Bound By Blackmail Ch. 13

The evening continued to lag on as I was made again to clean everything up while he relaxed himself in my recliner with his beer and cigarettes. I was also ordered to take care of his laundry. He allowed me access to his room, as he made sure to call it, to put his things neatly away. Brady's clothes were very worn and tattered. It was bizarre and infuriating having to stand there in my room, in high heels no less, folding his ratty boxers and placing them in my chest-of-drawers.

Just before bedtime, I readied him another shower and was forced to stand there waiting, towel in hand, to dry him off. He was in there a good fifteen minutes while I stood with my feet and legs in agony. When he stepped out, I went to work. I moved all around his body while he stood with his arms and legs spread for me to get every part. Unavoidably, that included his crotch. As I wiped under, on, and around it, his cock began to stiffen.

"You are such a tease," he said, looking down at me. "Hang that towel up and come on in here."

That made my stomach do a flip and I got a bad feeling for where he was going with that. I couldn't help but notice that this time Brady made no move to put on a robe, pajamas, pants, or any of his ratty boxers. He sat on the edge of my bed naked as ever. His cock was still almost rock-hard and he had that sinister smile splayed across his face.

"Not a bad day, Dafni. There was that little mishap at work with the urinal and you also trying to ignore taking your hormones. I think we've got that straight now." There wasn't anything directly after that and I was given a look to let me know I was supposed to respond.

"Oh..Uh..Yes, Master. I know to take my hormones and that urinals are not for me to use."

"And why not?" He asked with a smirk.

With a sigh, I responded, "Because I'm a girl and girls don't pee in urinals, Master."

"Good. I'm glad you know that, because I meant what I said would happen if I catch you doing it again. Just be thankful that I'm allowing you to use the men's room while you play dress-up at work."

"Yes, Master. Thank you for that."

I absolutely hated having to thank him for using a bathroom I should have been entitled to in the first place. It put a foul taste in my mouth just like having to use his self-declared title in just about every sentence to him. That being said, I preferred that foul taste over what I had a feeling was coming.

"It's bedtime, but I promised you something more enticing than that sissy girl's tongue. I wouldn't be a caring master if I didn't see that through."

With him leaned back on the bed and his hands outstretched to support himself, he nodded down to his crotch.

"Master, cou..," I started. I'd already taken the load from my training cock and done all the chores around the house in my completely impractical outfit and shoes. I was just plain exhausted. The look on his face said that I shouldn't argue.

"Yes, Master," I curtsied, then dropped to my knees wanting to get it over with.

"Very good, sissy. See, you're learning."

I placed my hands on Brady's knees as I positioned myself. His cock stiffened more before I even made contact with it. He clearly enjoyed my submission towards him. As much as I hated to say it, I was kind of glad. There was going to be no way around taking another load from him. At least perhaps he would get off quickly and I wouldn't have to spend as much time bobbing up and down on it.

Sliding my hands up to his thighs, I leaned in with my painted mouth opened. My eyes didn't close or drift anywhere other than into his gaze. He stared down at me in utter delight. With my tongue extended, I licked his shaft first to not only give him a thrill, and hopefully that much closer to cumming, but to also stretch out my mouth. My lips came over the top of the head, closed around his tip, and then started to descend.

Just like before, I started to gag. I had to pull off of him but just a little. Letting my mind go back to the training session, I started to manipulate my tongue and throat. Surprisingly and shamefully enough, I found a rhythm of bottoming out on his cock without gagging; though his curly, disgusting pubes tickled my nose as I did so, causing me even more mental anguish.

As I had hoped though, he was quickly ready to cum as my new technique clearly seemed good enough for him. A hand went behind my head and then my mouth began to fill with more of his vile splooge. It instantly turned my stomach, but I held it together. Brady leaned forward with a very approving glare.

"Damn, that felt good. You're learning to use that mouth the way it's meant to be used," he said gleefully. "Open up and let me see what you've got there, slut."

I had to open my mouth so Brady could see his fresh load swimming around on my tongue. Grabbing his phone, he took a few pictures of me on the floor with my mouth held open before I was told I could swallow. It was just as difficult to let the nasty, thick stuff slide down my throat, but I got it down and Brady told me I could stand.

"You're coming along quite well. It isn't so difficult to be a sissy-slave, now is it?"

I didn't respond to his remark and I wasn't made to. Brady knew that I hated what was being done to me, which I'm sure helped to get him off.

I then had to go through the routine of removing my intricate uniform along with my hair, makeup, and breasts in order to get cleaned up. As I showered, blindly wiping away what I hoped to be every trace of makeup, I dwelled on how horrible of a day it was and that this seemed to be only the beginning. That caused a few, salty tears to carve a path down my face with the rest of the shower water.

Brady made sure to accompany me down to my quarters again. The dose of hormones I'd missed that morning wasn't just going to be forgotten. I was made to take a double dose to try and make up for it. Whether that was potentially harmful to me seemed irrelevant in his eyes.

I was made to put on another nightie, much similar to the lavender one from the night before; the only real difference it being a pale blue. I was kind of excited to see a pair of cotton panties to wear beneath it since those would be much warmer than the delicate, lacey ones like I'd been wearing. These had a picture and a little message on the front of them. There was a crescent moon that was fast asleep with the words under it reading 'I dream of cum!' with the exclamation mark a throbbing, erect cock.

"Pleasant dreams, Dafni," Brady said with a playful pop on my ass before he departed for the evening.

Then there I was again, a prisoner in the basement of my own home. The door was locked tight and I was unable to leave my room even if I desperately wanted to. I did the only thing I could do and curled up under my blanket to try and combat the cold while I desperately tried to get some much needed sleep.

And that was basically my entire week in a nutshell; more harassment at work, more training and degradation at home, more nightmares during what little slumber I could manage. At work, I was always on edge. I never knew where Brady lurked and when he would pull one of his pranks to try and embarrass me. I was wearing panties constantly now and I was terrified someone, somewhere was going to catch sight of them.

If that wasn't enough, at home I had more walking, more talking, more dressing, more sucking, and more fucking training. There was nothing about my new life that I looked forward to. The closest thing would be Alyssa. She accompanied Eve in the afternoons for my training. Perhaps it was empathy between the two of us; her the seasoned sissy and I the up and coming one. She was the one person I could relate to; one that was on my same level.

My forced feminization continued as the hormones were still forced upon me. I didn't try to get away with fooling him again. He clearly kept a watchful eye on me to make sure I wasn't deviating from his strict orders. I had obviously never taken female hormones before and didn't quite know what to expect. Though you couldn't tell anything just looking at me, by weeks end my nipples had become quite tender and sensitive. I tried to keep that information as much to myself as possible since I had little doubt Brady would have used that to his amusement.

The chemical alterations to my body were not the only changes. Brady had Eve pierced both my ears one evening. That really pissed me off since you could still see the holes in my lobes even without any studs or earrings in them. There was so much going on that I was terrified something would slip by and others would discover this secret life I wanted to keep hidden. If they did, it wasn't like I could actually tell them what was going on without having some sort of backlash from it.

After a grueling first week of being Brady's sissy-slave, the weekend was upon us; something that most everyone looks forward to, but I was dreading it. Brady had eluded multiple times that he had something planned. He had kept the details of those plans to himself, but I knew one thing; I wasn't going to like them.

Eve and Alyssa showed up that Friday afternoon, as they had all week long, but there wasn't much training going on. I didn't even have to put on all my Dafni gear, as I'd come to call the items like my tits and hair, nor did I have to dress in my school uniform. Their focus, or really Alyssa's focus, was on getting me prepped and ready for what Brady had referred to as my introduction weekend.

"Take her upstairs and make sure she's clean and shaved, Alyssa." Eve ordered her. She then produced a pair of handcuffs and a couple of other small items. "Her master wants her clitty scrubbed too, but do not allow her to touch it," Alyssa was instructed as those items were passed off to her. "You take care of cleaning it for her and also her chastity. Here's a new battery pack to replace the old one. Make sure it is locked on and secured. Remember, Missy, that you're not on holiday and are here to work."

"Yes, Mistress," Alyssa said with a curtsy of her plaid skirt.

Up in the guest bath, I stripped naked for Alyssa. I probably should have been more nervous and embarrassed, but it wasn't like we hadn't been walking around my house half-naked the whole week. Plus, she was the one who had me strip at her master's shop. I remember the stare she gave me then before I knew the truth about her. Thinking back, it made total sense.

"Go ahead and step in and turn your back to me. Mistress's orders," she said. Her soft hands grabbed my wrists and proceeded to cuff them together. "Just be easy, Dafni. I'll try to be as quick as possible."

"I don't understand why I can't touch my own junk," I said in frustration.

"It's a clitty," Alyssa corrected as she took the small key and began unfastening the cage that had been on almost a full week. "And your master owns it now and is in charge of who touches it and when." Her deep, large eyes looked up at me and added, "Even you."

Though I couldn't actually touch it, I could feel when the cage was fully removed. Alyssa was down on her knees laying out the parts on the bath mat. She had a cloth she was using to clean the different pieces. I couldn't help but look down at her luscious breasts that fought against her tight, skimpy shirt while she worked. Her sweet, smelling perfume also flowed upwards for me to admire. That all caused my liberated member to come to attention.

"Oh, Dafni," Alyssa said when she looked up. "We better get you cleaned up and get your chastity back in place. Mistress Eve doesn't appreciate stiff clitties."

Despite what bizarre connection Alyssa and I shared, it was even weirder having her bathe me. She cleaned my body, including around my throbbing 'clitty'. That wasn't helping to calm things down. Using her petite hand with a cloth, she scrubbed under my balls and along my shaft. It felt rather good, not to mention that it had been sometime since I'd had my own release. Alyssa was on the verge of giving me one. I think she could sense it and was trying to be quite delicate to make sure she didn't cause any accidental discharges.

"Dafni, you're going to get us both in trouble if you cum," she whispered up to me. "Sissies are not allowed to unless given express permission and I'm not at liberty to grant that. You heard Mistress Eve."

"I can't help what's going on down there," I argued.

Alyssa didn't say anymore, but she was also done around my crotch. It would have felt good to have my own climax, but I probably would have regretted it once Eve and Brady found out. That didn't mean that my stiff member simply bowed-out. It stood tall as she continued to clean the rest of me.

Alyssa then used more of the hair solution on me like I'd used on myself at the motel. Not that much, if any, of my hair had actually returned. The chemical, I'm sure, burned deep into the follicle to keep a person smoother for longer. It burned like before and I grunted and seethed at the sensation. That was enough to make my erection soften, but only just. When Alyssa started the shower back up and rinsed me off with her gentle touch, it stood firmly at attention again.

"Dafni, I've got to get your cage back on," Alyssa whispered loud enough for me to hear. There was no way it was going back on in its current state.

Then there was a voice at the door.

"Alyssa, turn on the cold water and get rid of that unsightly thing!"

It was Eve. She had snuck upstairs to catch sight of what was going on. We both looked over to see her standing there with her arms crossed. There was also a displeased scowl on her face. A second command was given promptly without room for argument.

"Do it now!"

Alyssa looked up at me with apologetic eyes as she turned the hot tap completely off and the cold on full blast. Almost immediately, the shower began raining down icy, cold water on my searing skin. I wish I could say it helped soothe it, but this wasn't supposed to be for my benefit. Desperately, I wanted to get out of the spray and tried backing into the corner of the shower.

"Stop moving, Dafni!" Eve barked. "We've got to get that pathetic thing back in its home."

Alyssa was told to keep me in the icy spray; more specifically my crotch region. The shower pelted me like tiny daggers. It was more than enough from me to lose one of the main attributes that made me a guy. Alyssa shut the water off and immediately went to work. While I stood there shivering cold and loathing the amused look on Eve's face, my pink chastity was again locked on me with the fresh battery pack.

"Much better," Eve said approvingly. "Finish up, girls. Dafni has a big night ahead of her," Eve said with a smile.

If my eyes could shoot lasers, there wouldn't have been any more Eve for me to worry about. That's how pissed I was. The look on her face told how much she didn't care and she turned and sauntered back down the hall.

My preparations continued back down in my basement hell. It was almost like I went to some sissy beauty salon. Alyssa helped to get my wig on and styled. She worked with all sorts of products and a curling iron to make my hair have some bounce to it. I did most of my makeup with Alyssa either touching up and slightly altering what I'd done to give me a very professional look. After she'd finished with her alterations, it was again really hard to tell that it was me under all that.

Alyssa aided in getting my boobs strapped on. As much as I was trying to hide my discomfort, I couldn't help but let a few gasps escape as my faux chest made contact with my sensitive nipples. The look on Alyssa's face said she knew immediately. Thankfully, I suppose again through empathy, she did her best not to aggravate them any more than she had to. She took extra time, and care, to get them situated just right and touched up. When she was done, it was difficult to tell where the faux skin ended and mine began.

The outfit selected for me was a pink minidress that wasn't dissimilar to the one first put on me at Roger's; though there was no locking collar this time. This top tied around the back of my neck in a halter top fashion. The back, I could tell, was extremely low cut; probably exposing all of it down to my ass. The skirt was flared out and, of course, extremely short. I would definitely attract attention if I was to squeeze myself into it and strut around.

"Such a cute dress," Alyssa cooed. She seemed genuinely impressed with my outfit, which told me she'd definitely been a girl far too long. "This is going to look so good on you."

"I'm going to look ridiculous," I scoffed.

"I think you're going to look amazing. After all, I'm the one helping you!" She said in an amused modesty.

I had a light pink, lacey thong to wear beneath the dress that I put on. They easily slid over my incredibly short and tight chastity and tucked nicely up my crack. Alyssa then helped me into the tiny dress. She tied the back for me while I held my hair up. As I tried to readjust it for comfort, which proved impossible, she got my shoes and began placing them on me. They were bright pink too, practically identical to the shade of my dress with a strap that wrapped around my ankle. The spiked heel in the back was roughly about the size of my Mary-Jane heels; something I was used to walking in but hated every second of.

Lastly were small accessories to pull everything together. Alyssa applied a pair of fake nails that were firm and sturdy with a high-quality glue that was supposed to hold up against a lot of strain. According to her, the cheap, flimsy ones would easily break off while trying to jerk a guy off. That, I didn't even want to think about. She painted them a shade almost identical to my dress. Then, a silver pair of hoop earrings were put in my newly pierced lobes. When I turned my head, I could feel them knocking against my neck. Lastly was a thin, black, chocker collar that was supposed to give all that damn pink a bit of contrast. It was buckled tightly against my neck. Tiny rhinestones connected together on its front to make a four-letter, humiliating word; SLUT.

Like that word wouldn't come to mind seeing me dressed so scantily.

Alyssa did one final check of me; straightening our my dress here and moving a strand of hair there; also making sure the message on my collar was front and center. She was quite meticulous. I wondered if she learned to be that way through her training or had always been like that.

"You look stunning, girl. Let's go show you off."

When it was all said and done, I skittishly traversed upstairs and stood before Brady and Eve in my kitchen. Their eyes were wide and there was a certain glow about them. They looked at me like parents would look upon a girl walking out with a gorgeous prom dress on. Of course they were nothing of the sort nor was I an actual girl enjoying her outfit and looking forward to the evening ahead.

"Look at her, Miss Eve. Will that not drive the guys wild?" Brady asked, proud as a peacock.

"She does look the part," Eve said with a smirk. "I still say it's a tad too early to be sending her out. But I understand your time constraint."

Yeah, Brady had to have me blow enough guys before the Brothers got back to take matters into their own hands.

"You did well, Alyssa," Eve congratulated. "Why don't you give Dafni a little good luck kiss for her opening weekend."

My big weekend! I knew it had been coming but that knowledge did nothing to prepare me for it. All week long, I had to dread it among everything else. Now the time was here and it was making my stomach do flips. I'm sure the color drained so much out of me that even my blush couldn't compensate.

"Hey, Dafni, don't be nervous," Alyssa said as she approached me. She leaned in and gave me a hug, causing our tits to push together. My actual nipples beneath ached, but I held it together. "You'll be just fine," she said where all could hear.