Making of Tina Ch. 09: Maid

Disclaimer.

This story gets progressively more depraved and unrealistic with each chapter.

This is a fantasy story about total power exchange

If that is not something you like, please leave.

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I replied to all the texts. I did what Daddy expected of me, I was all bubbly and girly in my replies. It was so cumbersome having to chat with so many people at once, and the texts were mostly just guys talking about how they wanted to fuck me.

I did my best to entertain them like I used to do on the gay chatrooms back when my life was still normal. But as soon as they mentioned they wanted to meet me, I told them to ask my Daddy. After that, the texts always stopped. I wondered why?

The rest of the afternoon was spent sitting in my bed with that huge plug up my little butt, chatting away with random people. All the time my little penis wanted to grow out of its tiny confinement.

I really loved all this attention!

Time really flew by; I heard my mom coming home and it didn't take long before dad arrived as well. I locked my door and put my boy clothes over my slutty outfit, not forgetting to remove the collar and heels.

I grabbed some wipes and wiped away what was left of the little bit of makeup from my face, luckily it came off pretty easily. I put my phone on silent, hid it in my front pocket and ran down to greet my parents.

At dinner I just chatted a bit about school, but my parents weren't really paying any attention to anything I had to say. They must have had a long day at work. Afterwards I went back to my room and checked my phone, it had one new message, it was one from Daddy!

"Take your bicycle to Watermill Avenue 9 and do whatever is asked of you. You can pick the outfit, no boy clothes allowed."

I replied to the text as fast as I could.

"Yes Daddy!"

I got undressed and started with putting on my 'Sissy' collar. This was another crazy test I guessed. I looked at the mirror and wondered how I would be able to go outside without boy clothes, and without people giving me strange looks.

I removed the miniskirt, stockings and gazed at myself in the mirror again. I was now only wearing my 'Daddies Little Girl' top, thong, and collar. The top was fine, I remember Daddy saying teenage girls wear this all the time.

I ran to my wardrobe and gazed at the bright white shorts Daddy made me wear when this all started. Perfect, I thought! I can wear these! I stepped into them and pulled them up over my legs and butt. I had some problems getting them over my buttocks as they were a couple of sizes too small for me. I pulled harder until they finally slid over my butt. I closed the buttons at the front and wore a cute, narrow black belt with it.

I looked at myself in the mirror once again and it actually didn't look quite that bad. However, the tiny shorts pushed the giant plug up my butt a bit deeper and, on my belly, you could see the faint outline of the top of the plug. However, it wasn't really noticeable unless you really looked.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"I guess this will have to make do."

I grabbed some white socks and put on my white trainers, they kind of looked like trainers a teenage girl would wear.

I stared at myself in the mirror and smiled. This looked perfect! I felt my heartbeat in my chest. I looked at my hair and it was already getting a bit longer, so I had an idea. I ran to my desk and opened the top drawer; I had an assortment of packaging ribbons in them. I grabbed the light pink ones and tried to make two ponytails.

I turned to the mirror and giggled at the result. I was liking this a bit too much. Sometimes I forget Daddy is still blackmailing and forcing me to do all these things.

I checked my phone for messages, but Daddies' message was the last one. I just put it in my front pocket.

"I gotta be careful not to lose it!" I said to myself out loud.

Very carefully I walked downstairs and listened around for any noises. Nobody home I guessed, the house was completely empty. I hurried up to get my bicycle and drove away without a second thought. As soon as I sat down on the saddle, I let out a soft moan.

It hurt!

I tried to float my buttocks over the bicycle saddle, but I wasn't able to keep that up for long. I felt the huge plug move every time I sat down.

Thank God the address was only a couple of streets away. Some people noticed me, but nobody gave me any strange looks, at this point I just looked like an average teenage girl.

When I arrived at house number 9, I put my bicycle to the side and noticed a pretty big house. It had a long driveway and was surrounded by plants and trees. It looked a bit like an upgraded version of my own house. There were multiple expensive cars on the driveway, and it looked like there was a party going on inside.

I awkwardly stood at the entrance of the driveway and checked my phone. No messages or instructions. What do I do now?

Not wanting to make Daddy angry again, I folded my arms in front of me and slowly moved to the front door of the house. I rang the bell and waited for what felt like an eternity. I heard a bunch of people talking from inside and suddenly the front door opened.

In front of me stood a very fancy looking older guy, he was wearing an awfully expensive suit and had bright white hair combed backwards.

"You are late," he sneered.

"I am sorry sir," I softly replied as I started blushing.

"Follow me," he gently commanded.

I followed behind him and when he entered the first room on the left, he beckoned me to go inside. I obliged and noticed it was a tiny guest room with a single bed and a bunch of items place on top of it.

"Put on the clothes and items. When you are done, you will open the big door at the end of the hallway and wait for instructions."

He didn't wait for an answer, he just left the guest room and closed the door behind him.

I looked around; a bit surprised at the strange interaction. Somehow, I expected to be on my knees sucking some random dick by now but whatever. I gazed at the pile of items on the bed and noticed a little note.

'I have paid a lot of money for this. Time to earn it back - Daddy.'

I looked at the clothes and it looked like some kind of maid dress. I held it in front of me and it looked absolutely ridiculous. It was a one piece, black and white French maid dress. It looked heavily modified to be as slutty as possible.

I removed my own clothes and put them on the side of the bed. Next, I gently put the dress over my head and carefully pulled it down. It fit like a glove, but I noticed it was extremely revealing.

I looked in the huge standing mirror next to the door and rolled my eyes at the dress. It was a black dress with a black collar and white ruffles on my neck and arms. My back was completely bare, the black fabric went down from my neck and continued over my sides to my little bottom. The front was completely cut out in a big heart shape, edged with white ruffles thus exposing my little nipples and complete midriff plus belly button piercing. The dress was incredibly short, and it exposed my little cage and plug completely. There was just a bit of fabric on my hips with white frills on it.

I couldn't believe how comfortable the fabric felt on my skin and how it somehow fit perfectly. This must have cost Daddy a fortune.

I sighed and looked at the rest of the outfit. There were two black shear stockings with white and black frills at the top. I gently pulled them over my legs -careful not to tear them- and noticed the little tags at the bottom of the dress were there to clip on the stockings. I carefully clipped them and did the same with the other stocking.

The next part of the outfit were the shoes. They were simple basic black pumps, but again with white frills around the ankles. I once again carefully put them over my feet. They weren't as high, so not awfully hard to walk in them.

The other items were two white elbow length gloves, which again felt great on my skin. Everything about this outfit screamed expensive.

And the final item was a black and white frilly headdress which I careful placed on my head.

I stared in the mirror and rolled my eyes. I looked like I walked straight out of an anime or something. I remember having this whole hentai crossdressing yaoi phase a couple of months ago, and this looks like something a character that would star in one of those would wear.

Wait! Daddy had access to my computer all this time, did he find my porn folder?

Oh no, there was some really depraved stuff in those folders!

My heart started beating in anticipation when I saw the two remaining items on the bed. There were two black items. One looked like a mouth gag, but it had a rather large penis shape, and it was hollow. And the other item was the same material, but it was a huge buttplug with a funnel. Both items had what looked like a bathplug on a little chain hanging from them.

I started with the gag, I held it in front of me and took a deep breath. I opened my lips and slowly pushed it in my mouth. It wasn't too wide, so it went in pretty easy. The last part however went a bit too deep which made me gag a couple of times. After taking another deep breath, I pushed the last bit up my throat and locked the belt at the back of my head. I noticed there was a little lock on the back.

Wait, there's no key! Shit, it's locked!

It took a bit of effort as I tried to breathe through my nose. After a minute or so, I got used to the sensation of having something up my throat, however.

I gazed at the strange looking buttplug next. I bent over a bit and removed the huge plug from my butt. My hole was still a bit sore from earlier today, but I was able to take it out without any resistance. I stared back into the mirror and noticed there was a fairly big gaping hole where my little butthole used to be. I noticed it slowly closing, so I quickly took the funnelled plug and hurried up to put it in me before my hole closed shut. It was just as wide as the previous plug, so it slid in pretty easily.

It felt a bit strange; both my mouth and my butthole were held wide open by the devices. I could feel a chilly breeze of air in both holes.

What was sexy about this, I thought?

On both devices there was a little bathplug hanging from them. I had to plug the open holes, which I did. It all looked so strange; this wasn't what I was expecting at all coming over here.

I sighed in defeat and opened the door to the hallway. It was dark, so I looked for the light switch. I could hear people talking in the other room. I turned on the light and awkwardly shuffled to the door. I slowly opened it and awkwardly stumbled inside.

This room was a big lounge. There were multiple luxury chairs, sofas and barstools spread around the room. It was filled with older, fancy looking men in suits. They were having discussions with each other and were drinking liquor.

I closed the door behind me when the gentlemen from before greeted me and handed me a small serving tray.

"You are to stand in the middle of the room and serve the guests."

He pointed at a small open space right in the middle of the room between all the guests.

Oh no, there were so many men here, and I must stand where everyone could see me? This is so humiliating! I shivered and walked straight to the spot. As I walked past a sofa with two guys in it, I felt them eyeing me up. When I looked at them, they turned their gaze away from me and continued their chatting.

All perverts, I guessed.

It didn't take a minute after reaching the spot when a big gentleman with a goatee waved me over. I walked over to him with my tray. He just put his empty glass on it and spoke.

"Lagavulin."

I had no idea what he meant. When I looked over at the older gentleman, he was now standing behind a bar. He beckoned me over and I turned around to walk to him; but the guy behind me said to stop.

I froze, and he stopped talking. He just started touching my little butt. He slowly fondled my bum while I stood there shivering at his very touch. He lowered his hand and gently touched the insides of my legs which made me shiver even more. He then laughed, gently smacked my butt, and continued his conversation with the other man.

In total embarrassment, I scurried back to the bar and put the tray with the empty glass on the top of it. The gentleman behind the bar took a bottle of liquor and poured it into the glass. When he was done, he made a shushing motion with his hands. I tried to bring the drink back to the gentleman with the goatee careful not to spill anything.

After I arrived and offered him his drink, he took it of the tray and put it in front of him on the table.

When I turned around to get back to my spot, he whistled at me. I stopped and turned around. I noticed he suddenly had his erect penis in his hand, and he pointed at the floor in front of him. I didn't know what he meant.

He gave me a stern look, snapped his fingers, and pointed at the floor in front of him.

I put the empty tray on the table, crawled on my knees in front of him and waited while he was jacking off and talking to his conversation partner.

It only took about twenty seconds for him to start breathing faster. He took the bathplug from my mouth gag and just came in the hole of the penis gag. He didn't cum much, and when he was done, he put the rubber bathplug back and waved his hand in a shushing motion.

I couldn't even properly swallow his cum, it just ran down my throat straight into my stomach.

Surprised at what happened, I just got up. Confused I took my tray and got back to my spot. Most guys were talking and slowly jacking off at the same time. All conversations were about the stock market, politics, the housing market, and liquor.

This was the first time I actually felt like a little kid at an adult party. I wondered if I was the first maid here, or if I was just one of many.

While my mind was racing, I heard a guy at the bar snap his fingers. I walked over and he beckoned me to turn around. I did and he immediately sneered at me.

"Bend over dummy!"

He got down from his barstool and as I bent over, he unlocked my buttplug and just spurted his cum in the big hole. After he was done, he just got back up his stool. He noticed me just standing there, he sighed and spoke.

"Lock the plug and get back to your spot. Not very smart are you!?"

I used my left hand to look for the dangling plug and closed my back entrance. After that I ran back to my spot. I could feel his cum inside of me with every step I took. There were at least fifteen guys here, were they all going to do this?

Just as I feared, the evening went exactly as I predicted, they summoned me over one by one. Sometimes they just needed drinks and sometimes they wanted to dump their loads in one of my holes. It was so much cum I actually started to feel pretty full and a bit sick in my stomach. I was very sure, if I went for a poop, there would be a shower of cum gushing out first!

After standing at my spot in the middle of the room for a couple of minutes, the mood of the room changed a bit. The gentlemen were getting a bit drunk and rowdy, and the topics changed from serious topics to small talk, and they were all getting quite loud.

I looked at the big clock mounted on the wall and noticed it said 21h. I needed to get home; I have school tomorrow! After I looked at the clock, the older gentleman from the bar walked over to me and loudly spoke to the guests.

"Gentleman, sadly the evening is coming to an end."

He was carrying a dildo in his left hand which he placed on the coffee table next to me. Everyone stopped talking and looked at us while jacking their dicks. He grabbed me and positioned me over the big dildo. Next, he used his left hand to open the funnel plug, which made all the cum gush out, covering the dildo in a stream of sticky cum.

He then grabbed me by the hips with both hands and pushed me down on the dildo. It fit perfectly in the hole of the funnel plug. He continued pushing me down until it was balls deep inside of me. Because of the strange plug, I couldn't feel the dildo at all. Even after all of this, I'm still deprived of any pleasure whatsoever.

"Up until it's out, and down until it's in completely," the gentleman sternly stated.

Everyone around me was furiously jacking off, looking at me and enjoying my obvious discomfort. I took a deep breath and started moving up and down on the dildo. I moved up until it popped out and moved down until I felt the balls of the dildo on my own little balls. I continued doing this over and over again.

After a minute or so, one of the men came to stand next to me. I stopped riding the dildo as he opened my mouth plug and spurted his load straight into my throat.

"Keep going," again the older gentleman spoke sternly.

I immediately continued moving up and down, as one guy after the other came over to me and dumped their loads up my throat. At a certain point I couldn't keep it up anymore and it just dripped down my chin and body. It was just too much. As the last couple of guys were jacking off in front me, I could already see most of the guests saying goodbye to each other and leaving.

After the last guy came, he grabbed me by the chin, looked me in the eyes and spat in my face.

"Fucking shameless slut," he said as he roughly slapped me.

I stopped riding the dildo after he turned around. He said something to the barman and walked out. I got up and tried to stand on my legs, they were shaking like crazy. The older gentleman walked over to me carrying a bucket and mop.

"Clean up the room and leave."