Bound By Blackmail Ch. 19

Hello readers! Here is the nineteen chapter in the series. Thanks again to my followers, both old and new. I've caught up to myself on parts written but am still working on new parts and will submit them as soon as I get them ready. As always, leave a comment with your thoughts and rate if you would like.

I was more nervous at work that day than normal. Most days I was a wreck anyways; always trying to make sure both my panties and my bra were concealed from everyone. That included my chest that I knew was starting to bud out. While I was still a far cry away from my huge faux rack, they were enough that I wanted to keep hidden. My jacket was doing the job so far, but I didn't know how long that was going to last.

With those thoughts still active in my head, most of my day was spent wondering what new hell Brady had in store for me. I was so relieved that my usual weekend escapades would be stopped; if only for a short while. I hated having to dress in that ridiculous maid's uniform and clean those filthy room. Of course, worse than that was having my body being used and abused for the pleasure of others; all the while having to act like I was thoroughly enjoying it.

I didn't see Brady at all that day at work. It was as relieving as it was stressful, ironically. Not knowing where he was lurking or what his mischievous mind had planned made me quite unsettled. He could have easily popped up to make whatever surprise he had in store start while I was still at work. Yet, I was able to make it through that Friday without any incidents or embarrassments.

Brady was already back at the house when I arrived home. I didn't see him right off; only his car backed up to the stoop. That was quite unusual. His normal spot was under my carport where I used to park. After stepping inside, I found a bag sitting by the back door. At first I figured it was for me, but it was not a bag I was used to taking on my slutty weekend trips. This bag was one from the master bedroom closet. I'd seen it plenty of times while hanging his clothes up after washing and ironing them.

"Well, Dafni, another weekend is upon us," I heard Brady say as he stepped down the hall. He must have seen me studying the bag along with the confused look on my face. "I'm sure you're quite excited to know what my little surprise is for you?"

"Yes, Master."

"I know we've had our little ups and downs in our relationship," he said with a smug smile. What a fucking understatement! "And just like in any relationship, it's best that both parties have a little space from each other from time to time. Don't you agree?"

Was he saying what I think he was saying? It seemed like he was talking about the two of us getting away from each other. That usually entailed at least one party leaving and it was his bag that was packed.

I vigorously nodded my head, unable to stop my enthusiasm.

"Calm down, Sissy," he said with a smirk. "Yes, I will be going away for the weekend. It'll only be for a short time though, so you won't miss me too much."

On the inside, I was ecstatic. He was leaving; really leaving! While I could have been wrong, it didn't make sense for both of us to get space from one another away from the house. That could only mean I was going to have my house back to myself. Very little since he'd moved himself in had I been truly alone; and even then I was either locked up or performing chores. The thought of me being my own person again was very cheerful.

Then I began to consider the fact that there was going to be a catch. There was always a catch. Brady wouldn't forgo a weekend of me making him money just to give me some breathing room. He too much enjoyed being overbearing of me.

"I know your just a ditzy airhead, but I think even you know that this won't be a weekend of rest for you."

I fucking knew it!

"What am I supposed to be doing, Master?"

"For a few weeks now, Miss Eve has been helping me with a bidding site I've listed you on. Your many weeks of dutiful domestics as well as your slutty trysts at your favorite motel have really gotten some attention. I've had loads of bids for you to be rented for the entire weekend!"

And there it was; the catch that I knew was coming. It definitely took the wind beneath my wings and my elated high took a nose dive. The men I was forced to entertain, along with their vile cum, was something I absolutely hated. That being said, I knew that I only had a very short window with them before they'd be on their way. This sounded like a whole new scheme in which I wouldn't be rented for minutes or hours but actual days!

"Where will I go after the bid?"

With a smile, he said condescendingly, "Dafni! Surely your ditzy brain can work that out."

It already had! I was just looking for confirmation. Why else would Brady have a bag packed to leave the house he'd commandeered.

"They're coming here?"

"See, I knew you could do it! So yes, my slave. Not only is someone going to be renting you for the whole weekend, but they'll also be renting this house. You'll be taking care of them in the same manner that you take care of me. I've advertised complete obedience and submission on your part and they will get what they paid for."

The way he talked, it sounded as if some guy had already won.

"Did you already rent me?" I couldn't help asking, feeling a bit panicked.

"Oh yes! It was quite the bidding war too. Many placed their bid but there were really only two users who went back and forth." Brady had a shine about him amid his disgusting, yellowing skin. As if he were a cartoon character, I could almost see the dollar signs appear in his eyes. "In the end, it was one of them that finally won out."

I thought that he was done, but he had one more note to add to the end of that.

"Well, actually it was two that won."

"Two?" I couldn't help but say aloud.

"Yes, Sissy. You'll have two renters for this weekend. Well, two official renters who I'll relinquish control of you to them. They'll likely have some people over and I'm sure you'll be ordered to perform many different services you've come so accustomed to."

I knew what that meant. It wouldn't be merely services such as doing the laundry and washing the dishes. I'd be used as a sex toy for their amusement all weekend long while being a prisoner in my own home. I dreaded to think of what all they'd use me for.

"Alright, Sissy, there isn't time to doddle. Their time starts in about three hours. There is much to do in such a short span."

About that time, I heard a car pull up. My stomach did a flip, thinking that my renters had decided to show up extra early. Looking out the door, I noticed the sleek black SUV belonging to Miss Eve. Along with her was Alyssa, no less.

"Good ol' miss Eve. Right on time," Brady said behind me.

My time with both Eve and Alyssa had grown farther apart. I suppose since I was scarily acting more feminine that I would have thought or ever hoped for, the training sessions became fewer and shorter. So it was actually a surprise to me when they showed up.

"I figured it best to make a very good impression for your weekend renters, so I asked miss Eve if she and her pet could come give you a hand at getting ready."

For the past several weeks, I'd gotten my own self ready on my trips out to the motel. Beyond the skimpy black maid uniform, I would usually wear some tight, skimpy, revealing outfit. I suppose the difference being most of those guys were just looking for someone to dump their load in and probably didn't care too much about appearances. These renters, and least I hoped, wouldn't be fucking me constantly and would likely want some decent ascetics involved.

"Brady," Eve said cordially as they entered in the backdoor.

"Good evening, Miss Eve," he replied back.

Eve had Alyssa shut the door behind them and the two stepped up to us. She looked as if she were about to speak, but a disgusted look crossed her face when she caught sight of me.

"Why is this sissy dressed this way?" She asked Brady in a snooty tone.

"Forgive her, ma'am. She has literally just gotten home from the office and hasn't taken off her pretend clothes. It's really my fault. I couldn't wait to tell her about the auction to rent her all weekend." He said that with a smile towards her. His expression changed to a harsh scowl as he turned to me. "Dafni, quit standing there in those ridiculous things and get down to your actual clothes this instant!"

Of course, he was referring to my bra and panties as my 'actual clothes'. There were three pairs of eyes on me that made me feel quite uneasy. They really shouldn't have, considering I'd been seen in less by many more depraved people. Perhaps it was the fact that my work clothes were the closest things to making me feel normal; like Evan almost. When they were gone and the hair and makeup came out, there wasn't must left of me.

With another stern eye from Brady, I began peeling away my clothes as I was used to by the door. Eve watched me with a smirk across her face. Alyssa kept her gaze lowered mostly; though I could see her eyes cutting my way as I stripped down.

"Very cute," Eve commented when I'd finished and stood before all of them with my male clothes in a pile at my feet. That left me in a pair of pale pink panties and matching bra.

Eve walked around my backside and traced her finger along my panty line. "'Friday is fun day'," she said, reading the message across the back of my ass. While that was the whole quote written across the panties, I knew it also ended with an erect cock to symbolize an exclamation point. Just another piece of feminine clothing that I would be mortified to have anyone from the office see on me.

"Her ass has filled out quite nicely too. It makes her little message really stand out," she said with a pinch of my cheeks.

Eve then moved to my front side where she looked over my bra and what it was holding. Again, my chest wasn't massive at all, but it was easy to see they were growing. Something I quite despised.

"That's adorable! She's a member of the itty-bitty titty committee now!" Eve joked. She then tried to reassure me with, "Don't worry, sweetie. Your hormones will help you continue to blossom."

She then turned her attention towards my lower region.

"With that happening, I think perhaps we need to check one other thing. Usually when a sissy-girl is budding up here," Eve started. Her finger traced from my bra down towards my panties. It ended with her fingernail on the tip of my chastity. "It means there's something happening down here."

My hands were ordered behind my back and with her thumbs tucked into my panty line, she pulled them down to expose my chastity to everyone. Eve brought her hand up and cupped my sac. I was deathly afraid of another gut-scrambling squeeze from her. Instead, she seemed to feel around the chastity ring, all the way up to the already short sheath containing my imprisoned shaft. She concluded what I was already afraid of.

"Just as I suspected, her little sissy clit is going down in size. I remember Roger fitting her in this tight device and it barely containing an already pathetic clit. Now look at it, Brady," she said, standing aside for him to see. She jiggled and tugged at my chastity to prove her point. "It's wise to keep a check on these things. You wouldn't want her being able to slip out and become a naughty girl," Eve said. Though it sounded like she was really talking to Brady, she eyed me with a menacing glare.

"Yes, I see. You're absolutely right," he said with amusement.

"Alright, Alyssa dear," Eve said, turning towards her sub.

"Yes, Mistress Eve?"

"As I've already discussed with you, Dafni here has been rented out for the weekend and needs a good cleaning up; which means bathing and shaving. Her chastity cage is also going to get switched out with this one." Eve, seeming to anticipate my endowment shrinkage, pulled a small white box from her purse. "I think this one will fit her quite snuggly."

"Yes, mistress Eve," Alyssa said with a curtsy. She took the box from Eve, but Brady also passed something to her. It was a small key that I knew instantly what it was for.

"Here's the key for that one," he told her, pointing to my crotch.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"Make sure you bring the new one back when you two are done upstairs," Eve ordered her. "And when you're done there, I'll have you to help her get dressed downstairs so that everything is perfect for her renters."

"Yes, Mistress Eve."

Eve gave Alyssa a stern eye. "I don't have to remind you that you are not on vacation, do I?"

"No, Mistress Eve. I understand."

Eve's attention then turned to me. "As for you, Dafni, I know you've got a little lesbian girl crush on my pet here."

My eyes immediately darted towards Alyssa. She seemed just as stunned at Eve's remark. It caused her head to drop seemingly from embarrassment and yet I couldn't help but noticed the appearance of a faint smile along with the blushing of her cheeks. I imagined I was probably blushing too at Eve putting me on the spot.

"Just so we're all clear, you aren't on vacation either. Keep your clit under control or else."

Since becoming Brady's property, I hadn't had my own release. I was becoming quite frustrated from it too; shamefully to the point that at times I felt myself coming close while being fucked. Not that I was finding those times now enjoyable, but some guys would fuck me just right and I could swear I felt that familiar feeling faintly in my crotch. It was one of those sensations that I wish would and wouldn't happen at the same time.

I had also come close when Alyssa helped me get ready my first weekend out. As soon as she released me from my chastity, my cock stood directly erect. Her scent along with looking down her top at her tits didn't help; and that was in spite of knowing the truth about her. I was quite worried that this time when it would be removed, I wouldn't be able to stop myself.

Eve passed along one other item for Alyssa to utilize; a pair of handcuffs. I already knew who they were for. The two of us were ordered away to get started. I pulled my panties back up and Alyssa followed me upstairs to my bathroom. As we walked, I could almost feel her reading that little message across my ass just as Eve had.

"Alright, Daf, you know the drill," Alyssa said. I already knew what she meant. Still, she looped one of the cuffs through to make the unmistakable latching sound of the locking pin running over the teeth. I removed the underwear I had on and then my hands were secured behind my back.

"Not bad, girl," she said, admiring my chest. With my hands restrained, she took the opportunity to give each nipple a little squeeze. They were quite tender and I squealed at her to please stop.

"Alright. I'm not a monster. I just wanted to see how they're coming along," she said.

"They hurt is what they feel like," I said bitterly.

"They won't stay that way forever," she told me. I guess she would know.

"I don't understand why they're making me grow these things to begin with. Once I've paid what I owe, I'm going to put all of this behind me."

As if to give me some wisdom that I was scared could contain some validity, she responded with the old adage, "Don't count your chickens before they hatch."

Once in the tub and my chastity removed with Alyssa at my feet, my cock couldn't help but come to attention; no matter where I looked or what I thought about. Alyssa, being the closest thing to a friend, came to my aid the only way she could.

"Sorry, Daf. It's for your own good."

She let icy water cascade down upon me; the same method she used last time my freed cock stood erect. I yelped at the sensation. Goosebumps formed and I began shivering quite erratically, but it caused my stiffened cock, that was noticeably smaller, to go back to its normal, sad, flaccid prison form. The freezing water wasn't shut off immediately as she took a moment to bathe me down there. Had she turned it off, I doubted I could have stopped myself.

Alyssa fit my new, smaller, tighter chastity on me. It was constructed of metal for top-level security. To keep with the sissy theme, it was a vibrant pink; easily noticeable on anyone's crotch. It encircled my base quite snuggly. The sheath, if you could really call it that, was snub-nosed and almost nonexistent. I doubted such a thing could have fit me just a few months prior; and yet it was able to easily cover what was left of my male endowment. It was a tight fit, but I had a feeling that was supposed to be the point. And even though it was small, there was still enough room for a battery pack for the shocking system; something I'm sure both Eve and Brady made sure wasn't overlooked.

"There, all locked away," Alyssa said with pride after shutting off the icy water. "I think it fits very well. How does it feel?"

"Ve...errry tttiigggghhht," I said shivering.

When I was fitted with the one at Roger's, the first few days were absolutely terrible. Not to say that I got to where I didn't mind wearing it, but the chastity just became a new normal. Now it felt like I was going to have to endure that transition all over again.

"Let's get you warmed up," she said, turning on the hot tap and getting a stream of refreshingly warm water running over me. "I think that feeling is all in your head. It probably isn't any tighter than the one my master fitted you with. The proportions have just gotten smaller," she said with half a grin. Her eyes looked up at me and she said sincerely, "I think you look very cute in it."

Alyssa worked to finished bathing me. Her touch was soft and sensual. It caused more swelling in my new chastity. There was no need to worry about another icy shower with the threat of my tiny erection now neutralized. The discomfort it gave while tugging at the bottom of my sac did help to calm it down.

Alyssa used more of the foam along with a razor to make sure I was completely hairless from my face downwards. It burned as usual, but she used some fruity-smelling lotion that not only remedied that but also gave me a scent that Alyssa seemed to enjoy.

"You smell beautifully," she admired. I wondered if my girly scent also triggered a euphoric response within her?

Alyssa released me from my handcuffs and then I was taken back downstairs, naked as ever except for my new chastity. Both Eve and Brady came over to do an inspection of me. One would start at my front with the other at my rear and they circled me like a shark. Each of them grabbed my crotch to give the new cage a test shake.

"Much smaller. Looks so much better on you," Eve said. She then looked at her sub. "Well done, Alyssa. I assume you have something for me, dear?"

"Oh, yes Mistress Eve. I apologize," she said as she offered my new chastity keys to Eve in her cupped hands. Eve promptly took them, gave me a look as she held them up, and then passed them along to Brady.

"I'll be sure to put these someplace safe," he said, dropping them in his pocket and giving the outside of it a pat.

"Okay, Alyssa, take her to finish getting ready," Eve ordered.

We retreated down to my quarters where I was once again transformed into my slutty alter-ego. This was something that I was used to doing on my own, but Brady wanted me to look top-notch. He knew Eve would have Alyssa make sure that everything was right.

Alyssa, after securing my wig on me, fixed my hair while I worked at painting my face on. What little bit of Evan that looked back at us in the mirror was quickly replaced by the sissy bombshell. Alyssa worked quick and efficiently, getting it crimped and curled just right to where there was quite a bit of bounce to it. I, on the other hand, was having issues getting my makeup right. My hands were rather shaky, and it wasn't necessarily from the cold since I'd had no choice but to adapt to it. This new plan of Brady's had my nerves quite jittery.