Life as Ms. K's sissy maid

It's been a year since Ms. K turned you from a - cuckolded and mocked - husband into her personal maid. Heather didn't seem to mind your departure at all, and neither did Connor. In fact, the last time you saw Heather, the only time she bothered saying anything to you was when she wanted you to fetch her a drink from the fridge.

As for your new owner (no other word seems to fit), Ms. K, she's completely merciless in dealing with you. Right from the beginning, she let you know in no uncertain terms that any disobedience or lapse would be punished severely.

Your first attempt at cleaning her house from top to bottom, in which you were promised five swats across the ass for each mistake, resulted in Ms. K paddling your ass for what felt like an eternity while you cried like a little girl. Since then, your skills in housework have improved drastically, and by now, it's rare that Ms. K has a good reason to punish you.

From the beginning, Ms. K has only allowed you to wear a skimpy, fetishistic maid outfit, and she's **** you to learn to use make-up and other feminine grooming tools to make you as girly as possible.

On top of that, Ms. K has been putting mysterious supplements into your food, which seem to work similar to hormones, only with greatly exaggerated effects. These days, your body doesn't seem able to grow the slightest amount of hair aside from on top of your head, your tiny penis no longer grows erect no matter how aroused you are, and your whole body shape feels subtly more feminine.

Your mind is just as transformed as your body; after breaking your spirit, Ms. K has gradually instilled an absolute obedience in you. You no longer hesitate to answer the door dressed like a slutty maid, or to drop to your knees at a moment's notice to give head to anyone that Ms. K wants you to - male or female.

As the leader of the Mandingo Society, Ms. K has quite a few guests, most either hung men of various ethnicities, or gorgeous women with stunning bodies. It's rare that the women will show much interest in you aside from flipping up your skirt and laughing at your tiny pantied penis... the men on the other hand, pay you lots of attention.

Once Ms. K catches any man checking you out, she makes it clear that you're there to fulfill any needs that they might have; you've ended sucking nearly every cock that's entered Ms. K's house, and a great number of them have roughly fucked your ass as well.

Even Simon has come by a few times to use your holes; he seems to get off on knowing that after taking your woman from you, he's even taking part in the trampling of your last shreds of masculinity.

You do still have one reliable source of pussy though; Ms. K's. You've lost track of how many times you've gone down on her by now. She makes you slurp out every last drop of cum that her many lovers frequently pump into her pussy, and it's hard to say if you've guzzled more semen from her cunt or from the original sources...

Though she's long since broken you, Ms. K never fails to mock you as you service her pussy, laughing at you over the fact that your own tiny dick doesn't even get hard anymore.

Just recently, when she felt particularly cruel, Ms. K spread her legs in front of you, and offered to let you fuck her if you could pop a boner.

You stood between her legs, tensing your muscles desperately to try to get some blood flowing into your limp impotent pecker, but the only thing that eventually happened was you weakly squirting some dribbles of semen onto Ms. K's lower body after your flexing made your pelvis bounce up and down too much.

You had to clean it up with your tongue, and as a punishment for getting your pathetic sissy seed on her, Ms. K made you fetch her a paddle so she could turn your ass bright red while mocking you for cumming so easily.

Events like that are your life now. You've given up on trying to defy the mysterious black goddess, knowing that disobeying her makes things worse, and accepting your place is far easier on you - and your behind.