The Terrace View Apartments Part 6

It probably sounds like torture to many of you, but when you’re being trained to be a perfect little sissy-slut, the idea that so many men want you is nothing but a compliment. Indeed, I soon found myself flirting with the guards, hoping that they would ravish me instead of one of the other sissy-slaves on that day. To my credit, I was usually successful in getting myself raped on a daily basis by our security staff, the janitors, or at least one of our patrons.

It was bliss, but I must admit that it wasn’t all sexual service to our patrons and staff. At night, when we were locked securely in our cages, we would sometimes find ourselves being let out in order to make love to our trainers on the bench in the middle of the training courtyard. Mistress Kendra took quite a liking to me within the first week, and would frequently haul me out of my cage in the middle of the night so that she could sit on my face while my tongue explored her inner recesses.

Some of my favorite memories are of me being bound up on all-fours across the training bench, my neck straining to connect with Mistress Kendra’s sex underneath her skirt while several of the night guards fucked me mercilessly from behind. I could stay in that position for hours, and Mistress Kendra was one of those multi-orgasmic women who required that I put in several hours of personal service on a regular basis.

Needless to say, the maid staff at the Terrace View Apartments didn’t get much sleep, and we were always kept in a hazy, almost-orgiastic state. I personally went three months without an orgasm, which was probably due to the hormones that they kept injecting into my system. And then one day, while I was routinely swallowing one of our patron’s morning load of urine and semen, I suddenly erupted into orgasm and filled my panties with my seed without any stimulation whatsoever.

Needless to say, I was severely punished for my indiscretion, and Mistress Kendra took great delight in locking me to the rack while she whipped me with a cruel flogger. She didn’t remove my maid’s uniform, but by the time she had finished with me, my clothing lay in tatters around my feet and I had passed out from the intense pain of her punishment.