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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…

A Prison of My Own Making A short story about a husband who regrets encouraging his wife to embrace her darker side. CW: Femdom, Brainwashing, Bondage, Latex, Non-Con and Manipulation. Marital bliss, the goal of marriage pushed on us by Hallmark, Valentines Day and animated movies about princesses who talk to animals. It's the unobtainable paradigm that so many have lost their minds trying to find. Don't get me wrong, marriage has been a rewarding and enriching experience, but anyone who tells you it ends with a 'happily ever after' is trying to sell you an overpriced necklace, a box of chocolates or a movie ticket.  My name is Jerry and I'm married to my beautiful wife Allison. Okay, she's no supermodel, but her slender frame, wide hips and dimpled smile were enough to melt my heart. We met working at a retail job in our mid 20's and hit it off right away. We had common interests and shared a mutual attraction. I am no Adonis myself. I'm 6 feet tall, have a chubby build and not

It was a casual Saturday afternoon. I was sitting about on my living room couch and scrolling on my phone when something muffled slammed into my front door. Opening the door, I discovered a pink stuffed bear no bigger than a watermelon with two black beady eyes. There was a ribbon with a note tied to its neck. I took it inside for a closer look, fearing embarrassment if anyone saw me pick it up. Putting it on my living room table, I untied the ribbon and unfurled the note. “Kiss me, your beary best friend, Miss Kisser.” Thinking that the plushie was just a stupid gift someone was too shy to give me at the door, I tossed it onto my couch and headed for the kitchen to get something to eat. As I was about to open my fridge, I realized I left my phone in the living room. Turning around, I was dumbfounded then the pink bear was sitting on my kitchen counter and holding my phone in its paws, attempting to use it. “Looking for this?” It asked with a squeaky female voice, presenting it to

Author's Note: Just a little story/announcement hybrid! Hope ya enjoy and keep your eyes peeled for what I have planned coming up. I smiled as I combed my brown hair and straitened my red shirt, "Hey all, thanks for subscribing to my Patreon! I thought I'd do something fun for this announcement and have it be its own self-contained story. Regardless, I want to thank everyone who has subscribed to the Patreon so far! I know it's going to build over time into a larger community and I appreciate all the support you're giving me," I bowed and gave you an earnest smile, "So, lets get into the knitty-gritty: Dungeons & Denny's should be done within the next few days. It's just taking longer to spellcheck because I have to focus on other things in real life," I cleared my throat and continued, "I'll also have other stories out throughout the month. I can't promise every single story will be long and incredibly detailed, but I'll try to have a little something for everyone! I also want

A rich girl help to the maid, and liked the maid's life -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Elizabeth loved vacationing at her aunt's. Aunt Pamela lived as a widow in London for a long time. She had a daughter, Emily, who was much older than 18-year-old Elizabeth. Emily had a husband and two teenage daughters, Linda, 13, and Nelly, 11. They lived in a nice country house. Aunt Pamela was rarely visited, so she employed a maid to do all the work around the house. Elizabeth had never met Edith, the maid. She was surprised when they met at Aunt Pamela's the following summer. The maid surprisingly resembled her. Only her short black hair was different because Elizabeth's hair was brown and longer, but not much longer. Elizabeth's relatively short hair was almost always covered by a wig, so she didn't care much about her own hair. Elizabeth liked to wear wigs. She had several and almost always wore one. She especially

To say the first six months of my marriage were far from what I imagined would be an egregious understatement. The wedding was perfect. I walked down the aisle, stood face-to-face with the man who would in just moments become my husband. We said our vows, were declared man and wife, and then he lifted me in his arms and carried me down the aisle. I didn't know then that it would be the last time he carried me in his arms as a purely romantic gesture and not out of practical necessity. I also didn't know that when I changed out of my wedding dress into the evening gown I had picked out for the reception that it would be the last time I would lift my arms over my head and use my fingers to pull a dress down over my own body, the last time I would bend down and use my hands to slide shoes on my feet planted firmly on the ground. I didn't know that our first dance as a married couple would be our last. The wedding day was perfect, but the date will always be marred. Our wedding

“I think I found you a job,” my sister says as I walk into the kitchen. “Good morning to you, too.” I have been crashing with her since I lost my job, and a shockingly short time later my apartment. I guess I’m getting on her nerves. “What might that be?” “Remember Emily?” “Barely.” “She’s a friend from church. She used money from the pandemic to start a hotel.” “Sounds familiar.” “She’s looking for a masseuse.” “I don’t know…” The look she gives me tells me I don’t have a choice but to call. A few days later I’m standing in the lobby of the little hotel, trying not to lo as nervous as I feel. It’s less of a hotel, really, and more of an Inn. A charming little farmhouse on a patch of land just outside of town. A gentle corn yellow with red roof and white wrap around porch. It came right out of a storybook. “Phil?” I turn to face the woman I assume to be the mysterious Emily. My breath catches in my chest. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her face is striking. Her

I never wanted to go to Tom's company's fundraising event, but I relented because it meant a lot to him, and after everything he's done for me these eight months post injury, could I really say no? Not that I didn't try to get out of it at first. I was sitting on the couch with Tom in the living room, as had become our nightly routine. He would transfer me out of the chair, make sure I was properly supported, and we would watch Netflix together. That's when he told me about the event, and my chest tightened with panic. "I don't know if I'm ready to go to that kind of party," I admitted. It would be a black-tie and formal dress occasion with a lot of mingling, which would mean a lot of stares in my direction. Sure, everyone at Tom's work knew about his wife, the aspiring veterinarian who was tragically hit by a distracted driver and is now paralyzed from the shoulders down. But they haven't seen me. In the four months that I've been home, I haven't gone many places except physical

Stina “If I like video games more than I like actual people, does that make me a nerd?” I voice...

Jenny just had to deal with being their maid-bot for the rest of the day, as it wouldn’t be until 6am until the counter got down to zero and she would have her mind transferred back to her own body. As Jenny let the program do its thing, she started to think about the copy of her mind that Lex now had copied. In one way, it was good that he had a back up of her, just in case. But on the other hand, he now had a copy of her mind that he could do whatever he wanted to, which wasn’t part of Jenny’s plan for the weekend. Jenny was thinking about what she could try next? She certainly need to sort out the maid-bots programming, so she would at least able to move and communicate as her self while in the maid-bots body while under the default maid-bot setting. Another thing running through Jenny’s mind was, if she should tell Lex about the room in their basement? At least if he knew about it, she certainly wouldn’t get into any unplanned trouble while her mind was transferred. But she

(Multiple Plush TFs, Wholesome, Temporary) Collaboration with EllensToyBox - please visit her page! "One, two, three, uhh… dammit. I really need to start moving this stuff onto my phone..." Lavender confusedly stared at the contents of the spell book, sweating from the heat of the cauldron beside her. On top of the footnotes left by centuries-past witches whose archaic English was indiscernible, there were also her own highlighted observations along with Almond’s tables for conversions. The final ingredient for this brew called for 'three specks of pink fairy dust', which meant… two grams of… pink cotton candy? She scratched her head. She could have asked the help of Almond, who had been reading on the desk beside her at the time, but she really wanted to get good at this on her own! If she was going to be running and supplying her own store, surely she *had* to be proficient with her own products. Right? As she tossed in the pink cotton candy, and the cauldron started to bubble