Chinese Extremes Part 4

The ride to Master's residence was completely uneventful for Lien. The whole way she lay in the trunk of his limousine, hooded and gagged, with her legs strapped together and her arms secured with the armbinder. The trip may have been uneventful, but Lien wasn't bored. She spent the whole trip fantasizing about her new life, of how she would serve Master constantly, of how she would show him her devotion in all things she did. She also dared hope that he would occasionally reward her with an orgasm. Her whole body ached for an orgasm and her balls had by now reached the state where they were constantly sore and tender from being denied too long. It was the normal state for all Master's slaves. Orgasms for the slaves were rare indeed.

Lien was bursting with happy anticipation as she was pulled from the trunk of Master's car and dragged into his enormous mansion to begin her life as his sissy-slave in earnest. She just couldn't wait to get started.

Her idea that she might be allowed to serve Master constantly, was soon proven both true and false. It was true in the sense that all she did was exclusively to serve him. Her every move, every little thing she did, was only to please Master. But pleasing Master did not require his physical presence. Pleasing Master could also mean washing dishes for hours, licking a dirty tile floor clean or even licking a filthy toilet until it sparkled. Most of her service was keeping his house in order along with the other slaves.

Master had many, many slaves. Lien gradually got an idea of just how many he had as her duties took her all over his estate. Lien slept together with twenty other completely feminized sissy-slaves in a tiny, windowless room deep below the house. The twenty feminized slaves slept together on a single large mattress, with so little space that they couldn't even turn. Not that any of them complained. First of all everybody was hooded and gagged while they slept, and more than that they were all bound in black, rubber straightjackets and their legs and their stilettos-clad feet were strapped together. Secondly, all complaints resulted in brutal punishment. And finally, none of the slaves thought they were being treated poorly. They were all deeply grateful that Master would have them and they all understood that they were nothing but filthy slaves, worthy of only the most demeaning treatment.