Kidnapped

I woke up, feeling the familiar throbbing and aching from my caged and denied clit. Moaning, arching my back, I fell into the sensation of being denied, my clitty straining to be released. To cum. But despite that need, that craving I felt inside of me, all it made me want was to be a good girl. To be a good sissy for my Mistress.

I had been talking to the same Mistress for a while now, getting to know one another, becoming fast friends. I didn't even begin talking to her with ownership in mind, just enjoying her company, sharing Rory with someone other than myself. But with her encouragement and support, I delved deeper into my girly side. Outfits, shoes, make-up, I giggle as I wanted more and more, enjoying this alter-ego in my life.

Chastity was the next step, with Mistress suggesting she be in control. The first night I spent with my clit locked I was in agony, so desperate to feel hard, to release. But Mistress helped me through it, get used to the feeling, and soon enough I wanted nothing more than to be under her control. I finally worked up the courage to mail her my keys, no longer in control of my clit. A good girl.

That was three weeks ago. Each morning I had lay straining, groaning with need, wanting to be played with. To be fucked. I no longer wanted to be released, my caged clit was apart of me. I just wanted to be in Mistress' controlling hands, her own personal sissy. Each morning I would show her my clitty, dripping and frustrated, wearing the outfit she picked out for me to sleep in. She would also call me her good girl, her good sissy, often giving me my tasks for the day.

Most nights after being caged Mistress would have me send her pictures or videos. Sometimes I was allowed to bounce on a cock, or just be plugged while teasing my clit with a vibrator. I remember the first time I came for my Mistress from being fucked I was so happy, watching my cum leak out of my cage, never wanting an orgasm any other way. That is, when I was allowed one.

She would always end each night we spoke calling me her good little sissy, saying one day she was going to kidnap me, make me hers forever. I always giggled reading that, my clitty twitching at the thought. To be forced into servitude to my Mistress, used for whatever she desired, submitting to her complete control over me. The more and more I thought about it, the more it made me wet. Many nights I fell asleep to the thought of being her sissy, with no escape, leaking with excitement.

One night similar to many others, Mistress had me send her pictures of me being her little slut. Calling me her good sissy, she had me shower and shave every part of me before bed. An odd request she hadn't ever given to me at night, but I was always happy to do what I'm told. Freshly showered and shaved I sent her another picture, to which she again praised her sissy. Choosing my outfit to sleep in, she had me wear my fishnet bodysuit and heart collar. I giggled as I lay in bed, feeling my sheets on my legs, my hands roaming over my body.

Saying good night to Mistress, I fell asleep to dreams of being owned. Being happy. Kneeling at Mistress' feet, shared with people I didn't know, cleaning up after her, preparing meals, being punished. All of it coursed through my mind, my little clit leaking away at the very thought.

Feeling some movement, I groggily tried to open my eyes in the middle of the night. Pairs of hands were all over me with purpose, a tightness around my body. Trying to speak, I realised I had something in my mouth. It felt like a gag pushed deep inside of me, yet something in the middle letting me breathe. My eyes shot open to see what was happening, but all I saw was darkness. Screaming into my gag, I tried to move my hands up to uncover my face, but they were already bound. I felt binds all over my body, restricting me from any movement but wiggling.

Whining and terrified, I tried to sit up and move, but the hands returned, pinning me down. I could feel the tightness on my body getting thicker, as if they were wrapping me in something. I could only lie there as I felt myself lose more and more control, my gagged begging falling on deaf ears. Fully encased in the wrap, barely able to even hear, I was placed in a box, hearing the lid shut. With no idea what was happening, fear building up inside of me, I screamed and screamed for help, but my muffling had been complete, as I was placed upright on a dolly and wheeled out of my place.

I felt like I was in my box for hours, feeling myself move and slide. Once again I was upright and moving, settling with a thud on the floor. I heard the box opened, my pleading and screaming beginning anew. But I was ignored as curious hands ran themselves over me in my predicament, running up and down, exploring their catch. Barely able to move my neck, I couldn't escape as they felt my face, tracing their finger over my lips. I whined, begging to be let go, but my incoherent noises were to no effect, as I was slung over someone's shoulder, again moved somewhere I couldn't see.

The first place they cut the wrap off me was my neck. At first grateful to be able to move, soon I squirmed as I felt something sliding around me. I bucked and whined but the cold metal slid around my neck, locking into place. My heart pounded in my chest, wondering just what had been put on me. I got my answer very quickly, as a shock came from the necklace, surging through my body. I screamed, wriggling in protest, which earned me another shock. After four or five I was in tears, but I lay still, understanding that was what they wanted.

Slowly the rest of me was peeled off, my head left for last. My arms and legs were cuffed as I was set free, from one prison to another. As they unwrapped my head I waited to see who my kidnapper was, who had stolen me from my home. But as it came free, and fresh air hit my face, I realised I still couldn't see! Fearing I had been blinded, I whimpered into my gag, which was met with another shock. When I calmed down a little, I could see a sliver of light in the corner of my eye. They were blackout lenses!

Fully unwrapped, I felt something clipped to my leash, a small tug forcing me along. Heels had been slid onto my feet, still in my bodysuit, I minced after my kidnapper, barely able to take steps with my cuffs. Brought to a chair, hands clipped to something behind me, I took small comfort in being able to sit after being in that horrid wrap and box for so long. A wet cloth cleaned off my sweating and nervous face, the collar ensuring I complied. Soon I felt make-up being put on, outlining my eyes, lipstick and blush. I had no idea what was in store for me.

My hair was brushed back, feeling a cap going over my head. What I assumed was a wig soon followed, feeling the fake hair over my shoulders. Fluffing it into place, I heard a satisfied sigh in front of me, followed by scissors cutting off my fishnets. I flinched and tried to turn away, but I was met again by the collar. Whimpering, I sat still as they cut off my outfit, my last line of defense. Soon I was completely naked in front of my captor, my clitty fully on display. A finger traced along my cage, making me flinch.

I felt my cuffs being removed, along with the gag I had worn for so long. Stretching my jaw, I didn't dare speak for fear of being shocked again. A hand lifted my leg, sliding a pair of stockings up my smooth skin. Despite being scared out of my mind, I couldn't help but moan at the familiar feeling, my clitty twitching in excitement, betraying me. I could feel ruffles at the tops, connecting to a garter that was tightly wrapped around me. I grunted as I felt a corset tightened around my waist, breathing becoming a bit more difficult.

Slipped into a dress, complete with petticoats and what I assumed was an apron, my fear was replaced with curiousity as to what outfit I was being forced to wear. My hands were encased in a pair of silk gloves, enticing another moan to escape me. Helped back into some heels, I felt as if my transformation was nearing completion, wondering if I would ever get to see what I looked like.

I felt the collar around my neck detach and I held my breath, waiting to be hit or punished. But it was replaced with something softer and frillier, my gloved hands feeling it gently. Soft hands, no longer being rough with me, cupped the side of my face. I tensed, not sure what to expect, but I felt fingers reach for my lenses. I held my breath shaking, but decided to let them do it so my eye didn't get scratched. Eyesight restored, I finally was able to see my captor, and I nearly cried with relief.

My Mistress, in the flesh, stood before me. I rushed into her arms, tears brimming in my eyes as I hugged her. She gently pat my head, soothing her frightened sissy. She apologised for scaring me, knowing how terrifying that whole ordeal would be. Staring into my eyes, my worries melting away, she told me she just wanted the first time seeing myself and her to be perfect. To be right. Unable to look away, she gently turned me to the mirror, and I nearly fell with shock.

Looking back at me was the perfect image of a sissy maid. Pink dress, the frills and petticoats I felt earlier standing out in starch white. Little bows all over, outlines of white lace throughout, I couldn't even breathe as I stared at myself. My stockings with matching frills and bows, pink heels pushing my legs and ass up in the perfect way. Silk white gloves up to my elbows, tightly encasing me as I ran my hands over the outfit, playfully bouncing the hem of my dress.

Finished with my frilly pink and white collar, as well as a ridiculous pink bow in my hair, I blushed taking in the entire look. Eyes outlined with mascara and liner, making me look quite the whore. Light pink lips and blush matching perfectly with my attire, I could barely believe it was me. It was one of the first times I truly felt pretty. Feeling Mistress behind me, her arms wrapping around me, she leaned in and said this was her image of me. What she always knew I could be. Should be. I rested my head against her, happy and content. Any questions I had about how she got me here or why melted away.

Breaking our embrace, Mistress had me kneel in front of her, outlining the day. She told me that I would be shown what my duties would be, what would be expected of me. I was to do as I was told, without question, and be her good little sissy. My clitty nearly exploded hearing her call me that in person for the first time, my eyes wide as I listened. Smiling at my excitement and attentiveness, she told me to just enjoy it, and to really think if it was what I wanted.

Tomorrow morning she would ask me once. Only once. She would ask me if I wanted to stay, wanted to be her good girl. Her sissy. If not, I would be brought back home once again, the keys currently around her neck returned to me. I would never see Mistress again, but I would be free. If I chose to stay then I was hers, completely. She would control every aspect of my life, and I would never leave her side. She slid her thumb into my mouth to suck on, telling me that I would be her perfect little sissy, in every way my Mistress had imagined. The choice was entirely up to me.

Speechless, moaning around her thumb, I could feel my clitty throbbing as she spoke. My mind on fire, fantasising over her every word, feeling as if everything I had ever wanted in life was finally falling into place. A small voice in my head rebelled, concerns of being owned, not seeing friends, losing control over my very life. I decided to be her good girl for the day, and make a decision when she asked for it.

Bringing me to my feet, Mistress led by the hand around her house. She showed me every inch, and what would be expected from me as her maid. It was daunting to think of cleaning all this, but I simply followed and listened. She brought me out on the patio in view of the neighbours, a blush fiercely spreading over my face. But I held my ground, heels together in my cute but silly dress, being my Mistress' good sissy.

With our little tour over, she immediately put me to work. I was thrown into vacuuming, laundry, and cleaning up a bit of a mess in the kitchen. I found the hardest thing was to actually clean, so overwhelmed with my adorable outfit. Mistress did find me in front of the hall mirror, lost in my own reflection. That had earned me a place over her knees, reddening my ass until I was in tears. I was much more attentive after that.

In the afternoon two men came by to talk with my Mistress. She handed them a large envelope (payment for my kidnapping I would find out later), and beckoned me over. Mistress took my face in her hands, saying these two men were very dear to her, and I was to take care of them like a good sissy. I blushed knowing what her intentions were, heart beating at the thought of sucking cock for the first time. With a glare that showed me she would not be questioned, I simply nodded, kneeling at the feet of her guests.

My nerves began to diminish as I grasped both of their cocks in my gloved hands, jerking back and forth as they began to grow. Staring up at them, I wrapped my lips without hesitation around the first cock, moaning from the heat in my mouth. I quickly forgot about being nervous, or worried, only focusing on their cocks. I went back and forth between them, licking and sucking, shoving it as far into my throat as I could. My clit screamed at me for release, enjoying me being a whore.

I shuddered as the first cock erupted in my mouth, coating me all over. I stared up at its owner, swallowing every drop, cleaning off the remnants of his orgasm with my tongue. The second cock quickly followed, shoving my head into his crotch until my nose was pressed deeply into his naval. Cumming almost down my throat, I couldn't show him as much cum, gasping for breath when he finally released me. I licked them both clean while giggling, wishing they had more. Zipping up without a word to me, they thanked my Mistress and left, making me feel like a toy they simply used. It made my clit throb, leaking desperately in excitement.

Mistress simply smiled, enjoying the sight of her little sissy cocksucker on her knees. Seeing the pride in her eyes made me warm, happy. I was her good girl. She reached down to my clit and laughed, finding my leaking excitement. I blushed deeply as she called me a little whore, wiping my cum over my lips, the sticky substance staying with me for the rest of the day.

I cooked dinner for Mistress and a friend who mostly ignored me, standing by the table until I was needed to clear the table or top up wine. My legs shifted back and forth, rubbing the stockings together as I stood there, the feeling of being invisible to these two powerful women making me weak in the knees. I only hoped my clitty wasn't leaking all over my new and pretty dress.

Helping her friend with her coat, Mistress said her goodbyes and sat down to watch as I finished cleaning after dinner. She brought me downstairs after she was through, stripping me of my dress, leaving me standing there exposed. Dripping clit fully on display, left in stockings and my garter, I kept my arms behind me as instructed, folded in on one another. I stuck my ass out in my heels, making sure to stay balanced, Mistress lightly caning my ass, leaving red lines all over me, a soft whimpering coming from her sissy.

Happy with my new marks, she explored my little hole with her finger, lubed and sliding in and out of me. After being so excited all day, I openly moaned from her touch, instantly begging her to cum. Tutting, Mistress denied me her approval, leaving me gritting my teeth as she played with my g-spot. Three fingers later I was breathing heavily with the effort not to cum, desperation seizing every part of my body. I sighed with relief when she pulled out of me, but my reprieve was short lived.

A strapped cock followed quickly into my ass. Grabbing ahold of my arms, pulling them behind me, Mistress began vigorously fucking her sissy, calling me her good girl. Her cocksucker. Her little sissy whore. I moaned, whimpered, squeaked and squealed through her fucking, feeling every inch of her cock. Nearly screaming, I begged and begged to cum, unable to hold my excitement any longer. Mistress picked up the pace, demanding that her little sissy cum for her, cum from being fucked by her Mistress.

My poor clit, being locked for so long and denied, exploded after the day I had. Barely able to breathe through my orgasm, I felt jets of cum squirt out of me, forcefully milked from my clit by the hard thrusts of my Mistress. Without slowing down, Mistress continued her relentless fucking, until I came yet again on her cock. She took her exhausted sissy in her arms, softly calling me her good girl over and over. Bringing me to my room, she gently laid me to bed, sleep quickly coming over me. I fell asleep happy and content in the girly pink maid's quarters, surrounded by what could be the rest of my life.

The next day Mistress beckoned me to her room, my face quickly being pulled into her pussy. She came twice all over my tongue, enjoying my eagerness to please her. When she recovered, Mistress reached around her neck for the keys to my cage, and began her speech she started the morning before. I stopped her, placing my still gloved hands on hers, eyes wide and excited. I told her I wanted nothing more in the world than to be her sissy. To be under her control. To be whatever she wanted me to be. She stared deeply into my eyes, relief and gratitude washed over her, so happy with my decision. I giggled through teary eyes, finally understanding my place in life.

Her control tightened quickly around her sissy, a tattoo artist brought to mark and pierce me the next day. Nipples, belly button, ears, and my clit all were given new silver decorations, waiting to heal. I laid completely still all day while I was drawn on permanently. Mistress' personal symbol and signature was placed at the small of my back, a beautiful pink bow right above my clitty, the words *Sissy Slave* woven as the ribbons. Her name was delicately written on my lower lip, something Mistress relished in showing off at parties by pulling my lip down, or simply when she wished to remind her sissy who owned her.

Once my piercings had healed, Mistress introduced me to many piercings that would match my uniforms and outfits. My clit however was given a new, smaller, tighter cage, the new piercing ensuring it wasn't going anywhere. Mistress informed me that this was the new normal for my clit, that I would never see it any other way again. She said I was finally complete, the vision of her sissy perfected.

No longer having a name, Mistress and others called me many things. Sissy. Slave. Cocksucker. Whore. Good girl. Slut. I smiled through all of them, knowing it didn't matter what I was called. They all translated to the same thing for me. The same truth that made me giddy each day. That made me so eager to serve her, in anyway she saw fit. All I heard when Mistress called me was one, simple fact.

I was hers.