Year end review

"Step into my office, Bitch Maid." You curtsey, as is customary, before walking in. Your rubber French Maid uniform is so short a curtsey shows off your bare shrunken sack and limp clit and your Master Daddy as you blush and lower your eyes, as is customary.

"I'm sure your anxious to get to the end to find out if you have earned another year of employment...or a lifetime of torment. But alas, I am a **** to formality." Don't you know it? Every day, from morning to night is a litany of rituals. Arise, make your bed tight enough to bounce a quarter off, take your pills, then do squats and kegels for an ample ass tight enough to bounce a quarter off or for you to keep a quarter in, then you shower and change into your uniform, all before you begin Master Daddy's morning routine.

Master Daddy is to be awoken with a blowjob and a glass of orange juice. A mediocre job ends up with you wearing the orange juice, a good job ends up you wearing his cum, a great job ends up with you swallowing his seed and making sugary sweet sissygasm squirts onto his silk sheets, and a great job has him holding calls until lunch and pounding your sissy cunt so hard you do the afternoon chores walking bowlegged, albeit with a blissful blush. You long figured out the only difference between these was his mercurial mood and what kind of mess you have to clean later, but you pretend to be appropriately surprised with whatever mess he gives you to clean, as is customary.

Your day follows by preparing breakfast for Master Daddy while he showers then meeting him back upstairs to dry him off. Some days he pulls you into the showers and pins you against the tile, fucking you hard and hit under the steamy spray. You are grateful for those mornings, as much as you despise him, and for the fact that your uniform is waterproof. Anything for that momentary escape from the guilt and hate and dread sloshing around in your tension twisted guts. Afterwards you will follow Master Daddy downstairs for his breakfast blowjob, which always ends the same ways as his wake up blowjob, as is customary.

Your morning is spent dusting, mopping, laundry, doing dishes, and every other chore you were always "too tired" to do as a boy. Occasionally Master Daddy will see you on his way out the door and find you particularly fetching while on all fours scrubbing floors, or bent over a sink full of dishes, or loading his dirty underwear into the washer and you will get to enjoy your face sliding in lemon fresh floor wax, taking in the odors of stale syrup and ageing eggs, or the earthy musk of your Master Daddy's ball crust. Either way you do your best to continue working while Master Daddy does his chore of fucking you like he's trying to get you pregnant. And you've got to hand it to him, everytime he unloads in your cunt, you give birth to a squirty little runt. Then you PLOP in a spare buttplug to prevent further messes and get back to work, as is customary.

The afternoon is where things get interesting, after preparing a healthy salad it is time to do yardwork. You will never get used to the stares, catcalls and slurs tossed your way as you pull weeds, water the rosebush, wax the car, or other tasks all seemingly designed to expose as much of your supple skin as possible to neighbors, strangers and local toughs. Of course your Master Daddy always tells you to "be neighborly", and you are always all too willing to oblige. Whether it's crotchety old Mr. Roberts glad to see you finally doing chores and offering a nice tall glass of his cock to cool you down. Or maybe Marq'wess, Vinnie, and Dwayne playing wanna be hoodlums and "gang ****" your hungry holes while you beg them to stop, before you forget the game and beg them to fuck your harder, earning three sissygasms for the price of one. Or maybe a piece of strange from a stranger, the added thrill of terror in not knowing what they'll do if they see your sissy secret flopping around. Whatever happens, when you're all spent you remember to thank them for lending you sugar and go back to your chores, as is customary.

Evening is a little more relaxed in that by the time you have fixed your Master Daddy's feast, and settled under the table to give him his nightly foot job, which usually results in his nightly blowjob, and if he's feeling especially generous, pulling you up on top of the table and fucking you for dessert. Either way you will sweetly kiss his ring, curtsey and clear the table, as is customary.

Of course there is some variety. If Slade is visiting you can add, bullying, humiliation, and thankfully way more fucking for a week or two. It's always harder to get chores done then, but so much more rewarding. Similarly Master Daddy will sometimes lend you out to colleagues or clients. They always insist you call them Daddy as well, and they always have voracious and cruel appetites. You never get much cleaning done, but they don't seem to mind. And more than once you've seen their loser sons or nephews being led down in your basement for "tutoring" after your time with them. You guess Master Daddy has a side business in sissy grooming, but you never say a word, as is customary.

And so, wordlessly, you wait while Master Daddy lists off your year, the ups and downs, ins and outs, and the in betweens. Finally he finishes and you hold your breath..."And so in conclusion, I have decided in my infinite mercy to not only extend your employment for an additional trial year, but to include a bonus...I was thinking double F's, but I could be persuaded to go up to double G's."

Your back aches just imagining it, but your cunt aches imagining how many more times Master Daddy will finish inside you if his blowjob begins between your bouncing bimbo tits. You crawl under his desk and begin "persuading" him for the upgrade you know he wants. As he grunts and pulls you up on the desk to put his "seal" on your year end review you kiss him on the lips in thanks only for him to slap you back...

As is customary...