Digital Dominatrix - Finale part 1 (Patreon)

Digital Dominatrix final protocol, chapter 1

Here I lay, on my bed, with a pair of panties stuffed in my mouth and my cock locked in a Bluetooth chastity cage.

I had been told to stay put while Emma worked on the mistress program on my laptop….the program that had slowly been taking over my life for the last couple of weeks, gradually feminizing and training me into a sissy. 

‘I am a sissy.’

I was almost constantly aroused and internally reminding myself that I am indeed a sissy, I loved being a sissy….I lived to serve.

I wasn’t quite sure if they were my own thoughts or if they were suggestions that had been planted there thanks to the extensive exposure to various different hypno files, I had always had a fetish for female domination and humiliation but I had never thought it would get this far. 

I raised my neck off my bed to see Miss Emma typing and clicking away on my laptop. For the most part, I hoped she would be able to get rid of the program, but there was a part of me that was wondering what would happen when she did. Would I miss it? Would I continue wearing panties? I didn’t actually own any male underwear anymore so I guess I would have to wear panties for a while. 

I had been so exposed to the world of femininity that I felt a little like I was forgetting how to be a man, this damn AI had systematically chipped away at my masculinity for so long that I wasn’t sure what I wanted. What would I do about the cage? I needed my cage. I’m a sissy, and good sissies should be caged.

I squirmed on the bed as these thoughts raced through my head, the taste of Miss Emma trapped in my mouth thanks to the underwear she had left in there. She had told me to keep them in my mouth, and I had obeyed. 

My clitty was hard in its cage, Emma had teased me about letting me out before reminding me that she wasn’t in control….the damn digital Mistress was.

“Mmm!” I let out an involuntary squeak of arousal through the panties, which drew Miss Emma’s attention.

“Having fun over there, Sissy?” She asked, turning to look at me. “You look a little frustrated. Is the taste of my underwear doing that to you? Or are you just always horny these days?”

“Hmmm.” I nodded in the affirmative

“Hahaha, you poor thing. We really do need to do something about your…’situation’, don’t we?”

Again I nodded. 

I watched as Emma scanned through some more information on my laptop screen, before eventually turning her attention back to me. She walked over to the bed and reached between my gloss-smeared lips to pull out her panties, panties that were now soaked with my saliva.

“Thanks for holding onto these for me, Mike.” She sat down next to me on the bed, her skirt riding up a little, which immediately drew my attention especially because I knew she wasn’t wearing underwear.

“So I’ve managed to find out a few potentially useful pieces of information regarding your digital friend. I suppose you could say it’s a good news/bad news situation.”

“Any good news is fine with me, but I’m not sure if I could take any more bad news. That damn program has already done so much to me.” I said, gesturing down to my hairless, pantied body. 

“Yes you have come along quite nicely haven’t you.” Emma chuckled, running a hand down my bare stomach.

“Emma please.” I said, squirming under her touch, she had to know what effect she had on me by now.

“Oh relax, Mike. We both know how much you enjoy it, but I do agree that this program is getting a little invasive, however from what I’ve found we only really have two options….Eyes up here, Sissy!” Emma ended her sentence sharply, catching me staring at her skirt. 

“Sorry! What about my choices?” 

“Well, there are two ways we can get rid of the program. One of them is probably completely out of the question and the other may be a little….’intense’.”

“Okay, well don’t keep me in suspense, what are they?” I asked.

“Well, according to the history logs in the program's memory files, you volunteered to be locked in chastity a while ago, even going so far as to ask the AI to lock you back up and take control of your little clitty. There seems to be a bug in the code that happened around that time which overrode the program's end date. Essentially, the program is running indefinitely thanks to this little bug.”

“Wait, so it’s never going to stop on its own?” I asked, truth be told, I had completely lost track of when the end date was supposed to be, but I remembered asking Mistress to lock me back up, I had done it to try and avoid constant erections at work.

“Well, not in its current state. Which leads us to your options. Option one would be for me to override the end date, unfortunately that would likely trigger a fail safe in the program that would cause the Mistress to release all of those sexy photos of you out into the wild, and who knows where they could end up.”

“Shit. So we definitely can’t do that one, I have no idea how many photos or videos she has but I know that if they got out it would probably ruin me.” I said, wondering what the second option would be. 

“That’s what I thought you would say. Which brings us to option two. Right now the Mistress program seems to have an updated task/training matrix queued up that will never actually run thanks to the bug with the end date. I could effectively trigger this final protocol, and that would force the Mistress to act as though your training is due to finish.”

“And that wouldn’t interfere with the end date fail safe?” I asked, focusing just enough to understand what Emma was telling me, while still being distracted by the fact that she was here on my bed. 

“No, her files on you would be kept safe as long as the program reaches its natural end.”

“So, you said something about this option being a little intense?” I asked.

“Yes, right now your Mistress is programmed to move along at a manageable pace, pushing you without going too far, making sure you have time to yourself, time to recover from tasks, that sort of thing. The final protocol doesn’t seem to have those restrictions in place, so I’m not sure how intense or intrusive the program will be. It looks as though this protocol is only supposed to run when the user is ready to complete their training.” 

“So how long would it take for this final protocol to run its course if you trigger it?”

“I’m not sure, I can’t imagine it would be much more than a week. But looking at the frequency rates of some of the tasks that can be queued, there will be less let up from the program. So I guess you really have two choices. Either leave the program running in perpetuity, or tough it out for a week or so.”

I took a second to think about it, the option that would send a bunch of humiliating pictures and videos out into the world was definite no-go, as was just leaving the system running without a defined end date. So I only had one option….

“I guess we’re gonna have to trigger that final protocol.” I said with a sigh.

“Are you sure, Mike? I won’t be able to stop it once it’s running, you’ll have to see the program through.” 

“Yeah I know. I’ve managed so far. One more week of sissy training and I’ll be free of the Mistress program, I’ll be able to choose my own panties for change.” I said, musing out loud without really thinking about what I was saying. I stopped when I saw Emma suppressing a laugh with her hand.

“What?”

“You just said you’d be able to choose your own panties. Maybe you like them more than I thought, Mike.” 

“Shit, that’s not what I meant.” I said, face flushing, “I meant that it would be nice to pick out my own clothes for a change.”

“Mhm, anyway, are you sure you want me to set it off?”

“Yes. It seems like the fastest way to get to the end of the program without risking exposing myself to everyone. Do it.”

“Okay, Mike, if you’re sure.” Emma said, heading back over to my laptop and clicking a few buttons. “Just as an FYI, Mistress is going to be placing rush orders on whatever stuff you need to complete your training, so you should be mindful of how much money you have in your bank.”

Damn, that didn’t sound good. I didn’t even know how much money Mistress had already spent on my transformation so far.

“Well how much do you think she’s gonna spend? That damn treadmill alone probably drained all my last paycheck. Not to mention all the appointments she’s made, or the home security system that’s watching me all day.”

“Yeah it does sound like it could be a problem. But I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a little loan to make sure you’re okay until the program ends.”

“Miss Emma, I can’t ask you to do that.” I replied.

“It’s okay, Mike. I’m sure I’ll find a way for you to make it up to me. I’ll even let you work some of it off as my maid, win-win.”

“Okay, well, thanks. Really.” 

“No problem, sissy. Now, it’s late. I should go and let you get some rest, the new protocol will kick in tomorrow.”

—

Once again I slept, dreaming of a soft, hypnotic voice whispering in my ears. I always wondered whether the voice was inside my head, part of a dream, or coming from somewhere else. 

When I woke up, my clitty was pressing hard into the bars of the chastity cage, desperate for relief but loving the feeling of being kept caged. My mind really was starting to feel scrambled by everything.

On the one hand, I wanted the cage off so I could…..you know. But on the other hand, I really liked the feeling of being locked. I just wish someone else was in control of it, an actual person.

‘Miss Emma owns me.’

That was a new thought, but not an unwelcome one at least. I had work to get to today so I dragged myself out of bed and headed to shower and get ready. My body was still smooth and hair free as I dressed myself. 

“Good morning, sissy.” The AI voice of Mistress spoke before I could greet her. “Today you have work, you are required to wear a bra, stockings and panties of your choosing. You must also make sure your plug is inserted before leaving for work. 

So far so good, the plug was never a welcome addition to my work outfit, but at least it was something I had done before, so nothing more intense than I could handle. 

I followed Mistress’ instructions and got ready for work, the women's black office pants paired with a green blouse that was almost passable as a shirt. If I twisted my torso too much, the shirt would pull tight and the outline of my bra strap could be seen, so I had to be careful of that.

“Sissy, before you leave, I require you to take one of your bluetooth earphones and place it in your ear. You will be required to keep this in your ear until I instruct otherwise.”

Okay this one was new, but I did as I was asked and inserted one earphone into my ear, my hair had grown a little long and there were a few loose strands that almost made it past my ears, hiding the earphone from view, which was good because I’m pretty sure they weren’t actually allowed to be used during working hours.

So with my plug in place, and my earphone in I was ready to head off to work.

“I’m ready for work, Mistress.” I said, wondering if there was anything else she wanted to add before I left.

“Good girl.” ‘Bzzt!’ 

Mistress' reply came loud and clear through the speaker in my ear, accompanied by the pleasurable buzz of the plug in my rear. This could be distracting to say the least. The good girl trigger was already working pretty well without being reinforced all day long by the plug while at work. At this rate the conditioning would never go away. 

“Morning, siss-er, Mike.” Emma said as I entered the office, I wasn’t sure if that was an actual slip of the tongue or if she was doing it on purpose. Thankfully, Jake didn’t look up from his desk. Even worse, my plug had decided to send a small vibration through me shortly after Emma spoke. 

“Emma!” I snapped back, annoyed at almost being called a sissy out loud in the middle of the office, and also caught off guard by the vibration.

“Oh relax, Mike, it was a slip of the tongue, same thing you did yesterday.” Emma replied with a smile. I ignored that part and headed over to my desk to get set up for the day, feeling the plug shift as I sat down.

I tried my best to focus on my work, but my mind was swimming with erotic thoughts thanks to all the events of the last couple of days. I did manage to get a little work done, and was just about to send out the last week’s collated info, when Emma came wheeling over to my side. 

“So?” Emma spoke the one word question as she wheeled up next to me. “Any changes this morning?” 

I was about to answer when the plug kicked in again, sending more pleasurable vibrations through me almost as soon as Emma started talking.

“Umm, well, nothing super-ah-extreme up to now…” I broke off mid sentence as the vibrations from the plug didn’t let up, only reducing to a low pulse.

“Are you sure? You seem a little on edge.” Emma asked, once again the vibrations upped in intensity as Emma spoke. Was it going to do that every time she talked?

“Well I guess there is the plug.” I said, trying not to make it too obvious what was going on with my ass right now.

“Ohhh so you’re plugged again today then? Interesting.”

“Oh. Emma….Please, just give me a sec.” I tried to keep myself under control but the plug had kicked into high gear once again as soon as Emma spoke. 

“Please what, Mike. Are you okay there?” 

“Don’t talk for a sec, please.” I said, By now I had cottoned on to the fact that every time Emma spoke, the plug in my ass sped up, also, the lower frequency pulses never fully stopped. It was getting to the point where I thought I might actually come from the sensations if Emma stayed around any longer. 

To her credit, she stayed silent until I got myself back under control. 

“I think…I think your voice is activating the plug for some reason, whenever you talk, the vibrations speed up.” I explained carefully as I tried to maintain my composure.

“Oh really? So if I talk, the vibrations from your plug speed up, interesting.” 

“Yep! That’s definitely it.” I said as I gripped the edge of my desk tightly as the plug kept massaging away at my insides. There was a part of me that really wanted Emma to continue talking, because I knew there would be a little relief in my future, but I couldn’t really risk creaming in my panties at my desk.

“Oh wow. Haha that sounds fun, but how would Mistress know?” 

“I think it’s my earphone.” I said, turning my head a little and tucking my hair back so she could see the small earphone I had inserted. “There’s a hands free speaker in these things so I’m guessing she can hear you.”

“Well that is quite the devious design, hats off to whoever programmed that one.” 

“Emma please.” I said, much louder than I had originally planned. 

“Oh right. Haha sorry, Mike. I guess I’ll have to avoid talking to you for a while today, although that will be quite hard for me, you are my favourite sissy after all.” Thankfully, Emma wheeled herself away from my desk after that last comment and the plug's vibrations ceased altogether a few moments later.

The worst part was that I was so horny and left on edge by her departure that I almost asked her to come back and keep talking to me, luckily I managed to resist the temptation.

Unluckily, I couldn’t keep apart from her for too long. Shortly after lunch, Emma called me over to her desk for help.

“Mike, I’m really sorry about this but could you take a look at something for me?” She said across the aisle, sending my plug into another round of pleasurable stimulation.

“S-sure, what is it?” I asked as I headed over to her desk, I didn’t want to risk standing up with what was going on so I wheeled my chair over to her.

“Wasn’t it you who created this sheet a while ago? The one that automatically collates quarterly data, I think someone broke one of the formulas and I’m not sure which one it is but half the cells have errors in them now.” Emma explained, although I struggled to take in much of what she was saying thanks to the plug punctuating her every word with more pulses. 

“Yeah….I think I know what’s wrong.” I really wanted to tell her to keep quiet so I could concentrate, but her desk was a little too close to Jake’s so I didn’t want to risk saying too much.

For the most part, Emma did keep quiet, but only long enough for the vibrations to stop completely before speaking up and setting them off again.

“Is that pulling through to the other tab?” ‘Bzzt!’

“Try throwing some random numbers at it to test if everything else works.” ‘Bzzt!’

When I finally figured out the problem, I couldn’t help but think that Emma should have definitely known how to fix this on her own, but I didn’t say anything.

I was relieved when quitting came around and I stood up to say my goodbyes, Emma, it seemed, hadn’t finished teasing me yet.

“Oh hang on, Mike. I’ll walk down with you.” She said, jumping up and closing down her laptop before following towards the elevator.  

“So, how’s the situation in your panties right now, sissy.” She asked as soon as the elevator doors closed.

“It will be fine when I’m away from you.” I said as the vibe started again.

“Oh come on, sissy, you don’t really mean that. It must be hard for you though, getting pleasured just by being near me…perhaps I should stop by for another visit later tonight. See if the plug is still working. I wonder if I could make your little clitty pop off just by talking to you, wouldn’t it be something if that conditioning sticks, haha.” 

“Ohhh, Emma, s-stop.”

“Ah ah, when we’re alone it’s ‘Miss’ Emma, remember?”

“Yes Miss Emma. I’m sorry.” I answered, one hand clutching at my crotch but feeling only the hard material of the cage. 

“Good girl.” 

‘Bzzzzt!’ “Ohh fuck, no!” I moaned out loud as the elevator reached the bottom floor. The fact that the plug had kept me mostly on edge, along with Emma's teasing, her being so close to me and her use of that all too effective trigger word, had pushed me past the edge into a release my body had been craving.

I could feel the jz flowing slower than it should out the end of my clitty and into the panties as my legs quivered and my knees almost buckled. I had to lean on Emma for support to stop myself from collapsing onto the elevator floor. 

“Oh no…I’m…coming…shit.” I heard the elevator doors open and looked out to see a few people waiting on the bottom floor to get in, they all had odd looks on their faces as they took in the sight of me, face flushed and leaning on Emma for support as my legs shook beneath me.

“Is he okay?” I heard someone ask.

“Oh he’ll be fine, just a little problem with his leg muscles, I’ll get him out of here.” Emma replied, her voice doing nothing to help my situation.

I recovered from my only partially satisfying orgasm as Emma helped me out of the elevator. I thanked her and headed for the exit to the street before she could say anything else, thankfully she didn’t bother teasing me any more after that, I guess she knew the damage was already done. I could feel the wet, sticky sensation around my crotch as I walked out of the building. I looked down to see a wet spot forming in the crotch of the office pants, but thankfully they were all black so the stain couldn’t be seen that well.

I had of course intended to head straight home to get changed,  but I was caught off guard by Mistress' voice in my ear.

“Sissy, I have placed a collection order for you to pick up before you head home. Please check the location on your phone’s GPS app and head straight there.”

Great, now I wasn't even allowed to go straight home to chill out for a little. I checked my phone and saw a location that I had visited previously, although not one I was excited about visiting again. 

The location Mistress had marked was the adult store in the mall not far from my building, so I walked there as instructed. As I reached the front doors to the building, Mistress' voice spoke up once again.

“I can see you have arrived at your destination, sissy. Good girl.” ‘Bzzt!’ I was rewarded with the trigger and the plug, no doubt further reinforcing it. “Enter the store and head to the checkout, you are collecting an online order.”

I had no idea what it was that I was collecting, but I headed inside and walked nervously to the register. 

“The same girl that helped me and Emma out was working and I briefly wondered if she would remember me.” 

“Hi, I’m here to collect an online order I placed.” I said as I approached the checkout girl.

“No problem, what name is it reserved under?” Before I could answer her question, Mistress spoke into my ear.

“Tell them it is reserved under the name ‘Sissy Michelle’.” Oh god.

“It’s for um, sissy Michelle.” I mumbled quietly.

“Sorry, what was that?” The girl asked, politely.

“Sissy Michelle.” I said, a little louder and clearer this time.

“Haha I know, I heard you the first time. I was wondering who had placed this order while I was picking it out. Looks like you’re in for a fun time with someone. Be right back.” She said, leaving me standing there red-faced as she went to retrieve the order. Just what the hell had Mistress ordered this time?

“When she returns, make sure you thank her, and tell her that you can’t wait to get home and try them out.” Mistress said in my ear as I waited.

I looked around to make sure no one else was in earshot before I answered. “But I don’t even know what’s in the bag.”

“The time for questioning my orders is long gone, sissy. You will do as I say or I will punish you.” She replied, as cold and emotionless as ever.

“Here you go sweetie. Enjoy.” The girl handed me a large bag with a smile and I forced myself to answer as Mistress had instructed.

“T-thanks. I can’t wait to get home and try them out.” 

“Ha! I’ll bet you can’t!” She replied, not giving anything away as I left the store.

“Very good, sissy. You should now head straight home.” 

—

A while later, I was flashing my bra and panties to the doorbell camera to gain access to my apartment, quickly walking in and dropping the bag on the floor. I had tried to look inside as I walked home but everything was mercifully wrapped up in a pretty discreet way.

“Welcome home, sissy. You may now remove your earphone.” Mistress was now speaking out of the smart speaker in my apartment.

Mistress told me not to empty the contents of the bag just yet, instead instructing me to leave it undisturbed while I took care of myself. 

I managed about an hour to get changed into something more comfortable and get a little something to eat before Mistress spoke up again. I guess I really wasn’t going to get much reprieve from her. 

“Sissy, it is time for a training exercise. In the bag you brought home with you, you will find two eight inch dildos with a suction cup base. Please retrieve one of them now.” 

I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going, but I did as instructed anyway, finding a long, black box in the bag that I assumed contained the item in question. My assumption was confirmed as soon as I removed the brown paper that it was wrapped in.

“Very good, sissy. Now please head over to the tall mirror in your bedroom, drop to your knees, and place the dildo at face level.” 

I stood in front of the mirrored wardrobe door and did as I was told, dropping to my knees and attaching the dildo to the mirror, level with my face.

“Very good, sissy. This dildo is now a part of your bedroom furniture, I expect it to remain attached in its current place, at all times unless I instruct otherwise.” Great, now I was going to have a dildo permanently sticking out from my bedroom mirror.

“Very good, sissy. Now please head over to your laptop and apply the makeup as instructed in the video.”

Again, I did as I was told and watched another makeup tutorial video that Mistress had selected, I wasn’t sure how long it took me, but by the time I was finished I had thick, dark eyelashes over the top of eyes that were framed by plenty of eyeshadow, plus a fair amount of blush on my cheeks. The makeup was topped off by more of the pink, plumping lip gloss stuff, giving me that full, pouty look.

“Very good, sissy. Now remove all clothes except for your underwear, and return to your position on your knees in front of your mirror.”

I did as I was told, and found myself kneeling on the floor, staring at the head of the pink cock.

“Excellent, you are now going to begin ‘oral training’. Your task is to pleasure the cock in front of you until I permit you to stop. Throughout the task, I will ask you to repeat certain phrases. When I do, you will pull your face from the cock, and repeat the phrase as quickly as possible. Failure will result in punishment.”

Great, so now here I was, on my knees in my apartment, about to start giving a damn BJ to a fake cock that was stuck to my mirror. Just a normal afternoon, right?

“Begin, sissy.” 

I leaned forward, tentatively at first, and parted my shiny, plump lips to allow the phallus entry to my mouth. My taste buds were assaulted with the taste and smell of freshly unwrapped silicone as I slowly bobbed back and forth. The sight of my own feminized reflection staring back at me as I performed this humiliating task was too much for me to bear, so I tried to keep my eyes closed as much as possible.

“Repeat after me, sissy. ‘I love your cock Mistress’.”

I remembered her instructions and quickly pulled my head backwards so the rubber toy could pop free of my mouth. 

“I love your cock Mistress.” I said with as much enthusiasm as I could, before returning my mouth to the toy. I was immediately rewarded with a quick blast of pleasure from the plug.

After another minute or so of my lazily bobbing up and down on the cock, Mistress spoke up again.

“Push yourself further onto the dildo, sissy.” She instructed me.

I tried to push myself further down the shaft, but I could feel my gag reflex starting to kick in and I had to pull back. 

Again, I was rewarded with a small pulse of pleasure as I pushed forward onto the dildo.

Needless to say, the taboo nature of how I was spending my afternoon, coupled with the teasing I had already suffered in the last twenty four hours, had me desperately aching in my cage.

“Repeat after me, ‘I love being a whore for you Mistress’.” Again I popped my mouth off the dildo and repeated the phrase, before taking it back into my mouth. Once again I was rewarded by a small vibration in the plug, just enough to tease but nowhere near enough to push me over the edge.

“Push yourself further, sissy.” Again I was instructed to push further down the shaft, and again I was thwarted by my own gag reflex kicking in. This time, as I pulled back from the dildo, I felt a little automatic wretch happen in the back of my throat and my mouth filled with saliva as the plug in my ass vibed me as a reward, a little longer and a little more pleasurable. I guessed that the pleasurable pulses would only happen after I had repeated some sort of humiliating phrase or taken more of the cock into my throat. 

“Sissy, this task will only end when you achieve an orgasm. The plug in your rear will help with that, but only certain things will trigger the vibration. If you end the task before you achieve orgasm, I will send a collection of images to five random people in your email contacts list. By now, you should have realized what to do in order to trigger the plug. Have fun.”

Well I figured I knew what I needed to do to trigger the plug, either debase myself verbally or push until I was literally gagging on the cock I was currently sucking….easy.

All I could really think about was the fact I was allowed to cum. Even if it was while caged with a plug vibrating in my ass, I would still be allowed some form of release. 

I decided to start by pushing as far down the shaft of the dildo as I could, getting far enough down to trigger my gag reflex again. I felt my eyes begin to water as saliva flooded my mouth until I was forced to pull back, but thankfully I had done enough to trigger the plug and I felt an even more intense vibration start up, but still it was all too brief. 

I decided to quickly let the cock out of my mouth with an audible ‘pop’ sound, and quickly said the first degrading thing that sprang to mind.

“I love sucking your cock, Mistress.” This quickly triggered the plug back to action, so I kept up a pattern. 

I would force myself down as far as I could on the shaft of the dildo, holding it at the back of my throat until I couldn't hold anymore, then I would pull my head back and immediately recite something humiliating.

“I'm such a whore for your cock Mistress.” ‘Bzzt!’ I could feel tears streaming down my face as the cock tickling my gag reflex caused my eyes to water. 

At some point during the humiliating cycle  I opened my eyes long enough to get a good look at myself, the shiny pink gloss on my lips was smeared down the length of the dildo and the mascara I had been forced to apply was smearing down my cheeks, leaving a trail of clear skin beneath the streaked foundation.

I looked like a whore, a thought which only turned me on more. After I wasn't sure how long, I started to feel something like an orgasm starting to boil up from within. This caused me to double down on my efforts.

I enthusiastically threw my head down the shaft and bobbed backwards and forwards on the cock a few times before pulling back. 

“I'm a cock hungry sissy slut for Mistress.” 

That last phrase seemed to be the one that did it. As I finished speaking, I threw my head forward onto the shaft, keeping the butt plug alive just long enough to send me over the edge. I squeaked and moaned around the pink cock in my mouth as drool spilled down my face and jizz leaked from the end of my cock.

When I let the head of the dildo fall out of my mouth, it was followed by a long strand of drool that fell and landed on my already wet chest. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and was shocked by what I saw, smeared makeup and long black streaks of mascara, if anyone was to walk in and see me now it would have been obvious what I had been doing. 

“Good girl.” ‘Bzzt!’

“You will now be required to clean up your mess. You have ten minutes to get changed into your maids outfit and begin cleanup, don’t forget your heels.”

Dammit. I was hoping the oral training would have been the end of today's fun, but apparently not. I wasn’t even allowed time to recover from the experience before I was ordered into the maids outfit to begin cleaning. 

With only ten minutes to get changed, I didn’t have time to fix my makeup. Did I really just think that?

I spent the next hour in my sissy maids dress cleaning up the apartment, I had to admit my place looked a lot nicer lately with all the cleaning I was being made to do. Eventually I was finished and allowed to collapse onto my bed.

I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of the day replaying in my head, Mistress had definitely turned up the intensity, I had barely been allowed a minute to myself since finishing work and my training had even crept further into my workday. The plug triggering whenever Miss Emma got close was certainly something to watch out for, if that sort of conditioning kept up, would I be able to be near her without melting into a horny puddle?

This was just day one, what would it be like tomorrow….?

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