Bound by Blacmail

Here is the twentieth chapter in the series. It seems like a long time and many, many words ago that this story was started. I hope it's still enjoyable. I've got further chapters in the works and am putting together thoughts and ideas to ultimately conclude the series. There is still a little ways to go though. As always, leave a comment with your thoughts and give a rate if you'd like.

I was in shock as the two young ladies strode right past me and stood inside my home; one a blonde and the other a redhead. While I was completely encapsulated by their presence, they didn't seem to be paying me much attention. Both stepped into the middle of the room and began taking in the space. One of their first reactions being the scrunching up of their noses. Despite my efforts, there was still a stench in the air of stale cigarette smoke. I don't know why Brady didn't understand that no one likes that shit!

Both of them, I had to admit, were quite stunning. The blonde had long, straight hair like strands of gold that stretched down just past her shoulders. Her eyes were a shimmering blue like I'd never seen before. The redhead had shoulder-length hair that was frizzy and fun. Her eyes were an astounding green that sparkled in the light. She also had a small amount of freckles that just added to her looks. Both wore tight jeans; the blonde in blue and the redhead in black. The one in black had on a pair of tan boots and the other a similar pair in black. Both of them had on what looked like identical tan-colored, knee-length overcoats. It was indeed another cool evening and I could feel the wind whipping beneath my skirt. They too felt the brisk breeze which brought their attention to me.

"Are you going to just stand there gawking, or are you going to shut the fucking door?" The blonde asked harshly. I immediately pushed the door closed to appease both them and myself.

I felt embarrassed, but not for the usual reasons of looking ridiculous. She was right in the fact that I had been gawking at them. In no way had I been expecting girls, actual girls; and hot ones no less. For just a split second, I'd forgotten my place and the predicament I was in. Beneath my skirt, I felt the twinge as my cock fought against its cage. It helped remind me quickly though that I wasn't supposed to be a guy in their company. I was merely a sissy-slave to serve and amuse them.

"Hey, Christy, what do you think," the redhead asked the blonde. She scrunched her nose up again as she peered around. "Think it's worth what we paid?"

"Well, we just got here. Time will tell."

The girls were done checking out the back room and began to focus on me. They didn't seem to get the same thrill I did while looking at them. Both of them giggled at the ridiculously-dressed sissy standing just a few feet away.

"Besides, you know it isn't just the house we've got for the weekend," Christy said.

They both cocked their hips to one side and crossed their arms. Their stare told me that they were waiting on me for something. In my shock and awe of their gender and gorgeous features, I'd completely forgotten that I was supposed to introduce myself.

Before I could even find the words to begin, the redhead said, "And just who exactly are you, cutie?"

My brain raced to remember who exactly I was and what it was I was supposed to say to them. Brady would likely be pissed that I'd completely botched my introduction after such rigorous practice just a short time ago. Their striking pair of eyes didn't help with my recollection.

"Hello," I started shakily. "And welcome to my owner's home," I said very choppy from memory.

"Well thank you," Christy offered. "But who are you?"

I started to break out into a cold sweat at having to introduce myself in this persona to these girls. After all, I'd practiced it with the assumption I'd be saying it to guys.

"I'm...ummmm,..," I started with my brain still frazzled. "Ev...uh...Daf..Daf...uh...Dafni. I'm...I'm Dafni," I finally got out, almost using my actual name.

"Hmmm," Christy started as she looked over at the other girl. "Is that the way the ad described her introduction, Katie?"

Katie, the redhead, replied, "I don't think it is."

It seemed clear that Brady had given them some expectation about me and what I was supposed to say to them. Did they expect something verbatim? I wasn't sure I could recall what exactly I'd practiced, so I'd just have to try and come close to it.

Bending at the knees and lifting my skirt where my chastity was on full display through my crotchless thong, I began to wing my proper sissy introduction.

"My name is Dafni. It is a pleasure to let you know I'll be your sissy-slave and at your service for the entire weekend. I'll be at your complete disposal for any service, cleaning, entertainment, or anything else you would like; night or day. Please don't hesitate to let me know if there is anything I can do for the two of you."

With that, I lowered my skirt and stood awaiting their reply. The two looked at each other and began laughing hysterically.

"Oh my God, he is actually going along with it," Katie said. I couldn't help but pickup on the masculine pronoun. The blonde was quick to correct her.

"You mean 'she'," Christy said, righting her friend. "Remember what the email said." She then turned her attention to me. "Well Dafni, cute name by the way," she added. "I'm Christy unless you haven't picked up on that yet and my friend over here is Katie."

The redhead gave me a little wave in case there was any confusion.

"However," Christy started in a authoritative tone. "For the weekend, you'll be sure to address us as 'Mistress' before using our names. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mas.., Mistress Christy. Yes, Mistress Katie." In responding to her order, as I was trained to do, I gave each a curtsy; prompting even more laughter from them.

"Oh my gosh. This is a riot!" Katie said to her friend.

"Well, Dafni. I believe that you're supposed to have something for us," Christy said.

The chest of toys sat just a few feet behind them. I couldn't help but look down past their legs at it. While I dreaded having to find out what had been stashed Inside by Eve, I knew that couldn't be what they were referring to. They had to be talking about the combination box Brady left for them on the counter.

"Yes, Mistress Christy," I said to her. She then began to take off her long coat and Katie followed suit.

"Be a good maid and hang those up first." It wasn't a question by Christy. Both girls tossed me their coats. Them landing in my arms almost caused me to topple backwards. They were fairly heavy and warm. I could also detect their delightful perfume embedded in the fabric. After I'd steadied myself, I saw that the girls were wearing similar knitted sweaters. Katie's was a burgundy while Christy's was gray. Beyond the color, I also noticed what a tight fit they were and how they beautifully accented their endowment.

Trying not to stare for too long, I turned and hung their coats in the closet, that usually held my work clothes, before starting for the kitchen. It was quite an unnerving feeling walking with the two girls behind me. I could hear them whispering something to each other but couldn't make out what was being said. The sound of muffled laughter was unmistakable though. They were clearly amused at the guy in drag.

In the kitchen, I walked over to the counter where the lockbox sat. The girls obviously knew what they were looking for and spotted it as well. I reached out to take it but was knocked out of the way by Christy; not overly hard but enough to make me stumble.

"I'll take that," she said, snatching it up.

The two girls took a seat at the table. Christy checked her phone and then proceeded to enter the combination. I was too far away to get a clear view of the numbers, though I don't guess it really mattered. It didn't take but just a few moments before the top popped open.

"Here's the set of keys," Christy said, plucking a small ring of them out and passing them to her friend. Katie took them and let them fall through her fingers. "Here's a list of what each key is for," Christy added, passing a slip of paper to Katie.

Christy went back into the box and plucked a separate, folded note out. She opened it and her gorgeous blue eyes studied what was written on it. A very mischievous grin splayed across her face before taking her phone and entering something into it. I knew it was from the paper as she referred back to it a few times. She then set the paper aside and turned in her chair towards me. The look on her face ran a chill down my spine. With the phone in hand, her thumb came down on the screen that instantly made the shock feature on my chastity go off.

"AHHHHH!" I yelped. It was enough to cause me to grasp the island next to me.

"Oh wow, it actually fucking works!" Christy exclaimed. As if in disbelief, she pressed the button again only to have my genitals zapped again.

"What? What is she doing? What's wrong with her?" Katie asked.

"Don't you remember what it said in the email? You know, the control feature around her..." Christy didn't finish her sentence, but rather made a circling gesture around her own crotch in reference to my own. She then showed Katie her phone's screen. Katie gave a sign of recognition and Christy passed her the piece of paper. "Here, enter this into that thing I told you to download."

I leaned against the island with my heart pounding as Katie used both thumbs to type the info into her phone. As she did so, I tried to plead with them not to shock me anymore. Christy, keeping her eyes on her friends phone, simply sushed me. When she was done, Christy showed her what to press and both girls looked over at me. I opened my mouth again in protest, but Katie's thumb came down on the screen before I could get a word out.

"Oh shit! It does work!" Katie exclaimed as I withered. That jolt was enough to drop me to my knees.

"I know, right!" Christy said with a laugh.

"Pl...Please gir...Mistresses!" I said panting on the floor. In my agony, I'd almost slipped up with their title that didn't get by Christy.

"Awww! Did that shock hurt your itty-bitty clit?" She teased. The two girls laughed at each other and I knew it wasn't a real question. Christy then got serious. "The only girl here is you!" Christy demanded as another sharp jolt shot through my chastity. "Is that clear?"

"Absolutely...Yes, Mistress," I said though a winded breath, hoping they'd stop.

"And, just to put your mind at ease, we only have a temporary forty-eight hour access to this little feature; though we are allowed to use it at our discretion. As long as you don't give us trouble, I don't see why we would have to use it." There was a shot pause before she forebodingly added the word, "Often."

The girls, now having means to keep me under control if necessary, wanted a tour of the house. They decided to check out the kitchen first since we were already in it. I didn't have much say in showing them around. They took that matter into their own hands.

One by one, they went through each cabinet to see what it held. For the most part, there was nothing more than plates, glasses, and cookware. The refrigerator was practically bare with the exception on my rations and a few small items. Brady clearly had this planned for a while and he made sure that most all the food was removed. I'm sure the price to rent me didn't include a weekends worth of meals, though I'd bet the bulk of it was to make sure I wasn't consuming any restricted food.

"We'll have to figure out dinner arrangements when we get done looking around," said Katie.

"Yeah, but now I want to check out our room. Lead the way, girl," Christy said to me.

Though it was never made clear to me, I assumed the room they expected was the master; my fucking room! After all, I didn't think Brady had me change bedding so that I could have a decent place to sleep. As they followed behind me to the stairs, I heard the girls whispering to one another again. Unlike the short trek down the hall a few moments before, my elevated position on the stairs gave the girls a prime view of my panties. Their words, like before, were low and unrecognizable while the giggling was quite unmistakable.

The master bedroom door was shut. I tried to open it but it was locked and Brady had never supplied me with the code to enter. I wondered if he'd denied them access to 'his' room while he was away despite my having readied it.

"Slide back, Dafni. I've got the code," Christy said.

Having the folded paper from the lockbox to refer to, Christy entered a code on the keypad. She used her body to shield me from seeing. That didn't bother me since I was used to not having it and the fact that she was quite attractive. Her jeans were very tight and her figure was easier to see with her now shed of the long coat. I couldn't stop my eyes from straying south towards her bottom. They didn't stay there long as I noticed Katie give me a look from the corner of my eye. She even gave me a nudge and my gaze immediately dropped to the floor. The door beeped and there was an electronic click to let us know it was open. Christy turned the handle and the girls entered the room.

My room, that I'd come to miss deeply, looked and smelled much better after I'd done my cleaning and Brady had removed his things. That being said, even new sheets and a good spritzing of odor eliminator could only do so much. The girls both took a seat on the edge of the bed and gave it a few test bounces before they flopped back with their arms extended above them. I couldn't help but notice their tits bounce in their tight sweaters as they did so.

"Feels pretty comfy," Christy said. She wasn't wrong. I used to sleep so good on that bed. It pissed me off that it not only had been taken from me, but also that it had been taken by a greasy, smelly, cigarette-smoking bastard.

"Yeah, feels pretty good," Katie agreed.

While they both seemed to approve of its comfort level, they also happened to scrunch their noses; just like when they first entered the house.

"Smells a bit smoky, doesn't it," Katie said.

"A little bit." Christy turned her head and cut her eyes over to me. "You couldn't do anything about that?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress Christy. My Master is very fond of his cigarettes and that odor is quite hard to get out. I did try before your arriv..," I started and was then cut off.

"Well, you didn't try very hard apparently. Not much of a maid, are you? I hope this isn't a sign of a series of disappointments during this weekend," Christy said. "We paid good money for this and I want us to get our money's worth." Her words and the way she looked at me told me she wasn't just referring to the house.

"Yes, Mistress Christy. I understand."

"We'll get the maid to work on freshening up in here and then we can share the space. Sound good?" Christy asked her friend.

"Yep, sounds good."

They both got off the bed and had a look around. Katie checked out the chest-of-drawers while Christy checked out the closet. Both of them stood empty. My clothes were long gone and anything Brady hadn't taken with him was boxed up and stored for the short time he was to be away.

"Why don't we put the tour on pause and let Dafni bring our things up to the room," Christy suggested to her friend. "She looks like she wants something to do."

"I agree," Katie chimed in.

"Dafni, I want you to go out to our car and bring in our bags from the trunk and tote them up here."

"Yes, Mistress Christy."

Scurrying downstairs and out the backdoor, I found the trunk of their Lexus already popped and opened. Inside were two large suitcases that looked packed to the brim. Just trying to lift one of them, I realized how heavy they were. Had they packed for a weekend or a month? I found it very awkward to try and pull even one of them out on the uneven ground in my heels. During my struggle, I wasn't aware that Christy had come down to supervise.

"Don't fuck up my car getting those out!" She yelled across the yard.

I was straining and struggling too much to respond back. The first bag I worked to wrangle out was about to give up. I finally worked it over the edge of the trunk. It's surrender caused me to stumble and fall backwards. The bag bounded off the bumper and then fell to the ground.

"You stupid bitch!" I heard Christy yell. That was abruptly followed with a sharp jolt through my chastity. "Get Katie's fucking bag off the dirty ground. And there better not be one scratch on my car!"

I got her bag up, having to use both hands to carry it. The recent memory of Alyssa and I trying to tote the chest across the yard came to mind. I should have been able to easily carry that chest just like I should have been able to tote both of their bags at the same time. My arms felt so weak that I struggled to carry just one of them.

As I waddled my way back to the house, Katie came out and stood next to her friend.

"Are you serious? One fucking bag is all she could tote?" She asked her friend. Katie got a little louder and addressed me. "You couldn't have been much of a man with such puny strength. Guess that's why you prefer to be a little sissy-girl."

Not responding to her jab at me, I walked back to retrieve the other suitcase. I assumed it was Christy's and it was just as heavy. Getting both to the house was only half the battle. I still had to get them upstairs. The girls didn't seem to care. My ad must have mentioned how much I loved pushing myself for the pleasure and amusement of others.

"We want our things put away; toiletries in the bathroom, underwear and socks in the drawers, and hang the rest in the closet," Christy ordered.

Katie was quick to add, "And don't go trying on any of our clothes. I have some cute panties and don't want them on your slutty behind!"

"I think we've got something to help remedy that," Christy said, quickly exiting the room. Katie continued to stare at me with a stern glare.

"Mistress Katie, I promise you I wouldn't..," I started. I wanted to tell her that I wouldn't dare try on their clothes. What I was made to wear, I didn't even like! She didn't even let me finish.

"Yeah, yeah. You look like a girly-girl who likes to try on new clothes," she said with a smirk.

Christy came back in the room a moment later with an item I was all too familiar with. It was relatively tiny and suctioned to the wall like all of its other buddies.

"The owner left us some cameras in case we need to keep an eye on her."

It was one of Brady's cameras. Christy went to work pairing it with an app on her phone and in no time at all, I was back under surveillance.

"Don't do anything you shouldn't and you won't have anything to worry about. I'm sure you're aware that we are allowed to discipline you."

"Yes, Mistress Christy," I said, wanting ever so much to avoid that.

"Katie and I are going to finish having a look around while you work." Before she left, she added one more order. "And do something about that fucking smell!"

The girls retreated downstairs while I proceeded to put their things away. I was used to putting away ratty boxers and holey socks with the only feminine items being my own. It was a little bizarre when I opened Christy's case on the bed to see everything down to her undergarments. The first item I pulled out was a teal, lacey thong. While I wished that the ones I was made to wear were intact with no slit down the middle like these were, what I really envied about them was that I couldn't see her parading around the house in them. Perhaps they would get comfortable enough to where I'd get to see that before they departed.

It took me about a half-hour to get their personal affects put away and their empty bags stored in the closet. I then went through the room with more odor eliminator and also lit some scented candles that I placed on each night table. It seemed to help and I hoped it would be enough since that was the one thing I could have sympathy with them on.