The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 by beanz65, literature
Literature
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 Part 9, David finds himself serving a woman other than Kathy. CW: Femdom, Maid Play, Humiliation, Brainwashing, and Feminization. A few days went by in a haze. I had been under Kathy's thumb for about a week, but it felt like a hellish eternity. I was constantly feeling my mind being twisted and changed. Kathy was starting to do what she called 'daily uploads' that resulted in more control and less freedom of thought and action. I was swaying my hips as I walked, avoiding eye contact unless directly ordered to do so, and my chores were becoming more tedious. Kathy was photographing and video recording me more and more doing chores, cooking, and worshipping her feet and butt. One Wednesday, she sat me down in front of her computer and showed me a commercial she was sending to potential clients of my 'All Service Maid' business. It showed me prancing around in my sissy maid costume, cleaning and even pleasuring Kathy orally. My stomach sank, knowing that anyone I served would have no doubt about what they were allowed to do to me. That Friday, I arrived at 8 to find Kathy standing by her car holding a pink duffel bag. "Get in" was my only instruction. I didn't know where we were going, but I feared the worst. As we drove, Kathy explained . "We have our first clients today. 2 different women have booked you for half a day each. And lucky you, you've already met both of them." My stomach sank. I hated the thought of serving the condescending blonde and the handsy redhead, but I dreaded the idea of being in the same room as the raven haired harpy. "Which… ones am I… serving?" Kathy looked at me with a satisfied grin. "Oh, I'm not saying. I would hate to ruin such a delicious surprise!" I sat there miserable, dreading the worst. I felt a wave of pain from my groin. Since I had been in chastity for over a week without release, my balls were becoming swollen and painful in the tight confines of the cage. This painful sting wasn't as bad as some, but they were becoming much more frequent. We eventually pulled up to a pleasant colonial style house. It was painted yellow and had a white picket fence. Kathy handed me the duffel bag with my sissy maid dress was carefully packed. She then handed me a blindfold. "Put this on, take my hand, and follow me inside." I immediately obeyed and was led into the house. I was able to remove my blindfold in an ornately decorated bathroom. Knowing what was coming next, I put on my fake breasts, corset, garter belt, bra and panties, stockings, dress, opera gloves, high heels and of course my collar with the long leash already attached. Kathy walked around me, putting a small lock on the back of my dress, the strap of each high heel and the collar. I hated this part because it was all pageantry. I couldn't disobey Kathy or remove these clothes without her permission, so this was all to show my temporary owner her control over me. But I put on the wig with the long pink pigtails, applied my make-up, and Kathy took hold of my leash. She led me out of the bathroom and into the home's living room. I was stunned by who I saw! The beautiful blonde who had been at Kathy's brunch sat on an armchair, one leg draped over the other. She wore a white sundress with yellow floral patterns and a stunning smile on her face. Per my programming, I entered the room and knelt in front of her with my eyes on the floor. The blonde giggled. "My my, Kathy. She looks quite different from the exotic creature you had serving us last week." Kathy laughed. "Yes, I thought this was more appropriate for a sissy slut. She's all yours." Kathy handed the woman the end of my leash. "And you're sure you are okay taking her to her next appointment?" The blonde nodded. "Of course. I'll get her there on time." Kathy thanked her and turned to me. "Well Daisy, get to work. You will serve Beth's every command, just like I've taught you. See you later." She turned around. "Kiss your goddess goodbye." I raised my head and planted a kiss on her butt, to my embarrassment. Kathy laughed and left. I was now alone with this person, whose name was apparently Beth. She looked down at me. "Well, you have cleaning to do. I put the appropriate cleaning supplies on the kitchen table. Clean my house then come back here." I nodded. "Yes, Miss Beth." I went to the kitchen and gathered the supplies. Beth had been very thorough. I took the carrier and my training kicked in. I thoroughly cleaned her whole house. It was smaller than Kathy's house so it only took me about 3 hours. When I was done, I returned to the living room where Beth was sitting, reading a book. I approached her and kneeled. She smiled, closed her book and leaned down to look at me. "Such a good little thing. Come here Daisy, and put your head in my lap." I crawled forward and obeyed. Beth giggled. "Let's get rid of this ridiculous thing." She removed my wig so my head was resting against her soft dress and I could feel her pillowy thighs supporting my head. She started stroking my hair gently. I felt on edge, waiting for the punchline where I am tortured in some way, but she seemed content to just be gentle. "I want to know some things. Answer me honestly. Understand?" I felt my mind open like a book, leaving me vulnerable to her questions. I nodded. "Yes Miss Beth." She giggled again as she continued to stroke my hair. "So obedient. Now, why are you serving Kathy so loyally? Is it blackmail?" I sighed. "It's not blackmail. I got caught watching porn that was… especially degrading to women. My mom made me go to Kathy for therapy, but she ended up hypnotizing and brainwashing me. Since then, she has made a web of brainwashing that has left me unable to do anything but obey her." Beth gasped then chuckled softly. "I see, so you were a naughty boy. Well, I hope you are learning your lesson. What sort of things is she making you do in your daily life?" I sighed again, hating that I would have to describe my torment out loud. "She makes me come to her house to assert more dominance and brainwash me further every day. She is also influencing my mother by making me tell her how helpful she is being. And she… has me locked in a chastity cage." Beth's hand stopped moving. "Really? When was your last relief?" I shuddered. "It was over a week ago." Beth was quiet for a bit. "Show me." I stood up, lifted my skirt and lowered my panties to show the small, concealing cage. My cock and balls were both swollen and straining against the cage. Beth looked shocked, then to my surprise, she looked concerned. "Oh my gosh! Does it…hurt?" I nodded my head. "Yes Miss Beth." She shook her head. "You poor, sweet thing. Let's take care of that for you. Undress." I felt something that I hadn't for some time, hope. Was she going to let me out? And… cum? I undressed, removing each piece of my humiliating uniform with Beth using a ring of keys to help me take off the locked items until it was folded neatly on the floor next to me and I was standing in front of her. She examined the cage more closely. "Wow, it really conceals everything. Now let me see here…" She held up a small key and put it in the cage's lock. "I'm going to take this off you, but you are not allowed to cum until I say so." With that, I was released from my chastity cage. I immediately felt relieved as my manhood was allowed to dangle freely. "You're lucky I paid for you. I love playing with cock and we are going to have a lot of fun! Let's start with some…" And to my shock, she got on her knees and wrapped her lips around my neglected dick. She started giving me head and I was instantly in heaven! She pushed me back onto the couch and I sat back as she gave me the best head of my life! The only frustrating thing was that I physically couldn't cum. I wasn't surprised, with the layers of programming wrapped around my brain, this was to be expected. After a while of sucking, licking and massaging my cock and balls, Beth smiled up at me. "Are you ready?" I nodded vigorously. "Yes Miss Beth! Please let me cum!" Beth laughed at my desperation. "Okay, when I say. 3, 2, 1, CUM!" As soon as she said that, two things happened at once. Her hand squeezed my cock and balls with a vicious strength and my balls emptied in the most disappointingly ruined orgasm ever. I shuddered and groaned in pain as the agony of my abused manhood overwhelmed any pleasure it could have brought. Beth cackled as she started to,use tissues to clean up the massive load on her hand and floor. "Awww, sorry sweetie, I couldn't resist. I know you've been through a lot, but ruining orgasms is the one little mean thing I really enjoy. Get redressed, it's time to go. And maybe next time I'll let you have a fun orgasm." As I put my embarrassing garb back on, locking everything back in place, Beth took my leash and led me into her garage. We got in and drove for about 10 minutes. Beth seemed to be stalling as I saw her drive around the same road 3 times. "I'm sorry I have to do this, but Kathy makes the rules. Just know, they won't all be this bad…" I shuddered to think what she might mean as we pulled into a driveway. The large house sat back from the street and was surrounded by trees. I got out of the car in relative seclusion and Beth held my leash as she led me to the front door. She rang the doorbell and a few moments later, I was face to face with my new temporary mistress, the raven haired bitch. She looked at me with sadistic glee. "Welcome to hell, bitch." To be continued…
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An Honest Mistake rev.1.0 by JaneDoe-2010, literature
Literature
An Honest Mistake rev.1.0
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