A beautiful spring day

The good news? It was a beautiful spring day yesterday and Miss let me spend the entire afternoon outside chained to the patio by my balls.

The bad news? She's a smoker. :(

New Year's Day

Spent most of today serving at the new year’s party. Lady Jennifer brought her husband with her. I hate when he’s here, it reminds me of what my life could be like without all this denial and emasculation. Watching him sit there with his dick hanging free while I haven’t seen my own junk in months? That shit just adds insult to injury and they all know it. Every time I walk in the room it’s a reminder of just how deeply screwed up this is. Me wobbling around in this stupid maid outfit and heels, hoping some day Miss will feel generous enough to unlock my dick. Serving drinks to Lady Jennifer and her “trophy cock” husband just rubs it all in. I hate that guy. What I wouldn’t give to be him for just one day!

What happens in Vegas...

Just got back from "vacation" in Las Vegas. Miss and Renee booked a vacation in Las Vegas in a Luxor suite for the entire week and took me with them.

I thought when Miss took off my chastity for the trip I'd be enjoying a week of freedom. I could not have been more wrong. Miss had my neosteel belt shipped to the hotel ahead of time, and it was locked on the moment we got to the suite. Followed by a brand new head-to-toe latex maid uniform.

While the girls were out gambling and enjoying the finest shows and food the city has to offer, I was confined to the hotel suite the entire week. Sitting there locked in chastity and that stupid ass uniform, bored out of my mind, imagining how much fun they must be having. Every day I searched the entire suite frantically for the keys to the uniform and chastity, hoping maybe they left them there by accident. Of course, they never did.

Miss even had the TV removed from the suite to ensure I had nothing to do but tidy the suite and then sit there sweating profusely beneath the latex. Corset cinched so tight I had to focus on my breathing. Inflatable breasts so big I couldn't cross my arms in front. Gag locked in place so I couldn't say a word. Praying when I heard the click of the door that they left the "Do not Disturb..." sign on the handle!

A change in diet

Made the mistake yesterday of asking pooch for a change in my diet. When she asked why, I said it was too bland. When she said "OK, I'll add a little bit of flavor for you" I thought she was actually doing something kind for me.

That thought would actually be laughable now, if the taste of that wretched dog food wasn't still in my mouth making me constantly want to vomit. She won't even let me brush my teeth to get the taste out, and it will take days before the case is finished and I'm allowed to beg for my old diet back.

Why did I even say anything? I really should know better by now.

Whipped, again...

Today pooch punished me for the failed inspection yesterday, with a whipping that left me trembling and shaking uncontrollably at the end. I really can't take much pain, certainly not like she can. Half way through the whipping I was making so much noise that she put the shock collar on my balls and shocked me every time I made a sound.

That forced me to endure the rest of the whipping in silence, and holding in the pain and having no outlet just made it even worse. My back and ass and even my thighs are now so sore and covered in welts that I can't really sit down, I have to lay on my front. I'm so mad at Renee for doing this to me, I could have gotten all of my chores done right yesterday if it wasn't for her. I wouldn't be in pain right now. This is all her fault. I really do hate her.

Maid service, Renee style

I hate it when the doorbell rings on Sundays. Answering the door in uniform ranks up there among the most humiliating things I have to do. Today it was Renee, who hates my guts. The feeling is quite mutual.

"Hello loser," she said as I opened the door. Her silently mocking derisive smile stung like a smack in the face, and the shame of being seen by such a hot chick in this awful uniform washed over me. As much as I really disliked her, I still couldn't help but feel intensely humiliated. Maybe even more so because of how much I wished I could have any kind of power over her. But her name for me was spot on, and I knew it. The shame burned so deep I could barely look at her.

"Where is your Mistress?"

She knows how much I despise that word. A vision flashed through my mind's eye of what I would do to her if the roles were reversed and I could adjust her attitude. I imagined I wasn't in that stupid maid uniform. I wasn't in chastity. I was bending that bitch over the back of the couch and fucking her so hard she cried out. Having her greedily suck her own shit off my cock, mascara trails streaking down from her pouty, wet eyes. 

But no... Play it cool. Be respectful. This girl is Miss's best friend, and therefore could royally fuck me up if I'm not careful.

"Mistress is upstairs, Maam" I said, and curtseyed before shutting the door. There was an awkward silence and we both stood there for a moment. Renee had a look as though she was expecting something. What? Oh my god, what?

"Shouldn't you be cleaning?" she asked.

"Yes Maam, thank you Maam!" I said, curtseying one more time to be on the safe side and then hurried off to the kitchen to get away from her.

I thought the humiliation of being seen by another woman this way was as bad as it could get. Wrong as usual. Some time later the two of them came down to the kitchen, talking. Then Renee started in on me.

"I think you're taking it way too easy on your little piglet here," she said. My face burned. I wished she would go away. "Mind if I make some adjustments?"

I gave Miss my best "Please, save me!" look but she didn't even acknowledge me. She just shrugged her shoulders, sipped her coffee and said "Sure, go ahead!"

Renee dragged me upstairs to my room and proceeded to make her "adjustments".

First, she had me take the dress off and laced me into a corset, pulling it impossibly tight. So tight that I had to take the most shallow breaths and couldn't bend except at the knees. I knew I was going to pass out today and hoped I wouldn't hit my head when I did. I thought about begging her, then realized I didn't want to give her the pleasure of knowing she was getting to me.

Next, she inserted the largest butt plug she could find. Thankfully she did use lube, but unlike Miss who inserts them gently, Renee did it so forcefully I thought she was going to tear my ass open. No waiting or going slow. Just push, push, ow fuck! And with a painful pop, the plug was fully seated and my ass hole was burning intensely from being forcefully stretched to the max. Two seconds later, she had the plug harness in place between my legs, pulled tight, and locked shut. Instinctively I tried to shit the thing out, but it wasn't going anywhere.

Lastly, she attached a spreader bar to my wrists stretching my hands out to the sides and locked the bar to my collar. Like a yoke it held my hands out to my sides at shoulder height. I couldn't lower them or move them. Between the bar and the corset, doing my chores today involved a lot of bending over at the waist and even the smallest tasks took fucking forever. Of course I could not get anything done right while I was bound that way, and completely failed inspection. So tomorrow I'll be caned again. Lucky me.

Superbowl post-game

Apparently our service was perfect last night. Because after the superbowl party, everyone decided took a vote and decided that the maids should be let out of chastity to put on their own “post-game show”, which meant Ash and I would be making out with each other in front of our guests.

Over time I have come to accept being Miss's slave. Things aren't as hard as they used to be in the beginning. I’ve learned to accept the sissification. The diet she keeps me on is bland, but I've never cared much about food anyway. And in a way I've even learned to take pride in doing the maid service. But it is still painful how much I miss making love to women. Pussy is just something I will never be happy without. Every time I go down on pooch or Miss I can remember that feeling vividly, and it is so frustrating I could scream!

But still... Even in front of all of our guests, the moment I felt Ash's hand go up my skirt I didn’t care about anything. It had been over three months since my last orgasm, and it only took a few seconds of fondling before I exploded into his hand - and all over my dress.

As soon as it happened I knew I was screwed, and the look Miss gave me at that moment told me everything - I was in extremely deep shit. So unfortunately nothing comes for free. Today Miss ordered pooch to punish me severely for staining my uniform. Pooch told me we'd start the punishment at 3:00, which is in just two hours. My stomach is in my throat thinking about what's going to happen.