Me and sissy system part 7

As my sissy adventure continue , my house owner start to notice the changes in me.. and he didn't took much time to find about my sissy life

After the security uncle started blackmailing me, my life became much more complicated and dangerous. Daddy still controlled me through messages and tasks, sending me for quick sessions in abandoned buildings or behind the college. At the same time, the security uncle was using his power over me, calling me to empty classrooms, toilets, and the staff room whenever he wanted.

But there was one more person who had started noticing everything ,my house owner.
He had seen me coming home late at night multiple times with messy hair, smudged makeup, and cum stains on my clothes. One night, after I came back from sucking off a stranger in an abandoned building, he was waiting near the stairs.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me close.
“You smell like cum again, sissy,” he said in a low voice. “Who fucked you tonight? Was it that security uncle from your college?”
My eyes widened. I didn’t know he knew about the security uncle.
He pushed me into my room and closed the door.
“I’ve seen you sneaking out at night dressed like a whore. And I’ve seen that fat security uncle looking at you strangely during college functions. Don’t lie to me.”
Before I could answer, he pushed me onto the bed, pulled down my pants, and shoved his cock into my ass without any warning. He fucked me hard while continuing to degrade me.
“You’re not even trying to hide it anymore. Coming home with your ass leaking and lipstick smeared. You’ve become a complete public slut, haven’t you?”

I moaned into the pillow while he pounded me. The fact that he knew about the security uncle made it even more humiliating. After he came inside me, he didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed inside and kept talking.
“From now on, whenever you come back after getting fucked by someone else, you will come to my room first and clean my cock. I don’t care how tired or messy you are. Understand?”
I nodded while his cum was leaking out of me
A few days later, the security uncle called me to an empty classroom after college hours. He made me wear a short skirt and crop top that I had hidden in my bag, then bent me over a desk and fucked me roughly. He kept calling me a “blackmail whore” and “college sissy” while recording it on his phone.

When I finally reached home late at night, my house owner was sitting in the hall. He looked at my messy state — skirt slightly torn, makeup ruined, and cum stains on my thighs — and smirked.
“Come here,” he ordered.
I walked to him with shaky legs. He made me kneel in front of him and pulled out his cock.
“Open your mouth. I know you just got fucked. I can smell it on you.”
He fucked my throat while asking questions.
“Was it the security uncle again? Did he fuck you in college like a cheap whore?”
I couldn’t answer properly because his cock was deep in my throat, but he kept going.
“I should start charging him for using you. Or maybe I should join next time. Would you like that, sissy? Both of us using you together?”
The thought made my body react even though I was scared. He came down my throat and made me swallow everything before letting me go to my room

Another night, after Daddy sent me for a quick session behind the college, I came home around 11 p.m. My house owner was waiting near my door. He didn’t say anything at first. He just pushed me inside, made me strip, and bent me over the bed.
While he was fucking me, he spoke in a low, degrading voice.
“I saw you today. You thought no one was watching, but I followed you. I saw that man taking you behind the trees. You were on your knees like a proper bitch, sucking his cock in public.”

He thrust harder.
“You didn’t even notice me standing far away and recording you on my phone. I have the video now. So from today, you will also serve me whenever I want, without any complaints. Otherwise, that video might reach your college.”
I felt my whole body go cold and hot at the same time. Now my house owner also had something to blackmail me with.
He continued fucking me while talking.
“You’re not just Daddy’s whore or that security uncle’s blackmail bitch anymore. You’re my whore too. And I’m going to use this ass whenever I feel like it.”
After he came inside me, he made me stay in that position for some time with his cum leaking out. Then he slapped my ass and said,
“Go clean yourself. But tomorrow night, I want you in my room at 10 p.m. Dressed like a whore. No excuses.”

Over the next few days, my house owner started using me more regularly. Sometimes he would call me to his room late at night after I came back from meeting the security uncle. He especially enjoyed fucking me when I was already tired and used.

One night, after the security uncle had fucked me in the staff room toilet and sent me home, my house owner made me come to his room. He made me describe everything that happened while he fucked me.
“Tell me how he used you. Did he make you suck his dirty cock again?”
I had to answer him while he was inside me. The more I described, the harder he fucked me. He seemed to get excited knowing that other men were using me.
“You’re becoming too famous among perverts, sissy. First Daddy, then that security uncle, and now even I’m using you whenever I want. You really have no shame left, do you?”
After he finished, he made me sleep in his room that night with his cum still inside me. He said he liked the idea of me sleeping like a used whore in his bed.
Now I was trapped between three people.
Daddy controlled me through the system and online tasks.
Security uncle controlled me through blackmail and college risk.

My house owner controlled me through what he had seen and recorded, and by using me whenever he wanted at home.
Every time I came back home after getting used by someone, my house owner would usually fuck me or make me serve him. He had started treating me like his personal house slut. Sometimes he would even message me during college and tell me to come straight to his room after I reached home, without even changing my clothes.

The humiliation was becoming constant. But my body had started reacting to it. The more I was used and degraded by all three of them, the more addicted I was becoming.
And I knew this was only the beginning.