First Full Day as Live-In Sissy Slut

Eva woke inside the crate at 5:29 a.m., one minute before the lights automatically rose to a soft rose glow. The inflatable sleep-trainer plug had kept her gently stretched and pulsing all night; her hole fluttered around it like a heartbeat. The new pink silicone cage with its internal PA prong had shrunk her even further (barely two inches now, locked and useless), and the rose brand on her left cheek throbbed in perfect rhythm with the healing tramp stamp above it. Drool had soaked the satin pillow; the pacifier gag was slick. She whimpered, a soft, needy puppy sound that echoed in the metal bars.

The crate door clicked open from the outside. Mistress stood over her in a sheer black robe, nipples dark against the silk, hair tousled from sleep, the key ribbon dangling between her breasts like a promise. She didn’t speak (she rarely did first thing in the morning). She simply unbuckled the gag, unclipped the leash from the crate’s built-in ring, and pointed to the floor. Eva crawled out on all fours, knees spreading automatically, the 6-inch bedroom heels (locked on last night) clicking softly on the heated marble.

The day began exactly as the new schedule demanded.

5:35 – Enema station.

Mistress buckled Eva over the padded bench in the master bath, removed the sleep plug with a wet pop, and filled her with two quarts of warm, lightly scented water. Eva held it while Mistress brushed her teeth, counted to three hundred aloud in her breathy upper register, then released in the bidet under Mistress’s watchful gaze. Clean inside and out. “Good slut,” Mistress murmured, the first words of the day, and Eva’s caged clit leaked a single grateful drop.

5:50 – Hormones and breakfast shake.

Three pink pills this time (the dose had been increased again). Eva swallowed them dry, then knelt, mouth open, while Mistress poured the thick vanilla-protein mix into the baby bottle. She suckled greedily, eyes locked on Mistress’s bare pussy just inches away, the scent making her dizzy. When the bottle was empty, Mistress wiped Eva’s mouth with her thumb and fed the thumb to her. Eva licked it clean like it was cum.

6:00 – Makeup and dressing.

Mistress did it herself today (a rare treat). Eva sat perfectly still at the vanity while foundation, contour, and highlighter turned her face into porcelain. Smoky rose shadow, three coats of mascara, liner sharp enough to cut glass. Lipstick: a wet-look cherry that matched the brand on her ass. Hair in high pigtails with pink ribbons. Then the uniform of the day:

A micro-maid dress in glossy black PVC and white lace, so short the tramp stamp and rose brand were fully visible when she bent even slightly. White lace apron tied in a perfect bow at the small of her back. Sheer white thigh-highs with ruffled tops. No panties (never panties anymore). The locked 6-inch clear platform heels with ankle straps that read SLUT in rhinestones. A tiny lace cap pinned to her pigtails. Finally, the new name tag dangling from her collar: EVA – MOMMY’S LIVE-IN SISSY SLUT.

6:45 – Morning worship.

Mistress sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread. Eva crawled between them and spent twenty slow minutes licking, sucking, and worshipping until Mistress came twice (once on her tongue, once grinding hard against her face, smearing release across Eva’s perfect makeup). “Don’t clean it,” Mistress ordered. “Wear Mommy’s cum all day.”

7:00 – Chores, phase one.

Mistress worked from home on Fridays. Eva’s job was to serve and stay visible. She dusted the penthouse on all fours, feather duster in mouth, the plug (now a medium stainless egg with a tail of pink feathers) swaying with every crawl. Every time she passed Mistress’s desk, she paused, arched her back, and presented. Mistress would reach down without looking, tug the PA prong once, and continue typing. By 9:00 a.m. Eva was a leaking, trembling mess.

9:30 – Online classes.

Seated at the pink desk in the sissy suite, camera on from the waist up. The maid cap and collar were clearly visible; classmates had stopped asking questions weeks ago. Eva answered in her high, breathy voice while the feather-tail plug buzzed on a random pattern. She came hands-free twice during the lecture (silent, ruined dribbles into a pink pad beneath her chair). Mistress watched on the monitor and sent a single text: Good slut.

12:00 – Lunch service.

Eva prepared a light salad for Mistress (on her knees, cutting vegetables with cuffed wrists). Then her own meal: another protein shake poured into a dog bowl on the floor. She lapped it up while Mistress ate at the table, one heeled foot occasionally pressing the cage against Eva’s belly, smearing the mess.

1:00 – Afternoon training block.

Posture bar strapped to her back, book on head, walking endless circles in the locked heels while reciting mantras:

“I am Mommy’s live-in sissy slut.”

“My holes exist for pleasure.”

“My clit belongs in its pretty cage.”

Every wobble earned five strokes with the crop across the rose brand. By the end, Eva’s ass was a lattice of pink welts framing the permanent mark.

3:00 – Milking and inspection.

On the exam table in the master bath, legs in stirrups, cage unlocked for the first time all day. Mistress milked her slowly (three fingers in her pussy, thumb tugging the PA prong, vibrator on the perineum). Eva sobbed and begged, hips bucking, but release was ruined again (collected in a crystal shot glass). Mistress painted the fresh cum across the tramp stamp like gloss, then locked the cage and inserted the largest plug yet (thick, knotted silicone with a remote inflater). One pump every hour until bedtime.

5:00 – Guest arrival.

The doorbell chimed. Mistress had invited two women (close friends, both dominant, both aware). Eva greeted them at the door on her knees, mouth open, tongue out like a welcome mat. She served drinks, crawled under the table to lick shoes, and spent an hour as living furniture (back arched, used as a footrest while the women chatted and laughed). When one guest idly inflated the plug two extra pumps, Eva squealed into the carpet and leaked helplessly.

8:00 – Dinner service.

Mistress hosted an intimate dinner for the same guests. Eva served naked except for heels, collar, cage, and plug (the feather tail swapped for a jewel that matched her lipstick). She ate from a bowl on the floor (steak cut into tiny pieces, no hands). Dessert was Mistress’s pussy again, this time while the guests watched and applauded.

10:00 – Public display walk.

Mistress leashed Eva, threw a sheer black cape over her shoulders (it hid nothing), and took her down to the private resident lounge on the top floor. At this hour it was nearly empty, but two couples were sipping wine. Mistress sat on a velvet sofa, pulled Eva across her lap, and spanked her slowly (twenty on each cheek) while narrating Eva’s entire transformation: the failing grade, the hormones, the piercings, the tattoo, the brand, the move-in. Eva sobbed “Thank you, Mommy” with every strike, the tramp stamp and rose brand on full display. One of the watching men adjusted himself openly; his partner laughed and took a photo. Eva came hands-free again, ruined and dripping onto Mistress’s thigh.

11:30 – Final ritual.

Back in the penthouse, Mistress bathed Eva like a doll (warm water, scented soap, careful around the healing ink and brand). She dried her, oiled every inch, then dressed her for bed in a sheer pink babydoll that left the cage, plug, and marks exposed. The cage was cleaned but left locked. The plug inflated to its maximum safe size (Eva’s eyes rolled back as it seated). Wrists and ankles cuffed to the four corners of the new bed (no more crate tonight; live-in sissy sluts slept spread-eagle for easy access).

Mistress climbed over her, straddling her chest, and lowered herself onto Eva’s waiting tongue one last time. She rode slowly, luxuriously, until she came with a soft sigh, flooding Eva’s mouth. Then she leaned down, kissed Eva’s cum-smeared lips, and whispered:

“This is your life now, puppy. Every day. Forever.”

She slipped the pacifier gag back in, turned off the lights, and left Eva bound, plugged, branded, tattooed, caged, and utterly, perfectly owned.

The first full day as Mommy’s live-in sissy slut was complete.

To be continued…