A chef, a plumber, an electrician, an actor. Just some of the occupations that people in front of him in the unemployment office used to do, but even a city the size of Mobotropolis was his by the credit crunch. As the officer asked politely for the next person in line, her face frowned seeing the familiar Rabbit approached the desk holding his allowance book in hand, seeming very melancholy about not earning a proper wage.

“Mr. Rabbit, I am extremely over the moon to tell you that your 6 months of dole collecting is at an end, and I no longer have to see your smug face anymore.” Scot’s face slowly dropped noticing that his last page was torn away from his allowance book, he slammed the desk furiously. “Are you Crazy?! How the hell am I supposed to get money now?!?” The Officer sharply launched out of her chair and twisted Scot’s arm back on himself, he grimaces in pain having to bend down with his chin resting on the deck, moments later the officer leans over. “Here’s an idea...Work you lazy son of a bitch!” She then leads him over to the door and throws him out, appropriately landing in a muddy puddle by the road-side. “Don’t bother coming back here, no one of this standard would take the likes of you!” She slams the door leaving the stunned Rabbit to pick himself up as the wind and rain begin to pick up, he runs along the street trying to find cover.

Scot was truly in ruins. Thrown out of the house by his cousin Luna until he could pay for the mess he wade, kicked out of his job at Meiou’s costume store for fooling about with customers and damaging property, not to mention the tab he had run up at the bars within a 5 mile radius, Scot needed money desperately. Finally tired of running as well as his life, he stopped in the middle of the road looked up to the ash grey clouds and shouted, “Please! I’m begging you! Give me something...anything for money!” He would have continued his angry rant if it was not for the car speeding rapidly toward him with full headlights and tooting the horn. He done a full acrobatic dive to make sure he wasn’t made road kill. As he looked back at the car, he saw a white gloved hand toss a single advertisement flyer back at his direction before speeding off through the clouds. As he gathered his senses his picked up the leaflet and read it in disbelief.

Need money fast? A house worker needed for menial jobs. No questions asked. Accommodation included and plenty of overtime offered.

Scot couldn’t believe it. A job, simple to do AND a bed thrown in, it was perfect, like god had answered his prayers. He was soon to find out it was more likely the devil’s doing.

After walking up the secluded dirt track, Scot found himself staring at a picturesque Victorian mansion set in neat land. Whoever owned it either came into a lot of fortune or was already rolling in the green dollars. He approached the gargantuan doors and pulled on the doorbell, the ring echoing through his head. Eventually it was pulled open, amazingly by a female. As she came into the daylight more, Scot noticed it was a white furred bat, with a very fetching tight purple catsuit on. Before Scot could talk, she asked, “Are you enquiring about the job?” “Why yes,” replied Scot, to which she turned away and invitied him inside.

They sat down on a leather sofa, on the desk in front of them was two freshly brewed cups of tea and a contract obviously waiting for Scot. “I’m not a person for going into details Mr Rabbit but it’s basically I tell you the job, you do it, you get paid. Agreed?” The bat held out a pen for Scot to quickly snatch and sign on the dotted line. She smiled smugly, before handing her new employee the cup of tea. They clicked the cups together and finished them off quickly. Scot started to say, “So when do I start?” before starting to feel fastly disorientated. “I would have to say...now” the bat timed her final word to when the Rabbit collapsed on the ground at the tip of her boots. “You better get used to that view, my new maid” she said as she dragged Scot off to the maid’s chambers.

As a smooth hand rubbed across his face, Scot started to wake up. As he went to stretch, he felt his arms wouldn’t leave his mid-section, like he was hugging himself. As the blurriness left his eyes he looked down and saw his arms were held in a tight leather straitjacket, held in place further by loops on the jacket to stop him trying to lift his arms over his head. “What the? What party did I end up at last night?” he asked himself. “Oh this is much better than a party Scot. Welcome to your new job,”

Rouge said as she stepped out from the shadows now wearing a shiny red latex dress holding a bag full of items, presumably for use on him. “Job? I never agreed to be a sex slave!” Scot balled out to which Rouge covered his mouth with her glove and pulled out the contract he signed. “Now sex slave is definitely not in the contract that you signed, but transvestite maid to be used in purposes seen fit by the employer certainly was in the contract.” Before Scot could make a verbal complaint, his new employer pulled out and stuffed a gag into his mouth and buckled it at the back of his head nice and tight. “Good boy! And not even needing to be told!” As Scot was staring down at the front of his gag which seemed to have a piece to attach other items onto, Rouge lifted up his leg and tugged on a pair of fishnet tights, reducing the width of the fur on his legs and making them look more feminine. Scot furiously tried to flex his legs to get the tights of, Rouge moved onto the next stage and locked on a pair of PVC ballet boots, causing Scot’s feet to be in a position never felt before and giving him some discomfort.

“Awwww, now aren’t you already starting to look sexy. I see you’re agreeing with me, heehee,” Rouge laughed, as Scot looked over his bound arms, he saw that his cock was free in between the two crotch straps of the straitjacket and was rock hard, making him blush a bit. Rouge pulled out a length of frilly black and white material that she wrapped around the bottom of the jacket and secured at the back. Scot had not acquired his maid’s skirt. Rouge then started to rub on Scot’s member, making him moan and squirm, but rather than watching him in pleasure, Rouge was more keen on feeling how big it was. As it got to its largest size, Rouge strapped the cock to something under the skirt. Scot could feel it holding tight around his prized possession, not letting him down from his sexual high.

“I should tell you, every step you take from now on, the little right on your manhood will tug, giving you a sense of extreme pleasure, just short of orgasm but here’s the catch. You must move about to complete your jobs and giving you more chance of me letting you go.” Scot went wide eyed at the plan of his new mistress, he tries to struggle away. Every step was like she described, yelping and moaning eventually causing him to trip on his ballet boots, giving him the biggest tug of all. Noticing he was now sure there was no escape and knowing escape would lead to sexual psychopathy, Rouge walked over and clipped a leash onto him and aided him onto his feet. “Ok maid, time for your job for today.”

Rouge opened the door two her large library, gently allowing Scot baby steps to get used to the balance of the ballet boots as well as a minimal pull of his cock ring. “This is my prized library, but unfortunately I’ve been away from home and been unable to keep it from getting dusty, hence this will be your first job.” Before Scot could react to his job in hand, Rouge pulls out a feather duster and attaches it to the front of Scot’s gag. Scot groaned and starts to sneeze at the dust in the room. Rouge rubber over his enclosed. “Aww don’t worry Scot, if you get this done, it’s a step closer to your freedom, and also might have an extra treat for you,” Rouge teasingly said giving the yiffy Rabbit a wink before locking the door, leaving him no escape. Two hours later, Rouge returned to the library to find it well done by the new maid, considering the position he was it. “That’s a good girl! Now, perhaps i can help you relax and take you...off your feet for it bit.” Rouge evily grinned and led Scot through a dark room hidden behind one of the bookcases.

In the darkness, Scot felt Rouge attaching some things onto his straitjacket, as well as the relief of feeling the chastity skirt and the feather duster come off. A few moments later a light is switched on, revealing that he is strapped onto what can be described as a gallow, but luckily not by his neck, but by the d-rings built into the jacket. He also noticed a machine attached to the foundation pole as well as a set of earphones plugged in. As he slightly spun around suspended on the straps, Rouge appeared in the light carrying some more straps that she attached to the ballet boots before looping around the upper beam and pulling, lifting Scot’s feet clear from the ground. Scot whimpered under his gag and struggled, still uneasy about his suspension. Rouge then Pulled out two attachments from the foundation pole, the first was about head height that She attached tightly onto the gag, the second was at crotch level, was like a large condom, that Rouge stretched and pulled over Scot’s manhood and even covering tightly over his sheath and balls.

Scot murred at the latest sensation over his cock as Rouge pulled over the headset. “Well I hope you enjoyed your first day working because you’ll be getting used to it for a long time. You see this machine as you can tell is a sexual stimulator, but I’m keeping you in it all night.” Scot looked confused to why she was doing this. “Don’t worry little pumpkin, you see this machine will make you come tonight probably more times than you ever will have done your entire life, and each time, the machine here will filter your cum and part of it you’ll be fed with, as well as some drugs to sedate you. Over time you will grow to yearn for release, and hopefully by tomorrow...well you’ll see.”

As Scot was about to yell, Rouge turned the suction machine on, causing him to spasm and struggle unable to go anywhere. Rouge pulled the headset over his ears and watched as the machine started to monitor his arousal level. After a few minutes Scot started to shake and quiver as the machine realised his level and at the exact moment of orgasm, Scot heard through the headset Rouge’s voice saying, “Cum for me.” He did. Hard. Harder than ever before. He saw the pleasure in Rouge’s face as she turned and closed over the door for the night, leaving the light on. After a few moments, he saw that something was being fed through the tube into his mouth. It was his own semen, still warm and salty but oddly something in the taste made him start to chill out. By the third cycle of the stimulator, Scot was left in a state of comatose as the machine continued to suck and feed him.

The next morning, Rouge opened the chamber door to find Scot still hanging and in the control of the machine, his only expression was his eyes glazed over. As he was pulled down from the machine and put into a new maid skirt with no ring attached and lead out into the library, Rouge decided to see how things went. “Scot dear?” “Mpph?” “Cum for me.” At the sound of that catchphrase, Scot started to shake and yell into his gag with the upmost pleasure, falling to his knees and shouting to the ceiling, he shot his considerably large load over the floor and some onto Rouge’s boot. She then proceeded to take a taste of the product and looking down at her new helpless slave maid.

“I don’t think you’d want to leave.”