Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2006 11:17:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: lauren westley <fundipity@yahoo.com>
Subject: Country Girl Day One (morning) - First Installment- TG

Country Girl
Day One
Morning
By
Lauren Westley


	I was awakened at 6am by the little clock on the side of my bed. It
didn't buzz or play music. Instead it repeated over and over," Get up
cunt." There was no snooze button. No way to ignore its command to me.
No way for me to believe this had been a little girlish fantasy dream I was
just awakening from.
	Instead, 'eyes wide open', in my small room, I was to be a
submissive girl, slut, whatever they wanted. Whoever and how many
'they' were I would be theirs.
	(I am not going to bore you with all the rules in the book etc.
Instead I will let you know sometimes when I am abiding by one
particular rule or when I am being punished for not remembering another.
	To the girls who want more detail on the clothes, I'm sorry. To the
MEN who want fewer details, I apologize sincerely. To those who are
unhappy with my stories I say, "Read something else". And to the friends
I've made or people who have enjoyed this passion, I say Thank You.
Now on Blitzer!)
	I stood up my blue nightie hanging down, just over my crotch.
Walking over to the mirror and I looked at myself. Gosh what a mess. I
hadn't taken my make-up off last night and now my face and my hair
looked like a rag doll. A little of Master Cock's cum had come out of my
mouth while I was holding it last night and was now clumped in a patch
just below my lip on my left . As I looked I could see why I was there. I
could see in my green eyes the glimmer of dreams. But I could also see
those dreams would be others and their use of me would be my memories.
	From the closet I took the outfit that had been selected for the day.
Although it was quite evident looking at 6 other similar outfits with each
having a day of the week sewn in red on the right breast pocket, it was
equally disconcerting seeing "CUNT and under it SATURDAY". And I
guess I would have to clean and press them each day to be ready for the
next week. On the other side of the closet were all sorts of outfits. I knew
not to rummage through them until I was told.
	Putting the maid's uniform on the bed with the Mary Jane's by the
foot of the bed (how girly of me) I went over to the vanity and opened my
make-up suitcase. Suddenly, I realized I had to pee badly. From the past
months of habit I grabbed my 'douchette' (Master Cock's name for it) and
walked out to the bathroom to clean up.
	The house was dark with just a night light in the hall and a summer
morning chill twisting up under my nightie which made me feel twice as
naked as I was. Walking into the bathroom (as you know the door is
missing) I saw a note on the mirror from Master Cock. It simply said,
"Your first toilet in the morning is the only time you do not need
permission. And, as you know you may not talk first with anyone. So,
you'll just have to figure out what to do for the rest of the day."
	I had forgotten about the "Bathroom Control" part of the deal. As I
would learn soon I didn't know much about anything.
	Sitting down on the toilet I tinkled and then wiped away from my
anus. Then I poopied and wiped the other way. I'm not sure how girls do it
but I am sure Master Cock had instructed me on this hygiene method
months ago. Getting up I flushed, turned on the shower, took my pills,
removed my nightie and enjoyed the warmth of the shower. Washing my
hair and body I felt so clean. The dirt washed down my body, swirled
around my red toenails and finally disappeared in a swirl through the
drain. I felt wonderful.
	Drying off I went back to my room and was about to proceed
putting on a pair of panties before doing my make-up. Opening the drawer
I looked down and pulled out my favorite color, a sea-green panty and
matching bra. But, the panties were different from anything I had ever
seen or heard about. I hope I can explain but since this is scientific and I
really am not too bright in that department it will be difficult. (I'm good
on colors and I'm a blond) By the way girls they were string thong with a
large frontal patch for you bushy ones like me. (Does anyone know why
we use they or pair of panties to designate a single panty?)
	Anyhow, built into the crotch of the panties was some sort of hard
bendable material. That I figured out right away was something for my
figure and saw that all the other panties had the same thing. But when I
went to put them on I saw something else on the inside. Oh I had seen
things like 'neosteel' makes and had read stories about 'glue-on-vaginas.'
But this was different.
	Inside the front, behind the patch, was a pocket. Upon opening the
elastic pocket I could see something that looked like a condom but
appeared stronger. It was supple and obviously was to put my....call it
what you will... into. I turned the panties over and could see a small hole
in the lower part of the panty. Touching the hole it was evident a small
tube (very short in length) connected to the end of the condom like sheath
and then out. Well, you know what that was for? Right? My face reddened
as I realized that I would be peeing as a woman as well.
	Getting the panties on wasn't too hard and when I sat down at the
vanity to put my sheer wired bra on I felt like, well almost.....I think!
	So then I was dressed in my maid's outfit. Fully made up with
bright red lips and the, for better want of a phrase, control panty holding
me tight and forming a very feminine looking front to my panties or
anything else I might wear. I left the room to clean up before 8am. That
much I knew. I was too clean up any mess from the night before and have
coffee ready.
	After breakfast around 10am I would do the bedrooms (as
necessary), do the laundry and hang it outside. Then at lunch I was to be
finished and in the afternoon clean the bathrooms.
	Fortunately, this morning I though there would be very little to
clean up since Master Cock and I had come alone. But, I could tell when I
got to the kitchen I was wrong. There were four empty highball glasses, a
few dishes with dried on food and an ashtray over on the table with an
open deck of cards. I started looking for the dishwasher but there wasn't
one. Sadly, I was going to wash everything by hand while I was here.
Under the sink (luckily) there were a pair of rubber gloves and by 8am the
house of was clean and the coffee was made when I heard the first male
rumblings of the morning.
	The sound came from the bathroom. It was a loud, "AHHHHHH!
And I could hear his pee hitting the toilet. Nervously I glanced around the
edge of wall to peek and just as I did I heard his voice. It wasn't Master
Cock but before I could pull back into the kitchen he commanded, "Bitch,
I know you're looking, get your ass over here right now."
	I walked down the hall shaking as I approached the bathroom. I
saw he had a small ass but looked very tall as he stood peeing. When I got
within what I can only call striking distance, he turned, grabbed my wrists
pulling me into the bathroom and bending me a bit over in one movement
and began spanking me. He was spanking so hard I began to cry and I
heard him say, "Don't ever forget to say 'Yes Sir' when you are spoken
to."
	Sobbing, my ass red and sore again, he pulled me back up in front
of him. I was still looking up when he slapped my face hard and said,
"Bitch, you know what you should be looking at." My ass and face burned
as I looked down to this thick drooping cock. I had no idea how big it
would look hard but it did look thick the way it was.
	"Good girl," he said while moved his hand under my hair and
around the back of my neck. "Ok, now I just did a good morning piss
which I'm sure you wanted but right now I want you to lick my cock and
balls clean." And then with a little force on my neck I began to go down to
the floor passing the hair on his somewhat extended stomach till I was
kneeling. He played with my hair and ears as I licked his pee from his slit
and lapped around his hairy balls. Now, I was told earlier, I was their
female. That was how I was to think. And they wouldn't tolerate any
thoughts or actions other than such.
	Then, with just his large hand on my nape, with my stockings
sliding under my knees, he turned me effortlessly (although I knew to
move in the direction he wanted by his touch) till I was looking at the
toilet. The seat was down and there were both dribbles of pee and a few
pubic hairs. His voice above said, "Did you leave this fucking seat down
bitch?"
	"Yes Sir," I managed to sob out from the various pains I felt. My
ass, my face and the pressure on my neck all made my voice even more
docile. I could hear the submissive wisp in my voice as the higher female
tones uttered, "What would you have me do Sir?"
	"Lick that fucking mess from the seat and remember to ALWAYS
leave the seat up. This isn't a cunt's house. This is a man's castle. The seat
stays UP."
	Looking at the deep autumn yellow drops as I leaned down to obey
him (since that would be my duty from now on) I could smell the aroma of
his urine waif up from the toilet into my nostrils as I licked the toilet seat
clean. Pubic hairs getting on my tongue and finding ithard to swallow I
finally finished.
	Still holding my neck he said, "Now, lift the seat up," as he let go
of my nape and then gave me a slight slap on the back of my head. Not
expecting the slap I nearly lost my balance but managed to grab the seat
and raise it as I kneeled in front of the toilet with the seat up.
	"And now bitch, lick the bottom of the seat and as a punishment
you will also lick the rim. Not just now but for the whole day. You'll go
into the bathroom each time you're not busy and if it's not clean you'll get
down on your knees and be the good little maid you were made to be,
Comprende? Oh, and when you are done you can flush the toilet for me
but I want you to kneel in front of it when you do and put your face over
the bowl so you can watch what you missed from me but will be getting
from me from now on."
	"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir, I meekly uttered." Stunned how I was
drifting deeper into submission then I ever thought I would. I could hear
him in the kitchen as I licked the bottom of the seat and the rim clean.
Then, as I was told, I knelt in front of the bowl, leaned my head down and
flushed the toilet. Cold urine scented air pushed up his aroma brushing
over my face and his pee went down. It went through my nostrils and even
my eyes. Nearly tearing as the flush finished I got up, straightened my
skirt and white apron. Then I looked in the mirror and saw my lipstick had
smeared a little and was thankful I had brought it with me. Then I
freshened my lipstick and walked out to the kitchen.
	As I entered the kitchen he was sitting having coffee at the table. I
heard him say, "Good morning cunt. How's our pussy today?"
	"Fine, thank you Sir," I answered immediately.
	"Well, come over here and stand by my side," Sir said.
	I walked (as you know by now femalely) over to him and stood by
his side. All of a sudden he slapped my ass twice saying, "Look bitch you
always stand by my right side. I'm right handed. If I was fucking left
handed you would stand where you are, right?
	"Y...ee....sss Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I'll remember Sir," I quivered as I
walked around to his right side.
	"Now that's a good girl," he continued as he put his right hand on
my inner thigh halfway up. Standing there as he rubbed and played with
my thighs and squeezed my ass, I knew what I had wanted to feel like. I
was the girl. And, as you know, I was submissive in my dreams and now
reality. His fingers rubbed underneath. With the shield there he wouldn't
feel my large clit but instead just like I was wearing a thick pad.
	While he was doing this he was looking at a pornographic
magazine. The pictures showed a girl being bound and then put in a cage. I
winced. Once in a while he would take his hand away and take a sip of his
coffee or turn a page. It was definitely a bondage magazine. And I realized
I hadn't said no to that but only to severe pain and wondered how I had
missed that.
	"Hey Houser," Master Cock said as he came into the room. "How
do you like our little bitch?"
	I stood silent as Sir (as I knew him) squeezed my ass again and
said, "Yep, you know how to find the best pussy around. Though she'll
need a little training before she understands what it means to be our
submissive cum slut. But she does have one fine ass. But can it hold a
quart of cum?" He squeezed a bit harder on the final words.
	"Come over here Prissy," Master Cock said. I walked over with
my eyes on his cock thinking about the months ago this had started.
Nearly a year had passed. All of my fantasies had swirled around inside
my head. I'm sure none of you can understand what it's like to be trapped
inside something you're not. I'm not gay. I'm not straight. I'm not any
description ever written. But, I live (does that mean by Descartes I am?)
How different to be in this ocean wearing my sea-green panties, my
tongue coated with the taste of a man's urine. Unsure, afraid but
nevertheless here. (Ok, if you don't like the poetic dissonance I do. See,
this isn't about those who don't understand me but about those of you who
do. That means both the doms and the subs who share some of the
pleasure ride I'm on.)
	I walked over to Master Cock looking at his crotch as I did. I
became more and more entrapped within the truth. And as I arrived near
him I could smell the odor of manliness. It's a pheromone I never did
produce. And standing there, Master Cock said, "Prissy you have finally
begun to be what you will end these three weeks as." And with that he put
his hand on my head and pushed me towards the floor. The motion down
was starting to become normal. I went to my black stocking knees with my
maid's dress hem never touching the floor. A jolt, I wasn't paying
attention, my hair pulled, I hadn't what? I didn't know.
	"Bitch when you hit the floor on your knees have your mouth
open. No one cares about your wants." Pulling my hair till the roots
burned I opened my mouth. "Good little whore," Master said as he
unzipped his fly with his other hand pulled out his cock and while pulling
my head forward slid his large dangling snake into my mouth.
	He pumped my mouth while talking with Sir. They talked about
the World Cup. About how stupid England had been and that now the
semi-finals were a Continental affair. As my saliva lubricated Master
Cock's penis in my throat I was there but I wasn't. I was a woman but I
wasn't. I was a whore but I wasn't paid. What was I becoming?
	His cock (oh to remember Master's Cock) thickened, hardened,
pulsed and moved over my lips, tongue, tonsils and into my throat. I was
gagging but I was also sucking. I can't explain it. And after what seemed
like an hour, yet I was to learn it wasn't even 9am yet, Master Cock pulled
his cock slowly out of my throat, past my tonsils, over my tongue, past my
lips and almost immediately began shooting cum all over my face. Gobs
stuck to my nose. Much sat on my cheeks. And because most of it was
thick, just a little dribbled down my chin and fell between my small A cup
orbs and leaked down my cleavage towards my belly button.
	"Now get up and don't' touch your face. I want you to feel it dry.
To smell it," Master Cock said with a condescending tone. And as I rose
he turned to his friend saying, "Houser did you bring the rope?" As my
mind raced I stood there in my little maid's outfit barely able to see out of
my right eye. I didn't know what I looked like but I knew what it felt like.
But that loss of vision changed almost immediately as Master Cock
opened a drawer in a credenza next to the dining table and pulled out a
mirror.
	"Here, now you can see what you should look like every moment,
everyday," Master Cock sneered. I looked in the mirror and saw my face
was white glob cum splotched. I took a breath through my nose and some
of Master cum sitting at the base of nostril came up through my nasal
passage filling it with both smell and texture. Keeping my eyes on Master
Cock's penis my peripheral vision saw Sir walking to the door and then I
heard him say, "I'll be right back with the rope and my other bag of
goodies." A moment after that the front door banged shut.
	Master Cock started to play with my breasts and pinching my
nipples he said how well the hormones had worked. My breasts were
exactly the size that pleased him and his friends would like them also.
Another comment on how  I really did have girly nipples. "The perfect
submissive," he said. "Both man and woman, just Perfect!" And as those
words brushed across my face I heard the sound of motorcycles.


(Ok, some of you are just going to hate this. But, I'm having the time of
my life writing it. So, this Lauren Westley at fundipity@yahoo.com saying
there is "more to cum.")