He Turned Me Into His Submissive Transvestite Maid

I arrived at his apartment with my heart pounding in my throat. I had imagined it for weeks, in late-night messages where I told him my fantasies and he answered with orders. But being there, in front of his door, was different. Adrián opened it, looked me up and down and, with barely a greeting, motioned for me to follow him.

—There’s something for you in the bathroom —he said—. I want you to put it on.

He led me to the bathroom and came in with me. On the sink he had left a classic maid’s dress, black and white, with not too much cleavage and a skirt to the knee. Beside it, white women’s underwear, garter stockings, and heels. I stared at it all in silence, feeling my face burn.

—Take your clothes off and get dressed —he ordered—. And leave the door open. I want to see you.

I began taking my clothes off slowly, obediently. When I was naked, I picked up the bra first: it had special padding that gave me a pair of firm, rounded breasts. I fastened it with clumsy fingers and looked at myself in the mirror. For a second I didn’t recognize myself, and I liked that more than I expected.

Then came the tight white panties, which clung to me in a way that made me breathe deeply. The garter stockings, the garters, the heels. I was taking the dress when Adrián reappeared in the doorway, with a drink in one hand and a cloth bag in the other. He watched me as I dressed and quickly put on makeup with the little there was in the bathroom.

When I finished, he came closer and handed me a pair of thick bracelets with rings, black and white, matching the uniform. Also some ankle cuffs and a thin collar that I put on myself, feeling how each piece transformed me.

—Follow me to the living room —he said—. And walk in front of me.

I walked ahead, aware of every step in the heels. I felt him lift my skirt a couple of times to look at me from behind, saying nothing, just checking what was his.

***

In the living room he stopped in front of the sofa.

—Take my clothes off —he ordered.

I started unbuttoning his shirt while he, in a low voice, kept talking to me.

—Look at yourself. You look so feminine. You’re a cute tranny, and I’m going to teach you to be a good submissive maid.

I kept going with the trousers. I took off his belt, unbuttoned the button, pulled down the zipper. The pants fell to the floor and I knelt to take off his shoes, his socks and, finally, his underwear. All the while I had avoided looking at or touching his crotch, but I brushed it by accident a couple of times and felt it hard, big, waiting for me under the fabric.

—Stay on your knees —he said when he was left in just his boxers—. Stick out your tongue.

I obeyed as femininely as I could. He pressed his erection, still under the boxers, against my mouth.

—Lick it.

I licked it over the fabric like a desperate thing, kissed it, felt its shape and heat with my lips. Then he pulled away, took my hands and tied them behind my back with a rope, securing them to the rings on the bracelets. I was left helpless, on my knees, able only to obey.

—Come closer. Crawl and beg me —he murmured as he pulled his boxers down.

I moved toward him on my knees, mouth open, begging without words. He sat on the sofa and guided my head.

—Give me a proper blowjob. Show me what you are.

I positioned myself between his legs and started sucking him. There I was, dressed as a maid, with his hard cock filling my mouth, licking him with my tongue and trying to take all of him in. He let me for a while and then pulled me up.

—Stand up.

He turned me around, lifted my skirt and slid his hand between my legs. When he touched me from behind, he let out a low laugh.

—You’re hot. And wet. I’m going to see how this is.

He moved the panties aside and slipped in one finger, then two. I moaned without being able to help it and got wet between the legs, only a little, but he noticed.

—Just look at that. So hot and so filthy, with dirty underwear. I’m going to have to punish you.

***

He ordered me to kneel again and keep going. What I didn’t know was that, as soon as I had him back in my mouth, he was going to grab the back of my neck and shove me down on him until I took him to the hilt. He rammed my throat hard, again and again. I felt like I was choking, my eyes tearing up, and yet I loved feeling myself used like that, reduced to a body in his service. The deeper he went, the hotter I got.

I felt him harden even more in my mouth. He pushed all the way in and came in several spurts that filled my throat. When he let go so I could breathe, the rest spilled between my lips, running down my chin to the collar of the dress. He slapped my face with his cock, shaking it, marking me and leaving me soaked.

He leaned back on the sofa. His erection hadn’t gone down.

—Stand up —he said.

He freed my hands only to tie them up again, this time in front. He lifted my dress, touched me again between the legs and clicked his tongue.

—So wet, so filthy. Turn around.

I felt him take off my panties, spread lubricant on me, and slide his fingers into me again. While he did it, he kept whispering in my ear: little bitch, dirty faggot, horny slut. And I, far from feeling ashamed, moved my hips toward him, seeking him.

Then I felt him put a toy inside me and leave it there. He put white cotton-and-lace panties on me, tucked them under the skirt, and ordered me to lie down on the floor. When I obeyed, he tied my legs together and secured my hands between them.

—Touch yourself —he said, sitting in front of me with a small remote in his hand—. Like the woman you are. And look at me while you do it.

—What you have inside vibrates and grows by remote control —he added with a smile.

He turned it on. I felt the toy begin to vibrate inside me, and I writhed. I touched myself humiliated, exposed, while he played with the speeds and increased the size of the toy, making me moan louder and louder.

—You’re a submissive, a tranny, a faggot —he repeated—. You came here so I could dominate you and use you as my maid. Do you want me to put it in you? Do you want me to open you all the way?

—Yes —I panted between moans—. Yes, I want it.

—Then beg me.

And I begged him. I pleaded for him to fuck me, to fill me, to use me as his female slut, his submissive maid. He turned the toy up to the max and I ended up coming inside the panties, amid pleas and tremors, with him barely having touched me at all.

***

When he saw I had soaked myself completely, he turned off the vibration. The toy slowly shrank without coming out. He stood up, lifted my skirt with his foot and looked at the soaked panties.

—Filthy bitch —he said—. We’re going somewhere else.

He freed my legs and put a collar with a leash on me. He released my hands and ordered me to move forward on all fours, ahead of him. I obeyed while my legs trembled. He led me by the leash to a room with access to a small inner patio, where there was a piece of furniture I hadn’t expected: a chair like the ones in doctors’ offices, with leg supports.

—Take off your panties and give them to me —he ordered before I sat down.

When I handed them over, he stuffed them in my mouth. Then I sat, spread my legs, and let him tie them to the supports, just like my hands. As he did, he kept reminding me what I was to him: a submissive who only served to obey, a faggot who deserved to be used. I nodded, sucking my own taste from the fabric.

He started with the toys. First a vibrating one that made me drool and arch, sliding it in and out slowly, watching how I looked. Then a plug with a small pump that inflated it.

—Are you a little slut? —he asked as he inflated it a bit more.

I nodded.

—A submissive faggot?

I nodded again, feeling like I was going to burst and, at the same time, hotter, more subdued than ever.

When he got bored, he let the air out, removed the plug, and took a string of balls linked by a cord, each one bigger than the last. He slid them in one by one, turning the vibration up with each movement, never stopping reminding me that he had every right to play with me however he wanted.

Then he climbed on top of me and started fucking me, hard, deep, making me moan even with the fabric in my mouth. I moved my hips as best I could to take all of him. He turned the vibration to maximum and rammed me to the hilt until I had a huge orgasm and came again without him even touching me, my body surrendered, skirt lifted, and that man splitting me in two.

***

He took the panties out of my mouth, wiped me with them, and stuffed them back in. He freed my legs and hands and turned me over, readjusting the chair until he had me kneeling and leaning forward, with my feet tied to the supports and my hands held high.

Then the spanking began. First with his hand, until I got worked up again. Then with a belt, with a riding crop, alternating blows with caresses. I moved with the burn, moaning with each one like a female who begs for more. He put in another vibrator and left it there, turned on, while he kept punishing me.

—You can tell you’re in heat —he murmured—. You need to be filled.

And he filled me. He came into me again without taking out the vibrator, opening me all the way, thrusting faster and faster. He pulled on the leash attached to the collar to drive himself in to the hilt while he kept repeating that he was going to leave me his, marked, full. I nodded and moved my hips to his rhythm, lost in that feeling of being used and desired at the same time.

I felt him harden, heat up, and I knew he was close. I arched my hips to take him and he exploded inside me, filling me with several more thrusts, deep, slow, final. I came again, soaking myself completely, trembling under his weight.

He collapsed onto my back for a moment. He turned off the vibrator and, when he pulled out of me, I felt his heat start to run down my legs, leaving me wet and undone. I felt like a real woman.

He freed my hands and feet.

—Put your panties on —he said in a low voice, almost tender for the first time all night.

I obeyed, putting them on completely soaked, and he went to the bathroom. I had to stay seated for a while, because my legs were trembling too much to hold me up. I had become something new that night, and for once I didn’t want to think about the man I would leave behind when I walked out the door, only about the submissive woman he had awakened in me.