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Brady stood there, staring at me intensely as he awaited my answer. I could feel the pressure of his presence. It was difficult to collect my thoughts. That was normally an issue. He had an overbearing personality that kept me in a state of constant intimidation.

My mind worked quickly to juggle each side, both pros and cons. We're there any pros though? That was my initial thought. I had to consider that staying in my house, even despite Brady calling it his, had to be a positive. Also, considering he wasn't allowing me to see a dime of what I was making from my job, quitting from there and getting the stress of anyone there finding out also was a point on the good side.

However, besides those few, flimsy positives, there was absolutely no allure to this lifestyle. I was in a perpetual state of hunger, exhaustion, and humiliation. Agreeing to this ridiculous offer would not remedy that. Since this blackmail had started, all I could think of was getting away from Brady. These were just a few points to solidify my decision; one that I knew beyond anything that I could have made blindly.

"Fuck you!"

My heart raced as I judged his reaction to my response. He gave off subtle queues; like leaning back away from me and giving one of his condescending smirks. I think he knew his little offer was simply preposterous.

"You see a little light at the end of the tunnel and all of a sudden you grow a backbone," he joked, taking another hit of his cigarette. "I can honestly say I'm a bit disappointed, though not surprised. Your ditzy brain, much like a dog, can only see what's directly in front of you."

"ENOUGH WITH THE GAMES!" I screamed in a high-pitched screech. "I don't want to be your slave. I'm done with this! I want that money, now!"

Brady looked down at me with amusement. Any other time and that would have gotten me a slap across the face. It was clear now though that he had run out of time to keep me under his thumb.

"Alright, Dafni. If that's your decision," he said. Placing a hand on the bulging envelope, he slid it across the table towards me. Quicker than a vipers strike, I snatched up what was truly my ticket to freedom. To make sure there were no tricks, I opened it and let the cold, hard cash sift through my fingers. The bills had that unique feel and had that smell that could only be paper currency. I was reminded of how I'd done something similar just months ago that had ultimately caused the entire situation I was in. It was an ill-fated decision but what was done was done. I could finally put this whole fucking nightmare behind me!

"I'M FINALLY FREE!" I exclaimed. Brady, amused at my gleeful outburst, took a seat at the other end of the table. He crossed his arms with one hand held out to hold his cigarette.

"If you've truly declined my offer, then I suppose you are," he said matter-of-factly.

That knowledge was like power that surged through me. I felt a revitalization on a magnitude not felt in months. Even though in the back of my head I knew there were other problems ahead of me, I relished in the fact that I was my own person again. No! I was my own MAN again!

I immediately stood up and began pulling off everything that made me Dafni. Between my dress, shoes, undergarments, tits, hair, and other small feminine articles, I couldn't get it all off fast enough. I tried tearing my dress off at the same time as trying to unbuckle my shoes. First off, it was practically impossible for me to do anymore that pulling the dress off normally. I mean hell, I couldn't even open a fucking beer bottle. However, my haste and determination almost caused me to topple over.

"Calm down, Sissy," Brady said with a laugh.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I demanded. It wasn't lost on me that my voice sounded very feminine at that outburst.

When I finally got my shoes off, I threw them across the room. Never again, I told myself, would I have to endure such hellish footwear.

"If you don't want to be my property any more, then that's your decision. But don't fuck up any of my other property, slut," he demanded. It was my throwing of my shoes that made him demand that. I guess I should have just thrown them at his head.

I ripped the stocking from my legs and tore away the garter belt. My panties I simply slipped down my legs. As much as I wanted to destroy every bit of feminization I took off of me, there was no need to give myself a wedgie and harm my poorly abused hole. My bra was a little more sturdy. I fumbled getting the clasps undone and then threw the thing on the pile with the others.

There I stood, basically naked, but I wasn't done. My huge rack, I pulled and tugged at, fighting against how it hurt my actual chest, until the two faux mounds relinquished their hold. Clumps of filler and makeup remained where the faux tits were made to conform to my body. I did my best to scrape the gunk from off but only managed to removed the bigger chunks and then smear the rest.

Moving on, I fumbled around in my hair, pulling pin after pin. There were a good many, which is what kept it solidly atop my head. When I went to rip it off, I knew I had to have missed one or two. It didn't matter. They tugged a little at my natural hair but easily gave way. I angrily tossed the wig on top of the pile. Lastly, I quickly but carefully removed the large, slutty-looking hoop earrings from my lobes and tossed them with everything else.

At my feet basically laid the remnants of Dafni. The only real thing left of her was the makeup still caked on my face and her steel, pink cage over her cock.

"I want the key for this," I demanded, pointing to my crotch.

"You don't want to keep it on for old times sake?"

I glared at him like he'd done to me so many times. "I want this fucking thing off!"

With a smirk and a casual demeanor, as if he knew how all of this was going to play out, he produced the key that would free the one thing that truly made me a male. Brady held it up by the ring, dangling it in the air. Like another viper strike, I snatched the key from his grasp and quickly moved away from him.

I stood back with my hand on the cage and the other holding the key. The lock was a cylinder lock like my previous one. Though the key was about normal size, the slot was tiny. Only the tip of it would fit inside. As I fumbled to get the key in, I received a jolt through my chastity. It made me jump and I dropped the key on the floor.

"Oh...oh my!" Brady chucked with his phone in his hand.

"That isn't funny!" I cried out like a little girl.

"My finger slipped," he said with a smile. "It was an honest accident, Sissy."

"Stop calling me that!" I demanded again.

Trying to hurry as quickly as I could, I got the lock cylinder out and the sheath off my cock. It was the first time since all this had started that I was able to touch it without a cage around it. Tossing the sheath to the side, I worked to get the ring and battery pack off. Not able to resist himself, one more shock was delivered before I got it completely removed. In anger, I threw it across the room and it smacked against the wall.

"I've warned you one time not to fuck up my property," he said with his finger pointed in my direction. "Normally, I'd take you across my lap, but since you're not my slave anymore, I'll just have to beat it into you. I mean, you're supposed to be a guy, right?" He mocked.

Brady, while he didn't seem to be in peak physical condition by any means, was still much bigger than myself. Though his skin was yellowing and disgusting, there seemed to be ample muscles beneath. And there I stood, naked as a J-bird, with a small, shriveled cock and hand-sized tits that were the results of my strength being stripped away. Needless to say, I would fail miserably in fight.

"Where's all my stuff?" I asked. I wanted my clothes. It had been so long since I'd worn a t-shirt or a comfortable pair of boxers that wouldn't ride up my ass either from their tightness or design.

"All your shit is still locked up in storage and I'm not about to leave my house right now to go get any of it," he told me. I noticed how he threw in the part about whose house we were in. Then he added something that gave me a jolt. "And just like all that shit that I didn't want in here, you're about to be gone from here too."

"What!"

I supposed I should have seen it coming. His ultimatum was clear; either stay his slave or I was no longer welcome under his roof. While all I wanted to do was get away from him, I didn't think I'd be going just minutes after that decision was made. Yet that statement made it dawn on me that I had absolutely no place to go.

"I don't take in homeless people," he joked. "I've tolerated you enough and now you need to go."

"I'm in no condition to go anywhere," I said, gesturing to my naked self. "What do you expect me to do?"

"You're the one who tore off all your pretty things. It's not my fault you wanna walk around naked like some slut!" Brady fucking knew that wasn't why I stripped down to nothing. "And you've got that wad of cash there. That could get you a mighty fine hotel room," he shrugged.

"You know I can't spend this money!"

"What you do with it is your business." Brady, again anticipating my decline to his offer, produced one item that belong to me; one that was quite valuable. "I guess since you don't belong to me anymore that I can give this back to you."

What he held in his hand was my bank card; the one linked to my account that my paycheck was direct-deposited into. The same one that I'd been denied access to since becoming his property.

Brady, being the dick that he was, didn't just merely hand it over. Putting the card between his two index fingers, he flicked it over my shoulder and past me. It made a soft, plastic tap as it hit the floor. I quickly turned and bent over to retrieve it, not thinking of my nakedness or of Brady standing behind me.

"You've got such a girls ass. Those hormones were doing such a fine job on you."

"Well, you can flush them, or shove them up your ass now for all I care," I said, feeling a bit brazen.

"If you wanna talk about something that can be shoved up someone's ass," Brady mocked while standing from his chair. He pointed to his crotch where his semi-hard cock was still barely poking out as if to watch my interaction with its owner.

"You can keep that disgusting thing where it is. I'll never touch your cock or any other cock ever again!"

Brady gave a hearty laugh. "Oh, Dafni. Do you really believe that? You're too good of a cock-sucker to give it up that easily."

"That isn't my name!" I demanded.

"Whatever. Anyways, slut, you've got your debit card back now. Of course I don't know how much good it'll actually do you with only thirty-eight dollars in the account."

As I still worked at the office each day, I was still earning a paycheck. At least I thought I was. There should have been weeks worth of deposits in which I had no access to withdraw or spend a penny of it. What the hell had he done with all my money?

"What do you mean 'thirty-eight' dollars?"

"Bills had to get paid. Food had to be bought. There were expenditures, Sissy," Brady said, taking the prime opportunity to light up yet another cigarette. He also stepped over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer. "The fridge and pantry can't stock themselves."

"You fucking prick," I said, furious that it was my money he was using to buy stuff for his benefit alone. "How do you expect me to survive the night on thirty-eight dollars, Brady?" I asked; making sure to use his name instead of the awful term 'master'.

"You don't belong to me anymore, so I couldn't give a fuck less about your well-being," he snorted.

"Like you've given a fuck these past three months?"

"You've had a roof over your head and food in your stomach; among other things," he made sure to slide in with a wink as he tipped his beer bottle up.

"The frigid, shit-hole of a room in the basement and just enough food to survive on isn't caring at all about my well-being!"

"Well, go find you someplace else then." Brady snapped his fingers as if he'd just had an amazing thought. "You know, thirty-eight bucks won't even get you a room at your favorite motel, but I bet if you were to suck a few cocks there, you'd be able to get a roof over your head for the night."

"FUCK YOU!" I screamed.

In all my nakedness, I stormed towards the back room to the closet that held my work clothes. I couldn't help but feel my small but undeniable tits, free from the huge faux rack, jiggling with my stride. Even my walk had changed and though I was out of my heels I was letting my ass sway back and forth. I could almost feel Brady's eyes on my body, probably bursting with pride and what I'd been reduced to.

In the closet were my slacks, dress shirt, socks, shoes, and the light jacket I tried to use to keep my budding chest concealed. Not only that, but there was also my bra and panties that I would normally wear beneath them. Those I tossed out of the way and onto the floor.

"Going commando, Sissy? You've been a decent slut and was wise enough to turn this house over to me. I suppose if you ask nicely, I'd let you take your underwear with you," he joked, stepping over and scooping up the bra and panties.

"Those are not mine. I won't ever wear another piece of women's clothing again either," I said, unsure of why I was even bothering to argue with him. Perhaps it was the fact that I could now argue with him since he didn't hold as much power over me. That's probably why I reiterated to him, "And I'm not a sissy!"

Moving as quickly as possible, I put my clothes on both for warmth and to gain some sort of modesty back. I also took the envelope of cash and stuffed it into my front-right pocket. That was something I wasn't going to let get away from me.

It felt quite bizarre not wearing the women's underclothes beneath my work attire. I had gotten so used to them, but it was merely an odd feeling and not a longing feeling. He could fucking burn them for all I cared.

My male clothes were not the only things I was doing without. The only wallet I had now was the typical, female wallet kept in my sissy purse. Considering I wasn't really allowed money, about the only thing contained in it that I would need was my I.D. It was something that I didn't look at often, which was backed up by the fact that Brady had somewhere along the way had some fun altering it. I found that he'd glued a blonde, cut-out paper wig over my photo. He'd also crossed out the M under sex and penciled in the letter F. Lastly, a line was put through my entire name with the name 'DAFNI' written in above it.

"What the fuck!" I said with the card in my hand.

"I just thought your license needed updating," he said with a shrug and a smug smile. Furious, but not having time to deal with it, I shoved the thing in my pocket along with my debit card.

I took my keys from the sissy purse, leaving all the other shit I wasn't going to need anymore, including the sissy phone. That got me to thinking about other things that he took away from me when all of this had begun.

"Where's my phone at?" I asked. The last time I saw it was the first night at the motel. It had been locked away with all my other clothes and possessions.

"I wasn't going to waste money on a phone bill for a phone you didn't even use."

"You shut my phone off!"

"No, you ditzy airhead. I neglected to pay the bill at the company shut it off. Geez, how do you expect to make it in the real world without a caring master to look over you?"

Brady just wasn't going to relent. Even on the cusp of being free, he still had to push buttons and get his little remarks in. I tried my hardest not to let him get to me.

"I'll be just fucking fine!" I demanded.

"Okay, okay," he said, putting his hands in the air. Then he made an offer that I couldn't help but consider. He walked over to where my purse hung on the wall and pulled the sissy phone from it. "It's activated for a few more weeks before I'll have to put another card on it. Since I am a caring master, despite your feelings, why don't you take it with you in case you need to make a call."

My initial instinct was the knock the pink-wrapped device with that humiliating word bedazzled across the back out of his hand; that or tell him to put it up his ass! However, it occurred to me that having a phone in my situation may be useful. Plus, it wasn't like I could just go out and buy another one. I couldn't even afford a cheap room at the skanky motel. There was no real plan either on what I was going to do in both the short and long term. What I did know was that whatever it was, a phone would probably come in handy.

"Fine," I said, snatching the phone from his hand. "But I don't buy that 'caring' shit for one minute."

"If that's what you want to think, Dafni. Actually, what I really think you're going to use it for is to contact me and beg to come back after you see what the world has to offer you now."

"My name isn't, Dafni! It's Evan!" I said in a stern tone. "And that'll never happen."

"We'll see. Anyways,

Evan

," he started, making an emphasis on my name. "It's time for you to get the fuck out of my house."

Though I was extremely ready to get away from Brady, I wasn't so eager to leave my actual home. He may have had my signature on a piece of paper, but I wasn't going to let him get away with it once I got myself straightened out with the Brothers. Not just that though, but I was scarcely dressed and I still had a mound of makeup on that I couldn't do anything about without a sink or something. It was worth trying to ask him about.

"Mas...Bra...Sir," I started, not knowing what to fucking call him.

"Oh, has my slut already changed her mind?"

"No! But please let me wash my face off. I don't want to go out there looking like this," I said, pointing to my face.

"I think it looks adorable. I would love to help you, because that's just the kind of person I am." That was a fucking mouthful from him. "But I can't help some homeless bum." Then he added, "At least, not without some sort of incentive," with a pat to his crotch.

"You sick fuck! I already told you that I would never, ever touch you down there again!"

With an amused scowl, he made a move towards me and said, "And I already told you to get the fuck out of my house!"

Brady opened the back door with one hand and pushed on my shoulder with the other. Even that contact from him was disturbing. Jerking it away, I stepped off the stoop and into the cold.

"You won't fucking get away with this!" I yelled out to him, ever noticing how much higher-pitched my voice was.

"Okay, sweetie. Give me a call when you're ready to take your proper place back here as my property. I'll have your heels and maid uniform ready for you by the door."

With that, he retreated back into my warm abode and I scurried to my car. It was my only means of refuge. Pulling out of my driveway was quite bitter-sweet. He had driven me away from what was truly mine, but at least I was away from him. That was to be a long-term battle. My short-term battle was for food, shelter, and getting this whorish gunk off my face.

I drove to a gas station that wasn't large and didn't look overly busy. Looking through my glove box, I pulled out a napkin kept from a restaurant. It was relatively small and thin, but it would have to do. Unwrapping it all the way, I put it to my face and headed for the door.

I entered the store with practically all my face covered. My mascaraed eyes looked around to see the bathrooms at the rear of the building. They also saw one cashier and one customer in the store. The customer didn't pay me much attention, but the cashier gave me a look. To make my awkward appearance a little more justifiable, I started coughing and wheezing into the napkin, dropping my head at the same time. I curved my way through the aisles with my face low and covered.