My Roommate's Maid Pt. 05

It was like everything had changed and nothing at all.

Mostly, I was surprised by how normal things still were. I still played games, chitchatted, and hung out with my roommates. I still had alone time.

The only difference was that now I did it mostly in a maid dress.

Every morning, I am greeted by the set of rules Tomas gave me, now hanging up on the corkboard in my room.

1. I am now Tomas' property.

2. No more masturbating.

3. No wearing boy clothes.

4. I must do all the cleaning in the apartment.

5. My name is now Sophie.

6. If I ever ask anything of my masters, I must get down on all fours and bow.

7. I must thank my masters for any commands or punishments.

8. I must perform sex acts when asked.

When laid out like that, I guess my life wasn't very normal after all. It had been over a month since I started cleaning for my three roommates. Just under a month since I started wearing a maid dress while I cleaned. And just under a week had passed since this new status of mine had been confirmed.

I was a sissy.

It was a weird word to me. I had heard of the concept but didn't have any feelings one way or another towards it. But ever since Tomas decided I was one, I felt immensely connected to it.

Tomas was taking Rule 2, the 'no more masturbating' rule, seriously. For both him and me. That meant that I could only cum when he let me. And even then, he ordered that I could no longer touch my cock. I had to thrust into a sextoy until I came. For him, the rule meant I had to make him cum whenever he wanted.

Sometimes it was a blowjob. Other times only a handjob.

Yesterday, he called me into his room and didn't give me any instructions. He simply stood with his hands on his hips and looked at me. Without saying anything, I got onto my knees, unzipped his jeans, and sucked on his massive cock till he came.

I was rewarded with a simple "Good Sophie" and a slap on the ass.

I felt giddy.

Today, I got ready in my maid's dress, white lace bra and panties, garter belt, and white fishnets. I dusted and wiped down the windows (making sure to stay mostly behind the curtains) before attending one of my Econ classes on zoom. Near the end of the lecture, I got a text. It was from another of my roommates, Marshall, calling me to his room.

I arrived to a large pile of laundry on the floor and soda cans littering his desk.

Marshall paused the game of Civ V (with DLC of course) he had going.

"I want you to tidy up in here and wash my clothes. But first..."

Marshall smiled wickedly and pulled out his phone.

"Strip."

I closed the door and stood in the middle of his room. I sighed.

First, I pulled the maid dress over my head. I heard a *click* from his phone as he started taking photos. More clicks as I undid my bra and revealed my nipples. Even more as I slid down my lace panties to show off my half-hard cock. As I went for my garter belt, Marshall stopped me.

"No, keep your stockings on."

I put my hands to my sides and stood almost-nude as he kept taking photos.

"Now crawl towards me."

Without speaking, I got onto all fours and crawled towards him in his gaming chair. Marshall slid down his shorts and brought his large cock towards my waiting mouth. I kissed the head and started to suck him.

As I moved my lips up and down his shaft, I looked up to see that Marshall was recording me. I tried to hide my shyness and humiliation. Ultimately, it didn't matter either way. He had recordings of me already and I had gone too far to turn around now.

I put on a show for him.

My cock grew hard in between my thighs. I moved back onto my knees and began massaging his dick and cupping his balls. I kissed the head of his dick and moved my mouth rhythmically up and down his shaft. Marshall grunted in intense pleasure with each movement of my fingers and lips.

I switched between jerking him off while sucking his balls to swallowing as much of his cock as I could. My only thought was his pleasure. My own dick raged between my legs, very much unattended.

I resisted the urge to touch it.

I was no longer responsible for my own pleasure. I would only be able to cum when Tomas allowed me to.

As I played with his balls and bobbed my head on his cock, I felt Marshall's orgasm building. He gripped the back of my head suddenly.

"Open your mouth," he grunted.

I stuck my tongue out and made eye contact with his phone camera. Then, his cock pulsed suddenly in my hand. Marshall moaned wildly and cum splattered into my open mouth and across my tongue.

I diligently swallowed it all. He shut off his phone camera.

"Good slut," he said, and playfully gripped my chin.

I smiled and started getting back into my maid outfit. I put on my panties, pulled up my garter belt, redid my bra, and then pulled my maid dress over my head. I checked myself in Marshall's room mirror and luckily my makeup wasn't smudged.

"I'm going to share your photos," Marshall said.

My cheeks immediately flushed. I spun back towards him. Marshall smiled back.

"Don't worry, I'll edit out anything identifying and blur your eyes. No one will know it's you."

That's still a step too far, I thought. I had already accepted so much, but so far it had all stayed within this apartment. This seemed like a far too important line to cross.

"Please," I began.

"Uh-uh." Marshall wagged a finger, "What's the rule for when you have to ask for something?"

My face was burning up with shame and humiliation now. I gingerly got down onto all fours and bowed at Marshall. The skirt of my dress fell forward slightly and revealed my panties.

"Please, I don't know if I want that," I said meekly.

"Please, what?" Marshall asked.

Even quieter, I responded, "...please Master."

Marshall considered it for a second. I glanced up at him, still on all fours.

"No," he said, matter-of-factly, "I'm doing it."

My eyes went wide. I didn't know what to say and just stared back down at the floor.

Marshall continued, "I'm setting up a discord server. Make a new account and join it too. You won't have any admin powers but I want you to see whenever I post you. And I want you to see all the feedback your photos are getting."

I could feel his eyes on me but I didn't dare look up to meet them.

"It's invite-only but there will still be plenty of horny guys who are into sissies like you," Marshall said sissies with a cruel emphasis, "And I want you to respond to them and thank them whenever they post. They're going to help me find new ways to dominate you."

I can't believe it. This is too far. Way too far! But why is it kind of turning me on? I felt my cock perk up in my panties. Something about getting exposed put butterflies in my stomach, whether it was Antonio telling his girlfriend about me states way or Marshall now uploading my photos online.

"What do you say?" Marshall asked.

I remained silent for a while longer. I heard him shift in the chair above me. He was waiting for me to say it.

"Thank you, sir," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's an honor for you to share my photos."

"That's what I thought," Marshall said, his voice full of satisfaction.

I slowly got up and straightened out the skirt of my maid dress. I didn't make eye contact as I began picking up his empty soda cans and throwing them away. Then, I grabbed up his laundry to take to the washer.

Even though my tasks had gotten a bit more sexual recently, it didn't change the fact that I was still the designated maid for my roommates.

Marshall returned to his game and I left his room. My cheeks were still bright red as I sauntered away with his laundry.

I loaded Marshall's assorted gym shorts, t-shirts, and boxers into the apartment washer, along with a few items I had picked up from Antonio earlier, and started the cycle. Right as I was finishing up, Tomas entered the living room behind me.

"Hey Sophie," he said, "I've got a gift for you."

Tomas motioned for me to follow him. I did so, springing forward in my skimpy dress and stockings. I was like 80% sure the gift he was talking about was just his cock but I was curious anyway.

Tomas took me back to his room, the one right next to mine, and stepped aside for me to enter. I pushed open the door and saw several pieces of clothing laid out on his bed.

"I just started a load of dirty clothes, you know."

"No, look closer!"

He was smiling. That dumb, goofy, cute smile he always had.

I approached the bed. There were several outfits assembled there.

"I figured you were probably sick of having just the one outfit to clean in," he said, "So I ordered some more for you! That way you can rotate them out and you don't have to do laundry as often."

I pursed my lips. "Thank you so much!"

"Of course, Sophie. Go ahead and check them out."

I inspected the outfits Tomas had bought for me. The first was similar to the maid dress I already had, except it was pink instead of black. It was adorned with white lace and had light-pink stockings that came with it. The second costume was just a dress, but it was fancier than any of the others. It had a collared neck and long sleeves. Its skirt was filled out with a white lace petticoat. The third outfit was barely more than lingerie. It included two tall, sheer, stay-up black stockings, sheer black arm-length gloves to match, a simple black bandeau bra with white lace trim, a black cotton g-string, and a sheer black miniskirt that would leave nothing to the imagination.

I curtsied and said, "Thank you, Daddy. I love them."

Tomas nodded and said, "How about you do the rest of the day's cleaning in that?"

Of course, he pointed to the lingerie outfit.

"Yes, Daddy."

I started changing out of my original maid outfit, undoing my bra, dropping my panties, and sliding down my stockings. Then I put on the g-string. It was so small that my soft cock threatened to leap out of it. I followed that up with the sheer skirt that served more to highlight the g-string than hide it, then the bandeau bra, and finally the gloves and tall stay-up stockings. Tomas watched the entire time.

He smiled approvingly.

"Oh, and one more thing," Tomas said.

My ears perked up at that. I tried adjusting my miniskirt to no avail. It was bodycon and incredibly sheer. No matter how I moved it, my g-string-covered cock was still in full view.

Tomas held out a piece of black plastic: a small cone with a flared base.

"I want you to wear this too."

It took a moment for my brain to realize what it was.

"A buttplug??"

Tomas rotated it in his hand nonchalantly, like it was just any object he was holding.

"Have you ever done anything anal?"

His voice was so neutral. It was like he was talking about the weather.

I gulped and gripped the hem of my skirt.

"Once or twice," I quietly said, "But only my fingers."

Tomas grinned at me deviously.

"That's OK," he said, still holding the buttplug towards me, "This one's pretty small to start with."

Start with.

Tomas continued, "I want you to wear it while you clean. It'll accentuate your walk. And always remind you of your place."

Tomas was grinning even wider now. I tentatively reached out and grabbed the plug from him. I examined its glossy black texture and shivered a little at the thought of it inside of me.

"All right, go and get cleaning," Tomas said.

I looked back up at him. "Yes sir," I nodded.

Tomas gave a firm spank on my butt as I left the room.

The new outfits were objectifying and hardly sufficient payment for all the free chores I'd been doing, not even mentioning the buttplug, but I appreciated them nonetheless. Tomas was strict and definitely getting more from the arrangement than me, but he was caring and consistent. I smiled to myself. I was glad he was my Daddy.

I went to the bathroom still holding the plug. I placed it on the sink counter.

All right, I can do this.

I lifted up my sheer skirt and pulled down my g-string. Then, I spat on my fingers and started playing with my asshole. The spit on my fingers felt good and was cool to the touch.

I was not completely new to anal. I told Tomas I had experimented 'once or twice' but it'd probably been a bit more than that. Still, I had never used toys. It had only ever been my fingers.

I worked my pointer and then my middle into my asshole and gasped a little. My asshole gripped tightly as I massaged my fingers up and down. I stayed there for a few moments, gently playing with my ass.

Not knowing if this counted as masturbation and was therefore against the rules, I abruptly took out my fingers.

I only placed them back in momentarily to make way for the buttplug. I stretched my asshole and carefully guided the tip of the buttplug in. The plug slid into place and I immediately felt the sensation of being filled up.

Reacting to the new feeling in my lower body, I slowly swayed my hips back and forth.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked good.

Softly, I rubbed down my body, feeling the light fabric on my skin. I smoothed down my skirt and pulled my g-string back up. My gloves and stockings silhouetted my limbs in black and were super sexy. The bandeau bra was a size S and hugged my chest tight. The sheer miniskirt went from slightly below my hips to the tops of my thighs when fully stretched. It accented my figure but its transparency meant I was basically wearing nothing.

I spun around and placed my hands on my ass. I wiggled it a little and felt the buttplug move inside of me. Anyone who looked at my ass could see I was wearing it too.

Leaving the bathroom, I felt exposed - even more than normal. A maid dress was one thing but now I was moving through the hallway in just lingerie and a buttplug. I tried to diminish myself as much as possible as I hurried back to my room.

***

The first thing I did in this new outfit was attend my History of Economic Thought lecture on Zoom (obviously with my camera off). Then, I went to finish up Marshall's laundry.

As I folded his clothes and walked them back to this room, I couldn't escape the feeling of the plug inside of me. It felt odd, good sometimes, but the feeling was always there.

Of course, as soon as I returned to his room with his dried and folded clothes, he started taking photos of me.

I consciously stayed facing him so he couldn't see my plug.

"Pull up your skirt," he commanded.

I put the clean clothes down on his bed. Then, rolling my eyes, I lifted my skirt.

Several clicks came from his phone camera.

"Now shake back and forth."

I held up the hem of my skirt and wiggled my hips back and forth. My dick swayed and the base of my shaft could be seen above my g-string.

More clicks.

I tried not to make eye contact. It was humiliating being so on display, and for Marshall no less! He wasn't as suave or experienced as Tomas or Antonio. It was unlikely he was getting much action before quarantine. He didn't clean at all. He spent almost all his time on video games. And here I was, his personal maid, sextoy, and IRL pornstar. I was at the whims of someone who had even less experience with girls than me.

"Turn around," he ordered.

I gulped but reluctantly did so.

"Bend over my bed."

I placed my hands on his comforter and stuck my ass out behind me.

Marshall got up from his gaming chair and approached. He asked, "What's this?"

I gripped the comforter tightly. Sheer fabric brushed against my skin as Marshall pulled up the hem of my skirt. Then I felt a hand grip the base of my plug. He moved it around and my whole body shivered in response. I let out an involuntary moan. Then, he took his hand off the plug.

I expected him to take more photos. Now he'd have evidence I was plugged as well as sucking his cock whenever he wanted. How insufferable, I thought.

But instead of more clicks from his camera, there was a loud SMACK. I winced in pain. Marshall groped my right ass cheek where he had just spanked me.

I gritted my teeth and stayed in position, unwilling to disobey orders even now.

He chuckled. "Ha. That's going to be the first photo I upload. You can totally see my handprint!"

I glanced back at Marshall. He was busy examining the photo he just took of me. I could barely hold back my humiliation.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to say something after punishment?" Marshall asked.

I hated how he had memorized my rules.

I sighed. "Thank you for spanking me, Master."

"Mhmm," he mused, "And how do you feel about this photo?" Marshall turned his phone around to show me. It was a picture of my bubble butt, g-string barely covering my buttplug, with a big red handprint on my right asscheek.

I gripped the comforter harder. "I love it, sir. Please upload it and share it with all your friends."

Marshall groped my ass again. It stung a little. "OK," he said, "So long as you want me to."

He then got up and returned to his gaming chair.

"Oh, and clean my mirror. It's a little smudgy."

I silently stood up from the bed and smoothed down my skirt. I then went to the living room and grabbed the Windex. When I returned with a spray bottle and paper towels, Marshall had discord open on one of his two monitors.

He glanced slyly over at me.

"God, you're pathetic," Marshall said, "You know you could back out of this at any time, right?"

I just nodded and started spraying his mirror.

"Or maybe not, after the videos I took of you. But still. You brought all of this on yourself. Any normal guy wouldn't let himself get spanked and then ordered around like nothing happened."

I didn't look at Marshall but was conscious of my skirt riding up as I cleaned the mirror. His handprint was no doubt still visible next to my plug.

"But then again, you're not a normal guy," Marshall said, "I mean, everyone was surprised when you went through with the bet. If I had the smallest dick, no way in hell would I have become a maid. Fuck that. But you wanted it, didn't you? You just didn't know it yet."

"Yes sir, I wanted it," I said, looking back at him demurely.

Marshall smiled. He finished typing something on his keyboard. "Just made the server, but I still need an icon. Go ahead and hold your tongue out and put a peace sign up on either side of your face."

I didn't hesitate. Still kneeling after wiping the mirror, I stuck my tongue out and put up two peace signs. Marshall took out his phone and snapped a couple of photos.

"Great. Now go back to your room and wait for updates."

Embarrassed, but maybe not as much as I should have been, I left Marshall's room. Later, I was completing some miscellaneous chores when I got a buzz on my phone.

It was an invite link to Marshall's discord server. Right after, he sent a text that read, 'Call your new account Sissy Sophie.'

Nervously, I opened the link and was prompted to create an account. I typed in my info, made my screen name 'Sissy Sophie' as ordered, and joined the server.

Immediately, a chill ran through my body.

There were maybe fifteen people already in the server. There was a separate channel for my photos and one for discussing them. The server icon was the picture of me with my tongue out and my hands in peace signs. A black bar had been edited over my eyes with white font that said 'Sissy.'

In the photo channel, Marshall had already posted the picture of my ass with his handprint on it. In the discussion channel, people were writing all kinds of lewd things about what they'd do to me.

What a nightmare! But I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.