Revenge Ch 03 7

"How stupid is it, maid. How idiotic did it think it should be?"

Maid stared at the floor, Superior Mistress holding a shelf with dust on it. It was sure it cleaned it, but it appeared like maid never touched it.

"What's going on?"

Mistress Debbie came in the room, still in her skimpy two-piece bathing suit, her skin still glowing from the generous sunblock Superior Mistress Terri applied earlier.

Terri held up the shelf.

"Apparently, maid is of the opinion if it can't see it, it can't be cleaned."

"Well, it is maid. It never did learn much of keeping up a standard." Debbie said before reaching over to twist a nipple, making maid grimace. "Maid will learn, won't it? It's only been a week, but maid will put forth better effort, won't it?"

"Mistress, yes, Mistress."

Terri winked at Debbie as the dusty shelf was thrust up against maid, the maid grabbing the shelf to clean it. Terri looked at the uniform.

"What a disgrace. What a mess." Terri sneered at maid who looked down to see dust across the front of its outfit. Maid had learned many things during the week, having Superior Mistress sneer was one thing to avoid.

"Seriously, maid? It is really wanting punishment to parade like that."

Maid didn't respond, knowing there was no right way to respond. Claiming Superior Mistress got the outfit dirty wouldn't help it in any way. Maid had no idea Debbie had blown dust on the shelf earlier and this was merely a set up to punish maid more.

Maid used to be Dan, Terri's fiancé until he cheated on her with Angie, a woman who wanted the nice lifestyle Terri had. Angie manipulated Dan into being Danni,               sure the brilliant woman wouldn't want the successful businessman back. Only Dan wasn't as successful as appeared, Terri was the one earning the six-figure annual income plus perks.

Angie plotted to make Terri her lesbian sex slave, Angie getting all the passwords              to live the good life, while having a cute woman serving her every need. The plot was foiled by Debbie, Terri's best friend for years, who was openly lesbian. If her straight best friend was going to serve a female as a sex slave, Debbie was going to make sure it was her and not some manipulating redhead.

The revenge was almost perfect. Angie was someplace she hated while training to be a slave herself, the cheating fiancé was a fulltime cross-dressing maid, and straight Terri was a gay romantic partner. Debbie was fine with the results.

Maid stood still, the dust across the black filmy uniform it wore. It didn't dare scamper off to clean it until one of the Mistresses allowed it to do so. Superior Mistress had a look of disgust making maid quake a bit, its own brainwashing meaning ill feelings at the idea Superior Mistress was not happy at anything.

Mistress Debbie, still in the skimpy bathing suit, picked up a crop from a shelf, whacking maid on the ass just hidden under the short dress. It's caged cock and balls bounced with each hit of the crop, maid automatically counting and thanking Mistress Debbie for the attention.

The next day maid was secured in its room, the closet of the guest bedroom, as it heard the Mistresses greet someone and later a lot of noise from the basement below. Maid needed to use the pan, a flat cookie sheet in the garage with kitty litter spread on it. Maid could only use that unless a Mistress decided otherwise, maid always having to make sure the kitty litter pan was clean and ready for use. If a Mistress pulled into the garage and saw a mess in it, maid knew sucking it all down was a better alternative than what was planned for its punishment. With Mistress Debbie, it was sure it would have to suck down the mess and still be punished.

Late in the afternoon, maid was brought downstairs where a portable camping shower was erected near the clothes washer. A plumber had connected a water line so maid could use this instead of the shower upstairs, making maid's work lighter. Maid did its best to let them know how grateful it was for their consideration.

An hour later, the guest closet was cleaned out and all of maid's clothes and shoes were hanging from ropes attached to the basement rafters. The next morning was when maid discovered only the cold water was connected to the shower, maid learning to shower quickly as it got only colder if it stayed too long.

Maid appeared as it served breakfast to the two Mistresses.

"It looks like shit." Debbie commented, "Did maid not want to look pretty when it served?"

"Mistress Debbie, maid always wishes to be pretty. Mistress Debbie, maid delayed too long in the shower this morning."

True, it had to wet down, turn off the water to lather up, turn on the water again to rinse off. Otherwise it was like icicles coming down on its body.

"Well, the good news is that we finally received a key for its cage. Would maid like the cage removed?"

Maid gulped at the choice. It had the cage on for so long, it never thought of it anymore. But to be released, to have a sense of a free cock and balls swinging instead of a lump of metal, that would be really nice.

"Now, Debbie, it's possible maid doesn't care. After all, its dress does barely cover its cock and ass."

They snickered until Debbie ruled maid would be free later. Maid cleaned up as the two went away, thoughts of being free of the cage, being free of the sudden shocks either Mistress enjoyed inflicting on it for no particular reason.

It wasn't as much fun as imagined as maid stood in pose, Mistress Debbie wearing rubber gloves as she inserted the key, the cage coming off with a few hard tugs, maid's manhood finally free to swing in full view of both Mistresses.

Superior Mistress snorted at the sight. When maid was Dan, the manhood was larger and when exposed to her sight, usually grew on its own. Now it appeared to be a lump of flesh with two walnuts hanging nearby.

"Awful tiny."

"It can be bigger but guessing maid would have to work at it."

"Hey, we should help maid, you know, to show how happy we are maid is serving us. Terri, don't we have that assist board around someplace?"

Maid was told to walk around, holding up the hem of the filmy dress as Superior Mistress tried to remember where the assist board was located. Maid could feel the balls bouncing against its thighs as it walked, mincing steps because of the thinner heels it was still getting used to wearing and the chain attached to each ankle.

Superior Mistress finally left the room, returning with a slat of wood, apparently the assist board. Maid was told to kneel on knees and elbows, its ass thrust back, knees wide so Mistress Debbie could easily grab the manhood dangling in full view.

Maid could feel the pull as its cock and balls were yanked back, the two Mistresses joking back and forth that the instructions seemed easier than the reality of maid not having much to yank back. Mistress Debbie commented some clits she licked were larger so maybe it was good maid didn't grow hair around it. They could be hours squeezing them to find one that turned red.

Maid gave a slight shudder, a faded memory of being bound while some dark figures kept removing body hair with a lot of pain for maid. At least maid didn't have to shave for smooth legs, as all the hair left on its body was above the neck.

Finally, the Mistresses were done, telling maid to crawl to show if it was secure or not. Maid went to rise to all fours, pain radiating from its cock, so maid stayed a bit lower to ease the pain, crawling at an odd angle.

The mistresses high fived each other, the humbler doing as advertised. If maid was going to stand up, it would have to walk bent over as the cock and balls were secure on one side of the board, the board against the back of the thighs, the manhood stretched to an almost impossible degree.

"Finish its chores, maid. We're going out."

The Mistress left, maid discovering how painful it was to try to stand. It had to crawl to get the vacuum cleaner out, had to remain in the bent position as it pushed it around the living room, maid grimacing as it tried to clean off the coffee table without being able to raise high enough to see if the top was fully clean.

When they returned, Terri and Debbie snuggled together as they looked at a notebook to see the four cameras they set up that morning showing maid getting released, getting into the humbler, seeing the problems maid had doing its chores. They laughed, giggling at the efforts the cheating fiancé went through to please them.

When asked how he liked being free, maid quickly begged for the cage, to be locked up as befitting its position of the inferior maid, to be controlled by the Superior Mistresses in the house, to control the pain offered when maid messed up.

Mistress Debbie made a show of thinking about it, wondering if a few weeks of being free would change maid's mind and want to be free all the time. Maid begged for the cage, almost crying as it pled for Mistress Debbie to own it, to control it, to show maid was nothing but property for the usage of the Superior Mistresses.

The humbler stayed on, maid exhausted when it crawled down the stairs to the basement to sleep on the blanket on the floor. Each crawl down each step brought more pain and discomfort. By the time it was at the floor, its balls in pain. Maid had little sleep as the board hit the floor whenever it shifted in sleep, jolts of pain always occurring.

Upstairs, the Mistresses reached their own orgasms, Terri gasping as she French kissed Debbie as Debbie thrust the strap-on in and out rapidly. They finally collapsed into each other's arms, Terri still a bit amazed she enjoyed being in a lesbian relationship, Debbie highly satisfied she was in a relationship with a woman she loved since high school.

Tomorrow they would visit the Gregors, the brother and sister nerd friends who had full usage of Angie, the redhead with the snake tattoo on her left hand, the one who caused all this. If not for her, Terri would be preparing for her wedding with Dan, probably still unaware Dan had cross-dressing fantasies.

The next day, after adding several binder clips to maid's body for its slowness in climbing the stairs to serve them, the humbler not an excuse since maid wanted to be free of the cage, they left to see the Gregors.

It was a great visit, the redhead crawling on a leash, playing fetch with a dirty stick in the backyard, worshiping feet and shoes with enthusiasm, begged with conviction to serve them as a body whore, to be used as pleased them.

Both women laughed at the pathetic object. Maid had never touched their bodies, never been allowed to kiss any body part, never allowed to be used in any way to show it was worthy of touching a female body. The only touching they did to maid was to inflict punishment, Terri aware Dan used to love cuddling. Maid had no such luxury as cuddles let alone any kind of sexual stimulation other than humiliation. If maid wasn't to be used that way, they certainly weren't going to use a creature who proved over and over it lived for such abuse.

"Did you want to take it home, try it out?"

"No." Debbie said with a laugh, "If you need the money, sell it on the dark web."

"I agree." Terri said, "It changed my life, all of our lives, and although not in the way it hoped, I'm fine with my changes."

The brother smirked at her.

"Even when being a sex slave?"

"Yeah, that I can live without." Terri said as Debbie laughed.

Terri's original options were to be Debbie's loving girlfriend or Debbie's devoted sex slave who loved public humiliation. Terri's body was highly aroused when offered the choices, her mind barely clear enough to comprehend the options, but she did choose being the girlfriend.

Occasionally, Debbie would want her to do something, Terri balking until she found later, she did it anyway, begging for the chance to please Mistress Debbie.

Terri knew her kidnappers brain manipulated her into loving being a lesbian sex slave, thus the rational of Angie who paid them for that. She soon realized after Debbie rescued her, there was a backdoor phrase so Angie could have Terri remember her normal self enough to give Angie all her financial data as well as work so Angie didn't need to work. Debbie enjoyed using that back door phrase to have Terri totally obedient only to wake her to have her find out she did what Debbie wanted anyway.

More than once Terri blinked to find she licked Debbie to orgasms when Terri was a bit off at doing so. She usually got upset and balked at the idea, but then blinked to find herself licking Debbie's ass. Terri now openly licked Debbie to climax, Debbie often returning the experience.

More than once, she was in some odd position only for Debbie to be seen smiling, aware Terri would soon do whatever even while aware she was doing so.

More than once Terri, who always dressed conservatively, was in public in an outfit designed to draw attention to her firm body, her long legs, her sexy walk.

Terri often complained, but it did little good when the girlfriend who loved you had full control of the phrase to make you a submissive, needy, slave, and the phrase to make you clear headed, even if your body was eager for satisfaction. It was weird to kiss her best friend, but after being put under and cleared enough to find she was kissing Debbie, it now seemed normal to kiss her, put her arm around her, hold hands, and caress her.

Terri couldn't get over the idea of licking her best friend's pussy, kissing her body, until she woke several times doing just that, her own body highly aroused. After this happened enough times, she no longer hesitated to do any kind of sex act with her.

She, in fact, when aroused, found she was eager to do what was expected, to the point she could find herself doing so in public if she ticked off Debbie enough.

Like a few days later, when she blinked to see her reflection in a store window.

Since she didn't remember wearing such an outfit before leaving the house, she didn't even remember leaving the house. Last she knew, she was in her normal clothes, sipping water as maid pranced on command. Now, she was dressed like a whore and her body strummed with anticipation of what the day would bring.

It was a matter of looking around to see Debbie with a huge grin on her face, her freckles almost swallowed by the grin.

Knowing publicly rebuking her girlfriend would mean worse, Terri could only sigh, frown, and try to ignore her. Even Terri's hair was now up in a swishing ponytail, all designed to make her look sexy in public. Debbie was soon at her side, her body shaking with laughter as Terri tried to ignore her.

"I hate you." Terri told her.

"I hate you more." Debbie responded, the same as when they were in grade school. They kept walking a few more paces.

"I don't remember you even asking if I would wear this."

"I didn't. I told you before you have a sexy body. It's good to show it off."

"For you, Debbie, you like showing off. I don't feel comfortable parading like this."

"I figured if you did so now, you would later. I mean, its not like I had you wearing dildos in your holes for all to see."

"I hate you more and more."

"I hate you more and more and more." Debbie responded as she held Terri's arm and laid her head on her shoulder, the highest point the shorter woman could reach. "Want to leave the mall, go home, and have me prove to you how much I hate you?"

"Damn, Debbie, how is it I'm leaking so hard, my pussy will drip down my legs before we make it to the car?"

"You want to the scientific explanation on the way home, or the romantic explanation during show and tell?"

"I hate you so much. I hope maid is occupied."

"It's actually locked in the doggie cage in the basement. Just in case you didn't flip out and attract the wrong attention."

"So, you have me so aroused, I'm started to make squish sounds, does that meet your criteria of a girlfriend who is eager to get home?"

By the time they got to the car, Debbie had to drive, Terri was too busy hoping the romantic explanation would take most of the day to understand. After all, if she was going to openly start wearing sexier clothing for her girlfriend, she might as well find ways to get used to it.