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Digital Dominatrix - final protocol, Chapter 7



I had been forced to listen to Miss Emma pleasure herself while I was left standing in the corner with my recently spanked ass on display. Thankfully, after she had finished and tidied herself up, I was allowed to move again and pull up my panties.

Unfortunately, I had missed the good stuff, any evidence of what Emma had just been doing had been erased, save for the red flush in her cheeks and the impish smile she gave me when I turned back around. “There, now that that’s taken care of, I’m sure you still have some work to do downstairs.”

“Yes Miss Emma.” I curtsied and left the room, heading downstairs to put away the vacuum cleaner. Miss Emma followed shortly after, greeting me with a smile.

“Hello, sissy. I’m just going to head out and grab us both something nice to eat. I’ll leave you to set the table. Put out two wine glasses. Stay out of trouble.”

“Yes Miss Emma.” I curtsied as she left the house, leaving me alone to set the table.

—


It didn’t take long for Emma to return with the food and a couple of bottles of wine, she left me to serve up the food, telling me to set a plate for myself and pour the drinks before we both sat down to eat. I winced a little as I sat, my ass still burning from the spanking.

“So, Mike.” My own name was starting to sound a little strange to my ears after being referred to as ‘maid’ or ‘sissy’ so often. “What do you think you’ll do when the program has run its course and this is all over?”

“Umm, I dunno. I haven’t really thought about it. I guess it will be nice to actually be able to chill out with some free time for a change. Wear what I want to wear. I guess the first thing I’ll do is go and buy some more boxer shorts, seeing as I no longer actually own any.”

“Hmm.” She appeared to be deep in thought. “So you don’t want to continue being a sissy? At least from time to time? I mean, you suit the role so well.” I blushed a little, glad to see that she was impressed.

“Well, thanks. But I wouldn’t mind a little normality back. At least in the afternoons. This last week has been constant training with Mistress, I barely get any time to myself at all lately. It’s all just training or serving.”

“And what if I wanted you to come serve me again? Would you be willing to do that?” She asked.

I didn’t need to think about my answer. “Of course! It’s my pleasure to serve you, Miss Emma….I mean, I really like my time with you, is what I meant.”

We talked some more as we ate until we were both done and the first bottle of wine was empty. It was Emma who rose first. “Okay, maid, I think I’ll go and relax on the sofa for a while. I’ll leave you to clear the table and do the dishes.”

“Yes Miss Emma.” I got to work.

It only took about fifteen minutes to clean the plates and bowl we had used, I was just finishing up when I heard the tinkle of Emma’s bell ringing from the living room.

“How may I serve you, Miss?” I asked as I rushed to her, I wasn’t about to let myself be late to the bell again.

“I could use a little footrub, sissy.” She said, holding up her bare feet.

“Of course, Miss Emma.” I said, dropping to my knees and taking one of her feet in my hands.

I began a slow massage for a while, not really sure what I was doing, but she seemed to be enjoying it. I was rubbing happily for a few minutes, pleased to be of service, when she let out a low, pleased sound.

“Mmmm, that’s a good girl.”

The rush of pleasure ran through me at her approval, and I don’t know why I did what I did next, but I brought her foot up to my mouth and planted a kiss on the top. “Thank you, Mistress.”

I froze.

I hadn’t even thought about kissing her foot like that. It just sort of happened. I looked up and saw Miss Emma staring at me, smiling. She said just two words. “...Go on.”

I kissed her foot again……and then again….and again, until I was kissing her foot as much as I was massaging it. She let me continue my impromptu worshipping for a few minutes before she switched feet, giving me a chance to worship the other.

I had never really thought of myself as a foot kind of guy before, but I think at this point, I would have happily worshiped any part of Miss Emma’s body, anything to hear her call me a good girl.


“Mmmm, seeing you down there, slathering my foot with kisses like a perfect submissive is getting me back in the mood.”

“I worship every part of you, Miss.” I said between planting kisses all over her foot.

“Glad to hear it sissy, now get yourself upstairs. Take off the dress, leave the heels and the underwear on, and wait for me on the bed.”

“Yes Miss Emma.” I replied, climbing daintily back to my feet and curtsying before heading upstairs.

I waited on the bed for Miss Emma to arrive, dressed in the locked heels and collar, plus the black lingerie. When she entered, she was clad in her own underwear, with the addition of the strap on cock I was already familiar with. I almost started drooling as soon as I saw the faux phallus dangling from her hips.

She walked to the front of the bed and stood in front of me, staring down. “Well, sissy?” I knew what she wanted.

I dropped quickly to my knees so that my face was level with her cock. “May I?” I asked, looking up at the devilish smile.

“May you what, sissy?” She asked.

She was really going to make me say it. “May I please suck your cock, Miss Emma.”

“Of course you may.”

“Thank you Mis–Glak!”

It seemed she couldn’t wait to see me wrap my lips around the cock as she practically shoved the whole length into my throat, causing me to gag.

I wondered what kind of pleasure she could actually get from this act, I mean, it’s not like she could feel anything I was doing, but her face was clearly enjoying what it saw. I assumed it was the power exchange, because I was incredibly turned on being at the receiving end.

“I love your cock, Mistress.” I said, before diving back onto the shaft, letting the slutty training take over.

I looked up at Miss Emma, maintaining eye contact as I wondered what a sight I must make. On my knees, with a mouthful of her cock.

“Mmmm, how far you've come, sissy. You're sucking that dildo for all it's worth.” Emma's words only served to stoke my arousal. “Make sure you get it nice and wet, I have an idea of where to put it when you’re done.”

God help me I wanted it!

Miss Emma let my oral performance continue for a while before she told me to stop. I expected her to order me onto the bed, or to bend over, but instead she had me wait while she climbed on and laid down in the centre of the bed.

“I think I’d like to see you on top this time, why should I do all the work?” Miss Emma said with a smile.

“Yes Miss Emma.” I said, removing my underwear and climbing onto the bed and straddling her.

I positioned myself over the top of the dildo and got ready to lower myself down. Miss Emma held the rubber cock up while I slowly began to impale myself. This was an entirely new form of submission. Being bent over and taken was one thing, but now I was the one in control, I was willingly lowering myself onto the cock, no longer being fucked, but actually fucking myself.

“Mmmm.” I moaned out in pleasure as I finished lowering myself down so that the full length was inside me.

“There you go, now, be a good girl and ride me.” I didn’t need any more invitation than that. I slowly built myself up to a fast rhythm as I bounced up and down, there was a tiny part of me that actually wished I had the breastforms attached, just to complete the slutty display.

Miss Emma’s hands worked their way underneath my bra and began pinching and rubbing my nipples as I rode her.

“Ohhh, I love your cock, Miss Emma.”

“Mmmm, good girl.” The trigger washed over me, spurring me on as I bounced up and down on the silicone shaft.

“Oh, fuck! Oooh I love my ass filled!” I moaned a string of whorish phrases as I pounded myself, with Miss Emma seemingly content to lie back and watch me debase myself.

After a few minutes of intense self impalement, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm begin to form as my clitty pushed against the cage bars, but my legs were starting to cramp a little and I was already sweating.

“Oh, F-F-Fuck. Please…” I moaned and moaned as I pushed myself closer and closer to orgasm, but I just couldn’t get myself there, the fatigue was settling in and I was involuntarily slowing down.

“Please, Miss…” I panted as I collapsed down on top of her, gasping for breath.

“Please what, sissy?” Miss Emma asked me.

“Please, can you fuck me?” I asked between labored breaths, “I can’t go on but, I’m so close. Please….Fuck my sissy ass.”

“Hmm, very well. Seeing as you’re obviously so desperate, all fours, now.”

“Thank you Miss.” I rolled off of her and got into position with a distinct empty feeling in my rear. It didn’t take Miss Emma long to get rid of that emptiness though, she shoved the whole length of her cock into me in one thrust, clearly I was loosened up enough.


“Ohhh fuck, yes. Thank you Miss…” Emma began pounding me quickly and forcefully, clearly intent on forcing the orgasm out of me, and I certainly wasn’t complaining.

“What are you?” She asked as she hammered away at my back door.

“I’m just a slut for you, Miss Emma. I’m a desperate, cock hungry sissy who-Ooooh- Who wants you to fuck her sissy ass all day long.”

“Who do you belong to?” This should have been a tough question, considering the digital dominatrix that has been running my life for so long, but I figured I knew what she wanted to hear.

“You Miss. I belong to you. I’m your sissy!”

“Yes, you are. Now cum for me my ‘Good Girl’!” That did it.

Emma’s possessive dominance and the trigger word was enough to push me over the edge and into some facsimile of an orgasm. The pleasure seemed to rush through me as cum leaked slowly out of my cage. I knew it wasn’t the same as a regular ejaculation, but it was enough for me, at least it was all I could hope for.

“Ooohh Fuck. Thank you Mistress.” I said, feeling Miss Emma’s weight collapse onto me.

“Shhhh, just relax now, there’s a good girl. I’m so proud of my perfect sissy maid.” I was in a post sex daze and enjoying Miss Emma’s kind words as she laid on top of me, her warm, soft skin pressing into my own.

“I love being your sissy.” I heard myself say, was that on purpose? Or was it something instinctive that just slipped out.

“And I love having you as my maid. If only I could keep you here as my sissy, full time. Imagine that….” I could imagine it, right then it seemed like a great idea. Of course it wouldn’t be such a great idea when the post orgasm clarity hits, but it was just a harmless fantasy, not like it could ever actually happen, I mean, who would want to be a full time sissy?

“I only wish you weren’t still trapped in that cage, sissy. I would love nothing more than a good, hard fuck myself right now. I’m actually a little jealous of you, seeing you clearly so satisfied while being stuffed with cock. It’s something I haven’t experienced myself in a long time.”

“Well, maybe when I’m out of the cage we can have another night together.” I said

“I’d like that, but tell me, would you still dress up and be my maid for the evening if you weren’t compelled to obey by your Mistress or the cage?”

“Of course. I love being a sissy for you-That is to say, I have fun, doing….this….with you.” It was hard for me to express myself in normal words, whenever the subject drifted to the kinky, sissy side of the matter, all the conditioning I had undergone just took over and I ended up saying something embarrassing.

“Hahaha, it’s okay, sissy. I know what you really meant.” Emma replied with a smile as one hand idly stroked my hair.

We both fell asleep together shortly after that. Emma kept stroking my hair and telling me how much she loved having me as her sissy. All in all, I felt very wanted, which was great for me as I was used to soloing things for most of my life.

—

I woke up the following morning and it took me a few minutes to realize where I was, until I saw Emma smiling down at me.

My eyes widened as I realized. “Emma! I mean, Miss Emma. Good morning.” I said, slowly coming around.

“Morning, sissy. I trust you slept well?”

“I did, thanks.”

“Good. Seeing as you’re so well rested, you wouldn’t mind bringing me breakfast in bed, would you?”

“Of course, Miss.” I said, figuring my maid service was still in effect.

“Oh perfect! I haven’t had breakfast in bed in years. Oh but please put the maid outfit back on, complete the look.”

I smiled in response before replying. “Yes Miss Emma.” I retrieved the rest of the maid outfit and threw everything back on before heading downstairs to prepare breakfast.

“Is there anything in particular Miss would like for breakfast?” I asked in the most demure voice I could muster.

“I think two poached eggs on two slices of toast will be fine. Oh, and a coffee of course.”

“Yes Miss Emma.” I curtsied as I left the bedroom and headed to my task.

It was a little jarring to be thrown back into my maid work so early in the morning, but I was happy to be serving Miss Emma, so I got to work on boiling the water for the eggs and prepping the coffee machine.

It didn’t take me long to prepare the breakfast and coffee and, after finding a serving tray, started carrying it back upstairs.

Miss Emma was sitting upright in bed, reading something on her phone when I returned with her breakfast.

“Your breakfast, Miss Emma.”

“Why thank you maid.” She replied, taking the tray from me and setting it on the covers on her lap. She didn’t give me any other orders or tell me to go anywhere else, so I was simply left standing there at the side of her bed, feeling a little awkward because I now had no idea what to do.

Thankfully, Emma didn’t see anything wrong and simply carried on eating her breakfast, leaving me standing there with my fingers laced together and my eyes slightly downcast. The fact that I was left standing there was, for some reason, starting to turn me on (what didn’t these days?). There was something so humiliating about being left standing at the side of her bed while she ate breakfast, like I was a piece of furniture or a tool that she simply had no use for, so I was reduced to a simple decoration.

Eventually, she finished her breakfast and coffee, “That was perfect, sissy. Here you go.” She said, handing me back her tray.

“Thank you Miss Emma.” I curtsied and took the tray from her, intending to take it downstairs to wash.

“You can just set that down by the door for now.”

“Yess Miss Emma.” I set down the tray and turned to face her. “Is there something else I can do for you?”

“Actually, I find it unfair that you made me such a nice breakfast without having anything for yourself. So why don’t you come get your breakfast, sissy?” She said, flipping back the covers and parting her legs.

“Thank you Miss!” I replied quickly, thrilled at being given the chance to please her once more in such an intimate way. I practically dove onto the bed and between her legs, lapping at her kitty for all I was worth. Miss Emma seemed to be enjoying my ministrations, occasionally letting out a moan of encouragement or appreciation.

It didn’t take me long to lick the orgasm out of her, her thighs clenched tighter around my head as her lower body spasmed a little. I was rewarded by her calling me a good girl again, causing the cage to tighten around my trapped sissy clitty.

When she had been satisfied by my tongue, she left me to go and clear up the breakfast stuff while she hopped in the shower. When I returned to her bedroom, she was in the process of getting dressed for the rest of the day. She told me I was free to shower off and get changed into the clothes I planned on travelling home in. I figured she must have had some plans for the rest of the day, so my maid duties were over for now. I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

For one thing, that would mean I had to go home to the digital Mistress, who was far less warm and loving than the human one, but also because I was really enjoying serving Miss Emma.

“Hey,” I greeted Emma in the living room after I had finished getting changed. “Thanks for last night, I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“Actually, Mike. Could you sit down for a second?” She didn’t phrase it an order, did she have something important she wanted to talk about?

“Umm, yeah, sure. Is everything okay?” I asked, taking a seat on the sofa.

“It is, but there’s something I need to tell you, and I have a feeling now is as good a time as any.” I was a little worried now, what was so important that she would drop the teasing?

“Okay, so what’s up?”

“First, answer me this. Have you enjoyed spending time as my maid? Being a sissy for me in general? Having me tease you, embarrass you a little?”

“Yeah, obviously. I mean, it would be hard to lie about it at this point.” I answered, truthfully.

“Good, because I have a confession to make about the program that’s been running on your smart speaker for the last couple of weeks…..”



End chapter 7