I know, I know, but…

Mindy’s days continued to pass, flowing one into another without much to mark them.  With her de-education, she had lost track of the days of the week, the weeks of the year and the months as well.

The days were the same.  At 4 in the morning she would be awakened by the alarms in her mouth and crotch so she could crawl out of her kennel, the little cage that she was now locked into when she wasn’t serving another’s pleasure.  She still did her Pony exercise faithfully, all hitched up and running for all she was worth on the treadmill, but then the pattern had changed.

Mindy no longer had a job to go to, so now her days were consumed by taking care of her new Mistress.  Every day after her exercise, a short cold shower would revive her and after getting herself clean, she would dress in her maid’s uniform, feeling it lock on her body as it should.  Then she went into the kitchen to make her liquid meal with the blender, which she sucked on through the feeding tube in her gag while she prepared the Mistress’s breakfast.

Lately her “free time” had been taken up studying various websites about nutrition and how to cook.  She could see that it was an important skill for the Maid of the House to know.  She was no longer punished when she went to other websites, but she found that the words and letters made no sense to her anymore.  She could read scientific papers about nutrition, but she couldn’t read enough to navigate around a website dealing with banking and her bank accounts.

One day she had laboriously written out an email to the ChastiPermalock Corporation, requesting full disclosure of her status.  She wanted to know what she owned, who owned her, what was to be expected of her and what was to become of her possessions and her life.  It took some time for her to do so, as the letters on the keyboard and the letters on the screen didn’t match at all, and she had to write from memory of where the keys were on the keyboard.

More than anything she wanted copies of the legal documents so she could read them and find out what had happened and what was going to happen to her.  She honestly didn’t remember signing any contracts when she got her initial devices.

She made sure to show the email to Mistress Brenda, that way She would know what was going on.  Mistress smiled at her and typed a few things, changing a word here and there where Mindy had apparently messed up in her request.  Mistress Brenda knew what she wanted and would help her achieve it.

Her days were spent in one of two places, ChastiPermalock or at the apartment.  When at the corporation, she would do what she had been trained to do, service and be used by the various people there.  Her Mistress didn’t have any contact with her so Mindy was usually under tables in various parts of the building helping “relieve” the people who worked there.  She assumed that these were the Corporate Officers, but it didn’t matter to her.  They were body parts that demanded things from her, and that was all.

One thing changed in her life; when she was at the corporate offices she was forced to wear a full-face mask that had no features on it.  The eye holes were covered completely, there were soft curves around various parts of her face so that identifying parts were smooth and featureless.  From the front it looked like her head belonged to a mannequin with had no human identity.

She discovered when it was put on her face and locked on to her gag, it fit her very well.  It was molded on the inside to conform to the features she had, so there was no place that it did not fit perfectly.  The eyeholes that were covered were actually transparent to her, so she could see out.  Putting on this mask had also triggered something in the Bodyform that turned every part of her that was exposed paper white, to match the mask.

To someone who didn’t know, she now looked like a faceless mannequin with a wig on who could move.  Once again, her implants decided that they would make her like this and turned on to get her as horny as ever.

Being aroused and in need of an orgasm had become a normal state for her.  She was never able to get used to it, but she was allowed to orgasm when she used the Black Button option.  For ten hours a week she was allowed to feel and Feel and FEEL until she couldn’t hold off an orgasm.  Then it was back to being frustrated and forced to be so all the time.  She thought that sometimes she would go mad if she didn’t have the Black Button.

Her Mistress was able to use the remote to reward her and give her even higher stimulation, but there would invariably be a point where the stimulation would just *stop* and she would be left more frustrated than ever.

Occasionally her new Mistress also used the remote to override everything.  Once, Mindy was up on the post, in her arm binder, having a glorious session of pure pleasure unmixed with pain, when her Mistress decided that She needed to be served, and turned it all off.  Mindy was only about a half an hour into the program, and She shut it all down.  Mindy could have screamed, if she had been able to of course.

But it was also what she had asked for.

She didn’t mind being owned, but she was a bit disturbed by not knowing who her owner was.  The owner on the Internet had her scared silly, for that person could do anything to her that they wanted, and Mindy wouldn’t know about it until much later when the packages showed up or the guards from ChastiPermalock came over to force her into the implants.

There came a time when Mindy went home from the corporation with her mask on.  She was told by the lady who took care of the slaves at the corporation that it had been decided that she was to wear it for an extended period of time.  No voice, no breathing, no food, just like a living mannequin.

So Mindy walked home in her uniform, wearing a mask that made her look like a nothing, a non-person, with a collar on proclaiming her status as a slave, led on a leash by her Mistress.  Life couldn’t be more perfect in her mind.

She quietly submitted to doing all the housework.  Dressed as a maid, she simply fell into the routine of dusting, cleaning, washing the dishes and the clothes, spending all her time in her uniform.  She had no need to bathe since she didn’t sweat, all she could do is occasionally change her uniform and wash the one she had on previously.

The apartment wasn’t that big, so cleaning it took very little time out of her day.  She also discovered that when she cleaned every day, that she didn’t have to do as much each day. The second week of doing her duties every day, she was done with all the chores in two hours.  Since her Mistress hadn’t taken her to work today, she had nothing to do.

She thought about sitting down and just taking the day off, but the minute she sat at the only chair she was allowed to sit at, her computer chair, the printer started chattering and finally it spit a page out.

“Mindy,

You will not sit idly by and do nothing.  Starting tomorrow, you will offer your services to the people of your floor as a maid.  On the days that you are at home being a maid, if you finish your work early, you will go to those on your floor and clean their apartments.

You will print up fliers today offering this service to your neighbors and you will post them on the doors of every apartment on your floor.  Make sure you are clear that your services are free and that you are offering them to your neighbors as part of your slavery.

Your Owner”

Mindy started to shake slightly.  She knew that there was someone out there someplace who was controlling her life right now, and that it wasn’t Mistress Brenda as she was also owned by the Corporation.

With a slight slump of resignation, Mindy started typing out fliers offering her services.

She stood up with a creaking back, although she couldn’t groan or say anything.  508′s kitchen floor was a disgrace.  It looked like no one had ever bothered to wipe up a spill, much less actually mop it.

She had been ordered to clean it on her hands and knees, with her skirt in the air, so that the letch of a man who lived there could see up her short skirt to her ass.  Good thing both holes were solidly plugged, or sure as her name was scribed on her collar, he would have tried to take something from her.

She finished her work, stood up and surveyed the room.  The floor and counters were all gleaming, testament to her long hard work.  The rooms of the apartment were swept, tidied up and clean, vacuumed and dusted, everything put away.  The laundry was done and the walls spotless.  If she could have smiled she would have.

She turned and curtsied to the letch signifying that her work was done, just in time to see him toss a beer can over his shoulder.  She knew the drill, she was to go and pick it up, bending from the waist so that he could see her ass again.  She did so, balanced on her five inch heels, picked up the can and put it in the garbage that she was taking to the incinerator.  She curtseyed again as she left the apartment and was relieved to be out of there.

It had been two months.  Two months of having no face, with pure white skin, no scars, marks or blemishes of any kind anywhere on her body.  Even the scars that she had acquired from having her appendix removed had vanished in the Bodyform’s smoothing of her skin.

She had ten clients who apartments she kept spotless as well as her own.  She had absolutely no time to do anything except get up in the morning, exercise and then to begin cleaning.  She would clean for the next twelve hours, two to three apartments a day, every week.  She knew that they weren’t cleaning up after themselves since they had a maid to do it for them, but you would have thought that some of them would at least want to have clean dishes to eat on.

She kept her apartment clean now; it wasn’t any huge problem with one person to take care of.  Mindy had the routine down pat. She cleaned her own apartment in about an hour in the morning since she kept it that way, then it was off to work for everyone else.  Humiliation was part of the “standard” menu of her day, along with the Pony exercise and her mannequin maid style.  Then she would please her Mistress in any way She desired, sometimes inserting appliances in her oral chastity to pleasure Her.  Finally she was allowed to go into her kennel, it was barely big enough to hold her, there to sleep for the hour or two she was allowed.  Sometimes she was kept up all night, and since she didn’t require sleep, it let her get her Mistress’ meals made.

She wore the mask all the time, and her skin had been hardened to feel like plastic as well.  She was able to move easily, yet any time someone touched her, they invariably commented that she felt like plastic.  She would nod her head and get on with her work.

She hoped that her “owner” got amusement out of seeing her looking like a living doll wandering around doing chores since that was the extent of her life now.

She had received the papers she had asked for from the Corporation, but she couldn’t read them.  She knew that it was a matter of the nanobots, making her brain unable to translate what her eyes saw into words, and she was determined to wait it out.  There had to be a point where she would be allowed to read the contract she had agreed to, selling herself for a bunch of implants.

She tried to convey her need to Mistress Brenda, hoping that since the remote could “override everything”, that a button to restore her ability to read would be included.

She had wanted to be helpless, dependant on the owner for everything, from information about the world, to what she could and couldn’t access on the Internet and watch on TV.  It had backfired spectacularly since now she couldn’t speak or communicate in any manner with her ‘owner’ and she needed to see those legal documents.

She looked at the envelope that she thought contained the documents she requested, and knew that she was truly helpless.  She couldn’t even attempt to puzzle out what the letters spelled.  She looked at other envelopes to make sure that it was different, and every single address was a different pile of gibberish.  She wasn’t even able to differentiate between the recipients based on the babble she could see.

Mindy was very glad she at least knew where the mailbox and her apartment was located.  She wasn’t able to get into the apartment by reading the door tags any more.

Apparently the scrambling of her brain could be turned off for some things, as some sites on the Internet came through without being illegible, and she was able to type up the fliers for the building without a problem.

While she cleaned her own apartment, she turned on the TV to listen to whatever show was on.  In a few moments it became apparent that she wasn’t allowed to even hear things because the soap opera she had found was coming out as garbled language.  She sighed into her mask and turned off the TV to save on the electricity.

She wondered if it extended to the MP3s on her computer.  She discovered that one of the ‘improvements’ that the implants gave her was a permanent set of “ear buds” for an MP3 player.  Apparently there was a device on the PC that would let her download music to it, and then it would wirelessly broadcast that music to her ears.

She turned on the computer and struggled through finding the proper programs to activate the music she had missed so much.  Eventually by reasoning out what had been installed since the last time, she found the program that controlled the appliance.  She was quite pleased to discover that she was able to read the instructions understanding them and how to make selections easily, with relief she started moving music over to the play queue.

She kept an eye on the running total of time that she would be listening to the music for, and when she had ten hours of music selected, she put it on random shuffle, play through only once and then hit “play”.

Music came from everywhere around her.  She could hear it as though the concert was right in front of her, better than any stereophonic sound that she had ever heard.  She even noticed that when she faced the computer, it sounded as though the music was coming from it, and when she turned, the sound moved with her body motions.

The music was loud enough to block out most sound from around her, and she hoped that she would be able to hear commands as they came to her.  It would be nice if she came with a mute button.

She noticed a little window flashing at the bottom of the player.  She stepped closer and noticed a crawl of words, very small type.  She opened up the window more and saw “…slave. You enjoy being a slave. The Owner is the only one who can reward you. The Owner will reward you if you are good. Anything the Owner does to you is good….” She looked at the top of the window and noticed that it said “Subliminal commands activated” She tried turning it off with the various control selections, but she was unable to do so.

She looked over the command window and noticed that a lot of command functions were grayed out, meaning that she could not access them.  They were turned on to things like “subliminal programming”, “limited options”, “Slave restrictions in effect” and more.  She read through the help files and noted a few things.

First, she was the only one able to hear this music.  It was being broadcast on a frequency that only her implants would pick up. Now that she had selected the music and turned it on, she was unable to turn it off or change it.  She was also unable to turn off or alter the programming in any way.  She couldn’t even adjust the volume.  She was now very effectively deafened.

She shook her head at her own stupidity and turned to do more work.

Fortunately, when her Mistress talked to her, it did partially mute the music, enough so that her Mistress’ voice was easily discerned.  Mindy had been cleaning and dancing around the apartment.  She was slightly startled when her Mistress started talking to her.

“Mindy, I received some orders today that will require both of us tonight.  We are to have a BDSM scene.  So, after dinner, we are going to have some fun.”

Mindy nodded her head.  She had been hoping and wondering when all those beautiful toys would be used.  Finally, it was time.  With the cameras hidden around the apartment, someone was going to get a wonderful show.  She hoped that he had fun playing with himself.

She finished her work and made dinner while the music played and the subliminal program ran.  She knew it was running in the background because there was something just on the bare edge of her consciousness that sounded like speech, but she could never make it out.

Once she had served dinner to Mistress, she went around and started laying out the items that could be used on her.  She pulled out all the restraints, cuffs, ankle shackles, arm binders and chains, a harness and the straitjacket.  She next set out a smallish table that had all the floggers on it, heavy thuddy ones, light little stingy ones and horsehair and soft floggers.  Next to those were the whips and other singletails.  Finally, trembling she set the crops and canes out to really stripe and mark her flesh.

She checked over the various restraint devices, the pillory, the St. Andrew’s Cross, the inversion boots, and the Pole.  She made sure all was ready and waiting for her Mistress.

She laid out Mistress’ outfit with the same precision.  There was a corset, a pair of black satin panties to match the corset, some half boots with 4 inch heels, a pair of gloves and a set of stockings.  While She had never worn them before, Mindy knew the “type” that would want to see Her dressed up.  So Mindy was determined to please the watcher with the perfection of the show.

When Mistress had finished her meal, Mindy helped Her get ready.  They went into the bathroom and Mindy stripped Her down to the skin, pinning Her hair up and putting it under a shower cap.  She then gave Mistress a bath, making sure to wash everything thoroughly.  She was getting aroused tending her Lady this way.  If those damned implants weren’t in the way, she would be dripping herself.

Once the bathing was done, she helped Mistress to dry and get ready.  She helped Her into the various components of Her costume and laced the corset so that it was firm and snug without binding or restricting Her movements too terribly.

Mistress then took Mindy into where she would get changed.  Taking up the remote, she canceled everything, and unlocked it all.  The implants fell out of her vagina and anus, the mask and her oral plug popped out, the Bodyform reset to her normal skin tone.  Mistress ordered her to take all the clothing she had on off and hang it up properly and stood supervising as she did so.

Mindy so wanted to play with herself, but she knew that she would be punished if she did so.  When Mistress ordered her to present her hands and then locked matching cuffs on them, Mindy had a wordless hope that maybe she would not be put back in the rest of her normal attire just yet.

Mistress looked so strong standing there in her “uniform”.  Not like the fantasy SS Officer, but more like a very high-class woman of the evening.  She had picked up and was holding a switch in her hand tapping it over and over in her opposite hand, as though She was waiting for a reason to hit Mindy with it.

Mindy finished securing the cuffs on her wrists, waiting for the telltale ‘snap’ of the locks closing securing themselves on her wrists.  Once those had sealed, leaving no visible seams, she did the same to her ankles.  Mistress used the switch to pick up a short length of cable and Mindy hastened to touch the ends to the insides of the ankle cuffs, where the metal turned to a liquid for a moment allowing the cable ends to be secured inside the cuffs.  Mistress nodded and grabbed Mindy’s arm and shoved her over to the St. Andrew’s Cross.

It took a lot of control for Mindy, but she turned and planted her face just above the crossing of the arms of the Cross.  She reached as high as she was able to on the cross and touched her cuffs to the Cross’ body, and when she pulled back a bit, there was a thin strand of metal going from the cuffs to the cross.  It only allowed for about an inch of slack, however, and when Mindy pulled on it with all her might, she rose off the floor.

Mistress smiled and touched the cable between her ankles to the floor, where apparently a similar process happened, for soon Mindy was immobilized against the Cross.

She didn’t have her plugs in, nor did she have the gag in her mouth, so when Mistress’ switch cut through the air and landed on her vulnerable buttocks, she couldn’t help but yelp.  No pain came from the speaking out, so Mindy assumed that she was going to be allowed to scream.

And scream she did.   For over an hour Mistress used the switch all over Mindy’s body, She didn’t care if they were sensitive the more Mindy screamed the happier the Mistress became.  After a through striping of her behind, her back was attended to equally carefully.  Her ass and back felt thick and throbbed with each beat of her heart.  Next her thighs and the backs of her legs were covered in red welts, along with the inner thighs.  When she was swatted on the calves Mistress thought of some more ideas to be tried on Mindy.

She used the remote that was still hanging on her belt, and the cable between Mindy’s ankles started to grow longer and become very stiff.  Soon Mindy’s ankles were pushed further than shoulder width, exposing every bit of tender flesh to Mistress’ switch.  Over and over the leather-clad switch rose and knifed through the air, to land with a sickening ‘pop’ on her flesh.  Again and again, the pain blossomed like a bright ember.  Over and over Mindy yelled in pain, and over and over, her body betrayed her by getting even more aroused by the intensity of the pain, the sound of the switch screaming through the air and the thought of how all of this must look to the watcher.

Eventually, Mistress switched to a more conventional flogger, one with a lot of “thud” to it.  The individual tails were relatively large, about 1/4 of an inch or so, and since there were so many of them, when the flogger tails hit her back, the sensation was more like a slap or punch than a bunch of thin strips hitting her. Yet each blow threatened to open her swollen back now crimson and in agony.  Finally the endorphins were shooting through her brain and Mindy found herself high as a kite, giggling and weeping at the same time.

Mistress dragged her down from the Cross at last, and marched her over to the pillory.  She locked Mindy in its embrace, and lowered the central pole so that Mindy was forced to bend at the waist, and a small brace was place to hold and support her.  That’s when the fucking machine was pulled out, and dildos were inserted into Mindy’s backside and vagina.

Now that both holes had been thoroughly and completely filled by the dildos, Mistress was adjusting the machine, both of them up.  The dildo machine was designed to fuck her in either hole, and in this case it was to be in both at the same time.  Mistress made a few more adjustments to the machine as and then started it up.

Immediately Mindy knew she was in trouble.  She was being taken in both her passages, the vagina being taken long and deeply, and the anus being taken shallowly and quickly.  The dildo in her ass would penetrate her five times for every full pass of the dildo in her vagina, and Mindy knew she wouldn’t be able to take much of it before she would become mindless with pleasure.

Mistress walked around in front of Mindy, and knelt down to show her the remote.  Mindy was able to read on the remote “Orgasm Denial while Fucking:  Off”.  Mistress pushed the button on the remote, and Mindy really understood she was in severe peril, for Mistress had just turned on the ability for an orgasm while Mindy was being taken.

She had her first orgasm very quickly after that, in fact, only a matter of minutes later.  She was panting and horse, still high from the flogging she had received.  Mistress stood up and had started using the same flogger, not as hard, on her back and the front of her torso and her nipples while being taken by the machine.

Soon Mindy was screaming in ecstasy.  The orgasm had been building for a long time in her and it was good to be able to feel it for the first time in so very long.  That’s when she realized that she was having her first orgasm as a girl would feel it by being taken, a goal that she had been after for most of her life.

Hard on the heels of that orgasm, another started building.  The combination of the nipple play, the helplessness, being taken by the dildos and Mistress being there, soon had her orgasming again.  Once again her voice spiraled higher again and yet again.

Soon, she was incapable of thinking, just feeling the anal fucking, the vaginal fucking and the slaps of the flogger on her nipples.  Her waist was being held in place by a brace that she had been bent over, or she would have been pulling out of those dildos long before this.

The sensations went on and on, and soon her mind couldn’t take it anymore, and she blacked out.

When she awoke, her plugs were back in her, both vagina and ass.  Her oral chastity was back in her mouth again, filling it and making her jaws ache, but feeling so welcome after going without it.  She grunted and was once again ‘rewarded’ with a stinging sensation on her tongue, the roof of her mouth and part way down her throat, as if millions of bees had all decided to sting her all at once in every area in her mouth.

She smiled happily into her gag.  That’s when she realized that she was in her special hidey-hole under the bed with only her head sticking out.  She had a long dildo attachment on her mouth gag and that dildo was currently buried in Mistress’ pussy.  She could taste her Mistress through the various sensors on the dildo and in her mouth, and she was very happy to service Mistress while she slept.

It was heaven to gently take her Mistress all night long.  Mindy couldn’t think of a better way to live her life.

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Mini-Biography:  Joy is a transvestite who has been using her stories as a form of therapy. At this point she has no desire to undergo the full transition, but that might change some day. Read more about her story at My Story on this site.

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