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Digital Dominatrix final part 6
🕑 Added 2025-09-26 20:04:43 +0000 UTCDigital Dominatrix - Final Protocol, Chapter 6
By the time Friday came, I was a horny mess, my usual state by this point. But it was furthered by the fact that Mistress was relentless with her training at home, and Miss Emma was constantly looking for ways to tease me at work.
I was currently sitting at my desk at work. I had just about managed an almost many hairstyle with my long hair by tying it back into a messy ‘man-bun’ style, but it was still too golden blond to be fully masculine. Then, of course, there were my painted nails, eyelash extensions, pierced ears, and inflated lips, not to mention pretty much every article of clothing I was wearing was designed for a woman.
“Hey there, sissy.” Emma said, wheeling her way to my desk as per usual. I felt my clitty pulse slightly as soon as she spoke to me, it seemed just being around her was a turn on for me now.
“Hey.” I replied, trying to keep my responses simple. Lately I had found myself slipping up and accidentally saying things without thinking, constantly at risk of embarrassing myself, I was finding it hard to refer to Emma as anything other than ‘Miss Emma’ for one.
“So, it’s Friday again. What time can I expect my maid this weekend?”
“Oh, erm, anytime on Saturday is fine I guess. I’m kind of busy tonight.” I replied.
“Oh? Got a hot date?” Emma asked, a teasing smile beginning to play at her lips.
“Ha, not like I could do anything with my little sissy clitty locked away.” I replied, feeling my cheeks burn as I realized how embarrassing my own words were.
“Hahaha, I suppose not. So, what fun games did your Mistress have for you last night?”
“The usual, I was kept locked in the heels the whole time I was home, I had to practice my sexy walk on the treadmill for a while before repeating a bunch of humiliating phrases. I practiced some hairstyles and makeup techniques and….stuff.” I stopped myself before I said too much, but Emma clearly wasn’t letting it go.
“Stuff? What other stuff? Come on, Mike. You can’t hold out on me.”
“Fine, if you must know I finished the night with some c0ck sucking practice…I love wrapping my slutty lips aroun-Anyway! That was all.” I said, stopping my voice from trailing off into humiliating territory.
The truth was, I was being made to perform degrading acts and being rewarded whenever I said something slutty and embarrassing, it had been going on for some time now, and for longer and longer periods. I was also aware that I was constantly listening to some kind of subliminal tracks every night while I slept.
“Oooh maybe this weekend you can give me another demonstration of your skills, how does that sound?”
“Anything to please you Miss!” Shit, I had answered too quickly! I really need to stop and think before I speak, now more than ever. I knew I was addicted to Miss Emma, and would do anything to please her.
“Anything huh? Be careful, sissy, I may just hold you to that.” Emma winked at me before wheeling her chair back to her own desk, but the whole interaction had served its purpose in keeping me horny and desperate while thinking of Miss Emma.
Truthfully, I would have liked to have gone straight over to Emma’s house after work and spent the whole weekend serving her, but I had made another promise. Kate had convinced me (without much difficulty) to clean her apartment on Friday night while she was out drinking with a friend. I had had to tell Mistress about the promise I had made to Kate, I knew Mistress would make sure that I followed through on my word. At least it would be a break from the constant ‘training exercises’ Mistress was barraging me with.
I packed up my desk at the end of the day and headed out, saying my goodbyes to Jake and Emma as I left.
“See you tomorrow, Mike.” Emma said loudly, before adding in a quieter voice. “Wear something slutty!”
I blushed and left the office quickly, desperate to be allowed some freedom from the cage. How long had it been since I was unlocked?
‘SIssies should stay locked’
The thoughts swirled in my head as I made my way back to my apartment.
I flashed the doorbell camera as usual to gain entrance into my apartment, greeting Mistress as I did so.
“Welcome home, sissy. Remember you are scheduled to provide cleaning and maid service for Kate this evening. Until then, I will require you to work on your decorum and posture when acting as a maid. Please go and put on your uniform as soon as possible and report back to the living room camera.”
That had pretty much been the case lately, no downtime, just bathroom and food breaks, the rest of my formerly free time was spent being ordered around by a damned computer program.
“Umm, Mistress. Do I really need to wear the maid outfit today? Kate won’t even be home to see me work so couldn’t I just wear something more comfortable?” I asked, hoping for a little leniency.
“Of course you must wear the maids outfit, sissy. And for questioning my orders, you will now be adding the corset to the outfit.” Dammit!
“Of course, Mistress.” I replied, defeated.
I grabbed the more conservative of my two maid outfits (never thought that would be something I would say!) and got dressed. Making sure to tighten the corset as much as possible before donning the black and white pile of soft lace, I was even able to slide the white hairband into my new, thicker hair to complete the look. I pulled on and locked the heels without needing to be reminded and headed to stand in the living room, in front of the security camera Mistress had purchased.
“Very good, sissy. Please direct your attention to the television and follow the instructions on the video.”
The instructions turned out to be a video focused around how a maid should carry herself while on duty. It started with the curtsy, something I'd already had practice with. I was made to follow along with the video as the on screen maid performed a few curtains, reminding me when to use the curtsy.
After a few minutes of this, the girl moved on to posture, given that I was trapped in a tall pair of heels, I felt my posture wasn't too bad as it was, but the girl on screen told me to keep my back and neck straight, eyes slightly downcast with my fingers laced together in front of me while in the presence of a Master or Mistress.
I was made to hold this submissive, subservient pose for a few minutes before I realized the video had actually paused. I adjusted my posture slightly and spoke. “Umm, Mistress, I think the video froze.”
“The video did not freeze, sissy, I paused it. You will hold the pose shown until I decide to continue the video.” Mistress replied.
I returned to the submissive pose, hands laced together in front of me, eyes downcast, back straight, waiting….
I must have been made to hold that pose for a good five minutes before Mistress let the video continue.
“Well done, sissy. You may now continue with the video.”
“Thank you Mistress.” I replied, automatically dipping into a neat curtsy.
I watched as the rest of the video played, paying attention to the lessons within. How to walk, how to bend when picking things up, when I should and shouldn’t speak, how to make sure my stocking seams were straight. When the video ended, Mistress had another of her own training exercises ready for me.
“Sissy, you are now required to fill two glasses to the top with water and place them on a serving tray. You will then take the tray into your bedroom and stand on the treadmill.”
I searched my cupboards for the closest thing I had to a serving tray, finding an old dusty board that I sometimes used when I ate on the sofa. I filled two glasses with water and headed to the treadmill.
“Very good, sissy. In a moment, the treadmill will start, your goal is to not spill any of the water in the glasses.” The treadmill started shortly after Mistress spoke, I started off a little shaky as the glasses wobbled on the tray and a few drops of water spilled over the side. I adjusted the position of my arms a little, tucking my elbows in neatly by my sides to stabilize my grip, which seemed to improve things.
I walked along as the speaker in my room began repeating more of the sissy themed mantras that were slowly permeating my thoughts.
“I exist to serve.” I repeated the phrases without actually knowing if I was supposed to, I guess it just felt right.
“A good maid should be and not heard.”
“I love being used for other people's pleasure.”
“My sissy clitty should be kept locked.”
On and on I walked, until Mistress stopped the treadmill and allowed me to return the tray to the kitchen area.
I thought maybe I would get a few minutes to rest and take some weight off my feet. I was still worried about what Miss Emma had said about my achilles tendon shortening. Unfortunately Kate chose that time to ring my doorbell.
“Sissy, Kate is outside your door, I am granting her access now.” I heard the electronic lock click open and Kate stepped into my apartment.
“Hey there panty boy!” Kate said as she stepped into my apartment. “I can see you’re dressed for the occasion. Good. My friend and I are just about to head out for a few drinks, we both got ready at my place so there’s a little tidying up to do. Don’t go stealing any of my panties.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it!” I replied, indignantly.
“Really? Cause your outfit says otherwise. You must really love this sissy stuff huh? Getting yourself all dolled up just to come and clean my apartment. Shame I won’t be there to see it. Ah well, each to their own I guess. My doors unlocked, see you later.” Kate left quickly. I would have loved to have told her that it wasn’t quite my idea to get dressed up for this, but soon I would be able to repair our relationship. Besides, I was trying to keep my mouth shut as much as possible, it seems every time I open it lately I end up letting something humiliating slip out.
“Okay, sissy, you may now go and clean Kate’s apartment. Make sure you do a thorough job.”
“Yes Mistress.” I curtsied once more and headed across the hall. I stuck my head out of my door first to make sure the coast was clear, before dashing quickly over to Kate’s apartment.
As soon as I entered Kate’s place, I knew I had my work cut out for me. I guess two girls getting ready for a night out is equivalent to a bomb being detonated. There were clothes strewn everywhere in the wake of failed outfits, hairdryers and curlers left with their wires trailing all over, a few empty beer cans and half drunk glasses of other drinks.
I sighed and got to work, starting with removing the clothes from all over the place. Mistress sent a message to my phone after a while, reminding me to make sure I was maintaining the right posture. I knew she couldn’t see me while I was over here, but she had a strong enough hold on me by now that I wouldn’t dare defy her anyway.
She would periodically send messages to remind me of the proper decorum.
‘Back straight, sissy’
‘Are your stocking seams straight?’
‘Is your hair still neat?’
After an hour or so of tidying, the place looked a lot better. The drinks and glasses were cleared up, the clothes were neatly placed into a laundry basket, ready to be loaded into the washer, now I just needed to start on the actual cleaning portion.
I grabbed a cloth and some soapy water and began wiping down the surfaces. I was almost finished when I heard Kate’s door open. Surely she couldn’t be back already, it had hardly been two hours since she had left.
Sure enough, Kate and another girl I didn’t recognise came bursting into the apartment, almost stopping my heart!
“Ohhh, look. My maids still here!” Kate proclaimed loudly, clearly a little tipsy.
“Oh my god Kate you have a maid? Why is she dressed like a fetish model…” Kate’s friend paused mid sentence, taking in the sight of me as I stood there, frozen in fear and humiliation as a total stranger was clearly trying to figure out what she was seeing.
“You’re home, early?” I said in a quiet voice.
“Yeah, Naomi ran into her ex and caused a whoooole scene at the bar, so we decided we might as well come back and finish off here. No chance of running into anyone. I didn’t think you’d still be here.” Kate said, sounding a little apologetic.
“Uhhh, Kate. Why is there a dude dressed like a maid cleaning your apartment?” Naomi asked.
“Ohhh, this is Mi–My friend.” Kate answered, at least she stopped herself from telling her who I was. “He and I have kind of been ‘having some fun’ together for a while. He gets off on being made to dress like a girl and serve women. He loves it!” I remained silent.
“Wait, so he likes this? Oh so is this like that guy I dated who wanted me to put him on a leash and treat him like a puppy?” Naomi replied.
“Yes! Exactly like that, my friend here just likes to be a maid from time to time.”
“Ahhh, now I get it. So he was gonna stay here while we were out, then he’d be all horny for you when you got home. That’s hot. So you want me to go or…?”
“No. You might as well stay now.” Kate replied with a mischievous glance at me. “My maid here doesn’t mind serving two beautiful women. Do you, maid?”
Well, I guess I had to give Kate some credit, she could have made it a lot worse for me, but I guess now I would be the maid for both her and her friend.
“No Miss Kate.” I replied.
“Ha! Miss Kate, that’s so cute.”
“Great!” Kate added, smiling. “Okay then, maid. Go make us some drinks. Vodka and coke should be fine.”
“Yes Mistress.” I curtsied, again it was almost automatic. I blushed as soon as I realized what I had done and both the girls squealed with glee at my submissiveness on full display.
I walked into Kate's kitchen area to prepare the drinks, grabbing the glasses and bottles that I had already tidied up earlier.
“Who did his lips? They look better than mine!” I heard Naomi say as I prepped the drinks. I grabbed a serving tray and put my earlier training into practice, walking carefully over to the two girls who had both sat down on the sofa.
“Thank you, maid.” Kate said as I served the drinks.
“Wow, I could get used to this. So I’m guessing this must be a pretty big turn on for you then?” Naomi asked as she took her drink.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” I replied. Truthfully, I was incredibly turned on to be serving these two girls.
“So uh, you two are gonna be having some fun when I leave?”
“Ha.” Kate gave a short, loud laugh. “Somehow I doubt it.”
“Really, why? I thought this kind of kinky shit was just a prelude to sex?”
“Usually it would, but I’m willing to bet that our maid here is in no position to have sex while she’s dressed like that. Am I right?” Kate looked at me expectantly, she was correctly assuming that I would be caged.
“Yes Mistress.” I said.
“What? Why? How’re you in no position?” I looked at Kate.
“Tell her, panty boy.” I answered without stopping to think about how I would phrase it.
“Because my clitty is locked away.” Shit! I inwardly berated myself. “I mean….I’m wearing a chastity cage. It’s kind of part of the fun.”
“Pffft, hahahahahaaaa, did you just say ‘my clitty is locked away? Oh Em Gee that is crazy. So you’re wearing a cage right now?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“And it stops you from having sex?”
“He can’t even get hard while he has it on. No sex, no jerking off, just constant denial. Makes him very obedient.” Kate interjected. “Isn’t that right?”
“Y-yes Miss Kate.”
“Wooow. Can I see it?”
“Naomi!” Kate responded.
“What? I’m intrigued, is all. I’ve never seen a chastity cage in action. Only read about them online.”
“I uhhhh…” Did I want to show her? Of course I did! The humiliation was like a drug to me, I needed it. But there was a part of me that knew I shouldn’t agree to flash my caged clitty to a girl I barely knew.
“Oh come on, pretty please?” Naomi batted her eyelashes at me.
“Well I…I guess so.” I said, I was already in too deep at this point.
I lowered my hands to the hem of the dress and slowly it up, exposing the black, lace panties I was wearing. The underwear was lowered, exposing the wirelessly controlled cage.
“Oooh, so I thought it would have like a padlock or something.” Naomi said, leaning forward to study my caged clitty.
“No this one is uh, it’s wireless. It’s on a timer so I can’t take it off for a set amount of time.” It wasn’t really a lie, I just left out the part where I had willingly given control of said cage to an AI.
“Ah, smart. So you don’t get tempted and spoil the game right away.”
“Yeah, that’s it.” I said.
I was allowed to return to my duties after Naomi had seen the cage. I finished cleaning the countertops and shelves around Kate’s apartment, stopping intermittently to refresh the girl's drinks. Kate and Naomi spent a while gossiping on the sofa, stopping occasionally to tease me in some way.
It was close to midnight and the heels were starting to hurt my feet when the girls decided to call it a night. Naomi said her goodbyes and headed down to get a cab home. As soon as she left Kate giggled, and apologized. “Oh my god, Mike. I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you would have dressed up to clean and still been here when we got back. I hope you weren’t too embarrassed.” She seemed genuinely sorry, and I could tell it wasn’t intentional.
“It’s fine. It’s not like you made me dress up like this. A text to say you were on your way home would have been nice though.” I replied with a friendly smile.
“Ha, I guess so. Anyway, don’t worry about Naomi, she has no idea who you are anyway. But be honest, was it fun for you? Serving two women as a maid?”
“Well, yeah, it was a turn on…obviously.” I admitted.
“That’s what I thought. Anyway, thanks for your services, maid. You’re dismissed for the evening” Kate said, prompting an automatic response from me.
“Thank you Miss Kate.” Followed by a curtsy, eliciting a giggle from Kate.
I said my goodbyes to Kate and left shortly after that, after checking the coast was clear in the hall of course. I flashed my panties to the doorbell camera as usual, but Mistress didn’t let me in immediately, which caused a bit of a panic as I was trapped outside dressed like this.
My phone vibrated with a message from Mistress, ‘Sissy, please curtsy for the camera.’
Dammit, now I was curtsying to my own front door just to be allowed inside, how much more ridiculous could this get before it was all over?
I was finally granted access to my apartment where I got undressed and sunk into the pink bedsheets…
—
“Hello Miss Emma.” I said as she opened her door to let me in. I had packed up a bag and headed over to her house early in the afternoon. I felt a sudden rush of emotion as I saw how happy she seemed to see me.
“Ah, Mike. How’s my favorite sissy doing?” She said with a bright smile.
“Glad to actually be allowed out of my apartment.” I replied. “All week as soon as I have been getting home it’s been a constant barrage of training and teasing. It’s getting really hard not to think of myself as anything other than a sissy.”
“I know, Mike. But it will be over soon, and if it’s any constellation, I think you make a wonderful sissy.” I blushed a little at her compliment…was it a compliment?
“Wel, thanks. I think.”
“You’re welcome, sissy. Now, why don’t you run along and get changed. I’ve been looking forward to my maid visiting all week and I want to make the most of your ‘services’.”
“I live to serve you Miss Emma.” I answered with a smile.
I headed to the spare room and changed into my outfit. Emma didn’t specify anything to wear this time, so I stuck with my usual uniform, paired with the heels of course. When I went back downstairs, Emma was waiting for me with the collar she had purchased a while ago, but thankfully she didn’t request the breastforms be attached this time.
“Ah, there she is.” Emma said as she locked the pink collar in place around my neck. “It looks like you’re ready to get started.”
“Yes Miss Emma.” I replied, adopting the servile pose I had learned yesterday while waiting for my first command.
“Excellent!” The way she said that reminded me of Mistress’ response whenever I followed an order. “There are some clothes that need to be put in the wash and the floors could use a good vacuuming, I haven’t had the time this week. I have some things to finish off on the computer upstairs, but don’t worry, if I need you I have this.” Emma lifted up a small silver bell and gave it a small shake. “When you hear this sound, that means I have use for my maid, understood?”
“Yes Miss Emma.”
“Excellent. Well, I’ll let you get to work, sissy.”
“Thank you Miss Emma.” I replied, followed by the customary curtsy, which seemed to delight her.
“Aren’t you just perfect!” She said as she headed off upstairs to work on whatever it was she was working on.
I spent around half an hour tidying things up downstairs and loading the washing machine in preparation for the vacuuming, but I was interrupted by the tinkling of Emma’s new bell coming from upstairs.
I couldn’t help but feel even more objectified than ever before at the implications of responding to the sound of a bell, she didn’t even need to speak anymore to summon me.
I entered Miss Emma’s bedroom and walked over to the computer chair she was currently sitting in, making sure my posture was perfect as I waited to find out how I could serve her.
“You rang Miss?”
“I did indeed. Be a dear and bring me an iced coffee. The machine on the counter should be on the right setting already, use one of the tallest glasses.”
“Yes Miss Emma.” I left the room with a curtsy and went to fetch the coffee. I returned to the bedroom a few minutes later with Miss Emma’s drink, placing it carefully down on a coaster she already had in place.
“Good girl.”
“Ooooh. Of-of course Miss Emma.” I said as a rush of pleasure shot through me, I had almost forgotten how powerful the good girl trigger had become for me, especially when it was Emma that used it. Another curtsy and I was headed back downstairs to work, thinking of how else I could please her.
I grabbed the vacuum cleaner and began making a lap of her downstairs floors, starting in the kitchen and working my way around the rest of the rooms. It only took about twenty minutes to thoroughly vacuum the downstairs, but that seemed to be long enough to get me into trouble.
As soon as I shut off the vacuum cleaner, I heard the sound of Miss Emma’s bell tinkling again, but I could tell that her ringing sounded much more forceful than before. I left the vacuum cleaner where it was and rushed upstairs to her room.
Emma spoke before I had the chance to apologize. “Sissy! I have been ringing this bell for almost two minutes now. What’s taken you so long?” Her voice was measured, but firm, like a strict headmistress admonishing an unruly student.
“I’m sorry Miss Emma, it was the vacuum cleaner, I couldn’t hear the bell over the sound of-”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, sissy. Do you enjoy being my maid?” The question almost caught me off guard, but I knew the answer without having to think about it.
“Yes Miss Emma. I love serving as your sissy maid.”
“Then you should know to come when you’re called. How am I supposed to enjoy my maid on the weekend when she can’t even follow a simple order?”
It occurred to me that Emma should have known that I wouldn’t be able to hear the bell over the noise, after all, she would clearly have been able to hear the vacuum cleaner from her bedroom, but I was too deep in sub-space to bring that point up with her.
“I’m sorry Miss Emma. It won’t happen again.”
“I should hope not. But I can’t simply let this go, can I? So why don’t you tell me what needs to be done now?” Emma said, watching me carefully.
I only had to think for a second before I said, “I should be punished, Miss Emma.”
“Is that what you want? To be punished?”
“Y-yes, Miss Emma. Please! I need to be punished for my failures. Please punish me.” I couldn’t believe those words would be coming out of my mouth. I knew it was the right answer, I had been a bad sissy maid for her and so I should be punished.
‘Bad girls get punished’
“Very well, sissy. If you insist. Bring me the hairbrush from my dressing table.”
“Yes Miss Emma.” I curtsied and hurried to grab the hairbrush, when I turned back around, Emma had took up position on the edge of her bed. She took the hairbrush from me and gestured for me to lie down across her knees, which I did without hesitation.
I could feel the softness of her thighs through the leggings she was wearing as I lay across her. I couldn’t help but wonder how this had happened, how far down the submissive rabbit hole I had come that I had just practically begged her to punish me for a minor infraction while acting as her maid.
“Now, sissy,” Emma said, flipping up the back of my skirt and pulling down my panties. “You should know that this is for your own good, but I expect it will hurt a little, so I’ll simply go with a nice even ten spanks for now.”
“Thank you Miss Emma.” And now I was thanking her for it.
‘Crack!’
‘Crack!’
“Owww, Shit!” I cried out as Miss Emma gave me two hard cracks with the flat back of the hairbrush, one on each cheek.
“Quiet, sissy. Take your punishment.” She was using her free hand to hold me in place, but my feet and legs were still squirming around, the last time Emma had spanked me was clearly something more playful than this.
‘Crack!’ “Ow.”
‘Crack!’
‘Crack!’ “Eep.”
‘Crack!’
‘Crack!’ “Tssssssss!”
“While I do love hearing those cute little noises you make, I need you to try and keep still, you still have three more to go.”
‘Crack!’
‘Crack!’ “Oww!”
‘Crack!’
“And that’s ten. But I wonder if you’d like one more, for good luck?” I could feel the heat radiating off my thoroughly reddened ass cheeks and knew I didn’t want any more, but is that what Emma wanted? I still wanted to impress her, so with that in mind, I answered.
“Yes please, Miss.” I said in a meek voice through my gritted teeth.
I felt the movement as Miss Emma swung her arm all the way back and let loose with a final loud ‘Crack!’.
“Owww, thank you Miss Emma!” She let me stand up after that and I instantly started rubbing my red hot ass, bouncing on the spot.
“Now, spanking you has gotten me a little turned on, so I think I’ll have to do something about that.”
“Oh please let me please you Miss Emma.” I said, still lightly rubbing my sore ass but desperate to taste her again.
“Ordinarily I would, but I’ve just had to punish you, remember? So unfortunately I’ll have to take care of myself this time, how disappointing for both of us.” I really was disappointed, I would have loved nothing more than to taste her again, make her cum with my tongue, have her call me a good girl. “Now, go stand in the corner, facing the wall. Don’t pull up your panties, and hold your dress up so I can see that lovely red butt of yours while I take care of myself.”
“Yes Miss Emma.” I said in a sad voice, following her orders and shuffling to the corner of her room with my panties around my ankles.
Being left in the corner has quite a powerful mental impact. I felt like a naughty school girl, standing there with my ass burning as I was forced to listen to Miss Emma pleasure herself with some sort of vibrating toy. My cage was tighter than it had ever been and practically dripping by this point.
“Ooh, fuck. This could have been you making me feel this good, haah, sissy. But instead you had to make me punish you.” Miss Emma was simply rubbing salt into the wounds by this point, perhaps knowing how desperate I was was a turn on for her. “Now you don’t even get to watch. Just listen as I….Oohhhh!”
I stayed there, in the corner, listening as Miss Emma brought herself to orgasm mere feet away from me, and I wasn’t even involved in any way. Somehow, this was a worse punishment than the spanking.
Thankfully, there was plenty left of the weekend….
End chapter 6
Comments
Lacey
I think Naomi's place could use a good cleaning.
e
Amazing chapter
