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After those first couple days, Dylan settled into a routine. Wake up at 5. Help Maik with breakfast. Take Bruno for a morning walk and make him fetch the newspaper. Bring fresh flowers from the garden. Take the breakfast to Dr. Andora's room and wait kneeling beside the table for him to finish. Help him dress in the clothes you ironed and layed down the previous night and the shoes you polished in the morning. Then help around the house on various errands. He was making less and less mistakes and his tally marks had significantly reduced. Whenever he found time, he worked on the books he was given. His books were the anatomy and physiology of male and female reproductive systems along with secondary sexual characteristics. It was in so much detail with photos that he couldn't read more than 5 pages without getting hard. He had an inkling why he was given these books, afterall he had more than once noticed Maik's full breasts, but he chose to ignore them. He couldn't take one more humiliation without combusting.
On the fifth day just after he had tied the laces of the last shoe, he suddenly felt a hand move gently over his hair. It was all Dylan could do not to lean into the touch. All these days dressing Dr. Andora had tested all his limits. He wondered if the demon mark had lost it's power because none of the residents have yet approached him for sex. His hole was finally in the healing stage. The same can't be said about his butt though. He wouldn't lie and say he didn't miss the sex. He felt too empty without a dick in his mouth or hole. He froze like that with Dr. Andora's hand moving in his hair for a while.
"Did you read the books?" He asked.
"Yes, my lord."
"So, did you understand?"
It was a loaded question and Dylan knew it. Dr. Andora knew Dylan knew it.
"Yes, my lord."
"Then we'll work on it tonight. You can go." He said as he moved away from Dylan and Dylan immediately missed the touch but he obediently stood up but just as he was about the reach the door, Dr. Andora said.
"Tell Raymond to get you the outfit. And bell."
Dylan was confused for a second but if the last five days had taught him anything, it was affirmation.
"Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord."
He bowed and left the room.
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The outfit, he realised, was the maid outfit he had seen most of the servants wearing whether male or female. The black and white frock barely reached his upper thigh, only slightly covering his butt or his cock. He wasn't getting boxers or shorts to go underneath it. The stockings reached where the skirt ended. Atleast the apron was modest. Dylan knew it was coming but the idea still disgusted him. But he had seen and appreciated Maik on more than one occasion so he tried telling himself it wasn't all bad. But the constant humiliation his life had become wasn't going to stop at that. As he got dressed Raymond made him twirl slowly in a circle as he appreciated him like a specimen.
"Perfect." He said clapping his hands. "Even your demon mark is on perfect display. Now come here."
Dylan gingerly and self consciously made his way towards Raymond. God he didn't want Ray to see him in this. He would sooner die than be seen in this.
"Please." He whimpered. He immediately regreted it.
"Please what." Raymond's voice caught an edge.
"Nothing, sir." Dylan replied immediately, looking at his feet. He knew the exact moment Raymond let the matter go and he was grateful for it.
"Lift your skirt and sit on that desk." Raymond said before moving out to fetch someone. The men came in an all black attire with a kit in his hand. Raymond took a seat across from them. Dylan blushed at his semi hard exposed cock under the maid outfit in front of a stranger.
"That's nice. Saved me the trouble of making you hard." The stranger winked at him and it took Dylan more time than he should have before realising where the ring with the bell was going.
He immediately panicked and scrambled to get on his feet screaming, "No, no, no, you can't." He rushed towards the open door but Raymond was there to catch him and forcibly throw him at the table. For a fleeting second Dylan thought about using his magic to throw all this people away but his demon mark stung and that pain was too much to render him motionless.
Raymond was speaking something just as the stranger knelt before him cleaning his now shrunk cock.
"... not appropriate behavior at all. This would not go unpunished.... " He didn't hear what he said further as he felt another spark of pain coming from the top of his dick as the skin was pierced. The stranger immediately hooked the ring with the bell inside and set it close.
"You'll have to keep it clean and take.. " The stranger was now giving instructions but all Dylan could think about was how now he had a bell at the tip of his dick and that made him want to laugh for some reason.
"It's an initial test. A servant has to be like a ghost. In and out doing their work without the owner knowing. Their presence shouldn't disturb their masters. Your task is to make minimal movements while working so as the bell doesn't jingle." Raymond completed his monologue. But Dylan was just too much humiliated and in pain to care anymore.
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When he went to the kitchen after settling his nerves, he was met with cat calls and wolf whistles which immediately sent all his blood rushing to his face.
The "welcomes" and "finally" and the cheers along with everyone patting him on his ass as he moved was too much touching after 5 days of being untouched. The Mary Janes he was wearing just made it that much more uncomfortable to walk and his bell sounded with every moment. Maik seperated himself from the group and bounced towards him, swatting the hand of a guy who was slipping his hand under his skirt.
"Stop it, guys! You'd overwhelm him." Maik said as he gently curled his hand around Dylan's waist and pulled him away from the group. He leaned in towards Dylan's ear and said, "You look gorgeous, darling."
They moved out of the kitchen towards the servant quarters. Dylan realised that his room was the tiniest and barest of them all because as they entered Maik's quarters, he was surprised to see a twin bed with a dressing table and a cupboard of his own. Maik gently settled him on the bed and moved towards the dressing table.
"Sir said to help you with some makeup."
"No.. I don't want-." Dylan was alarmed and he quickly looked away.
"Relax, darling. You'd look awesome. Trust me." Maik said as he bought his kit and a stool before sitting in front of Dylan. Dylan was looking down, his face flushed. If someone had told him six months back that he'd be wearing a slutty maid dress and applying makeup, he'd have incinerated them with his magic. But here he was.
"Come on. Don't be shy. We'll start light okay? No one would even realise you have it." Maik's calm voice made him look at him as he started using his brush on his face. He kept his eyes closed as Maik set to work. He was done in a few minutes and turned Dylan towards the mirror so that he could see the final result.
Maik was not lying when he said he'd start light. It was practically impossible to see much difference. The only thing visible was light pink eye shadow and blush on his cheeks that accentuated his features. The light pink lipstick almost looked natural. For the first time he looked at his whole attire, the too deep neck line of the frilly dress showing his necklaces. He was glad the top was a bit lose. Then he noticed just how short the dress was, it was barely covering his front and he thought the same could be said about his back. He was sure if he bent down, there was nothing left for imagination. The stockings instead of giving him modesty just highlighted the sluttiness of the outfit.
He felt Maik cozy up behind his back, his hand moving towards his neck, caressing his mark.
"You look stunning, darling. As if this mark wasn't tempting enough. I've been fighting the pull since you came in the house. They're going to eat you alive." His voice low in his ear sent a shiver down his spine. Maik's other hand went around Dylan's waist inside his skirt and held on to his semi hard cock and gave it a lazy stroke which made Dylan moan and squirm in his hands. The bell jingled and it sounded loud in that cozy room.
"Try to make less sound as you walk. It's apparent to everyone what's over here."
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Maik was right. He did make a lot of noise as he moved around and that had earned him fresh infarctions on his card after the two red circles that Raymond gave him for panicking before the piercings.
Another thing he was right was about the maids finally losing their cool. The first one happened when he was out doing the laundry and one of the servants who didn't wear the maid outfit caught him from behind and took him behind the bushes. Dylan struggled for a second before realising that he felt almost relieved when he was back to his old role. Atleast that was familiar. The servant pushed down just enough of his pants so as to free his cock. The sight of which immediately sent Dylan's mouth drooling. It had been too long. He didn't have to be told twice when the servant pushed him down on the ground. The bell jingled as he moved to his knees and almost immediately started sucking him.
The servant was degrading him enough that he didn't have to even think about anything else. He came down Dylan's throat and pulled back a little early so as some cum dropped down Dylan's makeup covered face. Dylan automatically said Thank You before he realised he did that. The servant tucked himself and left him kneeling there.
When Dylan came back to the kitchen, he was too humiliated to ask Maik for his makeup again but Maik just patted his cheeks before shaking his head. Dylan understood why because he spent the whole day getting passed around giving blow jobs to the staff of the household. It almost felt like the Trainee vest was a No Touch jersey and now they were given the green signal to use him. He was glad the servants didn't have enough time to get more than a blow job from him. He didn't get any much work done that day earning another red circle and multiple tally marks. That night, just as he was about to finally turn in for the bed, the bell rang once.
Loudly.
Dr. Andora's room.