“What‘s wrong Marissa? Did you fall and hurt yourself princess?“ she asked in a concerned voice.
Still weeping, it took me a few seconds to respond: “No” was all I could get out.
“Well, what is it then young lady!? You have breakfast to fix!” she said with her hands on her hips.
“I… I… I can’t… sniff… sniff… take it anymore Mary… please help me, I don’t want to be a girl anymore. I’m not a girl” I blurted out, appealing to her humanity.
“Well I Never!” she steamed out angrily, bending down to me. My head was yanked backwards and then she slapped my face hard several times as she pulled me up by my hair.
“You ungrateful child!” she slapped me again, then sat on the bed, pulling me across her lap. “If you want to cry, I’ll give you something to cry about my little prissy girl” I tried to get up but she had me pinned by keeping my arm twisted high up on my back.
“And stop your damn fidgeting girl, you’re only making me madder!” she ordered as she began spanking my bare bottom.
“After all I’ve done for you, training you, giving you beautiful clothes, and this wonderful home to live in… This is how you repay me?!!!”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“I’m sorry Ma’am,” I screamed through my tears, wanting her to stop as she was really making my bottom sting and burn.
“You know Marissa, I think I’m just going to have to call my doctor friend in the city and schedule your castration for next week.”
“WHAT! NO!” I screamed inside my head.
“NO! WAIT! Please! You don’t have to that. Ma’am, I promise I’ll be good!” I pleaded.
“Too late, young lady, it’ll be for your own good. Those things are obviously inspiring you to be cranky, besides, you already had an appointment to have them off in February, so all I’m doing is moving up the time table a bit. You’ll thank me for it one day, you’ll see.” She finally had stopped hitting me, and was softly caressing my red bottom.
“Now get your pretty self dressed and go get breakfast started for us” she said gently as she released me.
I simply stood there weeping softly as she left my room, shutting the door behind her. Stunned, I lost all hope. It was all over for me. My life was truly fucked. I had to block it all out or I’d go crazy. I couldn’t though. My knees went weak as I thought about being castrated.
Turning back towards the dress I began to cry again. Not wanting to get walloped again, I threw myself face down against my bed to muffle my cries. I screamed into the pillow, knowing I had to get dressed now or face another spanking or worse. Reluctantly, I dragged myself up and put my panties on. Once I had the bra, stockings and garter belt on, I stepped into the petticoat. Pulling it up to my waist, I not only felt but really KNEW I was defeated.
Quickly, I took the dress off the hanger and stepped into it as well, not wanting to see myself in the petticoat. Zipping it up in the back, it fit snugly across my chest and breasts. I bent down to put my pumps on and had a great deal of trouble doing it as the skirt was so full and flounced out by the frothy petticoats.
Finally dressed, I sat at the vanity to put my makeup on. I felt like vomiting and nearly did as I looked at the little girl in the mirror. The satin dress, with its puffy princess sleeves, ruffled hem, bows and ribbons was more suitable as a 3-year-old’s Easter dress.
How was I ever going to deal with this?
Finished with my makeup and jewelry, I got up to leave the room. I almost forgot the pink bonnet and small white lace apron on the bed, but I quickly put those on and went downstairs. The house was quite still as I went about preparing breakfast for my captors. I hated myself for being so submissive. I was actually doing my best to make a good breakfast as the little domestic maid for the man that had ejaculated all over my face last night and for the woman who planned to have me castrated.
Dressed as I was, I was not exactly looking forward to seeing, let alone serving them, this morning.
Mary came down first, just as I was wrapping their bacon in paper towels to dry off.
“The bacon smells wonderful Marissa,” she said, acting as if nothing unusual was going on, “I hope you made mine nice and crisp like I like it.”
“Yes Ma’am,” I answered, wishing to yell at her instead.
Jim then came into the kitchen and took his seat at the table. I was expected to offer him coffee each morning without delay and knew I had to attend to this duty again.
Quickly stepping over to him in my little girl dress, I kept my head down in shame. “May I offer you some coffee, sir?” I asked daintily and ashamed.
He paused for what seemed like an eternity and probably just to rub in the humiliation of having to serve him like this after last night.
“Ahh, yah Marissa, I’ll take some,” came his reply and I filled his mug.
Somehow, though it was intensely distressing, I made it through breakfast without having a nervous breakdown and was soon at work dusting and cleaning. Every second of the day I felt the shame and embarrassment of my feminization unlike any other day since I’d been kidnapped.
Eventually though, by the following morning, things mellowed out inside my skull and I fell back into my routine.
Nothing ‘bad’ had happened for a week now, since that night Jim did his thing and Mary had me wear that little girl dress the next day. I basically settled into a routine of preparing meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house each day. Mary mostly picked out standard maid dresses for me. All were very feminine, and some even required wearing a petticoat, though thankfully none were quite as humiliating as the little girl dress.
On the weekends at least, I got to wear ‘regular’ dresses, or skirt and blouse combinations. I still had to serve as their maid on weekends though, and wore one of several feminine aprons over my outfit while working.
Somehow, I survived the week without going to the doctor like Mary threatened. I figured she must have just been trying to scare me into behaving properly. It worked, and thankfully, she didn’t have to carry out her threat.
It was now my fourth week as their maid, and I had just finished cleaning the kitchen up after a Tuesday night dinner. I was exhausted again, as I was every day, after a long day’s worth of chores. Their farmhands may have thought themselves as tough, but let me tell you, my job was no cakewalk and it lasted 14 hours a day, every day, on heels!
As I went to turn out the light, Mary came in the kitchen.
“Marissa sweetie, when you’re done in here, please come upstairs to my room, I need your help, okay doll?” She asked kindly.
“Yes Ma’am”, came my reply, eager as always to keep her pleased with me.
She left the kitchen to return upstairs while I stayed back a few moments to pretend like I was cleaning some more. After just a couple of minutes I hurried upstairs to give her the impression of enthusiasm. Stopping just outside their open door I knocked politely.
“Oh, come in dear” Mary called out to me as I saw her undressing.
I walked in and stood there waiting for her next request, as she stripped to her panties. I had never seen her naked like this before and was a little shocked at the sight.
She must have seen me staring at her gorgeous breasts, as she looked at me and said: “Oh, don’t worry your little head, sweetheart, you’ll soon have breasts like mine, probably even larger.”
She giggled, as she made a motion pretending to inject me in the bottom, reminding me of my estrogen shots.
Mary slipped into a silky nightie then got into her bed.
Leaning up against several pillows, she took out a book and began to read. I could hear the shower running and thus figured Jim was in there.
“Um, excuse me Ma’am, but, what was it I could help you with?“ I asked politely, not wanting to offend her, but nonetheless was feeling ignored.
The shower stopped as she answered me:
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry Marissa, how rude of me to keep you standing there after such a long day. Here,” she patted the bed at her feet, “come sit down for a second.”
I obeyed her, grateful to get off my aching feet for a few seconds.
I sat at her feet, and still she said nothing. I tried to figure out what to say next without angering her, but came up empty and decided to just wait for her request. I heard the bathroom light get switched off, then Jim walked out and right past me, stark naked. He walked around to his side of the queen sized bed and lay down, picking up a book as well.
This was a little too weird now, sitting here on their bed, waiting to figure out what the hell she wanted.
“Marissa, darling” Mary said as she sat up next to me, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, “I’ve got a very special job for you tonight, dear.”
She stood up and pulled me up by the wrist.
Instead of walking me out of their room as I expected, she started to walk me around the bed. “You’re going to do a very special thing for Jim tonight called a blow job. Do you know what that is honey?” she asked me ever so sweetly as we stopped at Jim’s feet.
“Of course I knew what that was you crazy bitch from hell!” I screamed at her in my head, as my heart starting pounding from my impending doom.
“Ahh, no Ma’am… Ahh, I mean, yes Ma’am, I have heard of it.” What the hell was I saying! I was so nervous and scared I started trembling
“Good, good girl, Marissa,” she cooed, “it really is quite easy. Go ahead and get on the bed for me, and crawl up on your knees between Jim‘s legs.”
What! Now! I wasn’t ready. Oh No! I closed my eyes and forced myself to lift my knee up onto the bed, wanting to avoid angering her, and especially him. He spread his legs for me, and I crawled up right inside his large hairy legs, resting my hands on his thighs, and I began to shake.
I could not believe I was doing this!
His penis was just inches from my face.
“That’s a girl,” came her encouragement, “now just move your head down further and take his penis into your mouth sweetheart,” she ordered gracefully as she pushed my head down.
Helpless to resist her pushing, his penis touched my lips.
My brain screamed, “NO!!”, but I obeyed Mary out of fear and opened my mouth.
His large penis was warm and soft as it slipped into my mouth and my heart sank as I began my first blow job. I didn’t know what to do! I couldn’t go through with this! I knew I couldn’t exactly lift my head up and ask them not to make me do this because she’d be sure to beat the hell out of me. Not that I even had that option as Mary held my head down anyway.
“Ok, Ok,” I thought. I tried to tell myself this wasn’t so bad, this wasn’t so bad, I could do this. After all, he smelt clean and fresh after coming out of the shower.
His cock slowly started to get bigger as Mary forced my head, and thus my mouth, up and down over it. My mouth was soon filled by his hard, thick cock and he placed his hands on top of my head as well. Satisfied her husband could take it from there Mary went back to her side of the bed and resumed reading her book as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
This was getting less comfortable by the second as he took control by pushing down on my head, forcing his stiff cock deeper into my mouth. I felt like my eyes were going to bulge out as he tried to stuff his cock down my throat. I tried to ask him to ease up, but his cock muffled my plea into a frail moan that only seemed to excite him more.
I was utterly powerless now as he fully controlled my head, forcing it to bob up and down over his manhood. Still tucked up kneeling between his legs, I could only lift my hands a little off his thighs. I instinctually spread my fingers apart in a sign of helplessness and distress, but he was unconcerned. My jaws ached as he thrust himself in and out of my lips, his hips moving up and down as he moaned. For some reason I finally noticed my earrings and breasts were bouncing wildly from my face–fucking, adding yet another feminizing experience to this nightmare.
Mary interrupted the silence: “Good girl Marissa. You’ve really got him going. Thank you so much for helping me out tonight. See, I don’t like giving Jim blow jobs, and you’re gonna find out why in a few seconds by the looks of things,” she giggled and continued, “that plus he’ll last longer for me when we have sex after you leave. And yes honey, just in case you were wondering, this is going to be one of your regular duties several nights a week from now on.”
“NO!!” I groaned out, though again muffled by his penis stuffed inside my mouth.
At this moment he began cumming without warning, as I felt his cock erupting inside my mouth, his semen splashing against the back of my throat. I gagged violently, but was able to avoid vomiting as he pulled his cockhead back to my lips and ejaculated more. His cum began oozing out between his cock and my lips, running all down my chin.
“Oh, I almost forgot girl,” Mary added as my mouth filled with his warm jism, “Don’t worry about breakfast tomorrow morning, your doctor said no food before your castration.”
She giggled then continued: “But be sure to swallow down his sperm like a good girl, I don’t want to see any mess on my bed.”
With that he pulled his cock out and I closed my lips and turned my head to the side. I couldn’t believe how much he came! I couldn’t believe what she just said! My mouth was so full, I took a big gulp and felt the huge glob slide as it went down into my stomach.
“I guess you can see why I don’t like blowing him now, can’t you girl?” Mary giggled. “He cums so much he makes me, well now, you, gag before you can even swallow it down!”
She pushed my head back down to his sticky coated cock and told me to clean him up. I obeyed and licked him clean for her, feeling a wave of femininity rush all over me. I actually felt like a real girl. It was a very strange sensation but I felt almost proud of being pretty and feminine enough to make him cum like that. This involuntary feeling just popped into my head, and I quickly fought it mentally. I figured it must have been the female hormones kicking in and messing with my brain.
When I regained my thoughts, however, the humiliation of what I just did, and what tomorrow would bring hit me even harder.
Lying there by his softening penis, his taste lingered in my mouth. My heart sank as I remembered who I was and what was happening to me.
As my eyes became teary, Mary quietly helped me up and walked me out of their bedroom. My knees felt so weak I didn’t think I’d make it back to my room but we did.
She helped me undress and get into my gown without saying a word.
I was in a half trance anyway, feeling utterly hopeless and defeated. Lying down onto my bed, I tucked myself into a fetal position and shut my eyes.
Mary stayed in the room though I didn’t pay her much attention. I felt her place soft leather cuffs around my ankles. Gently pulling my arms out, she then placed cuffs on my wrists as well. Easing me onto my back, I began to refocus on what she was doing and started to become alarmed.
She secured my feet within seconds to the foot-post, and I sat up in bed. “What… what are you doing? Why are you tying me like this?” I asked softly.
Her response was to walk back to me and place her left hand on my chest, pushing me back down on the bed. Taking my wrists in her hands, she brought them over my head and up to the center of the headboard. Bending over me, she secured my wrists to the bed. Her nightgown swept across my face as I watched her breasts hidden only partially by the sheer material, come closer and then touch my face as she finished with my wrists.
Finally, she spoke: “Wouldn’t want my little girl getting any second thoughts before her big day tomorrow, now would we?” she cooed at me, her breasts in my face.
Standing back up, she patted me on the head and smiled. I shut my eyes in disgust and when I reopened them she had a syringe in her hands, just inches from my shoulder. After a quick swab with an alcohol pad, I felt the sting.
“Sweet dreams princess,” she said, lowering my gown sleeve back down before she walked out of my room.
A few seconds later I awoke, confused and groggy. The light was on in room and Mary was standing over me, unfastening my bonds.
Looking at the clock, it was 4 am already. I figured to myself that the shot must have messed up my sleep and I didn’t even know six hours had passed. My thoughts began to clear as she helped me through my morning routine.
Before I knew it, I was walking with her to car, dressed in a long floral dress.
Stopping at the passenger side, she took me by the shoulders and turned me around so I faced away from her. Even though she hadn’t said anything all morning long about where we were going, I knew what she had planned, though I just couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with this – it was just too far-fetched.
Nonetheless, I was very nervous and it didn’t help when she took my wrists behind me and cuffed them together. After getting me into the car and fastening the seat belt for me, she placed a ball gag into my mouth and secured it with a strap going around my head. I was really getting scared now as she got into the driver’s side and we started off.
It was still dark out and we drove for quite some time. Mary was silent for the 90 minute trip, only the sound of the radio and the car’s engine broke the silence. Despite being very nervous, I shut my eyes and tried to forget what was going on. Soon enough I was able to fall asleep.
The next thing I knew, the car door opened and Mary helped me out. We were inside of some kind of underground garage, and there were only a few other cars parked nearby. Escorting me by the upper arm, Mary and I walked into an elevator and rode to the 2nd floor. Entering into a doctor’s office which read “Judith Loveli, MD, Obstetrics and Gynecology”, I thought it odd that nobody else was around, and that we didn’t have to wait in the lobby.
Walking right through the back door, Mary handed me off to a nurse on the inside part of the office. This nurse was a young and very pretty redhead wearing the typical white nurse’s dress. She introduced herself as Jill, and with a smirk, walked me into a small room where she helped me undress. Her sweet look was deceiving though as she handled me in a domineering fashion and was quite stern. She made it clear who was in charge.
Once I was completely undressed, Jill escorted me into an adjacent room, holding me tightly by the upper arm. As I entered it, with my hands covering my privates, I noticed the room was larger than the first and had another nurse in it. Jill and the second nurse helped me up and onto a table in the center of the room. Sitting down, it was very cold and in reaction, I tried to stand back up. That’s when they got really aggressive with me and pushed me down hard.
The table was so cold I wanted to get up but the second nurse, a more robust middle-aged blond woman, lay across my body and wouldn’t let me up as Jill quickly tightened 2 straps across my body so I couldn’t get up. My wrists and elbows were also secured to the table. This was not good.
My gag was still in, as nobody ever thought to take it out, so all I could do was yell in hopes one of the ladies would care about my distress. After all, they were nurses and tried to help people, right?
Not these two, though, as they simply went about their business.
While getting onto the table I had noticed two stirrups like the ones they have for women’s exam tables, jutting out from the end of the table.
Sure enough, they didn’t waste any time as each nurse quickly and forcefully took one of my legs and placed each heel in a stirrup.
A few seconds later my ankles were bound to the contraption as well. My legs were elevated and spread apart in a very vulnerable position. Coming up to the front of the table, Jill pulled my head back, making me arch my neck, and then secured my head to the table with a strap across my forehead. An IV pole was wheeled over to the table and I felt a sting as she started the IV in my arm. In a few seconds I felt spacey and began falling in and out of sleep.
I remember being washed and the nurses, now gowned and masked, placing towels over me. That’s all I remembered until I woke up again, this time in another room.
It was my room at home. I totally didn’t even remember the trip home. I hated those drugs! As I awoke, I still felt spacey and confused and just wasn’t able to clearly make sense of things. All I knew was that I was in one of my nighties and was lying under the sheets. I felt safe and drifted back to sleep.
“Well good morning princess, get enough sleep did we?“ I heard Mary’s voice ask. Opening my eyes, she stood over me with a smile.
“Yes Ma’am”, I answered but this odd, very light high pitched girl’s voice came out instead. That was weird; I cleared my throat and tried again.
“Hhuum, hhuum. Yes Ma’am,” OH NO! I shuddered as I realized that this was my voice.
Sensing my shock, Mary patted me on the head, “oh, don’t worry Marissa, I had the doctor do a little work on your vocal cords so your voice would match up nicely with your personality,” she said with a mischievous smile, “and now that your nasty little things down there are gone, your voice is never going to change! Isn’t that wonderful princess!” she cooed at me, stroking my bangs.
“Now get up and get dressed young lady, breakfast isn’t going to make itself!” my ‘employer’ said with her hands on her hips.
Once she left the room, I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I really didn’t want to confirm what I already knew but curiosity got the best of me. When I pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet, I reached down to touch myself. My scrotum had never been large but now it was clearly empty. I could see two small incisions but there weren’t even any stitches. My scrotum was now just loose skin. I’d never be able to be a father.
I’d never grow into a man.
I broke down and wept at my loss, and at my fate. I was destined now to stay small and feminine. The only remaining masculinity I had was my little penis which would never even get hard anymore.
Following a good cry, I gathered myself up, knowing I better not disappoint Mary. In 20 minutes I was in the kitchen, preparing their breakfast, wearing of course, one of my maid dresses and an apron. This was my fate now – to cook and clean and take care of Mary and Jim. This was all my life was worth now. I didn’t even think of escaping anymore – I no longer had a place in the outside world.
Mary and Jim came and enjoyed the breakfast I made for them, then went about their day. I too tended to my duties, and like usual, had plenty of time to think while I dusted and polished. The way I figured it, either I accepted my life or I’d go crazy. If I went crazy, either nothing would change or they’d just get rid of me. And I knew ‘getting rid of’ did not mean being fired. Basically I could die or be their maid, and though I hated thinking about it, Jim’s blow job girl as well.
Even though my life was not what I had planned, and was very humiliating, I chose to accept it. And with that admission to myself, I began to feel better about myself. It was like a strange peace came over me. I just let the humiliation of being feminized into a submissive maid go.
That evening, as I knelt between Jim’s thighs with his cock between my lips for the second time, I tried to focus my mind on accepting myself as Marissa. I knew I’d be doing this over and over, so I had to find a way to alleviate the humiliation. The answer was in accepting myself as Marissa. I was no longer Mark in a dress, or Mark forced to be Marissa.
I was Marissa and I had important duties in this house. I was pretty, and sweet, and both Mary and Jim appreciated me. This is what was going through my mind as Jim moaned and began ejaculating inside my mouth.
I shut my eyes, and swallowed dutifully for him, feeling proud that I was pretty enough for him to enjoy my blow job so much. I was glad Mary turned me into Marissa. I was so much more cherished as Marissa than I ever was as the little nerd and wimp I once was. Jim and Mary gave purpose and meaning to my life, and I was grateful.