Dating App Victim

I made it to my house without meeting anyone, which was fortunate, but then it must have been well after midnight. My feet were sore from walking without shoes.

I opened the door and stepped quickly inside, just glad to get home.

As I went to the kitchen to find a knife to cut the ropes around my wrists a voice from the darkness said; ‘Welcome to my house Tom, I have been expecting you!’

As I processed this, including the words “my house”, a hand from behind me clamped over my face and as I struggled I inhaled a sweet smell and the world went black.

When I recovered consciousness I was tied to a bed, my bed, with ropes leading to the four corners. I struggled but the ropes were well tied and the silicon dummy still in my mouth prevented me from calling out.

Eventually the door to my room opened and a man and women walked in. They stood together at the foot of the bed holding hands. ‘The sisters have, as they said, released you. However they may have neglected to add that they were actually releasing you into our service. You see it was us that paid for your release!’

I tried to reason with them but the gag prevented it and anyway the woman, ignoring my attempted interruption, continued; ‘When you signed all the paperwork the organisation we work for stripped you of all your assets including this property. It is now part of my portfolio and I am sure you will like the changes we have made whilst you were with the sisters once you get to see them!’

She nodded to the man who leaned over the bed and untied me. I was allowed to shower and eat in “my” kitchen although I wasn’t allowed any clothes at that point.

Once I had finished the woman said; ‘Its time you got dressed and we set you to work!’

If I had wanted to resist clearly the man had more strength than me so it would be pointless. I was given a black outfit to wear which I found was a perfect fit.

What I ended up wearing was a classic French Maid’s outfit; black with a frilly white underskirt. The chest had two holes that allowed the nipple rings to poke through. The skirt was extremely short and white tights reached to the top of my thighs. A short black wig was glued to my head onto which a white lacy cap was attached.

The dog collar was still padlocked around my neck so the woman produced a white scarf which she used to hide it before attaching a small padlock to the zip ensuring I couldn’t remove the uniform.

A leather ring gag was forced into my mouth and once it was lodged behind my teeth it was buckled tightly in place and immediately I could feel drool dripping from my mouth

After being told to lie on the floor the woman said; ‘there is one more item which you will need to wear as part of your uniform. It will ensure there are no accidents whilst your sphincter muscles recover, if indeed they ever do!’

A bulky pair of diaper like pants was pulled up my legs to my waist and when I stood up it was apparent that the short skirt didn’t cover them – something I guess was intended!

‘Your attire is a deliberate choice; you are here to serve and one of your jobs is to ensure the house is spotless at all times. Any command given to you by anyone in this house will be obeyed immediately without question, or you will be punished severely!’ she said sternly.

I was given a feather duster and told to dust the entire ground floor of what had been my house. The man followed me around checking my work until I had completed the task.

He then he ordered me to lean over the arm of “my” settee. My padded pants were pulled down and my legs forced apart. Without warning he drove his erect cock inside me. For several minutes he pummelled me before I felt the warmth of his ejaculation. After pulling the padded pants back up he thrust his cock through the ring gag and demanded I cleaned him.