I Decided To Take The Humiliation For A Roof Over My Head

I had lost my job and a friend told me about a guy she knew that needed someone to do some work so I went over and talked to him. Robert hired me and always had work for me to do every weekend. I got kicked out of my apartment and Robert told me he had a spare room I could stay in but had to do all the house work and what ever else he said for staying there so I thanked him and moved in.

I did the laundry and kept the house clean plus what ever he told me to do as well as the work I did on the weekends but now I didn't get paid but he was letting me live there so I didn't complain.

I knew that I couldn't dress around him so I waited until I was in my room or when he was gone then I dressed up totally feminine and was happy. He started making little comments and one day even referred to me as his maid to a friend who visited and again I let it slide. I was cleaning my room one day and moved a shelf to vacuum and found a small camera hidden in some stuff on a shelf so I decided to search the entire room and found two more. The bastard had been recording me dressing up and acting girly and jacking off. One of the cameras was positioned so he could even see what I did on my computer and I got really med and decided to talk to him about it. When I asked him about the cameras he laughed and told me they were all over the house and recorded everything. He said he had videos of me dressing up all girly in my room and the things I did. He told me that he noticed that I always cleaned the house when he wasn't there, and when I did my chores it was always in a skirt or a dress and heels. I told him I was going to go to the police and he laughed and told me that there wasn't anything wrong with having cameras in the house and I couldn't prove the ones in my room were even hooked up.

Then he got very serious and told me I had a choice, I could pack my shit up and get the fuck out, or I could stay and agree to his new rules. If I stay he would change the closet doors. They would be metal and lockable and I would be expected to put all my boy clothes in it and he would keep them locked up. He said since I liked to dress up and act like a girl so much then that was the way I was to dress at all times. He said that if he wanted me to dress like a boy then he would put out some clothes then take them back when he decided to do so. On one hand I was excited because I would get to dress up all the time and wear makeup and all and still have a place to live but the bad thing about it was that if someone came over I was expected to answer the door and he would lock my door so I couldn't run and hide.

Any one who came over would see me and would tell others and soon all of his friends and family would know all about me as well as the few people I know that do not know that I am a sissy. I decided to take the humiliation and be happy with a roof over my head and told him I wanted to stay. He made me get rid of all my boy clothes except a few outfits that were kept locked up in a metal locker he installed in the closet and I shaved all my body hair off and wore either a dress or skirt, bra and panties and all including makeup and acted totally feminine.

He loved to tease me and I was so humiliated, especially when he came home one day with a package for me. In it was a black and white satin lace french maids outfit and a PVC one that I was expected to put one on and start cleaning since I was his sissy maid and would keep it on until he told me I could change. He said some days I might only clean for an hour but might have to wear my maids outfit for several hours or even all day if he decided. Everything went smooth till a week later, the door bell rang and I had to go answer the door which in itself was bad but what made it worse was that I was wearing my PVC maids outfit. It fits very tight and is short to show off my panties plus this was the first time he had company.