Diabolical

Johnny's Punishment

Part 16: Big Sister

"That was very resourceful of you, sweetie." Mom said.

"Yes." Dad agreed. "I think you should be getting out and having a good time more often. You've been cooped up at home for too long."

I was amazed. They didn't mind that I had sucked a boy's cock, and now they wanted me to go out and do it more often. They never approved of my partying before.

"But you always said I got into too much trouble in Hollywood. Why do you want me to go out and party now?"

"Things have changed, Tiffany." Mom said. "You can party all you want, and we don't have to worry about you getting pregnant."

"And going out with boys dressed up like that, you won't get anyone else pregnant, either." Dad added. "So you see, having you for a daughter is a no-lose proposition for us. You can date all you want."

This was terrible. I was condemned to living as a girl just so my parents could have peace of mind about me not getting into trouble.

"And we have some more good news, sweetie. Suzy is coming home from college for Thanksgiving weekend. I'm sure you girls will have a lot to talk about."

"I can hardly wait, Mommy." I said, trying not to sound sarcastic.

In the best of times (which these were not) my big sister and I had not gotten along. She thought I was a little brat. OK, maybe I was, but that's what little brothers are. I had made things worse by becoming rich and famous, which she wasn't, and throwing that in her face at every opportunity.

Both of us had been relieved when she went off to college. Now she was going to find that she had a little sister.

I had gotten used to the little trinkets and even the intimate apparel Cindy kept bringing me. But the gift I received from her on Monday was disturbing. A butt plug.

"You never know when you might want to wear one to complete your wardrobe." she told me.

And for the rest of November, she gave me ball gags, handcuffs, all sorts of leather things and other bondage gear. I didn't know what she had in mind, but my mother smiled her approval of each gift as Cindy instructed her in its use.

Mom took lots of pictures of me wearing my new outfits. I had to pose for photos wearing my lingerie, and sometimes wearing nothing but my pink ribbon. The only time I took it off was in the shower. Mom thought it would look cute in the family album. I didn't think much of it. It wasn't anything I hadn't done before.

Suzy came home the day before Thanksgiving. Mom and I were waiting for her in the foyer when she walked in. I wore a white communion dress, and by now my hair was in loose curls. Suzy hugged and kissed Mom, and exchanged greetings with her. Then she turned to me.

"Are you a friend of Johnny's?" she asked.

"This is Tiffany, your new sister." Mom said.

Suzy looked confused, so Mom continued.

"This WAS Johhny, only now her name is Tiffany, right?"

I was now allowed to speak. I smiled at my big sister.

"It's nice to meet you, Susan. I have missed you."

Suzy stared at me. "Oh, my God. Mom, it is him. Why is he dressed like that?"

"She." Mom corrected her. "Tiffany wants to dress and act like a girl. So now you have a sister instead of a brother. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Mom, you're putting me on. This is all a joke." She laughed nervously.

"Tiffany, greet your big sister properly."

As Mom had instructed me earlier, I was now to show respect for all girls, especially my sister, whom I had treated so badly in the past. So I would make up for it by crawling across the floor to her. I kissed her feet, and then knelt in front of her.

Suzy was speechless, and Mom tied a leash around my neck. I opened my mouth, and Mom placed the free end in my mouth.

"Suzy, lets go inside. We have a lot to talk about."

They walked into the living room, with Suzy constantly looking back to watch as I crawled along behind them. They sat on the sofa, and I knelt at my sister's feet again. Mom started showing Suzy all of the pictures she had taken of me in the past few weeks. Suzy laughed so hard I thought she might fall off the sofa. But I could do nothing but kneel in silence with the leash between my teeth.

Finally, Suzy picked me up and sat me on the sofa between them.

"Tiffy-Poo-" she said. "Oh, you don't mind if I call you Tiffy-Poo, do you?"

I shook my head. I hated it even more than Tiffany, but I needed her help.

"Tiffy-Poo, I think you and I are going to get along just fine, isn't that right?"

I nodded my head vigorously.

"Tiffany, why don't you show Suzy up to your new room?"

Mom took the leash from my mouth and handed it to Suzy. I crawled along the floor and up the stairs, listening to my sister giggling behind me. As soon as we got up to my room, Suzy shut the door.

"What a beautiful room, Tiffany, don't you love that bed?"

"Suzy, please help me." I whispered.

"My dear little sister, is something troubling you?"

"Suzy, I'm not your sister, I'm your brother. Mom and Dad are punishing me by making me dress like a girl. You've got to help me."

"And why would I want to help you? I think you're very pretty this way."

"Suzy, please forgive me for anything I ever did to you. I'll make it all up to you, I promise."

"Tiffany, we have a new relationship. First of all, I would like very much for you to call me Susan as a sign of respect. Second, I have no intention of helping you until you show me that you have changed. You were the worst little brother any girl could have. You were an obnoxious, spiteful little brat. The reason I went away to college was to get away from you. I didn't want to leave home, I just wanted to get away from my rotten brother. Now I come home to find that I have a sweet little sister. The little sister I always wanted. Do you really think I should help you?"

I was defeated. My last hope was crushed, and I was near tears.

"Go ahead and cry, Tiffy-Poo. Cry like the little girl you are."

She left the room, and I cried into my pillow. Now I had one more enemy.

Part 17: Little Flirt

"It's a shame we gave away all of your old clothes, Suzy." Dad said.

"If only we had known, we could have saved them for Tiffany."

Mom disagreed. "No, Suzy was a bit of a tomboy and she wore a lot of shorts and jeans. Tiffany is much too feminine to wear anything like that."

"That's right." Suzy said, pointing at me. "You could never have gotten me into an outfit like that, never in a million years."

"Mommy, if other girls wear jeans and shorts, why can't I?" I was trying to salvage whatever of my masculinity was left.

"Other girls, but not MY little girl." Mom answered, and that was that.

I slouched in my chair, feeling sorry for myself.

"Tiffany, how many times have I told you to sit up straight? I think we need to do something about your posture."

I immediately sat up straight, but the next thing I knew, Mom was buckling a thick leather collar around my neck. It was a gift from Cindy, and it forced my chin up in the air, and prevented me from turning my head at all.

"Now isn't that better, sweetie?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"It looks nice with the rest of your outfit, Tiffany." Suzy said, rubbing salt in my wounds.

"You know, I think you girls ought to spend some time together. Get to know each other." Dad said.

"Yes, there's a lot Tiffany needs to learn." Mom said. "I try my best, but you're much closer to her age, Suzy."

"I couldn't agree more." Suzy said. "From now on, I'm going to come home from school every weekend just to be with my baby sister."

Uh, oh. I didn't like the sound of that.

"In fact, tomorrow I'd like to take her to the mall."

My alarm was rising, and Mom could see that I was becoming agitated.

"Suzy dear, that's a wonderful idea, but Tiffany can't be seen in public with any of us, or someone might recognize her. It would be just awful for her if everyone found out she was living as a girl. It has to stay our secret, at least for now."

At least for now?? What was Mom planning to do with me?

"I see what you mean." Suzy said. "But I can take her to a mall way out in the valley. No one knows me out there."

There was general agreement at the table that we could go out of town.

"Good." Suzy said. "Tomorrow, I'm going to teach you how to flirt with boys, Tiffy-Poo!"

I almost died on the spot.

"Please, Susan. I can't flirt. I don't know how. And besides I have a boyfriend, right. Mommy, tell her I have a boyfriend."

"Sweetie, you haven't been out with Roger in two weeks. It sounds to me like he's taking you for granted. I think it's time you got out and played the field. I'll pick out a nice blouse and skirt for you tomorrow. I think a dress would look like you're trying too hard."

After that I couldn't even taste my turkey dinner. I was so sick and afraid of impending doom tomorrow that I didn't even pay attention to everything else they said about me during dinner. Before I went to bed that night, I saw my outfit for the next day. A pink sweater, a short pleated white skirt, and white plastic go-go boots. Mom had decided to dress me up like a cheerleader.

Suzy drove me out to the valley the following afternoon and we parked at a huge shopping mall.

"School is out for the long weekend, so I'll bet there will be lots of cute boys here today."

"Please don't do this to me, Susan."

"Get out of the car, Tiffy-Poo!" she sneered at me.

Together we walked toward the nearest entrance. I knew there was no way out.

"What do you want me to do?"

"It's simple. Find a cute boy your age or a little older. Smile at him, and ask him to take you to a movie. There's a theater right here."

"That's it? That's all there is to it?"

"Then tell him you'd like to suck his cock if he takes you to the movie."

"Susan, I can't do that here!"

"Sure you can. You sit in the back row of the theater, make sure no one else is watching, and give him a blowjob. It's not like you haven't done this before, is it?"

"But someone will see me!"

"Then you'd better be careful, sweetie. Now go!"

I headed over to the video arcade, thinking I might find boys my age there.

Sure enough I saw a boy wearing a T-shirt and jeans outside, and he looked normal so I walked up to him and smiled.

"Hi, my name is Tiffany."

"Hi, I'm Mark."

"Mark, would you like to take me to the movies?"

He looked a little uneasy. "Well, I don't know."

I summoned up all of my courage. "I'll suck your dick if you do."

His eyes got real big. "Right there, in the theater??"

I nodded, trying to look sensual.

"Can we get the same deal?" someone behind me asked.

I turned to see three more boys. Mark spoke up.

"These are my friends. We're all here together, and I'd hate to leave them. I don't mind sharing, though. That is, if it's OK with you, Tiffany."

I swallowed. What had I gotten myself into this time?

"It's OK with me. We can go to the movie at the end of the mall here."

So the five of us bought tickets and went inside. Mark was nice enough to pay for me all by himself. What a gentleman. I looked back once and saw Suzy following from a discreet distance. The theater was almost empty and we all sat in the back row. Once the movie started, I got down on my knees in front of Mark. His friends stood guard as lookouts on each side. I quickly got him off and tried to wipe my face while the boys changed positions. One by one, I sucked all of their cocks. I was too scared to even think about how disgusting all of this was. All I wanted to do was get this over with as quickly as possible. Finally, I finished with the last boy and told them I had to go get cleaned up.

"Thanks, Tiffany." Mark said. "You can go to the movies with me any time."

I hurried to the ladies room and splashed water on my face. Thank goodness I was the only one in there. As I wiped the sperm off my face the door opened. My heart almost stopped, but it was only Suzy. I started breathing again, and tried to get the gook out of my hair.

"Tiffy-Poo, you have a lot to learn about flirting. I told you to find one boy, not four boys."

"I didn't know he had friends."

"I wanted you to act like a flirt, not like a slut. There IS a difference."

"Well, I'm new at this. I haven't been a girl for very long."

"It sure didn't take you very long to suck their cocks, though, did it? You couldn't have been in there for ten minutes. You've become a very accomplished cocksucker in the past month, haven't you?"

"Leave me alone!" I shouted. "I did what you told me to do. And more. You wanted me to humiliate myself, and I did it."

She slapped me across the face.

"Don't ever shout at me, you little bitch. Now apologize to me or I will go out there and announce to everyone who you are. Maybe those boys would like to come back for seconds with a famous movie star."

I calmed down in a hurry.

"Please don't. You can't do that to me. I'm sorry."

"It would be an awful shame if your boyfriend found out about this, wouldn't it?"

"Susan, please don't tell Roger. Please don't tell anyone. I was just trying to do what you wanted."

"Then let's go home. We'll see what Mom and Dad think of their baby girl."

Suzy took me home and made me kneel at her feet while she told Mom of my misadventure in the theater.

"Four boys, Tiffany? I think you need to learn some discipline." Mom said.

"As in bondage and discipline."

Whatever that meant. For a movie star, I was awfully naive in those days.

"Do you think she's ready for that, Mom? You know how these teeny-boppers are. She's just boy-crazy."

"We'll have to see what Roger thinks about this. He's the jealous type, you know. I don't think he'd like to share Tiffany with one other boy, let alone four. Yes, it would be an awful shame if Roger finds out about this. Heaven only knows what he might do to our little girl."

Now not only was I an accomplished cocksucker, but I had a jealous boyfriend.

Part 18: Discovered!

"Hold out your wrists, sweetie."

I complied and she snapped the wrist cuffs on me.

"What are you doing, Mommy?"

She took a few lengths of cord, and tied each of my wrists to the posts at the head of the bed. Continuing to ignore me, she did the same with a pair of ankle cuffs, and now I was spread-eagled on my canopy bed. I lay there tied up in just my turquoise nightgown, afraid even to speak.

She sat at the bed next to me, and stroked my face tenderly.

"Darling, you're going to have to learn to be more disciplined. That's why we got this canopy bed for you in the first place. Now I want you to stay here nice and quiet all night. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Are those ropes nice and comfy?"

I nodded my head, hoping she didn't have anything else in mind. To my relief she kissed me on the cheek, whispered "Good night", and turned out the light.

Tired and humiliated, I fell asleep despite being tied up like this.

The next morning, Mom came in to untie me.

"Guess what, sweetie? Daddy and I are going to spend the rest of the long weekend in Santa Barbara, and Suzy's going to stay here and watch the house.

"Just me and Susan here for the next two days?" There was no telling what kind of trouble she could cause for me.

"No, there's more good news. Roger wants to see you again, so we told him you could have the beach house in Santa Monica today and tomorrow. I'll pack some clothes and things, and Suzy will give you a ride over there. Isn't that wonderful?"

I stopped stretching my arms and legs.

"Mommy, you want me to spend the whole weekend alone in the beach house with a boy?"

"Well, you do like him, don't you? And you've been out with him before, haven't you?"

"But not for two whole days! He'll find out I'm not really a girl."

"Darling, for your sake, I hope not. Now, come on, I have to do your hair. I'm sure you'll want to look your best for him."

My hair was finally starting to straighten out, and Mom tied most of it back in a pretty French braid. The rest of it framed my face in curls. She remarked that the pink ribbon in my hair matched the one around my cock. That's my Mom. She thinks of everything, doesn't she?

For some reason Mom insisted that I wear crotchless panties this weekend.

I wore a simple white sun dress, and Mom packed some more clothes and a lot more stuff Cindy had given me. She didn't even let me see most of it, but I didn't plan on using any of it anyway.

Roger showed up at noon. I curtsied, and he gave me a French kiss right in front of my mother.

"Oh, that's so cute." she said. "Roger, it's nice to see you again. Well, you children have a good time this weekend."

Mom and Dad left, and Suzy drove us over to the beach house. I had spent weekends here in the past, but never under these circumstances. Roger was kind enough to carry my bag of bondage stuff inside. Who says chivalry is dead?

As soon as Suzy drove off, Roger grabbed me and kissed me again.

"You look hot, Tiffany. Come on, we've got some lost time to make up for."

"What's the rush, Roger? We have all weekend."

He opened up my bag and started taking out the sex toys Cindy had given me. Examining one item after another, he flashed an evil grin at me.

"I love it. Your hair is in bondage, and soon the rest of you will be, too!"

"Roger, I don't know if that's such a good idea."

He waved a pair of handcuffs at me.

"Come on, your Mom told me you were into bondage. Turn around and put your hands behind your back." he ordered me.

I did as he said, and I heard the snap of the cuffs locking into place, and felt the cold steel around my wrists. Mom had really fixed me this time.

"Don't worry, I've got the key right here." he said, showing it to me. "But now I think it's time I saw what you've got under that dress."

I was about ready to panic.

"Roger, no! We can't do that. I can't do that with you!"

"What do you think you are, some kind of princess? I think you've teased me long enough, Tiffany."

I sank to my knees. "I'll give you a blowjob. Even better than last time."

I looked up at him expectantly with my mouth open, hoping for a miracle.

But he shoved a penis gag in my mouth, and tied it around my head.

"You can suck on that all you want. Later on you can suck on me. But first things first."

He backed me over to the sofa, pulled up my dress, and went for my panties.

"Hmm, crotchless underwear. How convenient. For all of your playing hard to get, looks like you wanted some action after all."

Then he took a good look at me.

"What the hell-"

He pulled my panties off and stared at my penis, adorned in its pink ribbon.

"You bastard!" he screamed, pulling me to my feet.

I didn't bother to try to say anything through my gag. If I were him, I'd want to beat the crap out of me now, too. Helpless, I looked down in shame as he let my dress fall. So I never saw the punch coming. He hit me on the side of the jaw. Decked me. I was still seeing stars when he threw me over the sofa and started lubricating my anus.

"At least you're good for something." he said, and I felt him start forcing himself inside me. As I regained my senses I tried to squirm, but it was too late. He raped me, going in and out, hurting me as much as he could.

I cried, and screamed into the gag, but he just went on until he got tired of fucking me. Finally he pulled out and left me crumpled on the sofa. I tried to block out the pain in my jaw and the pain in my ass. All I wanted was for him to leave me alone and not hurt me any more. But he yanked me to my feet by my braid and marched me outside onto the front patio. He threw me down onto a chaise lounge and ordered me to stay there.

I lay back on the lounge, my arms crushed beneath me, tears streaming down my face, and fear in my eyes as I looked up at him.

"Are you afraid I'll hit you again, faggot? Are you afraid someone will see you with that gag in your mouth? Would you like to suck my cock now? Do you want to lick your shit off it?"

I sobbed and looked away. He went back inside for a moment, but then came back. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, then shoved me back down.

"Now you don't have to look at me or anything else. And you can't see if any of your neighbors are watching you, little faggot boy. I'm going to take a shower now, so I'll be nice and clean when I fuck you again. But you better not move a muscle. When I come back here, you'd better be exactly where I left you? Understand, sissy boy?"

I sniveled and nodded my head. He didn't say anything else, but I heard him walk away. Here I was, blindfolded, gagged and helpless, crying and hoping none of my neighbors decided to stop by and say hello.

Part 19: Under The Boardwalk

"Do you have any plans for the afternoon, gorgeous?"

"What...what are you going to do?"

"Well. Now that I know what you are, I think we can have a lot of fun together this weekend."

I couldn't see him, so I didn't know if he was still mad at me. But he sounded like he had calmed down, so I had to ask the burning question.

"Roger, you're gay, aren't you?"

He laughed so loudly I was afraid he would attract the neighbors.

"Did you figure that out all by yourself, Sherlock? And here I thought you were just another dumb blonde. Lucky for you I'm bisexual. I like both boys and girls, but mostly boys. Especially cute little faggots like you!"

But if you're bisexual, how can you call me that?"

"Because, princess, in this relationship you are most definitely the girl.

And I will do whatever I want with you. And right now, I want you to get cleaned up and fix your hair. We're going for a long walk along the beach. And if you're a good girl, we may end up together under the boardwalk."

"You want to go out with me? Here?"

"That's the whole idea, faggot. I live in this town, and I want everyone to notice me with a pretty girl. See, no one knows I like boys. I can't have anyone know that. That's where you come in. You're going to be my girlfriend, and people are going to see us making out on the beach."

Roger took the blindfold off me, and I could see that he had showered and changed. His hair was still wet, parted on the left and brushed back. His suntanned face looked even more handsome against his white windbreaker.

To look at him, it was hard to believe what he had done to me. He untied me and told me to hurry up and get ready.

A few minutes later we headed out down the beach, and I could see it was deserted. The water was too cold to swim in this time of year, and since the bay had become polluted only the surfers would go in the water after it had rained. So I was lucky for once. After a few blocks, Roger took me up on the boardwalk, where kids were hanging out. We got more than a few stares from onlookers. Me in my sundress, mostly. Roger held my hand as we walked along. If you didn't know better, you'd think we were a cute couple.

As we went on, the boardwalk became more crowded, and when we crossed in front of a concession stand, Roger suddenly took me in his arms and gave me a French kiss. I almost fainted on the spot. Then all the blood rushed to my head and I could feel myself turn red. After all the sex I had been having lately, I was surprised anything could make me blush. But people whistled and laughed at us, which only made things worse.

"Why...why did you do that?", I whispered.

"I know a couple of the guys over there." he said. "And they're going to be jealous of me being out with a babe like you. Now wiggle when you walk. You're supposed to be a girl, remember?"

I could see he was right. There were a lot of boys gawking at me. I tried to ignore them and kept on walking the best girlish walk I could manage. We went past the rest rooms and down toward the end of the boardwalk. The crowd thinned out, and once again the beach was deserted by the time we reached the end of the boardwalk.

"Come on." Roger said. "Let's go down under the boardwalk."

I followed him down under the boardwalk, dreading what might happen next. I glanced around, but there was no one but the two of us here.

"Back at the house, you offered to suck my cock. I accept your offer." He pulled off his pants, and sat on a towel in front of me.

I quickly knelt in front of him, and starting licking his balls. I took his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue up and down his shaft. He grabbed my braid and rocked my head back and forth, in and out, and soon it was over.

His cum spurted into my mouth, and some of it leaked out down my chin. As I had been taught, I licked his cock clean, and kissed it.

"Wow! You've been practicing, haven't you?"

I didn't dare mention my experience at the movie theater. I just wiped my face on the towel.

"Let's get back to the house, faggot." he said. "This weekend is going to be even better than I thought."

We walked the length of the boardwalk again, with him parading me in front of his friends and neighbors. At least he wasn't going to kiss me this time, not after I had sucked his cock. He didn't want that taste in his mouth. That was only for cocksuckers like me. Even so, I felt like I was on display as I pranced along, his trophy. If only they knew what I was, and who I was. But no one said anything to us, and I breathed a sigh of relief as we neared the other end of the boardwalk. We were almost home.

"Let's go down to the beach." he said to me.

I knew better than to argue with him, so I went down to the base of the boardwalk. I started to ask why when he grabbed me, dragged me under the boardwalk and threw me face-down in the sand.

Startled, I turned to look up at him. "I'll do whatever you want, you know that. Please, you don't have to hurt me."

"I don't want to hurt you. I just want to have some fun wrestling with you." He twisted my arm behind my back and shoved my face into the sand.

"You're such a cute little faggot that it isn't as much fun without a struggle."

I got a mouthful of sand, and when I tried to spit it out, he pulled me up to my feet by my braid and threw me down on my back. I kept trying to wipe my mouth and he sat on my stomach. I looked up at him, no longer in fear, but now more confused than ever. What did he want?

"Roger, I-"

He cut me off abruptly, sticking his hand over my mouth and roughly shoving my head to the side.

"I don't want you to talk any more, Tiffany. I want you to be my slave girl for the rest of the weekend, OK?"

I nodded my head. I thought I already was his slave.

"When I first met you I thought you were the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. Then I started thinking about it. Why is a girl your age living in Archer Manor? Then you turn out to be a boy. How do you explain this, Tiffany? Or should I call you Johnny? No, you're much too cute to be a boy. Tiffany is a good name for a slut like you."

I wanted to cry. He had me, and he could tell everyone about me.

Then he got up, turned me over on my stomach, and pulled up my dress.

I made no objection when he spread my legs and lubricated my asshole. Like a good little slut, I raised my ass to accomodate him. He was hard already, and quickly plunged into me. I winced as he stretched me, working his way in and out, and finally he had his release.

He got up and stood over me as I lay in the sand in the fetal position, my warm tears dripping into the cool sand.

"Get up, Tiffany, we have to go home now."

I lay shivering in the sand. My ass was sore, my hair was in my eyes, and I didn't want to move. He kicked sand in my face, then grabbed my hair again. I ached from being thrown around by my hair, so I struggled to my feet. I tried to smooth out my dress, but there was sand everywhere.

"From now on, you will do anything to please me. You will jump when I tell you to do something. You got that?"

"Yes, Roger." I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Then let's go back to the house. We need to try out that bondage stuff you brought with you."

Part 20: Pizza To Go

"You brought lots of neat stuff with you, Tiffany. Your mom thinks of everything doesn't she?"

"Yes, Roger. You could say that."

"Would you like to wash your mouth out, faggot?"

"Yes, Roger." This time with more enthusiasm.

He placed a cereal bowl against the wall on the far side of the room.

"Then push that bowl over here with your nose. I'll go get some water."

I looked up at him in amazement. I had to push a bowl with my nose?? But I remembered I belonged to him today, so I tried to crawl over to it. And I couldn't even crawl until I hitched up my dress with my bound hands. Then I crawled across the room, pushed it away from the wall with my nose, and rested for a moment.

Roger had returned with a pitcher of water and a Polaroid camera.

Slowly but surely, I shoved the bowl forward across the floor with camera flashes going off all the while. I finally shoved it in front of him, and even though I was out of breath, I used the last of my strength to kiss both of his feet.

"You're learning, faggot." he said, and filled the bowl with water. "Now drink up."

"But Roger, my hands are tied."

"You'll have to find a way. If you don't want the water I'll take it away."

This was just one more humiliation, but it wasn't half as bad as some of the other things he had done to me, so I plopped my face in the water, and slurped it up as best I could. After a while, it quenched my thirst, and the water felt good against my face. When I was done, he placed leather cuffs around my ankles and hogtied me.

"I have to go out to visit some friends now, Tiffany. I've got to go brag about that hot little fox they saw me with on the beach. You don't mind, do you?"

"Roger, are you going to leave me like this?"

"No, cutie, I'm going to gag you first, so you don't get any silly ideas about screaming for help. Not that you'd really want to, all dressed up like the sissy you are."

"But how long do I have to stay like this?"

"Until I get back, stupid. I have to tell my friends about you. That's something boys do, talk about their girlfriends. I wouldn't expect you to know anything about that."

I gasped as he stuck a penis gag in my mouth and tied it in place.

"I know this is rude of me to bring you up here and then leave you alone like this, but I'll be back in a few hours. My friends and I are going to have lunch first. Maybe I'll invite some of them up here to meet you!" He kissed me on the cheek and slammed the door as he left.

And so I lay there on the floor hogtied and gagged. My ass was sore and I had sand in every crevice of my body. I ached and I was exhausted, and now it would be hours before he came back from lunch. He and his friends would be laughing as he bragged about me, and then he might bring some of them back with him. Were his friends straight or gay? What would they do to me? Would he tell them who I was? I was scared and now I was hungry, too. After having people wait on me and seeing to my every whim on movie sets, I was now tired, hungry and helpless to do anything about my predicament. So there I was, the big shot movie star, silently praying that this little nobody Roger would like me enough not to hurt me any more than he already had.

The hours passed, and eventually the door opened. I turned my head and saw Roger come in. I didn't see anyone else, and I didn't hear any voices. He took my gag off, and wiped the drool from my face.

"Did you miss me, faggot?"

"Yes, Roger." I gasped.

He undid the hogtie, and my arms and legs slowly straightened out. I was sore and stiff all over.

"My friends wanted to know all about you. In fact, they all wanted to get into your panties. Wouldn't they be surprised at what they found?"

"You didn't bring any of them with you?" I asked, fearing the worst.

"No, of course not. You blondes really are dumb. I don't want to share you with my friends."

He took the cuffs off my wrists and ankles, and I sat on the floor, trying to rub the stiffness away.

"I don't know about you, sweetie, but I'm hungry. It's past 6 o'clock. Do you feel like having dinner?"

I was starving. I ached so much that I had fogotten how hungry I was.

"I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, Roger. I'm really hungry."

"Of course. I'll send out for a pizza. Since you're in such a hurry, maybe I can get a rush delivery from a pizza place I know. Meanwhile, get cleaned up for dinner. No offense, sweetie, but you really look like a mess."

I stepped into the shower, and the warm water felt good against my naked body. I had wrapped a towel around my hair, and I relaxed as the water splashed across my face and ran down my chest. After I had dried myself off, I fluffed up my curls and got into a pink sleeveless romper. I hoped Roger would approve. I walked out into the living room and modeled my new clothes for him.

"Nice outfit, faggot. Now get down on your hands and knees over here."

I sighed and did as he told me. But he didn't even get off the sofa. He just rested his legs across my back and turned on the television with the remote control. He was using me for a footrest!

"I sent out for a pizza, and I told them to send over their horniest delivery boy, because we had a girl here who would suck his cock if he could deliver the pizza in twenty minutes."

I couldn't believe it. "You promised me to a pizza delivery boy?"

"I thought you were hungry. I was just trying to get better service."

"Thank you, Roger." I said, hoping he wouldn't notice the sarcasm.

"Well, it's been 18 minutes, so I think you're in the clear."

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Yes!" Roger shouted, pumping his fist in the air. I groaned.

"Get up. We've got company." He said, running to the door.

He opened the door, and there was a teen-aged boy holding a pizza.

"Here's your pizza, that'll be $12.95, and it was 19 minutes. I think I broke every traffic law in the state getting over here."

"Well, it will be worth it." Roger said, paying him and pointing at me. "This is Tiffany."

I curtsied and smiled as best I could.

The kid looked suspicious. "But she's just a little girl."

"But she gives great blow jobs." Roger countered. "Trust me."

I took the delivery boy by the hand and led him into the bedroom. As I had him sit on the bed I could see his cock was bulging through his pants. He must have gotten a hard on driving over here. He nearly ripped his underwear trying to get it off, and I started sucking on him. He was bigger than Roger but not as large as Brian. It took a couple of minutes, but I had another satisfied customer, catching every drop of his cum.

The kid got dressed and called to Roger, "I see what you mean."

"Thanks for getting over here so quick. Tiffany is really hungry."

"I can see that." he told Roger as he left, "If you ever want another pizza, just ask for Rich. I'll be happy to bring it over for free. I work on weekends."

That was nice of him. Now I knew the name of the guy whose cock I had just sucked.

"Tiffany, I want to watch television, and I need my footstool."

"Yes, Roger." I was starving, and now I had to serve as a piece of furniture while he ate dinner. The aroma of the pizza was driving me crazy. Fortunately, he was hungry too, so it only took him five minutes to eat half of the pizza.

"Ok, faggot, you can wash your mouth out, and then come back here with your wrist cuffs."

A couple of minutes later, I was cleaned up and my hands were cuffed behind me. Roger sat me on the couch next to him and French kissed me.

"How does the pizza taste?" he asked.

"It's delicious." I said, licking my lips. "May I please have some?"

He had saved me half of the pizza, and he fed it to me, bite by bite. I had to kiss him passionately to earn my share of the pizza, but eventually he let me finish the pizza. Then, after serving as his footrest for an hour, he put me to bed. Actually, I didn't make it to the bed. He bound my ankles with the cuffs up to a table leg, and left me to spend the night face down on the floor. It's not like he didn't care about me. He kissed me goodnight, and reminded me not to make a sound of he'd beat the Hell out of me. It was just as well, though. I was afraid he'd make me sleep with him, and I was already sore enough. But what would he do with me tomorrow?

Part 21: Be Careful What You Wish For

He treated me like I was a boy most of the time, which was OK with me except for the roughhousing. He loved to throw me around, and twist my arms behind my back. He was stronger than I was, and I didn't dare defend myself. Finally he wrestled me over to the monkey cage and pressed my face between the bars.

"Come on, monkeys." he yelled. "Tiffany wants to kiss you."

"Roger." I whispered. "I'm supposed to be a girl, remember? We shouldn't be fighting with each other."

The monkeys ignored us, and Roger gave up.

"Yeah, you're right, I almost forgot. Well, if the monkeys don't want to kiss you I'll have to do it myself."

Then he French kissed me in front of the monkey cage. There weren't many people in the zoo, and everyone ignored us. To them we looked normal.

Next we visited the malt shop for lunch. Except that Roger told me that my stomach was upset, so I would only drink water while he had lunch.

So I listened to my stomach growl while he had a double cheeseburger, fries and a chocolate shake.

"I have to eat because I'm a growing boy." he told me. "You girls are supposed to watch your weight. You are supposed to be a girl, aren't you?"

I was about to say something when I saw him wave to someone. I turned to see a couple of girls stop by our booth, and Roger invited them to join us.

Just what I needed. To meet girls while dressed like this.

"Tiffany, this is Karen and Alicia. They go to school with me."

We exchanged introductions and Roger excused himself to go to the restroom.

"Tiffany, I love your French braid. Did you do it yourself?"

"Uh no, my Mom did it."

"It's really nice. Is your hair naturally curly?"

"No, I had a bad perm a few weeks ago, and I haven't been able to do much with my hair since then."

That got both of them started talking about their bad experiences with their hair, and I had to listen to them complain about every bad haircut they'd had in their lives. Then they went on about their boyfriends, and who was dating whom at their school. I was so sick of listening to female gossip that I was about ready to shoot myself when Roger came back and rescued me.

"I just thought the three of you would like to share some girl talk while I was gone." he told me after the girls had left.

"Those two are bimbos. All they care about is their hair, their fingernails, and their boyfriends."

"And what do you care about, besides me, your hair, and your nails?"

I didn't know how to answer, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

"I thought so, bimbo. That's all you care about, too."

"Why you -" I started, my anger rising.

"What are you going to do, sweetie? What do you do when you get mad? Are you going to stamp your little foot?"

I didn't dare say anything else, so I changed the subject.

"Roger, could I please have something to eat?"

"Let's go home, then. I have a feeling there's going to be a pizza with your name on it when we get back to the beach house."

"Do I have to do that again?"

"You can't just sit around looking pretty, babe. You're going to have to work for your dinner."

Roger made me wait until he ordered the pizza. First he tied me up with clothesline, with my hands in front of me. My wrists were bound, and he tied several coils of rope above and below my phony breasts to pin my arms to my sides. Then he used more line to tie my ankles, knees and thighs together. He buckled a penis gag in my mouth, and blindfolded me. Finally, he made me lie face up on the ground, and tied my ankles to a section of a fence that was three feet off the ground.

"Unless you want to spend the rest of the afternoon and all night out there, you're going to have to get out of that yourself, faggot. It would be an awful shame if you're still out there when I order the pizza tonight." He laughed, and I then I heard him go back inside and slam the door.

It was chilly in the shade, and the ground was cold against my back in my romper. I lay there on the ground, hoping he was teasing me, and he'd come back and untie me. If he left me here, a neighbor might come by and see me like this. I couldn't see, and with my legs up in the air, I couldn't even get up.

After a few minutes, I figured he was serious, and I managed to reach my hands up around my head and slip the blindfold off. Now I could see what I was doing. I couldn't reach the knots that bound my wrists, so I had to get the gag out of my mouth. After a lot of straining and squirming, I was able to unbuckle my gag, and I spit it out.

"Roger, please let me go!" I called to him. I didn't want to yell, for fear of alerting a neighbor. But if he heard me at all, he ignored me.

So I had to gnaw on the knot that held my wrists. It took half an hour, but I loosened it, and was able to pull on the rope with my teeth and unwind it. But after unwinding several loops of ropes, I found another knot that held fast. I was so tired that I wanted to cry.

I rested for a few minutes, and then spent another half-hour tugging on the rope with my teeth. Finally, it came free. The circulation came back to my wrists and they hurt something awful. I almost wished he had used hand cuffs on me. Now I had to sit up and grab the rope that tied my ankles to the fence. Once I got free of the fence, I could sit on the ground and untie my thighs, knees and ankles. Finally I was free, sort of. I knocked on the door and begged him to let me in. He opened the door.

"Are you going to be a good little girl if I let you in?"

"Yes, Roger. I'll be a good little girl."

He let me in. "Put your gag and blindfold back on, and rest on the bed inside." he commanded me.

Exhuasted, I picked up the gag and blindfold, and went inside. I blindfolded and gagged myself and slumped on the bed.

"It only took you two and a half hours. Maybe next time I'll have to tie you up a lot tighter. Cindy wouldn't be very proud of me that you got out so quickly."

Soon the delivery boy showed up. This time, he wasn't hesistant at all. He dropped the pizza off with Roger, who waved him into the bedroom with me. He undid my gag and had me on my knees in seconds,sucking his boner.

"Gotta run." he said as soon as we were done. "See you next time."

As soon as I could collect myself, I got up and went out to see Roger. With one hand on a slice of pizza, he used his free hand to drag me down to the floor, then rested his feet on my face. Then he savored his pizza while I lay on my back looking up at him. This guy was not a fun date.

When he finally finished half of the pizza, he made me give him a blowjob. Then, and only then was I allowed to eat the rest of the pizza. He left it on the floor, and I had to gnaw at it. By then I was so hungry I would have eaten the box. It was cold by the time I finished it. It was evening when Suzy came by to pick us up.

"Did you kids have fun this weekend?" she asked in a cheerful manner.

"You bet we did!" Roger said.

Suzy and Roger looked at me expectantly.

"Yes, Susan." I said, somewhat more subdued than Roger.

"That's wonderful." she said, "I'm sure you'll have the chance to do this again some time."

I hoped not, and Suzy drove us back home, with Roger groping me the whole way in the back seat. She dropped Roger off first, and then we went home.

Whew! I was safe now. Mom had waited up for me, and I ran over to her.

"Mommy, Roger raped me! First under the boardwalk, and then in the house. And he let the delivery boy use me, too!"

"Sweetie, you look fine to me. And when you go away with a boy for a weekend what do you expect?"

"But Mommy, he knows who I am. He figured out that I'm really Johnny Archer."

"You WERE Johnny." she corrected me. "Now you're Tiffany, and if you're extra nice to him, maybe he won't tell anyone."

I could see this was no use. I wasn't getting anywhere.

"Mommy, could I go to bed now? My rear end hurts something awful because of what Roger did to me." I said, hoping maybe I would get some sympathy.

"Yes, dear. You need your rest, so I'll put you to bed and tie you up right now. But starting tomorrow, you're going to wear a butt plug so you'll get used to it. That way, having sex with Roger won't hurt so much."

"Yes, Mommy." I didn't dare say anything else. No matter what I did, Mom would twist it to my disadvantage.

The next morning, after I had dressed, Mom bent me over a chair and stuck a butt plug inside me. I think she really enjoyed it. The she tied a pink ribbon around the end of it to match the one around my cock. This way anyone could tell at a glance that I had the butt plug inside me.

Cindy arrived with another gift for me, as usual. It looked like a sleeve, but for both arms. She called it an arm binder, and had me demonstrate its use for my mother. Cindy had me put my hands into it behind my back, then laced it together really tight until my elbows nearly touched. It was very uncomfortable, and it made my padded chest stick out further as I had to lean forward. Mom smiled her approval, and told her to have me wear it for the entire lesson today.

Then Cindy had me tell her about my wild weekend before she would teach the lesson. I told here all the gory details, figuring she'd hear about it from Roger anyway.

"So now you're really a girl." she said, patting me on my butt.

It was hard enough to concentrate on math without being constantly reminded of that damn plug inside me.

"Cindy, how can you afford to keep buying all of these gifts for me. Don't you think I have enough bondage stuff already?"

"You little silly. Your mother's reimbursing me for everything. She told me to pick up whatever I think would be right for you. She really cares about you, doesn't she?"

Of course. I should have known. Mom was behind everything. And when the lesson was over, Mom had some more news for me.

"Darling, we need to do something about your hair. Your hair is getting in your eyes, and that perm is just about gone. I think you need to start seeing a hairdresser on a weekly basis."

"Yes, Mommy." At least I'd be rid of that awful perm.

"You need a new look. Little girls look cute with their hair parted in the middle, don't you think?"

"Yes, Mommy. I think I'd look much better that way."

"Good, because I've made an appointment for you in thirty minutes."

"Is Cindy going to take me there?"

"No, Cindy is too busy to be taking you everywhere, so we've decided to hire a part-time chauffeur to take you to the hairdresser. But he's a friend of Cindy. I'll introduce you." She led me outside and I stopped in my tracks when I saw him. It was Brian.

"Tiffany, this is Brian."

"Good morning, Tiffany! It's nice to meet you."

I was speechless.

"Tiffany, you had better answer him."

"It's nice to meet you too, Brian." I blurted out, and curtsied.

Mom went back inside, leaving me alone with the man who had first molested me.

"Small world, huh, kid?" he said, grinning broadly at me. "Cindy told me you'd rather kiss my dick than kiss her, so she recommended me for this job. I'm flattered, faggot, and I won't disappoint you."

Part 22: Maid To Order

"Why are we stopping?" I asked as he got into the seat beside me.

"Well, Tiffany, your parents aren't paying me very much to serve as your chauffeur. But we have the understanding that the job does include a certain fringe benefit."

Now what could that be? I made a face, but remained silent.

"In exchange for me giving you a ride, you will do what you do best." he said, unzipping his pants.

"Yes, Brian." I said, resigned to my fate. I had already been sold for a pizza, why not for a taxi?

A few minutes later, we were on the road again, with me wiping my face. And I had to go to the hairdresser every week.

"I wish you had told me about this, Brian. I would have brought some mouthwash along."

"Don't bother, faggot." he called out to me. "The hairdresser's got the same deal. He's agreed to do your hair for free. Well, sort of."

Oh, great. Now I was going to be sold for a haircut.

The hairdresser was a nice, sweet man named Mr. Edward who thought I was just adorable. And he kept telling me so before, during, and after I sucked his cock. But he let me clean myself up when he was done with me, and he did a wonderful job on my hair. He shaped my hair, parted it in the middle, brushed it back on the sides, and gave it a shag look. It was a million times better than the perm I had. All I had to do was sit there in the beauty parlor staring at myself under the hair dryer, and I ended up looking beautiful. None of the women ever suspected I was anything but a girl.

Brian took me straight home, with no stops (thank goodness). Even he complimented me on my new hairdo. Mom fussed over me, and made me twirl around so she could take a good look at me. Then Mrs. Duggan came in.

"Mrs. Archer, when you're done with the little fairy princess, I'll need to talk to you about ordering things for the Christmas party."

It was bad enough that I had been made up as a girl, molested and humiliated day after day, and now Brian was back to use me every week. To top it all off this stupid maid was making fun of me.

"The servants shouldn't be allowed to talk about me that way. Why can't we fire her? She's always hated me."

"Now, Tiffany, you apologize to Mrs. Duggan. She's been with us for years, and she works very hard."

It figured. My mother was on her side. But I didn't care.

"No! She's an ugly, nasty old woman, and I won't apologize. She's only a maid. She's nobody, and we can always get another maid."

"I don't have to listen to this little sissy brat." Mrs. Duggan said. "I have too much work to do anyway. If you want to replace me, go ahead. I quit!"

Mom ran after her. "Wait, I'm sure we can work something out. I can get you some help, and I'll make sure Tiffany treats you with the proper respect."

"I don't know." Mrs. Duggan said. "How can you do that?"

The two of them left the room for a few minutes, and when they returned, Mom was carrying the arm binder and a riding crop. I was still angry, but now I was scared. It looked like they had made up. Then Mom turned me around and laced me into the arm binder. Whn she was done, it was so tight that I practically had to bend over. Then she led me over to where Mrs. Duggan sat in a chair, and threw me over her lap. Mrs. Duggan lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties.

"You better not hit me." I said, trying to turn to glare at her.

She waved the riding crop in front of me and then shoved my face back down.

"You're going to learn some manners today, sissy." Then she pulled my panties down and hit me. I yelled at her as she hit me a dozen times. Now tears were running down my face as I cried out for my mother. Finally Mom came back into the room.

"Tiffany, what is all this commotion about?"

"Mommy, she's beating me. Make her stop." I sniveled.

"I know she's beating you. You deserve a beating for what you said to her. But we've agreed that she will stay on here if you help her with her work. Now you will be her servant, so that you may learn what it is like to serve others. And I want you to keep quiet while she finishes your beating. You can cry and moan and groan all you want, but I do not want to see you open your mouth. If you do, I will gag you, and then I will beat you myself. Is that clear?"

I nodded my head, and no sooner than I did, the maid resumed beating my naked and swollen ass. As much as it hurt, at least I felt safer with my mother supervising my beating. By herself, Mrs. Duggan might try to kill me.

She must have hit me forty times before Mom decided I had enough. She picked me up and threw me on my knees in front of Mrs.Duggan.

"Now Tiffany, don't you want to apologize to Mrs. Duggan?"

There were tears streaming down my face and my ass felt like it was on fire. I nodded my head but I couldn't even look up at that evil bitch. No sooner had I had mumbled my apology than Mom picked me up and dragged me upstairs. She threw me face down on my canopy bed.

"Darling, do you think you might have been better off if you had said you were sorry the first time I asked you to?"

"Yes, Mommy." I mumbled.

"Well, I hope you have learned to be nice to her, because she is now in charge of your discipline. From now on, she will beat you as much as she pleases. Now we have agreed that she won't draw any blood or do any permanent damage. But all that means is that she won't hit you in the same place twice in a row. And don't expect any help from me."

Mom quickly placed the familiar leather cuffs on my and tied me spread-eagled on the bed, face down.

"I'm tying you face down so that sore little butt of yours won't hurt so much. And I'm only doing that because you're my little baby girl. Next time you won't get off so easily."

"Thank you, Mommy."

She kissed me good night and closed the door behind her. It was early afternoon, and she had put me to bed without lunch or dinner. And she had left the butt plug in me for the whole night. But maybe that was just as well: It would hurt too much to take it out now. I laid awake for hours, thinking about my new status in this house. I belonged to the maid whenever she was here. That meant I was going to be her slave five days a week.

And she hated me even more than I hated her.

Part 23: Domestic Abuse

"Drink up, sweetie. I'm sure you must be thirsty after yesterday."

"But Mommy, why can't I have my regular breakfast? I'm so hungry."

"I'll put your oatmeal in the microwave right now. In the meanwhile, drink the water. You did it for Roger, didn't you?"

So I knelt next to the bowl and started lapping up the water. Soon Mom placed a bowl of steaming oatmeal next to it.

"Be careful, dear, the oatmeal is hot."

"Mommy, isn't this going too far? Are you still punishing me for yesterday?"

"No, sweetie. This is the way you are going to eat from now on." And she went outside. End of discussion.

So now it was up to me to decide whether to eat like a dog or starve. Since I didn't have any pride left, and everyone had already convinced me I was a piece of trash, I stuck my face in the oatmeal bowl. It was plain oatmeal. I didn't even rate a flavor. Even so, I ate so ravenously that I didn't notice when Mom let Cindy in.

I was startled when I heard her laugh. I looked up at her, the oatmeal smeared all over my face.

"Tiffany, your table manners leave something to be desired." she said, as she helped me up.

"It wasn't my idea." I replied.

"No kidding." she said, wiping my face and leading me into the living room.

"I've got a few presents for you today."

Mom was already inside, holding up a pink maid's dress, trimmed in lace.

Soon she had me modeling the dress, complete with matching cap, three-inch pumps, and kneepads. A 12-inch chain between my ankle cuffs hobbled me.

"You look darling." Mom said. "And that outfit is practical, too. You may want to wear those kneepads on your dates."

Mom and Cindy both laughed at me as I squirmed and teetered on my high heels.

For the first time I wished my lesson with Cindy would go on forever, because when it ended I belonged to Mrs. Duggan. But it was over soon enough, and she was waiting for me.

"Enjoy your new job." Cindy said, patting me on the head as she left.

"You need to scrub all the bathroom floors today, sissy." Mrs. Duggan said, lifting my chin with her riding crop so I had to look up at her.

"Now fill up a pail with water, and leave it in the bathroom down here. Then do the same for the other three bathrooms. And be quick about it!"

"Yes, Ma'am." I said, wishing we didn't have such a big house with so many bathrooms. I hurried and placed a pail of water in each bathroom. I was huffing and puffing by the time I had finished climbing up and down all the stairs. She was waiting for me with some nylon rope.

"Turn around, princess, and put your hands behind your back."

I meekly complied, and whe bound my wrists so tightly that the ropes bit into them. As I turned to protest, she shoved a wooden brush in my mouth. It had a strap on each end, and she tied it around the back of my head.

"Now scrub all of the floors until they're clean. Those ropes stay on you until you finish, so you'd better hurry."

Then she stuck her foot in my butt, and shoved me so I lost my balance and went sprawling across the room. She kept laughing as I tried to get back up on my high heels. I managed to get upright, and wobbled over to the dowstairs bathroom. I had never paid attention to how dirty these tiled floors could get. As I stuck my face in the pail to wet the brush I realized I was going to be well acquainted with these floors. It took me fifteen minutes to scrub the whole floor, and this was one of the smaller bathrooms. I would have finished sooner, but Mrs. Duggan snuck up on me and belted my ass with the riding crop. I was so startled that I fell forward, landing on my face.

"Faster, princess." she told me. "I want to use this bathroom."

And so I went on to do the basement bathroom and then staggered upstairs on my high heels with my hands tied behind me. The brush tasted awful, and was stretching my mouth. I worked on both upstairs bathrooms, and it took me nearly an hour to finish. By then the ropes were killing me, and I was a mess from sticking my face in pails of dirty water. My hair was all disheveled, and it was getting in my eyes. Even my knees hurt, despite the thoughtfully provided kneepads. As I finished the last bathroom, Mrs. Duggan showed up to inspect my work.

"Not bad." she said, but indicated the tiles around the toilet bowl which I couldn't reach with my face. "But you missed a few spots over there."

She grabbed a handful of hair and dunked me in the pail of dirty water. I struggled and twisted, but she held me under for a good twenty seconds before she pulled me out. I sputtered and choked on the brush handle, trying to breathe. Finally I was able to catch my breath and look up at her.

"That's to teach you to do a better job next time, sissy."

I nodded my head and tried to say I was sorry, but only some muffled sounds came out. She untied me and left me kneeling on the floor. I sat back against the wall and rubbed my wrists. They hurt as the circulation returned to my hands. I was all hot and sweaty, my new hairdo was ruined, dripping dirty water on my new dress, and I had to get the brush out of my mouth by myself. I wondered what trouble I was in now. Would I have to wear another outfit? Something even more demeaning? Would Brian have to take me back to the hairdresser? My first day as a maid had not gotten off to a good start.

Part 24: Hanging Around At Home

She seemed pleased and rewarded me with another chance to finish the laundry. But when I tried to add bleach to the colored clothes, she gave me another whipping. This time, with my butt already sore, I ended up screaming and crying. She threw me on the floor in disgust.

"You aren't very bright, are you princess?"

I didn't dare answer, but the ball gag she stuffed in my mouth made it a moot point anyway. Quickly my hands were cuffed behind me, as were my ankles. then she drew my legs up, and tied a rope from the ball gag strap to my ankle cuffs. She took out all the slack and left me with my legs bent back as far as they would go, and my head pulled back by the gag. Finally she blindfolded me, and I could only listen to the sound of the washing machine. I stayed there for hours, hearing her return and use the dryer. But she would not even speak to me. She didn't even want to insult me or hit me, for which I was grateful. Eventually, Mom came downstairs and untied me.

"Darling, you had better work harder at pleasing Mrs. Duggan."

"I tried, Mommy."

"But you're going to try harder, aren't you?"

I nodded my head and she pulled me up to my feet and dragged me upstairs. My legs were stiff and sore, and it was hard to walk on those heels anyway, and Mom had to hold me up as she pulled me along. When we got to the dining room, I saw that Mrs. Duggan had served dinner. She had set two places on the table, and placed a dish of food on the floor. Mom slapped the leather cuffs on my hands again and told me to help myself. Dad smirked as I knelt on the floor and tried to eat my mashed potatoes, getting them all over my nose. At least he knew I still existed. He had barely spoken to me in more than a month. The food was delicious, at least what I could eat, and I was allowed to eat with my parents, such as it was.

But when I had finished eating, Mom wiped my face, treating me like I was a baby, and set down some new ground rules.

"Darling, Mrs. Duggan is gone for the day, so you belong to me again. And from now on, you are not allowed to walk on your feet unless I specifically say so, or you need to go up or down the stairs. If you need to go somewhere, you will crawl like a baby. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Good. This rule will apply to you every night, and every weekend unless we tell you otherwise. During the day you will continue to do whatever Mrs. Duggan tells you to do. And when you have to handcuff yourself, your hands go behind your back unless you are told otherwise."

"Yes, Mommy."

Actually, this wasn't so bad. Crawling on these knee pads was a lot better than trying to walk on high heels. As long as no one else saw me crawling around dressed up like a girl, I was going to be better off. Mom had me change into a pretty white dress, but my hair was such a mess that she strapped a leather mask over my head. It had a couple of holes for my nose, but the leather smell almost overpowered me. I tried to breathe through my mouth, but Mom gave me a penis gag, so I got used to the leather smell in a hurry. I couldn't see or talk, and I could hardly hear, so she didn't bother to say anything to me. She just laced me into an arm binder and marched me downstairs, and shoved me to my knees. She buckled a collar aound my neck and started pulling on it. I could feel that I was on a leash, so I crawled as she pulled me along.

Finally, she let me stop, pushed my face down to the floor, and I felt a heavy pair of legs land on my back. And stay there. Bent over like a turtle, I heard the muffled sound of the television through my helmet. My Dad was watching TV, and once again, I was a footstool.

It was like that all week. Every morning, Mom would inspect my appearance, paying careful attention to my hair and nails. When she was satisfied, she'd give me a pat on the butt, both to see how much it hurt, and to make sure I was wearing a butt plug. Mrs. Duggan would give me the dirtiest jobs she could find, all of the chores she didn't want to do. Then she would go outside and sit by the pool with my mother. She would always find fault with something I did, and she'd beat the crap out of me over and over until I cried like a baby. Then I'd be tied up and helpless for the rest of the afternoon. Meals were no better. I got to lick my water and oatmeal out of a bowl every morning. Lunch (if I got lunch) and dinner were eaten off the floor with my hands bound. Cindy would bring me some new bondage device she thought would be perfect for me, and she'd tease me about my appearance or my latest outfit. She brought me lots of new uniforms, both my usual pink, and also black French maid's outfits. And Mom was always around with a camera or a camcorder to record all of this for posterity.

At night, Mom used me as a decoration. I would be bound, gagged and sometimes blindfolded for hours, serving as a table or statue for her amusement. At least then I wouldn't have to crawl around on a leash any more.

Mom would tie me up in bed for the night, usually face down because my butt was always so sore. Dad was even worse. He just ignored me completely.

Even when Roger and Brian were molesting me, they paid attention to me. Not Dad. There I would be, dangling upside down by my ankles in the study. Bound and gagged, groaning, my eyes bulging out, I would slowly twist back and forth while he sat there in his easy chair reading The Wall Street Journal. I almost wished he would beat me or whip me just to let me know how he felt about me.

So now I was really miserable. Whenever I went out for any reason, it was always to suck someone's cock. And now I was a slave in my own house.

I didn't see how things could get any worse. Then on Friday night, my big sister came home from school for the weekend.

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