Chapter 7

It all happened so fast after the decision was made. Master moved into our house and Daddy Art moved into his. Master moved all his clothing into the room I used to share with Beth and now the two of them are living together like a married couple while I have moved into the spare bedroom. Beth greatly enjoyed making up my new room and it is an embarrassing nightmare of pink and lace. I now sleep in a canopy bed with pink ruffles all over the top, pink sheets and a pink comforter with a unicorn on it. The carpeting is one shade of pink with the walls are another. There are murals of unicorns and fairy princesses all over the walls.

Of course I complained and tried desperately to remove myself from the situation. I told Beth I would just leave without any trouble. I begged her to let me out of this nightmare and let me go my own way. She just laughed and told me the facts of my predicament. She told me Master enjoyed using a sissy white boy too much to let me leave. The videos and pictures he’d taken of me would ensure my silence and cooperation. She told me she still loved me as a husband but had no respect for me as a man what so ever. She was thrilled with what Master provided for her and explained it to me like this.

“It’s not just his big cock that makes me want him Timmy” she said. “Jake is a real man. He’s strong and intelligent. He’s an Alpha stud and that’s what I now know I was missing in my life. I never realized what a wimp you were till I saw how Jake had tamed you. Now I just see you differently than I once did. I mean of course I still love you but now, well, I just enjoy seeing you humbled and humiliated so much that it makes me wet every time I witness a new level of degradation being imposed on you. Huh, maybe I don’t actually love you after all. Maybe I just enjoy seeing you beaten down by Jake and Art so much that I want to keep you around for entertainment. Kind of like a pet or something. I’ll have to give that some thought. Now get back to your chores so I can finish watching my shows”.

And that was it. The only conversation we’d have on the situation. Beth was happy and content in her new life and enjoyed witnessing my debasement. We’d been living our new arrangement for only a few days now but to me it seemed much longer. Master moved in that first weekend after outing me to Beth and decided I needed to focus all of my attention on my new life. He first made me quit my job. I was devastated! My job was to be my only sanctuary and it was taken from me with no regard to my needs. It turns out Master is the silent partner in a chain of nightclubs and receives quite a tidy sum of money each month from those business dealings so my meager salary was not needed at all. Beth would continue working but had cut back to part time and making her own hours. She was doing it just because she enjoyed it, not because the money was needed with Master’s income now driving the household.

I was now kept dressed as a girl full time since there was no reason for me to go out at all. Master warned me this was only temporary for as soon as I looked natural enough there would be plenty of outings to keep me occupied. That thought sent chills down my spine. All of my male clothes were burned in a solemn ceremony in the backyard. Master, Daddy Art and Beth took great joy in throwing my clothes onto the fire as I knelt there in tears watching my old identity disappear. I was made to thank the big, strong, black men by sucking their cocks as my clothing burned. I swallowed their thick cum to the sound of my wife clapping and laughing.

Master made me wear the breast forms all the time and I was told to stay hairless and made up like a whore permanently. It was my job to keep my appearance up to a certain level of accuracy so I had to watch makeup tutorials on youtube and learn to walk and talk by watching sissy conversion videos on the more obscure porn sites. There were also the daily doses of hormones and other pills meant to make me more feminine. Master and Beth had been making jokes about plastic surgery too and I was growing more worried every day. Any deviation by me from my prescribed routine resulted in a beating. We were less than a week into our new living situation and I already had so many rules and stipulations to follow my poor head was spinning. But fear of beatings and of having the videos distributed kept me in line.

I was terrified to have my family find out about me. I wasn’t too close with my parent since we lived so far from each other but I still never wanted them to see what I was becoming. My father is extremely conservative and old school and I knew he would disown me if he ever found out. Beth knew all this and used it to help Master keep me in line.

So, here we were settling in to our new lives each of us adapting in their own way. Master was enjoying the thrill of taking over our lives while Beth was enamored with the joys of having a real man around the house. I on the other hand was miserable every day. I hated the horrible way I was treated by my lovely wife and her lover and started and ended each day in tears.

This morning, being the first full morning after all the moving and remodeling was finished, was no different at all.

I woke up in my pink fluffy bed at five in the morning as ordered by Master so I had time to make myself presentable before waking them with breakfast. I started by taking a quick shower where I made certain to shave every inch of my body below my eyebrows. I was becoming quite adept at this chore and made quick work of it so I could focus on my appearance. After my shower I quickly performed my toilet duties by removing the plug from my pussy and sitting on the commode to relieve myself. I was able to pee through the chastity cage so everything could be completed from a seated position. I was never allowed to pee standing up anyway so this worked out fine. I was required to keep the plug in my mouth the entire time I was on the toilet so that it would be cleaned and stay lubricated for reinsertion. When finished going to the bathroom I wiped myself very well then pushed the massive plug back into my stretched out hole. Having completing that humiliating task I went back to my pink room to finish getting ready.

I sat down at the makeup table in my room and began to put on my face. I applied a base that matched my complexion and then started on my eyes. I had to use eyeshadow, mascara, and eyeliner to make my eyes pop and to take on the look of a street level hooker. My nails were fake for now but I was told to let them grow out. For now my finger and toe nails were painted pink but I would change them to a color chosen by Mistress Beth when she grew bored with how they looked. The lipstick was always chosen to match my outfit for the day and as Mistress Beth had laid out a short red nightie and panties I used a deep red lipstick to match. My stockings were white and my heels as red as the nightie. I secured the breast forms in place and used a push up brad to hold them up nice and firm before pulling the nightie over my head. I put on my long, wavy, blonde wig and stood back to take it all in using the full length mirror hanging on the door.

If I wasn’t in such turmoil I might have thought myself attractive. It was astonishing to me what a little practice and fear could accomplish. I looked like a slut ready to go out on the stroll for the evening. I was shaking with embarrassment as I opened the door and headed out to start my daily chores.

I began with breakfast for Master and Mistress. How easy it was to think of my wife as Mistress or Ma’am now instead of Beth. A few hard slaps to the face by Master had put my mind at ease on that score.

I made the two lovers bacon, eggs and toast with some orange juice and coffee, then balancing it all on a tray I headed upstairs to serve them in bed.

I stood outside the closed door that led to my former bedroom and steadied myself before knocking. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves then knocked softly on the door. Master’s voice sounded amused when he asked, “Who is it”?

Using my best girly voice I said, “It’s your sissy with your breakfast Master. May I please come in and serve you”?

They just loved to make me ask permission to enter the room. They knew how humiliating it was for me to have to beg to be allowed entrance into a room I shared with my wife for years. Careful not to spill anything I opened the door and made my way inside.

The sight that greeted me was a familiar one. Master lay sprawled out on what used to be my side of the bed completely naked and not covered at all by the bedsheets. His huge, muscular body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat and his flaccid cock lay against his thigh still glimmering with the combined juices of he and my wife’s love making.

For her part, Mistress Beth was covered by the bed sheet up to her neck as Master no longer wanted me to casually see her nude body. I was only permitted to crawl under the sheets to lick her clean occasionally and was not to look at her amazing body any longer. Master was very protective of his property and didn’t want me getting too excited so I wouldn’t accidentally squirt my sissy cummies without permission. His words, not mine.

I set the tray on the bed between the two lovers and curtsied as I’d been taught. They both got a big kick out of watching me debase myself this way and laughed at my red face as I said, “Is there anything else I can do for you Master and Mistress”?

Master picked up a piece of toast and pointed at his cock while he began eating. I crawled up between his legs and began licking and sucking his cock clean tasting my wife all over the massive organ. They talked to each other having a normal conversation as if I weren’t even there. Here I was suckling on this man’s cock while he lay in bed with my wife and chatted about the day ahead with no regard for me at all. I found that to be extremely humiliating. It was bad enough to find myself in this position but to be ignored as though it were the most natural thing in the world was horrifying. They found it commonplace to have me sucking cock dressed as a street whore while they had breakfast in bed together.

Master was telling my wife that he had plans for me today while she was working. He said he wanted to stop by one of his clubs and wanted to show me off to the staff. He was telling her the club was staffed by all blacks and they loved nothing more than to see a white boy put in his place. He said it was great motivation for them and made for a great team building exercise. It was a strip club out near the airport that was open from noon till 3am and was always crowded with mostly black airport employees who worked different shifts. That’s what made the club so successful both day and night time were when someone was finishing their shift at the airport.

Mistress laughed at this and thought it was a great idea for a first outing. She said a closed environment like that would do quite nicely for my first time out dressed as a sissy since it was easy for Master to control.

I of course had no say in the matter and couldn’t talk if I wanted to with Master’s cock now fully erect and filling my mouth and throat as I bobbed my head up and down giving him his morning blow job. My wife and my Master ate their breakfast as Master turned on ESPN to catch the scores from last night’s games. It was a surreal picture of faux normalcy for the lounging couple. Just a normal morning for them to be lying in bed eating breakfast, him watching tv, her checking her email. The only thing to make the scene feel wrong was the crossdressing husband sucking black cock in the same bed. I shuddered in embarrassment as I slobbered all over the cock that had stolen my life from me.

We went on like this for over half an hour as they finished breakfast. Master then pulled my head down onto his engorged cock and shot his huge load down my throat with a satisfied grunt. I then licked him clean as he and Mistress got up to take a shower together. She wrapped herself in the bedsheet to keep me from seeing her naked body. With barely a backward glance my wife said, “Clean up the dishes and get to your chores cocksucker. That big load of cum is the only breakfast you’re getting today. I need you to keep your girly figure so we’re starting a new diet for you today. Lay out my gray suit for me then get this room cleaned up”.

Master laughed and said, “Damn girl you took control too easily. You’re a natural at taming sissies. I love it”.

I heard her giggle in response just as they closed the bathroom door behind them. I hurried to clear the breakfast dishes to the kitchen then returned to straighten up the bedroom. I removed the bedsheets and placed them in the laundry basket then made up the bed with fresh linen before picking out my wife’s outfit for the day. I knew there was a clean pair of panties and a bra in the bathroom for her as I had placed them there last night. It was part of the program to make sure I never saw her naked.

Just as I finished setting out her clothes, my wife emerged from the bathroom dressed in her bra and panties. My little clitty twitched in its cage as I saw her beautiful body. But I kept my eyes downcast so as not to piss her off. I helped my wife get dressed by slipping on her blouse and skirt then helping her on with her open toed heels. She picked up her jacket and peaked into the bathroom to say goodbye to Master then left without a word to me. I was just a servant to her now and not worthy of her goodbyes.

Master was finishing up in the bathroom so I took the time to set out his clothes for him. My hands were shaking as I worried about where Master would be taking me today. As he exited the bathroom still naked I was on my knees holding his underwear for him. He walked up to me and looked down at me with a sneer.

“You look good down there sissy. You look like a natural whore on your knees for your superior”.

I said, “Yes sir, thank you Master” as I held his underwear out for him to step into. My face was level with his crotch and I was staring at his thick penis as he placed a hand on top of my head to steady himself while he placed his right foot through the leg hole of his boxer briefs. Kneeling here holding his underwear while this huge, black man allowed me to dress him was somehow more degrading than sucking his cock. One was forced sex, the other was forced servitude. This was much more humbling as it felt more servile to me. When Master had both feet in place I began to slide his underwear up his legs and he stopped me just before I reached his crotch. Give me a little kiss of respect before you cover me up.

I shuddered in disgrace as I crawled around behind the towering black bull and kneeled in place with my face inches from his ass. I reached up with my small hands to pull his ass cheeks apart and marveled at the contrast of my white hands with their long pink fingernails against his dark chocolate skin. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and moved my face into the crevice to place my lips directly against his puckered hole. I kissed his asshole with a loud smacking sound and whispered, “I love kissing you darling” to his dank hole as I’d been instructed.

Master laughed at the way I defiled myself then told me to finish dressing him which I did without further incident. When Master was fully dressed he told me to fix my makeup which had been smeared by both sucking his cock and kissing his ass, then to get to my chores while he took care of some paperwork in his office. His office. It used to be mine but like everything else in my life it now belonged to my tormentor.

While Master was working in his office I did the breakfast dishes then started vacuuming the living room and dusting. It was strange for me to do housework like this especially dressed as I was. The heels were difficult to walk in and I felt silly stumbling around on them while pushing the vacuum cleaner. It had become my duty to keep the house clean now as Master said sissies were the bottom of the household hierarchy.

I was just finishing up with the dusting when Master called me into the office. I hurried in as quickly as possible on the heels with the fake tits flopping up and down as I sprinted. Upon entering the office Master told me to get dressed in the clothes Mistress Beth had laid out and then come back to the office when I was ready. He told me to hurry as he was eager to get going.

I hurried upstairs to find an outfit laid out on my sissy, pink bed. It was a sheer white blouse that ended at my belly button showing off my stomach and a very short ruffled pink skirt. There were white knee high stockings with a pair of pink, open toed heels the same color as my nails. She’d also laid out some jewelry and I was terribly ashamed to put it on as it made me look like an even cheaper whore. There were large, gold hoop earrings and several bracelets along with an array of gaudy rings. My ears had been pierced a few days ago so I was able to insert the earrings with no trouble despite my shaking hands. The complete ensemble made me look quite ridiculous but even I had to admit I looked kind of hot. They had done such a good job teaching me to make myself up that I didn’t look like a man in drag, I actually looked like a slutty young woman.

After touching up my makeup I made my way downstairs on shaky legs in absolute fear for what was about to happen. Master was taking me out dressed like this. I had been worried about being discovered but Mistress had thought of everything. The push up bra covered the fake tits perfectly so that you couldn’t see the seams where they were attached. Also the skirt hid my tiny clitty and its cage quite well. Plus the plug in my pussy and the heels made my walk look completely feminine.

The entire package was just too much for me to take. I felt like I was going to have a breakdown so I needed to try again to save myself any further humiliation. As I entered the office I cleared my throat and began speaking, not even certain what I wanted to say but unable to stop myself. I begged, “Please Master don’t make me go out like this. Please, I’ve done everything you’ve wanted. I have lived through every kind of humiliation possible without fighting back. I’m so afraid of you Master and what you’d do to me but please, I’m begging you don’t do this to me. Don’t take me outside like this. I can’t stand this any longer please just let me go. I’ll...”

I didn’t get another word out as Master had moved from behind the desk and slapped my face so hard my head was ringing. He quickly slapped me again on the other side of the face and tears of pain and terror filled my eyes. I tried again to speak but Master grabbed me roughly by the arm and dragged me over to the reading chair in the corner. He warned me to be silent as he sat down and pulled me over his knees with my ass sticking up and my face almost touching the floor.

“I knew you’d try something sooner or later bitch, I just thought it would have been sooner. Now I need to put you back into your place and believe me slut this is going to hurt you a hell of a lot more than it hurts me. I honestly can’t believe it took you this long to rebel. Too bad my lady isn’t here to see me discipline your sissy ass”.

With that Master pulled up my skirt and began slapping my ass hard. He hit me over and over alternating ass cheeks with brutal force. The plug in my ass made the pain that much worse and I was bawling and shaking all over. Master’s spanking of my panty covered ass lasted forever with him having to switch hands at one point. I’d love to say it was the hormones making me cry so much but the pain really was terrible. My ass was on fire and the savage man kept beating me until I was begging him to stop. I pleaded through the tears and sobbing till my Master finally took pity on me and stopped. He pushed me from his lap and I lay on the floor in a heap crying and rubbing my sore ass. Master stood up and kicked me once on my ass telling me to get moving and fix my makeup. Another savage kick to my beat red ass got me scurrying to my feet still crying and sobbing like a pitiful wretch.