This is a sequel to 'Chained'.
The Story
Josephine Collier finishes her breakfast, eggs benedict. The cooking skills of her house girl seem to improve with each meal. Hours of instructional videos and an ingrained desire to please have brought enthusiasm to the task.
“Very good, Jamie.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
“You look pretty this morning... and you have not yet done your hair and makeup.”
Jamie blushes with the compliment. Not finding words, hands go the hem of his dress left and right, fanning out to the sides, legs bending. The head lowers and there comes a dip, a perfect curtsy in response. Josephine smiles in hearing his long chain rattle on the tiling of the kitchen floor. Her house girl with a penis is so nicely conditioned to serve and please.
“I’m taking Rex to the vet, this morning.”
“But it’s snowing, Miss Josie. There may be trouble,” Jamie genuinely worried about she who is adored... both providing and protecting.
“This is Maine, Jamie. You can expect snow weekly. And flurries come and come. I cannot wait until Springtime. Rex needs to be checked over... and at a minimum have his teeth cleaned.”
Miss Josie rises from the table.
“Eat your breakfast. Lots of butter. You know I want you soft and plump. I’m going to shower. And you’re to look pretty, Jamie... even though I’ll be gone for most of the day. It’s important.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I must act like a girl... think like a girl... look like a girl.”
Miss Josie nods and smiles... wonting to add to the mantra... ‘be fucked like a girl’. But that’s no longer a matter for discussion. Jamie will bend and spread for her anywhere, any time. That aspect of the months of brainwashing no longer need to be edified. Penetration is not only acceptable but desired.
Arms extend, left hand and right go to the bare chest, fingers tweaking the nipples. Jamie girlishly giggles, finding sensitivity normally deprived the male gender. He has come to covet his Master’s touch.
“Hair and makeup,” releasing her sensuous grasp and turning away. “And there’s much laundry to keep you busy.”
There is. Snow storm expected, the previous day the owner of the Collier Preserve spent many hours in work clothes, assuring the supply of firewood was adequate and accessible, moving much to the back porch where even a blizzard would not inhibit access to a supply of heat. As always, Jamie slight of physique, denied any exercise, fattened over the many weeks of captivity, looked on in envy as owner Josephine Collier labored as would a brawny lumberjack, her strength and stamina imposing.
Later, baring herself of her sweat laden clothes, Jamie went to his knees. Ostensibly to gather the soiled garb he bowed his head and licked her perspiration. Ankles, calves, thighs... hands denied further oral worship.
Such devotion... such adoration.
As a good maid, Jamie cleans the table and does the dishes. Then comes his own breakfast, quick and insalubrious. Pancakes... slathered with butter... seemingly floating in syrup.
Miss Josie wants him fattened. He so much wants to oblige.
Meal completed, Jamie gathers up some slack in his long chain, knowing to guide the links, moving as gracefully as possible in the tight corset and long dress. In walking he feels the sizable anal insertion, his buttocks squishing with abundant lubrication.
Miss Josie wants him to always feel prepared for spontaneous penetration. It humbles. The constant sense of vulnerability tames any remaining male bravado.
Up the stairs, to his bedroom, the makeup table and mirror beckon. After months of training and indoctrination, Miss Josie no longer has to advise him concerning his presentation... he wants to look pretty... wants to be effeminate... wants to please.
A charming lavender dress today, Jamie does his nails to match, pleased to find a shade of lipstick as well. He styles his hair. Long and getting longer, Master Josephine Collier keeps hers short, readily slicked back when doing the rugged work of maintaining a house of size in the seclusion of the Maine forest. Jamie marvels at her many skills, plumbing, carpentry, even rewiring the old house before his capture.
As he gives his hair a final prink, Miss Josie enters, clothed to venture into a Maine winter, jeans and work boots.
“I’ll be many hours, Jamie. To clean Rex’s teeth he will require anesthesia which means waiting for it to wear before returning. Meanwhile, I’ll do some shopping... pick up the mail. But the snow will make for a slow drive, so I may be most of the day,” Miss Josie strolling to stand behind, hands smoothing over Jamie’s bare shoulders. “Remember, the cell phone is only for contacting the Forest Service... in an emergency. You recall the futility of using it for escape.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry Ma’am.”
“And don’t get any ideas about using the computer. If you were to hack into it... getting by the password... there will be no internet service. The satellite dish is covered in snow. I’ll need to go up on the roof and clear it off after the storm passes. And that’s if I have a need... which I don’t.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“And I’ll be checking on your penis when I return,” hand going to her pocket to retrieve a small ultraviolet light. “You don’t want those little titties clamped,” flashing the light to make her point.
“Oh, no Ma’am.”
Detection paste applied as always during morning toilet, disobedient fingers will glow, instantly betraying any furtive attempt at masturbation... self pleasure. House girl and sex slave Jamie Hoffstadt is to expunge his male essence... balance his raging hormones... in only one manner... a ruined orgasm while enduring a deep pegging.
Miss Josie steps to the door, turning with one last advisement.
“There’s plenty of food for your lunch. Do not prepare dinner for me. I don’t know how late I will be. Treat yourself to lots of ice cream. You know how much I like to see your buttocks grow. And leave in place your anal plug... unless of course you want to go to a bigger size... a number eight. I think you’d like that,” Miss Josie chuckling.
Jamie sheepishly smiles with the taunt. He has come to crave the curious sensation of prostate manipulation. And Miss Josie has convinced him it is best for his health.
For the first time since entering captivity in September, Jamie will be left alone, not even loyal dog Rex for company and protection while Miss Josie shopped. He reflects. Three months ago the threat of flight was mitigated by the lack of appropriate clothing, practical footwear for traversing the harsh gravel of the road, and Rex, trained to herd barnyard animals... and wayward captives.
Now there are winter garments waiting to be laundered and available to be commandeered ... along with work boots drying at the fireplace... and no Rex. Should Jamie somehow free himself of the long corset chain making him one with the house, he could reasonably flee.
Then he glances at himself in the mirror. He is now a girl... acting like a girl... thinking like a girl... looking like a girl. Being pegged like a girl, he ruefully adds... envisioning those in the lesbian instruction video.
No, putting aside the weather, the risks of flight, including falling into the clutches of Deputy Sheriff Brenda, are too great... his mind concluding the benefits minimal.
Such a charming smile, Jamie beams, peering into the mirror.
Time for this pretty house girl to do laundry.
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