0 comments/ 58450 views/ 4 favorites An Ever Changing Life By: Helenthemaid I was wearing a ultra short black leather mini skirt, a tight leopard print low cut top, which revealed my cleavage entrapped by my pink lacy bra (with matching panties). The straps of my 6 inch leopard stiletto heels were securely padlocked around my ankles. Recently I had been often going to the local park dressed in suggestive clothing such as this and sitting on a bench across from the snack kiosk. I would already have placed a handcuff key close to a bench just by the main kiosk, and then I would go sit a short distance away. From out of my handbag, I would nervously take my packet of cigarettes and light one to calm my nerves. Sometimes the call to my mobile came quickly and suddenly. At other times I might be sat here for hours on end. Whenever the call came it was my cue to take the two pairs of cuffs out of my handbag, quickly secure my heels together and then struggle to handcuff my wrists behind my back. I then would then work up the nerve to get up off the bench and walk while chained to retrieve the key from the kiosk. I had chained my ankles together allowing me to walk in a ladylike fashion, but unable to stride out or run, and began the journey towards the kiosk. When I reached the bench there was no key. I immediately had a panic attack – I continued to look for the key when the employee's door opened and four young women came out. They asked if I were looking for something – I knew I had been caught - they had seen me before on the security cameras and were ready for me. One girl waved the missing key in my direction. 'Looking for this sweetie? She then finished her cigarette, put my key in her pocket and went back inside the kiosk. The remaining girls told me how cute I looked and that they hoped I would enjoy my new life as a woman - they were not returning the key and they were going to call security if I did not leave. I hid in the outdoor ladies toilet. After 2 hours and still securely locked in my ankle chains, I finally called my wife to come and rescue me - when she arrived she demanded to know just what was going on. I told her everything about my crossdressing history and what I was secretly doing during the week. I told her my about my entire clothing and bondage stash and she just sat there without saying a word for a very long time. Then she said that she had known all along and had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to teach me how to be her submissive ladyboy slave. Then she found my ball gag and proceeded to put it on me and then she locked it tight. She told me to stay outside her car. I obeyed. She got back out with extra handcuffs and shackles. She told me to meet her back at the bench near the kiosk. She drove her car to the end of car park and waited for me to walk over. I knew that this was getting into a serious situation. When I got to the bench she told me to sit down and then she used the handcuffs and shackles to chain me to the bench. She said if I wanted to be a woman then she was going to help me. I was now securely fastened to the bench. She then returned to her car, turned around and said "Have a nice life you pathetic little worm, from now on you are going to be my permanent housemaid whore" and then she got in her car and drove off leaving me totally helpless and stranded. Later the women came back out for a cigarette break and then called security who called the police. They arrived and unlocked the cuffs attached to the bench but were unable to remove my original bondage and ball gag because they did not use standard keys. I was given a caution and told to leave the area. I had no way to remove my gag and I had to walk the 5 miles home in my 6 inch padlocked heels. It took me nearly three and a half hours to arrive home and when I finally entered, the house was in darkness. I found a note on the table stating that we were through as a couple and she would start my whore training the following week. As long as I would be an obedient girl, she would not reveal all my personal detail and advertise me as a willing slut on the internet. My Punishment I went to the kitchen drawer where I kept an emergency key hidden away, but only found another note saying that I looked really great in chains and that I would have to wear them for a little while longer. The note stated that from now on I would be living life that way for the rest of my life. I was exhausted and fell asleep on the settee that night. The next morning I started cutting my way out of the gag (it took all morning). I found that my wife had taken all the tools that would have made my task so much simpler. By now I was feeling very vulnerable and extremely chastised. But now I was about to discover just exactly what my punishment was going to be. When I entered my bedroom I found that every item of men's clothing I owned had been removed, and replaced with my collection of women's clothes – now hung up in my wardrobe on full display. In addition, she had also added a few items of very provocative patent leather and pvc mini- skirts and several extremely revealing low cut blouses. When I looked in my former sock drawers I discovered that she had left me all her lingerie, stockings and tights and another note saying that I would not need any men's clothes any more now that I was a woman. The note went on to say that I was to meet her wearing the clothes, make up, jewellery and wig that she had prepared for me in the spare bedroom. If I did not comply then she would release all my details to everyone I knew - including family, friends and work colleagues. As I approached the spare bedroom with trepidation not knowing just how far my wife was intending to utterly humiliate me, I spotted a little parcel in front of the bedroom door. So far she had completely embarrassed me for hours in public – just what did she have in mind? I picked up the package and on the back was yet another message – Wear This Before You Enter the Spare Bedroom!! With trembling fingers I opened the package to discover a combination steel chastity device complete with 7 inch pink butt plug, tight testicle pouch, and thin yet sturdy pink leather straps, belt and padlock. Knowing that my wife was deadly serious about revealing me to all and sundry, I had no choice but to bend over and insert the plug up my rectum and then encapsulate my balls. Finally I inserted my penis into the steel tube. I put on the belt and clipped the pink straps to the D ring which was designed to be behind my back. Finally, as instructed, I pressed the padlock behind my back firmly shut and now I was utterly at her mercy. I entered the spare bedroom. Laid out on the bed, the outfit I was to wear left nothing to the imagination. A bright crimson basque with matching lacy panties, black fishnet stockings, an extremely short black pvc mini skirt. a very long black wavy wig, drop earrings, bright red nail varnish and 6" stiletto heeled, thigh high, patent black leather boots. She had also left me false eyelashes to wear. The makeup I had to apply was heavy blue eye shadow, black eyeliner and mascara. She had also laid out pancake foundation cream, rouge, tweezers and an eyebrow pencil and a stunning bright lipstick with additional lip-gloss. There was yet another note!! Meet me in The Sailors at 8:00 tonight. I hold all the keys to your future, so do not dare to be late. Oh shit – it was already quarter past six. Realising that I really needed to get a move on, I quickly put on the outfit my wife had laid out for me. The basque was a perfect fit, I took time to get the fishnet stockings perfect and the thigh high boots fitted me really well. I squeezed into the tight miniskirt. I knew only too well just exactly what my wife wanted my appearance to be. I plucked my eyebrows and then caked on tons of foundation, and then came the eye makeup complete with lashings of mascara. The bright red lipstick plus gloss almost finished my appearance. Then I painted my fingernails bright red, rang for a taxi, and prepared myself for a long night of utter humiliation at The Sailors. I now knew that this was exactly what my wife was to turn me into for the rest of my life. I was to be dressed as a prostitute 24/7 The last note had stated that just after I had locked the house door, and before I had got into the taxi, I was to post my house keys back through the letterbox. Standing there dressed like a prostitute, I reluctantly did as I was instructed. Shouldering my handbag, I got into the taxi and asked to be taken to The Sailors. The taxi delivered me to The Sailors. It was 5 past eight! Walking into the bar there was a full length mirror and I gasped when I saw my reflection. I looked even more provocative than how I had been feeling. Now inside, the place was already very busy and heads turned as I tottered up to the bar in my 6" heels and tight red basque. After buying myself a Bacardi breezer, I set off around the bar in search of my wife. After several minutes, and having my bottom slapped and pinched, I eventually located my wife who was seated with a large group of men. She immediately stood up and whispered in my ear. You are late and now you are going to pay for it! "Flirt with the boys and tell them how good you are giving blow jobs. I want your breath to reek of all the spunk you have swallowed. Then, and only then will I consider lending you the keys to your chastity belt, and if you are very good I might allow you to get changed into more every day women's clothes. Do not think for a minute that you will ever be allowed to wear men's clothes again." I did as I was told and spent most of the night sucking total strangers' cocks and swallowing their hot salty fluid. At the end of the evening, my wife and her new boyfriend stood up to leave. "Now I know you are going to be a good girl, but I think you need a little more time to adjust to your new situation. Therefore I am going to leave you to your own devices for a while. I know that you've caught a few guys eyes tonight. When you are tiring of satisfying everyone's needs then maybe you can come and be our housemaid – we have got lots of tasks for you and word is spreading how fantastic you are with your lips and tongue - you are going to be a very busy little housemaid whore aren't you?" A Life of Total Servitude One week later I was taken on as a house maid/slut. I now had all the chores to do and I had to pleasure all the guests that my wife and her boyfriend brought home. I never got released from my chastity device. Occasionally my butt plug was removed but only to vacate my bowels or if a guest fancied screwing my arse. I often got sent out to do shopping either alone or accompanied when I had to buy all my sanitary items (even now, every 4 weeks I am allowed to remove my butt plug for a few days and replace it with a tampax) - and other ladies items. Now, 3 years later, I am completely accustomed to my life style and I am taking hormone tablets. My breasts are now quite well developed. My hair has grown long now and I no longer have to wear a wig except on special occasions. Once a month I am sent to the salon with instructions of how to have my hair re-styled. I then have to return home and hope that my new appearance is satisfactory to my wife. She really enjoys it when I have long, wavy peroxide blonde curls and I am allowed to dress like a screen diva., But sometimes I am ordered to have a purple afro which she finds hilarious and invites all her girlfriend around whilst I am dressed like a 70's go-go girl in tight hotpants and white leather boots, and I have to dance for them all night while serving drinks. To sum up, I am very happy being Suzanne despite (or is it because of?) the constant humiliation that my wife imposes upon me. I just wish that I could have my penis and testicles removed. The chastity device is very cruel. Bye for now, lots of love Helen (Suzanne) An Ever Changing Life Ch. 03 Previously.... After several years, I was completely in their command, and when feeling particularly cruel they would invite several of their female friends around and introduce me as Jennifer, a cousin visiting for the weekend. Very soon I was getting invited to lots of girlie parties and events. Julie and Janet made sure I accepted every invite. I was always popular at these girls' nights in – Julie had already explained to everyone that I was a transsexual waiting for my final op. All the girls had so many questions for me. "You are late Suzanne and now you are going to pay for it! Flirt with the boys and tell them how good you are giving blow jobs. I want your breath to reek of all the spunk you have swallowed. Then, and only then will I consider lending you the keys to your chastity belt, and if you are very good I might allow you to get changed into more every day women's clothes. Do not think for a minute that you will ever be allowed to wear men's clothes again". An Ever Changing Life 3 Suzanne's New Life as Helen (or A New Future Serving to Please) A Railway Journey My wife Carole and her boyfriend Kevin had decided to take a month's holiday in the United States and much to my surprise I was also invited to come along as well. Not knowing what would be expected of me, I imagined myself sunbathing in my bikini during the day, and then getting changed into one of my nicest frocks, wearing heels and dining at some sumptuous restaurant. I knew that I would have to pay for (at least for my own) outlay. I supposed that Carole would prostitute me out on an evening - just like she did living here in England. I dreaded the thought that I might become a chained 24/7 sex slave to fund their extravagances. It came to the morning of our departure and I had packed nearly all of my dresses, skirts, blouses and lingerie. One suitcase was half full of my stilettos, boots,wedge heels and sandals, plus nearly all of my cosmetic cases. For travelling I was allowed to wear one of my lacy white bra and panty sets and one of my favourite summer dresses, with a pair of glossy tights. I picked out a nice pair of white leather strappy 4" wedge heel sandals and stepped into them, fastening the straps around my ankles. I was so looking forward to a month in America. Touching up my mascara and lipstick, I popped my daily female hormone tablet, lit a cigarette and smiled. After finishing my smoke, I slung my handbag over my shoulder and picked up the two suitcases. Maybe Carole and Kevin might reward me in America with a little time to enjoy myself. The taxi arrived to take us to the railway station and I transferred everyone's suitcases to the waiting cab while Kevin secured the house. When we arrived at the station, Carole suddenly realised that I did not have a travel ticket and quickly bought one before we boarded the train. They accompanied me to my seat and safely stowed my luggage before departing to their reserved First class seats. The carriage was almost full when a gorgeous hunk of a man sat down beside me. The train pulled out of the station. After I topped up my lipstick, I turned to him and smiled. His name was Steve. We made polite conversation and it wasn't very long before I realised that we were both very much attracted to each other. Steve then laid his jacket across our knees, took my hand and placed it on his groin. In his jacket I had felt his cigarettes and lighter. Steve unzipped his fly. God, did I need a cigarette now. Gently, I released his swollen member and began to massage until it became was a huge, hot, throbbing organ in my hand. Suddenly, Steve pushed away my hand and then zipped himself back up again. Picking up his jacket, he took me by the hand and led me down the carriage towards the wc compartment. Inside, Steve locked the door behind us and made me kneel down on the floor. I knew just what I had to do. I unzipped his fly and released his massive cock. My pretty painted fingernails ran up and down his rigid tool and then caressed his testicles. Steve groaned as I pulled back his foreskin and gently kissed the purple head. I opened my lips and took him deep into my mouth. Very soon he was ready to come, and forced himself deep into my throat, his balls slapping against my chin. He slightly withdrew and then ejected, filling my mouth entirely with his hot salty fluid. I swallowed all of his juice. I then stood up and licked my lips before kissing him on the lips and thanking him. His hand lifted up the hem of my dress but I had to prevent him discovering my little secret. For several months now Carole had imprisoned my now useless penis in a chastity device that was attached to an 8" ribbed butt plug that I wore at all times. Only Carole knew the location of all 3 keys required to release me from my confinement. I apologised and told Steve it was my time of the month. God, I really needed a cigarette now. Back in our seats some of the other passengers were giving me disapproving stares. I refreshed my lipstick and tidied my hair. I reapplied my eye liner and mascara and then turned to Steve. He seemed a little put out. I apologised for not going the whole way with him but he just smiled. He explained that he had to get off at the next station. We exchanged mobile numbers and then he leaned forward, his face close to mine. We began to passionately kiss and very soon were exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. Eventually we approached Steve's destination. We sadly said our goodbyes and then he was gone. I was left with more disapproving stares. I so really, really needed a cigarette. An Arrival Finally the train arrived at my destination and I gathered my luggage and stepped out onto the platform. Making my way to the ticket booth, I looked around in vain for Carole and Kevin. They were nowhere to be seen. The train departed and I was soon stood on an almost deserted platform. I suddenly realised that I had no money and didn't have my travel ticket. I certainly wasn't going to America! I was just about to light a much needed cigarette when I spotted two people standing by the exit gate. I recognised my sister Janet and her partner Julie. Julie beckoned me over with her finger and I immediately walked over to meet them. They were both amazed at how wonderful I looked. Janet said it was so good to have a proper sister and Julie smiled saying that she was really looking forward to helping me with my new life with them. In the car they explained that Carole and Kevin had decided on a new life for themselves. I was to now live with Janet and help out around her house. I would also be required to work for Julie in her thriving hotel. Before too long we arrived at Janet's house and after entering I was shown around the house with Janet explaining exactly what my chores were going to be. Of course the living room, dining room and lounge were to be spotless at all times as well as the conservatory and study. I was also responsible for the kitchen, pantry and cold store. In the utility room I was expected to launder all of the clothes. Showing me the ironing board, Janet said how much she liked wearing neatly pressed articles of clothing. Julie agreed and Janet suggested that from now on Julie could bring all her washing around for me to attend to. Julie accepted the offer. I was to keep the toilets, bathroom and en-suite shower room clean and sparkling, and the hall and staircase neat and presentable. The bedrooms were to be aired daily and bed linen changed on a weekly basis or after every time the bed was slept in. Finally I was shown to my own bedroom. I was led up to the second floor up in the roof space. I did not know just what to expect on the other side of the door in front of me. Janet said "Go on in Sis, I hope it's to your liking." I paused feeling very nervous. "Go on Suzanne" Julie added and winked at Janet. I turned the door handle and walked into the room. I gasped. I wasn't prepared for the sight in front of my eyes. I suppose that I had half expected a dingy little boxroom with a low bedstead, a scruffy chest of drawers, maybe a rough rack for my clothes and most likely, evidence of forms of restraint and humiliation. My eyes opened wide in astonishment. This was a breath taking room with a large gable-end window letting in lots of daylight. The walls were painted in a lilac with a feature wall decorated with a contrasting patterned wall paper. Beneath my feet was a luxurious thick pile carpet, several shades deeper than the walls. On the large double divan a beautifully stitched white counterpane reached down to the carpet. Four matching pillows were set at the bed head which was flanked by two bedside tables each with a reading lamp, a bowl of pot-pourri and a small vase of cut flowers. An old style silver alarm clock ticked slowly away on one of the tables. I turned around to take in the rest of the room. A large chest of drawers, a dressing table and two large wardrobes made up the rest of the furnishings. On the walls were several tasteful framed prints. My gaze continued and then I saw a second door leading off the bedroom. "Well go on then" Julie teased "Let's go explore a bit more". Was this to be a room of punishment where I could be chastised for any of my misdeeds? A place to be bound and gagged, tied up in humiliating positions and forced to anally and orally accept dildos and cocks at any hour of the day? I nervously opened the door and walked into a simply awe inspiring huge en-suite bathroom flooded with natural daylight from the twin skylights set in the roof. A large white bath dominated the centre of the marble effect tiled floor; the wc and bidet were to one side, with the wash-handbasin set in a bespoke vanity unit. An extremely large walk-in shower was located in the opposite corner. A wickerwork easy chair and low table were positioned nearby. To complete the wonderful scene several large containers holding a variety of ferns and exotic plants were placed around the room. We returned to what is now my bedroom. Julie laughed and said "Well Suzanne if you like it, go fetch your luggage, you can move in straightaway" I almost burst into tears and hugged Janet and Julie. "Don't be silly Suzanne, just unpack and then we will tell you the rules of the house and your terms of employment at Julie's ". I hurried downstairs to bring my luggage up to my room. Settling in to My New Life As I began to unpack my suitcases Janet explained that I could hang up all my clothes in the left hand wardrobe. There were separate compartments for my footwear, and for all of my bras, corsets, basques, suspenders, camisoles and other lingerie I had amassed over the years. Some items did not meet Julie's approval and I had to give them to her for disposal. I was busy arranging my makeup on the dressing table when Janet informed me that I now was to be told the Rules of the House. I was ordered to sit down and listen. 1 I must obey Janet and Julie at all times. 2 I am not permitted to smoke inside the house. 3 I am not allowed to bring boyfriends or girlfriends home without previous permission. 4 I am to wear clothing appropriate for the occasion at all times. 5 If I displease Janet or Julie in any way, I must willingly accept any punishment they feel is appropriate for my misdemeanours. 6 Any gifts I receive, monetary or otherwise belong to Janet and Julie. I am to surrender all my possessions including all my clothes (all of which I will be free to continue to wear) to them. 7 Whenever Janet or Julie want me to go shopping, regardless of what I may be wearing, I will immediately go purchase whatever they required. Julie explained that the final rule might and probably would extend to my being sent out wearing only a peephole bra and crotchless knickers into town to buy a 10 inch vibrator and a set of handcuffs from the Ann Summers Store) I felt confident that my breasts were now so large and nicely formed, and my penis so small and shrivelled that I could pass enfemme at any time. I readily agreed to all the conditions. Julie had run me a bath and upon returning told me to undress and pass her all of the clothes I was wearing. I stripped naked revealing my encased penis in its chastity belt and the attached intrusive butt plug. Both Julie and Janet were astonished to see my newly formed breasts. Julie glanced down at my imprisoned dick. She smirked and said that Carole may have had my best intentions in mind, but she had a much better idea. "Go take your bath Suzanne, Janet and I will bring you your new uniform. Remove your make up and nail polish – it is not suitable for what we have in mind for you. I stepped into the wonderful warm, fragrant scented relaxing bath. This was too much of a chance to mess up. No matter what Janet and Julie had in store for me I promised myself to be a good girl and to carry out their every desire. After removing my makeup and nail polish I stepped out of the bath and towelled myself dry. After all of Carole's repeated enforced exfoliations, my skin is lovely and smooth, and due to my female hormone tablets I never need to shave again. After spraying myself with an expensive deodorant, I walked naked back into the bedroom. Julie immediately looked at my chastity device. "I have a much more appropriate solution to keep you in check. For starters you will never have to have a plug permanently up your arse ever again. After all I do want you to be arse fucked regularly. Carole thoughtfully sent me the keys to your predicament. As soon as you are dressed, then I will free you once and forever from your current imprisonment" On the bed was a sexy scarlet underwired bra, suspender belt and French knickers matching set. I hurriedly donned my new underwear and Janet then passed me a pair of black fishnet stockings. Julie gave me a plain but beautiful long sleeved silky white blouse with pearl buttons and then a black pleated skirt. "Put these on dear, we have still have your makeup to apply and you have work to do." I carefully pulled on my new fishnet stockings, fastening them to the red suspenders. I stepped into the ultra short black pleated mini-skirt and was starting to fasten it up, "Tut-tut" said Julie passing me the white blouse, put this on as well" I did so, fastening each of the pearly buttons. " Leave the top two buttons unfastened dear, I want you to wear this as well" passing me pearl choker necklace I then zipped up my skirt tightly around my waist and put on the broad black leather belt that Janet gave me. Julie then smiled. "We have nearly finished now Suzanne. A little subtle make up and finally your new shoes and then you can fix us all something to eat." Julie applied my foundation, and then a pale lilac eye shadow, black eyeliner and mascara. A pale pink lipstick came next and then a pale frosted pink nail polish was applied to my nails. After my nails had dried, Janet passed me a pair of 6" stiletto heels. I stood into them and fastened all the straps tightly around my feet. The steel reinforced ankle straps of my shoes were then tightly secured around my ankles. Julie produced two padlocks and very soon my new footwear was nice and securely in place. "From now on you will always wear whichever pair of stiletto heels I feel is suitable for the occasion. They will remain padlocked at all times. You will even sleep in high heels. I will ensure that you are not out of your heels for more than 5 minutes a day. Now let's free your pathetic penis and remove your butt plug, Carole has sent the 3 keys to release you". With all the hormones I had been taking my shrivelled penis was now totally useless. Julie lifted my skirt and produced a key. She unlocked my chastity device and removed it together with my butt plug device. "Time for my method now Suzanne" Julie swiftly fastened a ligature around my testicles and pulled it excruciatingly tight."I think castration is a far better solution. It will only take a few days love. Now get your butt plug back in place". She smoothed down my skirt and then brushed my hair. Kitchen time now Suzanne – I'm starving" Janet and Julie laughed and led me down to the kitchen. "Let's see how you cope here at Janet's for a week and then I know how you will fare at my hotel and nightclub. Oh, and by the way, your female hormone tablet dosage is to be doubled starting from now. Not just one a day, but one each morning and one every evening. I really want you to lust for cock every minute every day! I took the hormone tablet Julie handed me and looked down at my firm breasts. I was now in agony due to the tight ligature around my testicles and penis. My feet in their 6 inch heels were already beginning to ache. "Time to make that meal now, Suzanne" Julie reminded me.