced into my mouth.
Through tiny holes in the hood I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror
my mouth looked like a vagina
I should have been scared but my conditioned mind told me
I needed to obey my master, strangely not mistress but master.
She guided me to a room with just a bed in it
through a collar she bound me to the bed, I wasn’t going anywhere.
I don’t know how long I was there when suddenly a person also dressed
in a latex catsuit entered.
Without saying a word he began touching my body in places I didn’t wanted to be touched, but I wasn’t in a position to argue so he did as he pleased
then he abruptly reached for the zipper in the suit
as he lowered it, it exposed my bare butt
without warning or lubrication he rammed his cock in my ass
I screamed out in pain as much as the gag in my mouth allowed me to
I never experienced so much pain in my life
but he didn’t seem to care as he pumped deeper and deeper in my ass
I couldn’t take it no more and lost consciousness
even me being out he continued his assault on my ass.
When he was finally done he turned me around
and stuck his cock in my mouth/vagina
when he finally was done he simply left, didn’t care for me.
I awoke with a bleeding ass and a foul taste in my mouth
and yet there was no anger, it was more like satisfaction
the subliminal training worked like a charm
my training was almost complete.
It took me some time to recover from that assault
I needed time for my body to heal, it did after a few days
my mind was another thing, I associated pain with pleasure
I needed to be hurt for my mind to be satisfied.
Where others need drugs like cocaine to free their mind
I need pain, the more the better to free my mind.
Some time later I got a visit from my boss, well former boss
he admitted he always loved me, not as a man i was
but as the woman i could be.
He admitted being responsible for everything what was done to me
with sorrow he said, except the pain they caused you
we will, he added, find the one responsible for all of this.
Hearing all of this I didn’t knew if I was relieved or angry
he had ruined my life, such as it was but still my life
on the other side, he gave me something I never knew was there.
I looked at him and said
my mother always says, you can’t force people to change
it comes from within if you allow it
it was destiny for Paula to come out, but not like this.
Let me right the wrong I did, he said
I know I have to earn your trust but, …
he reached into his pocket and showed me a beautiful ring
as he got on his knee he said, ‘will you marry me Paula’
surprised I looked back at mistress who with the biggest
smile on her face nodded yes.
Two months later I walked the isle in the whitest dress I’ve ever seen
for the first time I’m happy since I’m now free of the chastity belt
which I wore the whole time.
My husband, not so much, you see as a token of trust
he now wears the belt and I’m not releasing him any time soon
but he still satisfies me, with his mouth.
My parents were at the wedding
mother embraced me as a woman at once
father needed a little more time, but finally embraced me as Paula.
My father once said
you don’t always get what you want, but do you want what you get
father was right, but hey, a dress is a dress no matter who wears it
and I wear them beautifully.
A few weeks passed without anything special happened
except him service my every wish
when on a Sunday morning, still in bed
there was a knock on the door.
After a moment a said ‘come in’
the door opened and in walked a fully dressed maid carrying breakfast for me
I knew it was my husband, but looking at him every part said female
his beard was gone, the long blond hair, the outfit and the perfectly
done make-up screamed female.
The fishnet stockings and high heels finished the look.
Mockingly I answered ‘thank you Missy, you may go now’
he curtsied and answered ‘yes ma’am’ and left
geez I thought, even his voice had changed.
While eating my breakfast I had the time to think about what to do with him
how far could I push his buttons.
After breakfast I got dressed and walked to the living room
where Missy sat reading a magazine
it was a magazine filled with pictures of sissy maids dressed
in beautiful dresses, all in various fabrics such as
silk, leather, PVC and latex, and in different styles
from descent to almost non existing.
So this is what you want I suddenly said
he was startled and tried to close the magazine
don’t, I told him, as I bend over his shoulder to look closer
I noticed the bumps on his chest.
Geez I thought, he had bigger breasts then most women had
I told him; if this is what you want this is what you get
I ordered several maid outfits in different styles and fabric
as well as some normal street wear, fetish style that is
but I didn’t stop there, I ordered a large amount of (sissy) panties
some night wear, stockings and heels.
He knew his size so ordering was easy
I ordered express so everything would arrive the next day
I then had him pack all his male clothes, I mean everything he owned
and had him deliver it to the welfare organization
dressed as a maid, he pleaded me not to let him do it
I simply told him ‘you made your choice, now live with it’.
He meekly said ‘yes ma’am’, curtsied picked up the bags
and left the house
he could have taken the car but I made him walk on purpose
the funny part is no one appears to realize he wasn’t female.
Yes it looked odd to see a fully dressed maid walking the street
but he’d done a perfect job given the reactions he got from men.
When he got home I couldn’t see if he was angry or sad
but I could see he’d been crying, I decided not to ask what happened,
not yet at least.
It was somewhat later I told him to pick up something
I noticed he wasn’t wearing his panties
I asked him what happened
I turned out some women had figured out he wasn’t what he appeared to be
and decided to have some fun with him
at the end they removed his panties for a souvenir
after that he rushed home.
I told him to relax as this probably wouldn’t be the last time this happens
he looked at me in disbelieve
your the maid now and maids follow orders, given or carried out on you.
Why are you doing this to me he asked with tears in his eye’s
well, it appears you married me under false pretense
you didn’t want a wife, you needed a mistress, now you got one.
I forgave you for what you done to me earlier
this I can’t let go by
your the one who presented yourself to me as you want to be
I’m only obliging your need, and your need right now is preparing the guestroom
I’m not sleeping with a maid, I got my pride, now GO I ordered.
Yes ma’am he said as he curtsied and left,
moments later he was in the spare room fixing his new place to sleep.
That night I could hear the sissy cry himself to sleep
I couldn’t believe I married the wimp
that night all I could think of was what could I make the sissy do
the thought of that gave me a hard on.
The next morning I got up early to prepare his outfit for the day
I picked out a short pink skirt and a black PVC blouse
and black heels but no stockings or panties.
When he got out of bed he looked so cute in his pink baby doll
I just had to take a picture of him standing there
from that moment I took many pictures of him in multiple outfits
but for now I made him dress in the outfit I laid out for him to wear.
I didn’t care he had to go to the office
I tied his hair into a pony tail and made him walk to the office
it was only a five minute walk, but I wanted to expose him as much as I could.
The cool air rushing up his bare bottom and the clicking sound of his heels
reminded him how vulnerable he was
every one could take advantage of him and with these darn high heels he
couldn’t get away fast enough.
He was glad he made it to work without incidents but now he had other issues
how to explain to his personnel why he was dressed as he was.
It turned out he didn’t have to
I had called the office and explained what to expect
I told them his new name and he was free to play with, he must obey
but I also made it clear he still was their boss (for now!).
All day long they asked him to do silly stuff
such as, sharpen the pencils, get staples
and even bend over to pick up things they dropped.
On one such occasion one of the men wrote
WH RE on his ass with a permanent marker, where his butt hole was the O
from that moment he did a lot of bending over.
He wanted to shout out ‘get back to work’ but he wasn’t sure
he would be taken seriously so he obliged to their silly demands
he was glad the day came to an end, little did he know
his problems were about to start.
You see because of the busy day he forgot the writing on his ass
and he wasn’t aware the text could be read from under his short skirt
people laughed at him, ridiculed him and some even touched his butt
especially his butt hole.
He had only a minute worth before he got home when he was arrested
for indecent behavior by some cops
I was called to come to the police station to clear some things up.
We soon came to an arrangement
why don’t you thank this nice officer for not charging you Missy, I said.
He figured out what he was expected to do
he went down on his knees and said to the officer ‘may I thank you for not arresting me’.
Yes you certainly may, he answered
he made me remove his clothes so they would stay clean
then I reluctantly placed my mouth over his cock and started sucking
unknown to him I was videotaping the whole thing and,
O my god, I thought, he actually is deepthroating the cop.
The cops balls were slapping against his chin
his cock was at least ten inch and he took it all
he didn’t even gag at the size of the cock.
When the cop shot his load into Missy’s mouth he swallowed every drop
when he removed his cock from his mouth Missy said (a little out of breath)
thank you sir.
As the officer got dressed Missy cleaned her face and fixed her make-up,
we then walked home, silently, Missy was lost for words.
It was only when we got home he asked why I’m doing all of this to him
dressing up as a maid was a fantasy, a dream he said.
If this was for fun you wouldn’t gone out dressed like this
not even if I placed a gun to your head dream on.
Now get your ass in the kitchen and get me a coffee
defeated he answered yes ma’am, curtsied and left.
While he got what I wanted I changed in something more comfortable
a blouse and some leather pants
although I didn’t look like a male I was to be the man in the house.
When Missy returned I told him we needed to talk
yes ma’am he answered
I’ve been thinking and I want you to sign everything you have over to me
the house, the firm and all of your money
since you have no need for them anymore.
But I’m, I mean erhm, you are, I mean, he couldn’t find the right words
when he finally did he asked if she wanted a divorce
no, I answered your my wife and I’ll take good care of you
but your place is here and not between specialized persons.
I could throw you on the street with nothing more with what you wear
I have proof of your infidelity on film
But I’m not a woman he started to say, but then stopped as he
saw the look on my face, then meekly answered ‘yes ma’am’
I think it would be better when you call me mistress, don’t you think.
Silently Missy signed the contact
he noticed the contract was blank
but that didn’t matter
the life as he knew it was over
reduced to a life with no rights.
His sole purpose in life now was to please his mistress.
End.
