Bound By Blackmail Ch. 19

"Hang on, Dafni, you're blotching it," she noticed in the mirror. Then she pointed upwards and said, "And your eye shadow looks uneven." I think she saw that I was having issues and decided to help me out. "It okay, girl. Just calm down. Everything's going to be alright," she said, trying to ease my tension as she worked to fix my face. I wished I could have believed her. As much as I liked Alyssa though, we just viewed things differently.

Alyssa worked quickly, fixing what I'd screwed up while adding her own little touches. She then helped to get my faux chest on and touched up. They pulled against my ailing nipples, keeping them in an almost constant uncomfortable state. The bustier I was fitted with helped a little when my boob's weight were supported.

Instead of dressing like some party slut, my role would be more than just getting my renters off. Therefore, I was put in my maid's uniform. Well, not exactly mine. Since this was going to be a special arrangement that would span the weekend, I was given a new uniform to wear. It wasn't much different than the one before. The dress was still pink trimmed in white lace. It appeared to have a lower-cut top and it seemed to fit me tighter. The skirt was definitely not longer. In its flared-out configuration, my crotch and ass would practically be on display the whole time.

I'd hoped that maybe perhaps with the new uniform, I would have been supplied with a pair of panties without the dreaded slit. Instead, it was just a new pair of the same thing. I would have a hard time concealing my chastity; though I'm sure the deviant guys who went through the trouble of renting a sissy maid wouldn't mind.

Alyssa also opened up a new pair of pure white stockings. She help to pull them up my sleek legs. Her touch along with the material was making my chastity twitch again. She helped to clip my garter straps on and then she knelt down to buckle my heels. Though performing chores in the devilish things was quite harsh, I had become numb to them. I could usually make it through the afternoon and evening without too much fuss. Yet, for some reason, Alyssa secured a padlock to each one, locking me in them.

"What are those for?" I asked her.

"Just following orders. Your renters may have requested them or perhaps your owner wants them on to give you more of a sissy-slave aura." She then added, "But you got this, girl. You're strutting almost as good as I can." Alyssa looked up with a coy grin at her joke. It sort of helped to take away the ill feelings.

The finishing touches included putting on my lacey headdress, painting my nails a pearl white, and spritzing me generously with my perfume. One final item that was put one me, or more like locked on me, was my pink choker collar; the same one that had identified me to Alyssa at her master's shop. My heart-shaped tag with my sissy name still hung off the D-ring. After Alyssa got it snug around my throat, a lock was applied to make sure I couldn't remove it.

"I think you're all set, Dafni. Just try to stay calm and do as you're told. If you think things are getting to be too much, just try to go somewhere else in your mind. You'll make it through just like you've been doing."

She had told me something similar a few different times. I didn't care though. Alyssa may have accepted her fate, but I hoped I was working towards ending mine.

"I hope you girls aren't just down here playing!" we heard Eve call up from the basement door. We'd been downstairs for a while, but it was likely she heard us talking too.

"Just finishing up, Mistress Eve. We'll be heading up in just a moment," Alyssa called up. She gave me one final look over, gave me a reassuring smile, then she turned and nudged me towards the door.

"Don't you just look like a proper little sissy maid, ready to serve your renters," Brady cooed as both Alyssa and I ascended from my dungeon below. "Are you getting excited?"

I shook my head feverish; so much that my hair whipped about. Alyssa had done such a good job that it didn't move or even get messed up. Even the headdress stayed in place from the pins she used to secure it.

"Don't by shy. They'll love you! Just make sure you behave and are obedient. Just so you know, they are allowed to discipline you if need be. Also, I'll also be just across town." His finger extended and pointed directly at me. "And if I've got to come over and straighten you out, I promise you're not going to like it."

"Yes, Master," I said in a battered tone.

"I almost forgot, Brady," Eve spoke up. "The chest of toys you requested. It's in the back of my SUV."

"Oh, yes. Very good. If it has everything I wanted, then they should have a fun weekend with her," Brady said.

A chest of toys? That was another surprise that I wasn't thrilled about at all!

"It is a bit on the heavy side," Eve said with a finger to her lips as she eyes both of us. "Hopefully you two sissy-girls can tote it the short distance to the house."

You would think that two biological guys wouldn't have an issue carrying a medium-sized chest that was probably only marginally heavy. However, Alyssa and I struggled to get it from the back of Eve's vehicle and into the back room of the house. Not that I would have ever won a strong-man competition mind you, but I was sure I had more strength before taking those hormones. I imagined that Alyssa probably did too. It also didn't help we were trying to do so on uneven ground in a pair of high heels. Brady, as always, was happy to just stand by and watch.

The chest, with its curved top, looked like something out of a pirate adventure. It was pretty solidly built with a padlock keeping it sealed on the front. I hated to think of what perverted treasures awaited me inside.

"Just tuck it over in the corner, girls. No need for the renters to have to trudge down to the basement for any toys," Brady said. It had nothing to do with the fact that we'd likely kill ourselves getting it down those stairs.

"Well, everything seems to be in order," Eve said with Alyssa moving to her side. Eve took a few steps over and did some slight readjustments to my hair and uniform. A smile of satisfaction splayed across her face; like she'd created another masterpiece. "Besides her little attitude and a bit more refinement on preparing herself, I'd say she's turned into a fine sissy-slave. Unless you want to have her take my obedience course, I don't think there is much more I or my pet can do for her."

Was I understanding her correctly? Was she planning on halting my training sessions permanently? Was Eve getting out of my life for good? I should have been pleased. I should have been ecstatic. I should have been elated enough to perform a back-flip in my dress and heels. As much as I could live without seeing this strict, stern woman ever again, I knew it was a double-edged sword. Eve would be departing but so would Alyssa.

"She has come a long way, thanks to you," Brady said; giving every ounce of acknowledgement to Eve and completely overlooking the one who'd actually spent time to train me. "I would have to agree; though I know she's gonna miss you."

"No, she's going miss her little girlfriend," Eve joked.

I couldn't help but look at Alyssa. She peered up at me with those large, green eyes. This was such a bizarre feeling; actually being attracted to her; another sissy-slave. It wasn't only that, but I felt so detached from everyone and everything except for her; like we were kindred spirits of the sissy world.

"Alyssa, you've done a find job. Do you want to say goodbye to our latest creation" Eve asked her.

Alyssa meekly walked over to me; her eyes mostly to the floor. It was hard to tell if she was taking it as bad on the inside as I was. She stepped right up to me again; enough to where our tits practically touched. For a moment, she did little more than stand there. Normally it had been her, under the order of Eve, to initiate any such contact. This time, it was me who pulled her into my embrace.

"Oh, Alyssa," I said into her ear. Her arms wrapped around me and we hugged for a few tender moments. "I'm going to feel so alone."

"You'll be just fine. You're strong and don't need me. And who knows, maybe we'll see each other again."

With that, her head pulled away but only just. Those luscious painted lips found mine in what I considered to be a passionate kiss. They moved over my own, mixing our lipsticks as her tongue invaded my mouth. Again, I should have been repulsed, but her old life was over and this sissy-girl who'd been the closest thing to a friend was all that remained.

"Just remember to think good thoughts and you'll make it through," she told me softly after she pulled away from me. One quick, final hug and she released me and headed back over to Eve.

"Well, that was very heart-felt," Eve scoffed. "I know we're saying our goodbyes, dear, but I don't remember telling you to have a little make-out session. Now Dafni will have to fix her lipstick." Eve gave me a smirk and added, "Though I doubt it'll be the only time this weekend."

"I apologize, Mistress Eve. I've just gotten quite close to Dafni is all," Alyssa said.

"I know, dear." Eve walked up to me as I stood there with my heart racing. "I must say that I've enjoyed watching your transformation. I'm glad that I had a part in showing you just how much of a sissy-girl you really are."

Eve pinched my cheek and then readjusted my dress and apron before stepping back over to Alyssa. Her leash was attached and then they headed for the door. A longing stung my heart as I watched Alyssa leaving; her skirt swaying with her stride. That first day meeting her played again in my mind. So much had happened in that short amount of time. I didn't much care for her then, but I couldn't imagine going forward as Dafni without her now.

"Well, Dafni, seems like we've hit another milestone. They did good to turn you into the sissy standing before me. I'm sure you'll miss seeing your little girlfriend, but a couple of dicks shoved down your throat ought to make you forget all about her."

That snapped me back to my reality. In just a short while, I was going to have a couple of guys come into my home and act like they owned the place. They would also act like they owned me. Just what would they plan to do to me for two full day?

After having me fix my smeared lipstick, Brady had me come practice my greeting at the backdoor. I was told what to say and do when they arrived. It was all quite embarrassing, surprisingly enough. He made sure I smiled wide enough and that I lifted my skirt high enough during my curtsy. It turned my stomach imaging two big guys watching me do that with likely hard cocks clearly shown through their pants. I fucking dreaded it!

I worked on it a good half hour before Brady was satisfied. He then had me go through each room and make sure they were in order. This included wiping down the kitchen, vacuuming the living room, and changing the bedding in the master; though I was warned not to fuck up the fine work Alyssa had done on me. I took cleaning a step further by spraying as much as I could down with odor eliminator. Perhaps the renters would appreciate not having to deal with the horrid, stale cigarette stench as much as I would.

During my work, I found that Brady had removed most all the food from the house; all except my rations of fruit and salad in the refrigerator along with a few condiments. There wasn't much left in the way for protein, but I'd been told many times by him that I get plenty of protein doing what I do best. It repulsed me when I put together what that meant.

That wasn't all that was removed. While I performed all these little chores, Brady was performing a little chore of his own. He moved about the house removing the many cameras he'd attached to my walls to keep an eye on me. While I was curious about his reasoning, I was more elated over it. Even when he wasn't around, I always knew he could be watching me.

"It wouldn't be right to have all these cameras up with actual people in the house," Brady told me; making it quite apparent that I wasn't actually a person. "But don't try to get slick with anything. I'm going to leave these with the renters so they may use them as they see fit. I won't be watching them for their own privacy, but I'll still have cameras on in your quarters plus a few other means to make sure you're behaving. Don't worry about specifics. Just do as you're ordered and be a good girl and you won't have anything to worry about."

That was an understatement. There was plenty to worry about; a topic that I needed to discuss with him before he left.

Just before Brady was about to leave, he took a small lockbox and placed it on the kitchen island. He told me that it was for my renters and to make sure I gave it to them right off.

"They know the code to get into it. Don't you try to fuck with it. Just give it to them and they'll know what to do with it all."

Brady had me load his bag into his car as I walked him out. I'd never been happier to carry out an order. It was a little heavy but I had much more motivation than carrying that trunk inside. My weekend was likely to be sheer hell, but I had to find the silver lining; just like Alyssa had said.

My heart was racing; just yearning to see his taillights leave my driveway. At the same time, I was becoming quite nervous. Brady was about to basically trap me in my own house with people who could do who-knows-what with me. I just had to say something about it.

"Master, I'm nervous about all this. What if these guys want to do worse things to me than you expect? There is no one here to protect me," I said, referring to Dimitri.

"Playing the damsel-in-distress card are we? Such a girl thing to do," he snickered. "Do you think that little of your master or miss Eve?"

Did he really think that I held a high opinion of them?

"The two that won your auction have been checked out and there doesn't look to be any red flags for you to concern yourself with. All you need to worry about is making sure they have a fun weekend and taking care of their needs and desires." He then added, "Just to give your ditzy head a little peace-of-mind, they've been given a list of rules of what they are allowed and not allowed to do with you. Also, you'll still have your sissy phone and I'll be checking in with you. I think though that after a little playtime with either them or their friends, you won't have any other concerns."

Brady got in his car with his words doing little to calm my nerves or ease my mind.

"They should be here in the next fifteen to thirty minutes. I hope you remember everything I've told you and everything I've warned you about. Up till Sunday evening, they own you and I expect you to treat them with the same obedience and submission that you would with me. Can I trust you to be a good sissy, or do we need to go ahead and get a punishment spanking out of the way?"

"No, Master. I'll be good."

"I hope so, for your sake. I'll see you in two days."

With that, Brady left my yard and my life; at least for two days. It was a small victory but one nonetheless. Still, I had a quite unnerving feeling in the pit of my stomach. Though I was at my own home, I'd never felt so vulnerable and alone.

Getting out of the cold, I scurried back into the house; my house. Stepping back inside, for a brief moment I actually considered it mine again. There was no one else there to command and belittle me; no cameras to spy or keep tabs on me. If only for a few minutes, I could be my own man. Of course that idea was a little off considering I was in a dress and heels with the one thing really making me a man locked away.

I was at a loss about what to do while waiting for these guys who had me and my house as their property for the weekend. Like a battered slave, I first went through again to make sure I'd actually gotten everything tidied up. It was something my brain had been rewired to do. About fifteen minutes passed before I was able to stop myself and do something I hadn't done in months.

I walked up to my chair that Brady had taken as his own. Though I had sprayed most the house with the odor eliminator, including the chair, it still had a disgusting stench to it. I'd be willing to bet that it had been soiled as much by him as his cigarettes. Still, I turned on my heels and planted my butt down on the soft cushion.

While it felt good to sit on something relatively familiar and comfortable, it just wasn't the same. He had put his own mark on it with how he sat along with his pungent scent. Plus me sitting there in that ridiculous outfit that was a symbol of what I was supposed to be took any kind of ability to relax off the table. Not only that, but I still felt paranoid that he was watching. That paranoia climaxed when I heard a banging at my backdoor.

Someone was here!

Jumping up from my chair, I took a few brief moments to make sure my uniform was straight. My hands pulled down on my skirt in hopes that it may lengthen it if only a tiny bit. Even though I knew my chastity would be seen multiple times by them during the weekend, I wanted it to stay hidden as much as possible.

More thunderous knocks erupted from my back door and I hurried on my heels towards it. My gut was in knots as it came into view. Just on the other side were my tormentors for the weekend. Considering their banging on the door, they seemed quite eager to come in and start having their sick fun with me.

I tried to imagine what kind of guys would be waiting for me on my stoop. During my slutty escapades, I'd encountered so many depraved people that I could almost attach a face to any sort of personality. I've had shy guys, and assertive guys, and thought-to-be-charming guys, and just down right mean guys. Those along with a smattering of all those characteristics throughout a dozen others.

Who would it be this time?

I reached the door and my heart felt like it would pop through my chest and tear through the faux breast and silly, pink uniform. My hand reached out for the knob, shaking the whole time. I turned it and opened the door.

"Good evening, and wel..," I started to get out before I stopped cold. Brady had made me practice my little introduction multiple times before he left, so I had not forgotten it. At least I didn't think I'd forgotten it. What caused my stumble wasn't a loss of information, but something that had shocked it out of me. That something being the two people standing just outside my door. They were not what I was expecting at all!

"You just going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to invite us in?" The one up front said. They both moved past me, not waiting for me to continue or to offer a proper invite. As they moved past me, I couldn't help but get a whiff of their sweet-smelling perfume.

I hadn't been rented by two deviant guys. I had been rented by girls!

To be continued....