For what felt like the millionth time I stoop up from my kneeling position back onto my pink heals. My master laid back satisfied, his dick still hard and covered in my spit. I could still taste his cum in my mouth as I smiled at him and giggled, before mincing into the kitchen to continue my daily duties- cooking, cleaning and answering the every whim of my master.
I may be smiling and giggling, but make no mistake. I’m not happy. I’m trapped in the body of this asian maid, forced to slave under this pervert. Before this I was a man named … named… Okay, I don’t remember what my name was, but is certainly wasn’t Yumiko like it is now. Back then, I had been matched with a cute asian girl on tinder. Her picture was a spitting image of how I now looked. I thought she was way out of my league so I quickly struck a conversation and was excited when she was interested in getting drinks.
But when I went to the bar where we’d agree to meet, I ended up waiting all night for her. Finally, once it had gotten late, a waitress gave me a drink saying it was from the bartender. Realizing I’d probably fallen victim to some prank, I took the drink with grace. After a few sips I knew something wasn’t right and I felt woozy. Soon after, I passed out. When I woke up, I was like this. I was the girl. I was in a bed in a sparce, windowless room. I was weak, and could barely move. When a man came in the room I tried to speak.
“Who you? What you do to me?” I said in a tiny voice. That’s when I first realized that, somehow, I could no longer speak english without a heavy accent.
“I’m your master, and you are Yumiko now.” He said with a smile. From then on it was over. I was under his total command. He quickly told me to “Never mention anything from my old life.” And that was the end of that. It’s been months since then, and I’ve been cleaning and cooking and fucking since then. I have no idea who my master is, or how he did this to me. All I know is that he, and I, live in a small house in the mountains. When I look out the windows I can’t see any other people or houses. Even still, I’d love to run away, but I can’t. On day one, master told me never to leave, so even though I long to leave whenever I look at the door, I’ve never been able to take one step towards that goal.
I’ve lost track of the exact time, but I think I’ve been here for at least six months. For that time, every day has been exactly the same.
My routine begins at dawn when I wake up, sometimes in master’s bed, sometimes in my own small bed, where this all started. If I’m in master’s bed, it’s usually because he wanted me to stay after he fucked me the night before. In this case, I’ll usually wake up with dried cum between my legs, or on my face, or in my hair. Soon I’ll get in the shower, but not before I fulfill my first duty of the day, master’s wake-up blowjob.
After that, I start a shower for me and master and we wash each other. As much as I hate soaping his hairy body, my body just giggles and kisses him. When he washes me he pays particularly attention, unsurprisingly, to my ass, my pussy, and of course my big tits. If this works master up, the shower will often conclude with anywhere from a handjob to me getting my ass fucked. I hate all of it… but of course “Yumiko roves fucky master”
If it’s a weekday, master goes to work for most of the day. I have no clue where he works, but it keeps him pretty busy. For the rest of the day, after dressing in my tiny, pink, frilly uniform, I do his laundry, get dinner started, vacuum, dust, complete any other tasks master’s assigned me, and then if I have nothing to do, I kneel in front of masters chair and wait for him to get home. I hate the days I have nothing to do.
When he gets home he immediately sits in his chair and I take off his belt, undo his pants, and suck him off. I always try to swallow, since his cum is the closest thing to food he lets me have. But sometimes he likes to deny me that pleasure and instead cum all over my tits or my face. Sometimes he doesn’t even let me wipe it off, so I have to wear it on me for the rest of the evening.
After that, I bring his dinner, his drinks, and anything else he wants, and I wait near him, ready for a command. Sometimes we watch tv, me in his lap, him groping my chest or fingering me absentmindedly. Sometimes he makes me dress up and dance for him, or act like a kitten, or masturbate in front of him. Sometimes he’s tired and I have to sit quietly for the whole evening, at least until we go to bed, which usually involves me getting fucked or, more often, fucking him.
That’s weekdays. On weekends master is home and I’m his plaything all day. Sometimes this means making him orgasm to exhaustion. In fact, I just gave his fifth blowjob of the day. As I swallow his cum and he pinches my ass, causing me to squeal, I wondered how long my old psyche would last. Even if part of me loved swallowing his cum all the time, since it was the only way I could eat, of course I still despised every moment. But then again, sometimes I find myself completely zoned, almost on autopilot, experiencing life naturally as Yumiko. When I’d come back and remember who I was, not this Asian sex slave maid, but a man, I became deeply sad. I know there is no hope for me. I can’t run, I can’t disobey, and I can’t even remember my old name. Sometimes… I wish master would make it so I couldn’t remember when I was a guy.
