Chapter 4
Alice's place in the household proven to be quite complicated and very
demanding. First and foremost she was Mistress Angela's slave and her needs came
first. Pleasing and servicing Mistress Angela and Mistress Janice both sexually
and otherwise took up a great deal of her time.
Her life acquired a routine where she was on a three-week rotation: two weeks in
the house and two weeks in the stables.
Inside the house she functioned as a slave maid to Mistress Jensen, the
housekeeper. Alice wore a pretty, little maid's uniform: on her feet were pink
high-heeled shoes with seven-inch stilettos and locking ankle straps and lacy,
little ankle socks. Over a pink corset, constricting her waist to fifteen
inches, she wore a delicate, pink satin uniform with lacy edges, clinging
tightly to her every curve and ending just below her buttocks to that her pink,
silk panties could just be glimpsed. On the front of the uniform she wore a
small, white apron made of satin as well. The uniform had short sleeves, but
went all the way up, enclosing her neck. There was a cutout extending from just
below her throat to just beneath her tits, so that these could hang freely. Her
corset ended just beneath them and Alice never wore a bra so her tits hung
gloriously free of the uniform for all to fondle and play with.
Alice's blonde hair, which had grown quite long by now, was piled on top of her
head in a very fetching hairdo and she wore a tiny, pink maid's cap. On her
hands were delicate, lacy fingerless gloves. All her makeup, from lipstick to
nail polish was in shades of pink. Since she had been completely broken and all
her independence and free will effectively broken, she was left unfettered and
ungagged.
The only restraint she wore, apart from her corset, was her chastity device.
After "graduating" from the basement Mistress Angela had forbidden Alice to have
orgasms of any kind. Alice had cried when she was told, but she was too well
trained to object. The chastity device was a truly evil thing. It consisted of a
thick sleeve, a metal catheter, some metal straps, a battery pack and a control
unit. First Alice's cock was teased until she was just about to cum. Then, while
Alice squirmed and moaned in pain and discomfort, the metal catheter was
inserted into her stiff cock. This tended to be so painful that Alice's dick
would begin to deflate and Mistress Angela would have to stroke it back to life,
a mixture of pleasure and pain Alice was soon completely addicted to as it was
the closest she ever came to having an orgasm. The metal straps were secured
around her cock and intervals of about half an inch, encircling her balls as
well. These metal straps were then connected to the tip of the metal catheter
sticking out of her cock with one final metal strap. Before Alice's erect member
was sealed inside the sleeve all the metal parts were hooked up to a connection
inside the sleeve. Once the sleeve was on, it held both her cock and her balls
and usually the sleeve was tied down, holding it against her abdomen. The bulge
it created was the only unsightly, masculine feature Alice had and it humiliated
her a great deal that it was so clearly visible, as was Mistress Angela's
intention. In her ass a large butt-plug holding a battery pack, which was
connected to the sleeve. When Alice wasn't being punished or teased
extraordinarily, the sleeve would pulsate ever so gently, making sure that Alice
was hard all the time, but unable to cum. She was unable to jack off and the
sleeve was programmed to sense her approaching orgasm, holding back the
stimulation and preventing her from cuming. Alice wore the sleeve constantly for a period
of one week before it was changed and her cock washed. This meant that she was
kept in a state of perpetual arousal, always horny, but never able to cum, with
a permanent case of blue balls, sore from lack of release. She woke up feeling
horny and went to bed feeling horny and a sense of false hope, that if she
behaved Mistress Angela might just allow her to cum, insured that she worked
constantly to please everybody.
The chastity device could be used for other things as well. On the front of her
uniform under her apron was a small hole through which a combined tube and wire
could be secured to the tip of the sleeve. The wire/tube ended in a hand-held
control unit. Twice a day Alice peed with the help of this device. One of the
mistresses held the control unit and a second tube ran from the unit into
Alice's mouth. When the mistress pressed a button, urine was pumped from Alice's
bladder and into her mouth. Mistress Angela had decided that Alice should be a
piss slave and when Alice was around no one pissed in the toilet. Alice found
the taste of urine disgusting, but did as she was ordered and smiled obediently
even when she was handed large glasses full of warm piss for her to drink. After
few weeks her own urine had become very concentrated and extraordinarily
revolting, but still she smiled as ordered when it was pumped into her mouth for
her to swallow.
The other functions of the control unit were teasing and punishment. When used
for teasing Alice the sleeve would increase the stimulation of Alice's member
until she cried with frustration, begging and pleading for release. In
punishment mode all the metal parts in and on her cock would shock her, sending
her screaming and thrashing in pain to the floor. The metal catheter was an
especially effective way of causing her pain, the electricity being led directly
to one of the most sensitive areas of Alice body. Soon Alice feared and hated
the mere sight of the control unit, but was careful to smile obediently when it
was connected. She had learned the hard way that things could always get worse.
Besides, Alice knew what a lowly creature she was; who was she to say that
Mistress Angela and the others didn't have the right to punish as they wished?
Alice's day started when the alarm woke her up, two hours before everyone else
in the house. She still slept in her tiny cage in the dungeon. The alarm was a
loud claxon, which could not be heard in the rest of the house since the dungeon
had been effectively soundproofed. There was a time lock on the cage and it
would swing open when the horn sounded, allowing Alice to wriggle out, ass
first. She slept wearing only her corset, her chastity device and a heelless,
ballet-toed boots, thus insuring that she never stood barefoot on the ground. In
time her ability to stand without heels of at least six inches disappeared
altogether as her Achilles tendon shortened. In time her already tiny feet were
also compressed so much by her tiny footwear that her foot was unable to handle
any pressure without the help of a rigid, high-heeled shoe.
After crawling out of the cage she removed her butt-plug, leaving it hanging
from its connection to the chastity sleeve. In the corner of the dungeon was her
bathing area and here she would administer three large enemas to herself,
carefully making sure that she was filled to the bursting point, before holding
the warm water until she was sweating from the exertion and finally releasing
it. Those were Mistress Angela's instructions and Alice was very careful not to
break any of Mistress Angela's instructions, even when she wasn't around to
check. You never knew. After her enemas she removed her boots and took a sitting
shower, since she couldn't stand barefooted. Both her chastity sleeve and her
corset were made from rubber, so they were not harmed by the water. Like her
chastity sleeve, her corset was only changed once a week. After showering and
washing her hair, Alice dried her hair and body before dressing in her uniform
and carefully applying makeup.
Then her morning chores began. She prepared breakfast for everyone before making
her rounds to wake them up. First she woke up Mistress Jensen, which usually
meant that she had to spend time buried in her meaty thighs licking her pussy.
After this she would wake up Masters Gonzales and Robertson. Each usually
required a blowjob before getting up and more often than not she was required to
drink their morning urine before giving them these blowjobs.
Before she could finally wake up Mistress Angela and Mistress Janice, she made
sure that her clothes and makeup were perfect and that every trace of urine
smell and taste was gone from her mouth. She endeavored to wake Mistress Angela
up as gently as possible, knowing from painful experience that if she was awoken
too brutally she might get very grumpy. And having a grumpy mistress meant being
in a lot of pain. So Alice would gently kiss and caress Mistress Angela until
she was awake, before doing the same to Mistress Janice. Usually she would
service them sexually, her head buried between their thighs, but sometimes they
would just have sex with each other in which case Alice just stood silently by
waiting for them to finish. After rising Mistress Angela would drain Alice's
morning urine from her bladder so that Alice now swallowed her own morning
urine, a pained smile on her face as she tried to pretend that she liked it.
This never failed to please Mistress Angela and usually it would encourage her
to set the sleeve in teasing mode, reducing Alice to a tearful pleading wreck.
It was just one of the best ways you could start your day, watching a slave beg
and plead.
After having served breakfast to her Masters and Mistresses Alice was allowed to
eat. Since she couldn't chew her food, her meal was a soft mushy substance made
entirely from vegetables, mostly the ones not too fresh. To make sure that Alice
would not enjoy eating, Mistress Angela always added a special flavor to Alice's
meals, which Alice found disgusting. Her meals were always served in a doggy
bowl bearing the inscription "Disgusting slut" and for drinking she had a bowl
of fresh water. Mistress Angela had wanted to keep Alice on a "piss-only"
drinking regimen, but soon found that Alice began to acquire an unhealthy color
while she steadily became more and more sickly. In the end Mistress Angela had
to accept that if she wanted Alice to stay alive, she had to give her fresh
water every day.
Alice's day's in the house passed doing housework and making sure everyone was
sexually satisfied. The two tasks made sure that she didn't have single moment
to relax during the day, as she had to satisfy not only Mistress Angela and
Mistress Janice, but also Mistress Jensen and Master Gonzales. Although Mistress
Jensen was officially housekeeper, her real job was as cook and matron of the
house. Alice did all the real work: cleaning, washing and all the menial things
in a kitchen, like peeling potatoes or washing up. She also had to keep Mistress
Jensen happy, which required not only eating pussy several times a day, but also
involved a great deal of groveling at her feet, licking her shoes clean.
Mistress Jensen also took great pleasure in verbally abusing Alice, constantly
telling her what a worthless shit she was and how Mistress Angela should just
castrate her and get it over with. The very thought filled Alice with terror.
One thing was constantly being denied orgasms; another was being deprived of
even the possibility of having one.
Also requiring her attention during the day was Master Gonzales. He spent his
days making sure that Mistress Angela's cars were in order, driving her whenever
necessary, picking up stuff for her and running errands. When at the house he
enjoyed having Alice around as his 'ho, mincing around, being a pretty airhead,
laughing at his lame jokes, serving him cold drinks and sucking his cock. He
wasn't really into punishing her or humiliating her in any special way; he just
enjoyed having her behave like a complete bimbo.
Alice's whole day went by doing hard, menial work and pleasing everyone and when
bedtime came around her work was far from over. Mistress Angela of course used
her most, but when she wasn't around or didn't require Alice's services, Alice
was either with Mistress Jensen or Master Gonzales. Usually she would be allowed
to go to bed only a couple of hours before she had to get up. But Alice didn't
complain. She knew that a useless whore like herself should only be pleased that
someone wanted her services and after undressing herself and crawling into her
cage, closing the door behind her with great difficulty, she sent Mistress
Angela a grateful thought for being so kind as to have her.
From time to time Mistress Angela would have guests over for dinner or tea or
just to have sport with Alice. These occasions were very taxing on Alice, as
they usually involved her getting tortured intensely, using a great deal of the
many torture instruments in the basement. Normally Mistress Angela would have a
bit of sport with Alice in the dungeon once or twice a week and usually not for
more than an hour or so. But when there was company the sessions could last all
night and into the next day.
The torture would range from whippings and beating to the ever-popular
electrical torture of Alice's genitals. In time Mistress Angela's tastes grew
more and more brutal inspired by these sessions and Alice spent more and more
time in the dungeon, writhing in pain, screaming and thrashing in hopeless
efforts to get free. Mistress Angela also developed an affinity for a special
kind of torture, which scared Alice out of her mind. Mistress Angela would tie
up Alice in some way and then connect the control unit to her chastity sleeve,
using the teasing mode. Soon Alice would squirm with lust and plead for the
release that never came. Mistress Angela would then begin asphyxiation torture,
either using a plastic bag pulled over Alice's head or a strap tightened around
her throat. She would choke her until Alice was sure that she was going to die
and just before Alice slipped into unconsciousness, she would allow her to
breathe. The process would be repeated until Alice was completely hysterical,
babbling incoherent pleas for Mistress Angela to stop. For Alice the worst part
was that after a while asphyxiation began to turn her on. The stimulation
combined with that kind of torture slowly conditioned her into liking the
choking sensation. Mistress Angela soon exploited this as she made an addition
to Alice's uniform. Beneath the high neck of her pink, satin uniform Alice now
wore a choker in the most literal sense of the word: a pink, leather strap about
an inch wide and tightened to the point where Alice had to use considerable
effort just to breathe. This meant that all her other duties were made harder as
well, even speaking properly required effort and the choking sensation
constantly kept Alice on the brink of panic.
Being a slave maid took up two thirds of Alice three weeks rotation. The third
week was spent in the stables and in the garden where Master Robertson ruled.
Alice might not like most of what happened to her in the house, but she at first
hated almost everything about the stables and Master Robertson's mere presence
filled her with terror. When in the stables with Master Robertson Alice assumed
the role of ponygirl. In some ways she actually liked being a ponygirl, since it
was a break from her daily chores of menial housework. But Master Robertson made
sure that there wasn't much else to enjoy. In the stables she would be stripped
of her uniform until she stood wearing only her corset and her heels. He would
then cuff her wrists, connect the cuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling and
pull on the chain until she swung a few inches off the ground. Then he would
remove her corset and put a new one on her, one that did not leave her tits
hanging out. This corset, made from thick, black leather with plenty of steel
supports, extended from just above her hips, to just above her nipples, holding
them tightly so they wouldn't jiggle too much when she ran, while at the same
time making sure everyone could see them. The corset was just as brutal as her
regular one and made sure that she lost her breath quickly when running. Her
pretty, pink heels were exchanged for a pair of boots turning her feet into
something like hooves. The boots ended in a horseshoe and inside the boot, which
was made from thick, black leather, her foot was held so that all her weight
rested on her toes. Her foot was held so that it seemed to be a mere extension
of her leg and she had no movement left in the foot. It was incredibly painful,
not only on her toes, but also on her calves, which cramped up completely during
her first weeks as a ponygirl. Furthermore Master Robertson insisted that since
horses don't lie down sleeping neither should Alice. She spent her nights (when
she was done servicing Master Roberson) standing up, a large pole rammed up her
ass and chain secured to the very stiff posture collar she wore all the time
when being used as a pony. It was so stiff that she could only hold her head in
one position, not even being able to turn it.
The posture collar came on after the boots and after that Master Robertson put
tight-fitting mittens on her hands, rendering them useless. Then he forced her
arms into a back prayer, cuffing her wrists together just behind Alice's neck
and securing the cuffs to the back of the collar. Then he forced her elbows to
meet before strapping them together. This put a great deal of strain on Alice's
shoulders and arms, but Master Robertson liked it when Alice was in pain.
Besides it accentuated her tits in a most pleasing manner and did wonders for
her posture.
Finally came her head harness. This was a collection of straps going around her
head and face, holding various items in place. One was a pair of blinkers,
narrowing her field of vision considerably. Another was her bit. This consisted
of U-shaped piece of metal going into Alice's mouth. At the end of the U was a
flexible ring through which Alice stuck her tongue. Once her tongue was inside
the ring, it could be made to clamp down on the tongue, trapping it there. The
bit made sure that while Alice couldn't talk with it on, she could eat and give
blowjobs, albeit with great difficulty. It also translated every pull on her
reins directly into her mouth, making sure Alice did as she was ordered to.
As usual she wore her chastity device, the sleeve strapped to her corset so that
her cock couldn't swing freely when she ran, and the butt-plug replaced with a
model that had a tail on it, giving her a more "pony-like" appearance. This was
her ponygirl outfit; essentially naked, wearing only corset, heels, chastity
device and a few straps holding her in place. Once on, the only part of it that
came off during her weeklong stay in the stables, was the butt-plug, which came
out for her morning enemas and the numerous times during the day when Master
Robertson fucked her ass. Master Robertson not only loved pounding her ass, he
also had a truly enormous cock. Every time he entered Alice's ass, she thought
that she would split down the middle. It got a little better as time went by and
Alice's asshole was widened somewhat, but she never really got used to it, as
Master Robertson's cock was almost as thick as regular person's underarm and the
ass-fuckings felt like fistings. Another aspect of the ass-fuckings she hated,
was the fact that they turned her on in spite of the pain. Mistress Angela's had
made sure that her conditioning and training was such that she now got turned on
by having sex with big strong men. They didn't get much bigger and stronger than
Master Robertson, who in spite of his age was a very large and muscular guy, and
when his strong hands touched her she became aroused in spite of herself. When
his huge cock rammed up her ass one part of her writhed in pain, while the other
found the rhythm of the fucking and wanted more. It humiliated and confused her
enormously.
Most of her time at the stables, however, was consumed by pony training. Harsh
and demanding pony training. Master Robertson insisted that her every step as a
pony be a high step, lifting the leg up until the thigh was parallel to the
ground before extending the lower leg forward to complete the step. It was
immensely tiring for Alice and every little error in the execution of this
maneuver was punished by brutal use of Master Robertson's riding crop. After a
few sessions with Master Robertson this way of walking became so ingrained with
Alice that when her rotation at the stables ended and she returned to her duties
at the house, she would start by high stepping until corrected by Mistress
Angela.
After learning how to walk like a proper ponygirl, Alice was taught how to drag
sulkies and cart and even how to carry a rider on her back. The only one to ride
her was Mistress Angela, but most of the masters and mistresses in the house
used her for transporting them around the huge gardens in a cart of some sort.
Being a pony was much more physically demanding than being a slave maid and a
lot less rewarding. A slave maid Alice got some small measure of satisfaction at
seeing her betters getting off by using her. When she was a ponygirl all she
felt was the crack of the whip.
Her chastity device reached its full potential as a tool for tormenting the
sissy-slave when she was a ponygirl. The stimulation of the sleeve combined with
the physical exertion was a combination so powerful that it drove Alice wild.
The pumping movement of her legs increased the stimulation from the sleeve until
Alice was in a permanent state of "just-about-to-cum". A few minutes of running
with the sleeve providing stimulation robbed Alice's mind of the ability to
think properly. All she could think about was running and how much she would
like to cum and she only thought about running because it had been drilled so
hard into her head. When she ran she began to drool from lust, eventually
foaming at the mouth and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she became a
blind, unthinking beast just running, reacting only to the commands from the
reins and the whip. Master Robertson noticed this and decided to test just how
far gone she was when in this state. He strapped a cart onto Alice and took her
for run. After ten minutes Alice was in a frenzy of unfulfilled lust, drooling
and unseeing and Master Robertson steered her straight into a wall. Alice saw
nothing as her mind focused on the fire in her crotch and ran straight into the
wall at full speed, momentarily knocking herself out. Both Mistress Angela and
Master Robertson were delighted and as a consequence they changed her ponygirl
outfit. Instead of blinkers and a head-harness Alice now wore a tight-fitting
rubber helmet leaving only her mouth and nostrils free. The helmet not only
robbed her of sight, it also cut off her hearing completely so that Alice the
ponygirl now only responded to her reins and the crop. For an entire week at a
time she would be a blind and deaf beast, running around mindlessly as her
entire being focused on just two things: obedience and sexual frustration.
Mistress Angela found that it in time also improved Alice's behavior as a slave
maid. Running around for so long thinking almost exclusively about obeying made
Alice even more submissive than before, to the point where no order was too
extreme to be obeyed without hesitation. To see just how submissive Alice had
become Mistress Angela gave Alice a handful of large needle, thick and not very
sharp. Then she ordered her to stick them into herself a various points, all of
them very painful. Even though Alice was completely unbound, she obeyed without
hesitation. She obeyed even when the pain was so bad she threw up and after a
couple of minutes Alice had needles sticking out of her tits, her tongue, her
dick and her balls, the latter two still encased in their sleeve. Alice sat
kneeling before her Mistress, crying and retching from the pain, waiting for new
orders. As a final test Mistress Angela gave Alice a very sharp knife and
ordered her to castrate herself. Alice cried harder and her hands shook, but
there was no hesitation as she positioned the knife, ready to cut off her balls.
Mistress Angela had no interest in castrating Alice; she just wanted to see how
obedient she had become, so she stopped her there. Alice cried even harder now,
this time from relief.
Back at the stables Master Robertson found that Alice behavior as a fucktoy had
also improved. In her state of perpetual sexual arousal Alice now moved her ass
eagerly as he entered her. It further cemented what was now a passion for Alice:
being fucked up the ass. Though the pain was still bad, she had gone from hating
it to loving it, without having been granted a single orgasm.
A year after completing her "basic training" Alice had been reduced to a truly
submissive sissy-slave. Even Master Robertson, who had plenty of experience,
couldn't think of a more successful transformation. Alice was now unable to
think of anything else than obedience and lust for any length of time. All her
time was spent trying to be the most perfect little slave bitch, in the futile
hope that she might be granted an orgasm, something which never happened. All
day long the inside of her chastity sleeve was slick with cum and when she woke
up in the morning her balls ached from the lack of release. A few times the
thought that she might never be allowed to cum entered her pretty, little bimbo
head, but it was promptly banished as her slave mind told her that eventually
she would be rewarded and that in the meantime she should be thankful that
Mistress Angela would spend her time on such a useless sissy-whore as herself.
