Brady stood there, staring at me intensely as he awaited my answer. I could feel the pressure of his presence. It was difficult to collect my thoughts. That was normally an issue. He had an overbearing personality that kept me in a state of constant intimidation.
My mind worked quickly to juggle each side, both pros and cons. We're there any pros though? That was my initial thought. I had to consider that staying in my house, even despite Brady calling it his, had to be a positive. Also, considering he wasn't allowing me to see a dime of what I was making from my job, quitting from there and getting the stress of anyone there finding out also was a point on the good side.
However, besides those few, flimsy positives, there was absolutely no allure to this lifestyle. I was in a perpetual state of hunger, exhaustion, and humiliation. Agreeing to this ridiculous offer would not remedy that. Since this blackmail had started, all I could think of was getting away from Brady. These were just a few points to solidify my decision; one that I knew beyond anything that I could have made blindly.
"Fuck you!"
My heart raced as I judged his reaction to my response. He gave off subtle queues; like leaning back away from me and giving one of his condescending smirks. I think he knew his little offer was simply preposterous.
"You see a little light at the end of the tunnel and all of a sudden you grow a backbone," he joked, taking another hit of his cigarette. "I can honestly say I'm a bit disappointed, though not surprised. Your ditzy brain, much like a dog, can only see what's directly in front of you."
"ENOUGH WITH THE GAMES!" I screamed in a high-pitched screech. "I don't want to be your slave. I'm done with this! I want that money, now!"
Brady looked down at me with amusement. Any other time and that would have gotten me a slap across the face. It was clear now though that he had run out of time to keep me under his thumb.
"Alright, Dafni. If that's your decision," he said. Placing a hand on the bulging envelope, he slid it across the table towards me. Quicker than a vipers strike, I snatched up what was truly my ticket to freedom. To make sure there were no tricks, I opened it and let the cold, hard cash sift through my fingers. The bills had that unique feel and had that smell that could only be paper currency. I was reminded of how I'd done something similar just months ago that had ultimately caused the entire situation I was in. It was an ill-fated decision but what was done was done. I could finally put this whole fucking nightmare behind me!
"I'M FINALLY FREE!" I exclaimed. Brady, amused at my gleeful outburst, took a seat at the other end of the table. He crossed his arms with one hand held out to hold his cigarette.
"If you've truly declined my offer, then I suppose you are," he said matter-of-factly.
That knowledge was like power that surged through me. I felt a revitalization on a magnitude not felt in months. Even though in the back of my head I knew there were other problems ahead of me, I relished in the fact that I was my own person again. No! I was my own MAN again!
I immediately stood up and began pulling off everything that made me Dafni. Between my dress, shoes, undergarments, tits, hair, and other small feminine articles, I couldn't get it all off fast enough. I tried tearing my dress off at the same time as trying to unbuckle my shoes. First off, it was practically impossible for me to do anymore that pulling the dress off normally. I mean hell, I couldn't even open a fucking beer bottle. However, my haste and determination almost caused me to topple over.
"Calm down, Sissy," Brady said with a laugh.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I demanded. It wasn't lost on me that my voice sounded very feminine at that outburst.
When I finally got my shoes off, I threw them across the room. Never again, I told myself, would I have to endure such hellish footwear.
"If you don't want to be my property any more, then that's your decision. But don't fuck up any of my other property, slut," he demanded. It was my throwing of my shoes that made him demand that. I guess I should have just thrown them at his head.
I ripped the stocking from my legs and tore away the garter belt. My panties I simply slipped down my legs. As much as I wanted to destroy every bit of feminization I took off of me, there was no need to give myself a wedgie and harm my poorly abused hole. My bra was a little more sturdy. I fumbled getting the clasps undone and then threw the thing on the pile with the others.
There I stood, basically naked, but I wasn't done. My huge rack, I pulled and tugged at, fighting against how it hurt my actual chest, until the two faux mounds relinquished their hold. Clumps of filler and makeup remained where the faux tits were made to conform to my body. I did my best to scrape the gunk from off but only managed to removed the bigger chunks and then smear the rest.
Moving on, I fumbled around in my hair, pulling pin after pin. There were a good many, which is what kept it solidly atop my head. When I went to rip it off, I knew I had to have missed one or two. It didn't matter. They tugged a little at my natural hair but easily gave way. I angrily tossed the wig on top of the pile. Lastly, I quickly but carefully removed the large, slutty-looking hoop earrings from my lobes and tossed them with everything else.
At my feet basically laid the remnants of Dafni. The only real thing left of her was the makeup still caked on my face and her steel, pink cage over her cock.
"I want the key for this," I demanded, pointing to my crotch.
"You don't want to keep it on for old times sake?"
I glared at him like he'd done to me so many times. "I want this fucking thing off!"
With a smirk and a casual demeanor, as if he knew how all of this was going to play out, he produced the key that would free the one thing that truly made me a male. Brady held it up by the ring, dangling it in the air. Like another viper strike, I snatched the key from his grasp and quickly moved away from him.
I stood back with my hand on the cage and the other holding the key. The lock was a cylinder lock like my previous one. Though the key was about normal size, the slot was tiny. Only the tip of it would fit inside. As I fumbled to get the key in, I received a jolt through my chastity. It made me jump and I dropped the key on the floor.
"Oh...oh my!" Brady chucked with his phone in his hand.
"That isn't funny!" I cried out like a little girl.
"My finger slipped," he said with a smile. "It was an honest accident, Sissy."
"Stop calling me that!" I demanded again.
Trying to hurry as quickly as I could, I got the lock cylinder out and the sheath off my cock. It was the first time since all this had started that I was able to touch it without a cage around it. Tossing the sheath to the side, I worked to get the ring and battery pack off. Not able to resist himself, one more shock was delivered before I got it completely removed. In anger, I threw it across the room and it smacked against the wall.
"I've warned you one time not to fuck up my property," he said with his finger pointed in my direction. "Normally, I'd take you across my lap, but since you're not my slave anymore, I'll just have to beat it into you. I mean, you're supposed to be a guy, right?" He mocked.
