5. More conversations with Sir/Master, on His Lap

 

“Please Sir, may sissy ask You a question please Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Yes you may sissy and you may call me Master, while I am in charge of you sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I gushed

Calling Sir, Master was an even bigger confirmation of my total inferiority to Him both in status and sexually. It somehow made me squelch on my dildo and feel even tinier in my chastity.

He smiled “Eyes down sissy, unless I allow you to raise them.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” My eyes were already lowered but He enjoyed admonishing me, feeling me tremble with obedient fright on His lap.

I had served Him breakfast, and waited on Him obediently. I loved serving Him breakfast, it made me

feel so effeminate and such a  50’s wife. In Miss’s house He would often have 3 or even all Miss’s sissies waiting on Him & serving Him breakfast. The sissy who had woken Him with fellatio would be left facing the wall though until after He had finished His breakfast and then He would permit her to swallow. She might receive a squeeze or slap on her bottom as a little reward before He sent her and the other maids back to their chores. Often it was me who woke Him when I stayed over. Apart from the hotels where I was boarded, as a chambermaid  when Mistress went on longer vacations, Miss’s house was the only place I was  allowed to go to, taken to rather outside of Mistresses house.

Sometimes He might find reason to put one of us over His knee for a spanking or much worse bent over for the crop. If His coffee was not just a He wanted it, or His toast cut wrong. While the other maids all carried on with their duties, glad that it was not them over His knee. But also desperately wishing that it was them. Even the crop we so desperately ached for His attention, His domination.

He was very strict, we were punished with the crop for the slightest of reasons His crop was very well worn, just to see it with the leather smoothed and shiny with use, made my knees go weak with dreadful fright. Miss too, and She was always encouraging Mistress to be stricter with me. Mistress preferred Her canes mostly. The thick rigid one firs then to follow up with the springy thin cane. These were dreadful too, especially as Mistress enjoyed knowing exactly how to punish me, it was so intimate and painful . But the crop in Mistresses hand was much, much more it was so terrifying and dreadful. For anyone apart from hormone and estrogen soaked sissies, they could get used to pain, build up a tolerance even defiance. For sissies it was the opposite, each time we were punished or were sent to wait terrified anticipating punishment it felt immeasurably worse than the last time. Even for a spanking, let alone the cane or crop.    

And it was so horrid and upsetting to watch another maid being

punished. Watching her bent over in cuffs and gagged, squealing and sobbing with each blow. Struggling helplessly, writhing in pain and fear but easily held down. She deserved to be punished, you wanted her to be punished, she was a disobedient minx, a slutty teasing bimbo always seeking attention, who deserved to punished. You were glad it was she and not you, but it could easily be you next. And you had to continue with your chores as the maid was punished as if nothing extraordinary was happening. Trying not to glance around at her muffled cries of misery. You felt so powerless and feeble. So small and tiny in your chastity, in your glossy satin panties, so effeminate. How could you have ever thought of yourself as a man to be so utterly dominated and sexually humiliated. But so thrilled and shamefully excited too.

Just as in the hotels where Mistress sent us to work as chambermaids when She went on vacation at the

sexual beck and call of the male guests. Seeing one of the maids raped over a pile of lingerie in the laundry room while you and the other chambermaids continued working in flustered breathless silence. Or seeing one of the maids hooded and taken to one of the rooms for a group of Men to enjoy. Or being that maid yourself in the darkness of the hood, not knowing who or how many would be fucking you, or face down in the pile of laundry.

You were so glad it was she and not you, but so thrilled and envious that it could be you next.    

Then after His breakfast He would often want another BJ before setting off for work. Sir, or Master, I blushed hotly even thinking of calling Him Master, was quite insatiable sometimes. The lucky sissy would kneel on the kitchen floor while the other maids carried on with their chores. Sometimes though He would allow each of His to kiss His still erect still cocky cock after He had cum, before the lucky sissy finally sucked Him clean and dried Him. Just sometimes though, often we just worked in envious silence.

We would all be a flutter after He had lefty for the day, but working in silence so as not to disturb Miss who liked to wake later. Sometimes the sissy who woke Miss got to please Her in the morning, but not very often, both Mistress and Miss were not interested in the morning. But just sometimes the ecstatic sissy would be pulled under the hem of Misses nightie, or queened using the pillows as a makeshift queening seat. This was never me incidentally I was intimately exclusive for Mistress. We would all be dreadfully jealous of sissies with Her still damp face. All of us trying to linger close to the lucky sissy so we could smell the superiors scent still on the maids face and hair.

Mistress if She wanted it preferred to queen me in the mornings while She enjoyed Her first coffee and

smoke. But sometimes on very special days it was under the silk sheets and hem of Her damp lingerie, while She wrapped Her legs around my head.

I had served Him breakfast in Mistresses kitchen then He had sat me on His lap to swallow obediently and gratefully.

“Please Master, did I please You last night Master.”

He patted my bottom and I took this as my cue to squelch on my dildo for Him.

“Yes sissy you were an enjoyable little fucktoy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I squirmed happily

“Just like all the other fucktoy maids.”

“Ohh Yes Master, thank You Master.” I replied my eyes welling

“Please Master may I also ask if I pleased You this morning Master ?, thank You Master.”

“What a needy little bimbo you are sissy, but yes your mouth was very enjoyable this morning.”

“Yes Master, please Master may I say I love pleasing You with my mouth Master. thank You Master.”

“You are all always very obedient and enjoyable, after a good hard spanking.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And if you are not pleasing you will bent over for the crop wont you sissy?”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And you will deserve the crop, if you are not pleasing wont you sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And you will thank me after the crop wont you sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“So soppy and desperate to please me in each and every tiny way.” 

 “Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And especially so at your special time of the month sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“I do enjoy the time of the month at Odette’s (Miss’s) house.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

I squirmed imagining how pleasurable it would be for Miss & Master to have 5 maids so desperate to please them. And how wonderful it was, when I had stayed over at these times to be chosen by Master, or even I must admit to not be chosen and to squirm in helpless humiliated jealously. When I stayed over and it was Miss’s time of the month somehow I was in sync with the other sissies. Mistress would often arrange for me to stay over for a night or two so She could enjoy my hot eager tongue when She had me collected and brought home.

“Your Mistress also made a good choice denying your pee pee sissy.” He said squeezing my bottom.

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“It always does make you so deliciously squirmy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And what is more important your discomfort or my pleasure sissy ?” He asked squeezing my bottom,

He had still not allowed me to toilet I would have to wait till Mistress came home later. And my plug was still at maximum length and girth.

“Yes Master, Your pleasure always Master, thank You Master.”

“Good girl He said squeezing my bottom again.”

He and Miss, and the other superiors, Mistress too often enjoyed leaving us waiting till the very last minute when we were expected to be allowed to pee, and then to cancel our toileting for one reason or another. And smiling watching us curtsy and thank them for being so strict with us. It was a pleasant little game for them, denying us little things, in their eyes, things we so desperately wanted or had been looking forward to. Then watching us curtsy just about holding back the tears and curtsy thanking them. Watching us hurry back to our chores often with soft tiny fists clenched in helpless powerless fury.

And the intensely humiliated shame of knowing that when we curtsied, on the verge of  bursting into tears we were truly thankful to be so strictly controlled and well dominated.

He took a sip of His coffee and fondled my bottom.

“And sissy tell me truly if you were given the choice right now, the choice of a little sissy squirt or splash rather, that you sissies all long and hope for, or to never be allowed ever again, but instead to give your Mistress a perfect orgasm. Multiple climaxes of course sissy. Or to look up at me your soft glossy lips around my cock to give me perfect fellatio, and filling your mouth and your face with my pleasure. Which would you choose sissy?”

I squirmed on His lap

“Yes Master, thank You Master….”

“Remember sissy think back to a time when you last thought you were to be allowed to cum, How desperately hot and needy you were sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master….”

“Or even just to be milked, how needy you always are, imagine being allowed to,  just once or  maybe

occasionally. Or instead  to give me or your Mistress a perfect orgasm. A one time forever decision sissy, which would you choose sissy ?.”

“Please Master, sissy would choose to give her Mistress a perfect orgasm or You perfect fellatio Master, thank You Master.” I looked up emotionally tears welling in my eyes.

He smiled then said “Eyes lowered sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

Several times He had asked this before as had Mistress, I remember the last time kneeling with the other sissies in Miss’s house and answering the very same answer in hot emotional shame, so needy. The other sissies looking down or away flushed with the same hot shame. Then He would choose on of us for His BJ.

“This is why you will always be kept locked in chastity sissy, not just because you of course deserve to be, but because it keeps you so lovely, pliant and obedient for my and your superiors pleasure sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And nonetheless, the choice is not yours and never will it be your choice sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“You will always strive and ache to give me a perfect BJ, and each and every time longing for it to be the best I’ve ever had yet wont it sissy?”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And you will always do your utmost to perform your chores and housework, faultlessly wont you sissy, both your domestic and intimate service, devotedly and lovingly to perfection.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And strive to be always be seen to be doing so wont you sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Or be punished as you deserve and know you deserve to be sissy.” He patted my well squeezed and fondled bottom firmly.

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“You will want to be punished if you are not pleasing wont you sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And be thrilled to be kept under a perfect and strict discipline, so you are always a good maid.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Even though the crop and the canes are so fearful and painful.”

“Yes Master, and Your palm too Master thank You Master.”

He laughed “Yes of course sissy but that is so intimate and enjoyable, isn’t it sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“For me at least sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I must confess I did love to be spanked for the first one or two at least, but Master and the Sirs knew that, which is why they always spanked so hard till we were in tears, squirming in distress over their laps desperate for them to stop. The paddle was very painful too, like a spanking but much wider and harder.

He was hard in His trousers now, and I was breathing heavily as I slipped just a little closer to Him, on

His lap. He groaned ever so slightly and I was so pleased, to be exactly where I deserved to be.

“Thank You Master.” I whispered

“What for sissy?”

“Yes Master, for being so strict, and…firm with sissy, thank You Master.” He patted my bottom again as I wiggled softly against His erection.

“One day all of Odette’s sissies will have sweet little breasts, would you like sweet little breasts for me sissy?”

“Oh Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“I think double D’s would be a nice size for you sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” That didn’t sound so small to me

“A nice bouncy cleavage as I look down at you, jiggling for my pleasure.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“With nipple bells, or a belled chain.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Or to cum all over too sissy, as well as blowing in your face.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Of course that would mean you might never see your tiny little thing again sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“But we will probably have had you branded and fully snipped by then sissy.”

“Oohh …Yes Master, thank You Master.” I looked up distressed, then quickly down again frightened.

Miss has often discussed with Mistress that eventually She will have Her sissies totally and fully

effeminized, with natural breasts and gelded, maybe with just a tiny nub left, that can still be kept locked up just for the pleasure of keeping us locked even though it will be fully and permanently flaccid. or it might pushed and held  inside us, in little labial fold, maybe also belled. Then She might finally gift or trade Her sissies to Sir, or Master, for His household. Then She can start the process over again enjoying the chase, process and teasing, feminizing new sissies for Her pleasure. Or She might decide to have  a normal family life and just to enjoy sissies in the clubs if She so desires. Mistress has said too She might consider gifting me to either Miss, or to Sir, eventually but not for a long time.

I imagined myself in Master house, all His maids kneeling with our branded bottoms trembling  in the air, waiting fearfully to see if He would punish us, or jiggling our breasts for Him hoping to be chosen for His pleasure. During the day we would wear standard black and white latex maids uniforms. But in the evenings maybe a selection of pastel pink uniforms and for His bed latex pink babydoll outfits and bedwear. Master might choose to share us with His male friends, but I suspect He would keep us for himself exclusively so we constantly ached and competed jealously for His sexual attention. Of course if Miss visited Her sissies might be allowed to please Her if She so wished, and if Mistress visited She might enjoy my tongue or pegging me. And of course that would be as frequently as She desired. For the rest of the time I would be for Masters pleasure when He selected me.

He had my key as well the key to all Misses sissies. He also had the keys to other sissies belonging to other Ladies too, who He regularly enjoyed and especially so at their special time. He was exclusive for Miss though, She would stand for anything otherwise. Mistress had several boyfriends and dalliances, though not usually at the same time, though She might sometimes enjoy a new guy in the office if He looked hot. They always had a copy of my key, just so they knew I was kept locked and to remind me of my place when they were with Mistress. But when Mistress and they parted ways the keys were handed back. Mistress has said eventually She will find a nice long term Man. And I would either be a maid for them, or not, as She and He chose.     

“But don’t worry about your tiny thing sissy, without it you will still be able to please me perfectly with your hot soft lips and that tight squirmy ass

sissy.”

“And all that will matter will be pleasing me wont it sissy ?”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Just as it is now sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

And as I had been told gelded sissies still ache, even more so to cum and are evermore attentive and

obedient because of it.

He smiled and told me to lie across His lap now, to be spanked.

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

After my hard spanking He pushed me between His knees, He was so hard when I opened His trousers and He came powerfully almost as soon as I had deep throated Him. He was always so big to me and I always gagged and spluttered choking on all real Men but especially Him. He always came so massively and thickly too. In the morning after His coffees and cigarettes the taste and smell was so overwhelmingly strong. Some Men enjoyed the fact that we found the taste and smell of their strong cum overwhelmingly unpleasant and distressing, and some simply didn’t care. Master usually  didn’t care and I loved that He didn’t care. Why should He be concerned about my discomfort, I was there to serve and please Him. Of course He should enjoy a beer or coffee, a cigarette and I could enjoy the strong taste of His cum. Just as Mistresses pee is very strong tasting in the morning or after She has been enjoying wine. I looked up at Him adoringly, as always in awe of His powerful male pleasure & domination. He allowed me to swallow then told me to polish & buff His work shoes with my satin panties while He had another coffee and cigarette.

He always told me that this was a perfect way for a sissy to start her day. It didn’t matter that I had been awake since the very early hours in my uniform cleaning, polishing and preparing so that everything would be perfect for when He woke. A sissies day starts when their significant & superior other wakes. He would be going to work and I would be starting my chores again. He had cum and I was still so desperately needy and so nearly orgasmic, and would be all day.

Mistress loved to send me to start hand washing Her panties after Her orgasm had subsided. She especially enjoyed it when She came home with Her panties soiled from sex with one of Her lovers, giving them to me crumpled dismissively to wash. Knowing that I had hand washed each and every pair lovingly, curtsying and kissing each pair, ironing and scenting, folding them adoringly. And She or Her lover would just peel them off and toss them to the floor. Sometimes She came to watch and tease me as I washed them. I hated and loved that She simply dismissed me after oral sex, made me so long to kneel for Her again. Or sometimes She would come home and I would be sent for the strap on to be pegged. Then after She had cum simply be told to get on with my chores. Or for one of the Sirs after He has fucked me, slapping my bottom and dismissing me in tears. Master though often liked to have me polish His shoes with my panties, before dismissing me.

I was squirming so hotly on my knees now, knowing that my arousal wouldn’t subside all day. Rather it

would build and build until I felt like I would almost burst. I would be squelching and squirming in my chastity on my plug, in my satin panties as I hurried about all my housework. Knowing that when He went to Miss’s house later and chose one of Her sissies to serve Him I would still be busy with my chores. And I would be totally and hotly  jealous of that moment, as would all the other sissies who were not chosen. And so totally wish that it had been me on my knees all last night in the horrible humbler, waiting, squirming in erotically charged fear and pain , just so I could please Him at this time.  And I would ache and fantasize about that moment all day squirming and throbbing on my plug, busy with housework locked in chastity.

“Wont that be enjoyable for me sissy?”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And so lovely for her too, looking up at me, as she sucks me so sweetly and lovingly anxious to please me.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I was blushing furiously now, nearly in tears of helpless arousal.

“And then swallowing my thick pleasure.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

My mouth and face was still thickly sticky with His cum.

“Eyes down sissy and continue polishing my shoes.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

When He had finished His coffee He allowed me to clean my face and uniform with my panties before

putting them back on.

He slapped my bottom. “Enjoy your day and your little chores sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

But then He had humiliated me again in front of the vanilla repair Man. Mistress mainly tries to employ workers from within the scene, or who are sympathetic to the scene. But there is often some need that cant be fulfilled.

At first the repair guy hadn’t realized I was  a sissy, but when He did and He saw the blob of cum He had smirked and looked at me with a mixture if disdain but also lust. Sissy prostitutes are quite popular for stag, hen  and other party nights. Female prostitution is considered to be too demeaning. And an owned effeminized sissy is very eager to please with her mouth and bending over, or be punished by her owner. Nonetheless it was the first time, I think He had come across  a sissy housemaid, and at first He was uncomfortable which made me very embarrassed standing there eyes lowered while Master & He chatted,  until He started smirking and then I was even more embarrassed.

Master had sent me into the lounge to wait for the crop. And after 12 lashes I had sobbed on all fours kissing the leather tab of the whip. Kissing the hard leather, in pain and fear. Covering the leather in sobbing kisses, pathetically grateful that He had stopped and terrified He might decide to punish me some more. The leather was slick with my sweat and fright, pungent with the strong taste and smell. Of sex and fear. And also I so shamefully wanting to suck Master again to please Him to thank and placate Him.

It was Mistresses crop, He didn’t bring His own, He saw no need to. Even that had felt like a violation at first. Mistress only occasionally allowed Her boyfriends to punish me with something other than a spanking or the paddle. Occasionally a long term boyfriend could use a thicker rod like cane to discipline me. But never the thick and thin set She reserved for Herself, that was far too intimate between us. Like Her crop, but She allowed Him to use it. Telling me not to be so silly. It was newer than His and Miss’s crop, the crack of leather was louder and snappier, somehow different more terrifying and at the same time equally awful.  

Sobbing on all fours I had glanced around and saw the repair guy looking and watching through the

window. Master had noticed too but wasn’t particularly concerned. In fact I suspected He had deliberately left the blind open so the repair guy could see. And the window open so He could hear too.

The repair guy was again watching as I curtsied to Master at the door, saying goodbye. Please Master my eyes were brimming with tears silently begging Him to stay so I could fellate Him again or He could spread my legs and fuck me. The amused twinkle in His eyes said He knew exactly how I was feeling, and He was pleased. In fact He was even thinking about it but He had to go to work.

And all day now I was conscious of the repair guys stares at my reddened bottom and legs. All day while my rump throbbing and smarting terribly. My rear inner thighs throbbing terribly every time I moved causing my inflamed puffy flesh to rub together. And then the next day when He had to come back and I was left cock gagged by Mistress. The clearly exaggerated pursed lips embossed on the gag inviting fellatio. The delivery Ladies had seen it all before of course but it hadn’t stopped them laughing and commenting with the repair guy. And calling on me to fetch them coffee while they took a break. I had to curtsy and serve them perfectly, still cock gagged.

But then later that first day when Mistress had come home and I had so wanted to be with Her to kneel between Her thighs and serve Her, or just to attend Her and bring Her drinks. And I think She had quite clearly wanted kneeling for Her intimate pleasure too but was enjoying watching me squirm then sending me back to my chores, that much more. After all She could enjoy my tongue whenever She pleased.

She had at least allowed me to pee later that evening before my shower and enema.

But then rather than putting me to Her intimate pleasure, She had wanted penetrative sex and had invited Her boyfriend over, for the night. She had cropped me in front of Him. Then I had knelt between His open knees to suck Him. Fluffing Him making Him cum quickly, so that initially relieved He would last longer for Mistress in bed. He was rock hard after watching my cropping. I often would suck Mistresses boyfriends before they went upstairs or before they went out, so He and Mistress could enjoy their night out and He wouldn’t be too horny until later. Mistress knew how to manage Her boyfriends as well as She knew how to manage Her sissies. But of course real Men got to cum.

I had listened to them upstairs through the open bedroom door as I lovingly ironed a pile of  Mistresses

freshly washed panties. Then breathlessly hurried to fetch them drinks whenever Mistress rang the maids bell for service. And to change the sheets  and or Mistresses lingerie. Licking them clean between sex, then hurrying back to my ironing, blushing furiously. I could see Sir, Mistresses boyfriend watching me watching my bottom as went about my chores and curtsying. I knew He would most likely want to fuck me later, when Mistress was asleep. I had clenched my bottom on my plug vulnerable and frightened which made me squelch and squidge even more, visibly so for His enjoyment too.

While I continued the ironing I was thinking about Master and one of maids in Miss’s house of His sticky fellatio.

But much more longing to serve Mistress with  loving adoring cunnilingus. Hearing Her climax and orgasm with sexual bliss as I squirmed on my plug helpless in near but denied ecstasy, loving Her totally. Listening to them having sex as I carefully and devotedly  ironed Her panties I so wanted to kneel intimately for Mistress always and forever, I  so loved Her and I was so glad to be Hers.      

   

4. After my Housework, a Sticky Visit from Sir

 

Mistress and Miss were constantly discussing Mistress getting a second maid and or maybe bigger house and 3 or 4 maids.  Miss said a nice big house and 10 were an ideal for Her. Mistress has said eventually maybe 5 maids. She would have to use the first girl method, where one of the maids is the miss with a small M, supervising and disciplining the maids. The role is rotated, but I would never be first girl. A Mistresses first sissy is usually expected to be the most submissive maid. Needless to say I hated the idea but it was Mistresses choice and Hers only to make.

In Miss’s house, Her sissies sometimes went about their chores in silence, unless they wanted to be gagged for the rest of the day with a cock gag or panties. Especially fearfully hushed  when Miss was sleeping. But Miss also liked to hear the high pitched but breathless whispered effeminate chit chat of Her maids sometimes as they worked. Not in the same room as She was relaxing in, naturally, but maybe in the next room or corridor.

Sweet soft excited squeaky sissy voices. Now that Her sissies were fully pink pantied Miss allowed

them to chat, mainly about how to please Sir and in scandalized little voices. How much they loved it, when He first opened His pants, that first kiss, Him parting her pouting lips with the bulge of His erection, the hot spurt of precum. The burst of His pleasure as you look up into His eyes overwhelmed with the need to please Him. Even spluttering gagging on Him when He just continued regardless, so manly. Being spanked over His knee, your legs being slapped impatiently to hurry you along so He can bend you over in the bedroom or laundry room. All the things that feminized sissies were supposed to be forced into but that now they giggled about, blushing furiously and scandalized. Teasing each other and always jealously, that another sissy might be getting more attention from Sir that she was.

Once they got started it was a little roller coaster of helpless arousal and need, and they got themselves so very excited and flustered. It was especially sweet seeing a newer more experienced maid, blushing and squirming with both fear and the embarrassed realization of her own nascent arousal by male attention and domination. And of course it was like this for me too, whenever I stayed at Miss’s. I would be teased and scandalized innocently but quite mercilessly by the other maids, and not so secretly I loved it too.     

I was so sweet and so pathetic Miss would laugh. And of course when Miss went into the room there would be a hushed embarrassed silence, followed by an intense sexually charged fright as all the sissies curtsied to Her. You could smell it in the air, not that sissies ever dared to make such a vulgar smell ever, let alone in Miss’s presence. This was the faint perspired scent of fear. Quite delicate but pungent at the same time. that made your panties feel hot wet and clammy even though they weren’t really. Sir had described as similar to the smell of nude slave girls on all fours scrubbing the floor, and

the sounds and smells of sex and fear as a Master passed dangling His fearsome leather crop. But even more horrid and frightful for sissies, they so desperately wanted to please Miss, to be seen as devoted to pleasing Her,  and not to be punished.

It was enough to moisten your own panties Miss giggled. And indeed often mingled with the scent of fear from the sissies was the delicious smell of Miss’s arousal to tease and torment the sissies as they continued with their housework.     

My chores in the laundry seemed to just go on and on. My housework is non stop and minutes seem to

last for hours, as I perform each task perfectly and lovingly for Mistress. After the ironing I put the clothes away, carefully folding Mistresses fresh ironed panties and placing them in neat rows in Her dresser. I put fresh silk sheets on Mistresses bed making sure there isn’t a seam or imperfection  showing, so the bed is like a sheet of matt glass. Mistress expects nothing less and I am often put face down on the bed and canned if there is even a hint of a crease.

Then its down to the kitchen to prepare the food. Most of which is cooked professionally and delivered, I just see to the immaculate presentation. The delivery drivers usually female and vanilla, but not always,  are always amused when I curtsy and thank  them submissively. But also there are also dishes I have to cook from scratch, Mistress makes me learn at least one new dish per week, and after that it must be prepared and served perfectly thereafter, with interesting imaginative little touches to delight Mistress, much like my intimate service for both Mistress and Sir. At the end of the day any leftover food must be thrown away. My diet is strictly controlled and every calorie accounted for, though very, very occasionally I am given a tiny tidbit usually from Sirs fingers.

Then I start on cleaning the house from top to bottom. Every floor, wall  surface table and piece of furniture must be dusted cleaned and then polished to a lustrous perfection, like it had never been looked at let alone ever touched,  sissy clean as Mistress says. Mistress will summon me throughout the day to bring Her fresh wine by the pool, then quickly back to my chores. She is nude too, rounding off Her tan and it so very stuffy. It looks so refreshing in the pool and Mistress looks so lovely, but the pool is only for Mistress and the superiors.

She is chatting to Her boyfriend who is slightly annoyed to find out that its our time of the month and He wants to come back round and fuck my ass but Mistress has other plans for today. Doubtlessly I will get a very hard spanking the next time He visits.

Then its back to more cleaning and polishing. Mistress is asleep on a sunbed, I have been instructed to change the position of the parasol regularly as the sun moves across the sky. The motor is faulty and the repair man will come after the weekend when Mistress is at work, She doesn’t want to be bothered by workmen when She is relaxing. I’m not looking forward to that as some of the workmen are quite big and scary. There are tales of sissies being raped by workmen, but Mistress says those are just scare stories, which doesn’t reassure me at all. In any case just having them here an they always want coffee & snacks makes me feel very uncomfortable. Especially as Mistress makes sure to tell them I am a sissymaid and to let me get on with my housework. Sometimes if workmen are going to be here for some time during the day I am left locked in my little room.

Much more common is sissy rape by a Mistresses boyfriend, without permission usually when the

Mistress is not home. But this is just considered a minor breach of etiquette. Sissy will usually be punished for this, for encouraging Sir with slutty behaviour. If the sissies owner is truly annoyed about this the now sullied sissy is given to the Sir, or put up for auction. And much more common is the arranged rape where Mistress will arrange for Her boyfriend or groups of Men to go round when She is out and use sissy. Sissy wont be told about this in advance an Mistress will punish sissy for this unbecoming behaviour, as part of the game. It hasn’t happened to me but it is very distressing and the sissy radio often has tales like this in between slushy love songs and intimate tips.   

In the evening after the sun has faded and Mistress has eaten Mistress supervises my enema and shower, but doesn’t allow me to pee tonight. Instead She gives me another large wine glass of Her own pee to drink, as if to emphasize that I need Her permission to go but She obviously can pee whenever She pleases. I am positively squirming when She does the same again later. She tells me to get dressed in my latex babydoll nightwear and chats on Her phone while watching me fix my hair and nails and makeup. Then when I am all dolled up like a sex toy. She puts me on my knees for Her pleasure again. I am so hot and horny now, looking up from between Her thighs She asks me

“Did you enjoy chatting to  Miss while She was in  Her pool today, sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I answer anxiously

“She has a lovely body doesn’t She sissy ?”

“Yes Mistress, She does Mistress, but not as lovely as Yours Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

 “Good sissy.” She purrs turning over so I can kiss Her bottom. Mistress can be very possessive at times.

“I am going to shower alone but you can help me get dressed afterwards sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”  I am a little surprised, thinking that Mistress might be staying in tonight, and in fairness I was expecting Her boyfriend to be coming round.

Mistress gets dressed in lovely black silk cocktail dress, more of a slip than a dress and very low cut on

front and at the back all the way down nearly to Her bottom. She doesn’t bother with panties with this dress it looks so much better without, She says, but puts a couple of pairs into Her clutch bag anyway. She and Miss are going out tonight.     

Mistress inspects the arrangement of the silk sheets on Her bed, I am very anxious as She is also holding Her sissy or riding crop.

“This is very good sissy, I am pleased I didn’t want to have to punish you wearing this dress sissy.” She says offering me the tab of the crop to cover in relived kisses.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Put it back now sissy, before I change my mind.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I hurriedly put the fearsome crop back on its hook next to Mistresses dressing table.

“I’m sure you will have a lovely time on my bed tonight sissy.”

“Mistress ?”

“Miss’s boyfriend is coming round tonight, He just got so excited when He found out its your soppy time sissy, Miss didn’t want to say no to Him.”

“So He will be staying the night, wont that be wonderful, and you can wake Him with your pretty fellatio pout in the morning.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I whispered, Sir always cums an awful lot in the morning and its so thick and strong tasting. He like a lot of the Sirs has a little morning game not allowing me to swallow until He has finished His breakfast and knowing Sir He will most likely want another BJ or to fuck me again by then.

Mistress went into the on suite bathroom and made a point of peeing quite loudly.

You will be extra squirmy for Him too wont that be enjoyable for Him.” She said referring to the fact that I hadn’t been allowed to pee. Apparently it is an old slavegirl auction trick, a girl who hasn’t been allowed to pee for a long few hours handles so much better when examined intimately on the auction block.

“He might allow you to pee but I wouldn’t if I was Him, would you sissy ?”

“Yes Mistress, No Mistress I wouldn’t Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Well I’m sure Sir will have a great time sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“And if you are too hot and squirmy and cant sleep, you can beg Sir to let you suck His cock again in

the night.”

 “Wont that be nice for Him sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

When Sir did come round Mistress and Miss were going straight out, and they were not planning on coming home till tomorrow. When I curtsied and kissed Mistresses and Misses bottoms I noticed Miss  wasn’t wearing any panties either, Her dress was a tiny sexy slip too.

“I hope you both have a lovely night Mistress, and Miss, thank You Mistress, Thank You Miss.”

Miss wiggled Her bottom as I kissed Her cheeks through the very fine silk of her dress and Mistress patted patted mine smiling at me.

“Oh we will do sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

When they had left I fetched Sir another beer and He immediately put me in cuffs and over his knee.

Even though we both knew He fully intended to spank me. I sobbed and pleaded with Him, like the pathetic sissy I was. His hands were so big and hard when He spanked me, He didn’t really need a paddle.

“But you do want to please me sissy don’t you ?”

“Yes Sir, I do Sir, thank You Sir.”

“And you want to please me as much as you possible can don’t you Sissy ?”

“Yes Sir, I do Sir, thank You Sir.”

“And you are more pleasing and obedient after a sound spanking aren’t you sissy.”

“Yes Sir, I am Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Then you must want a spanking sissy, unless you don’t want to please me as much as you possibly can sissy.”

“Yes Sir, I must do Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Unless you want to fetch the crop sissy.”

“Please Sir, no Sir not the crop Sir, thank you Sir.”

“Well then sissy…”

Sobbing with fright now I begged and pleaded with to spank me as firmly as He could. He was only to pleased to oblige me, but first He pulled off my panties to gag to muffle my pleas and sobs.

He spanked me very soundly as I struggled futilely over His knee, gagged and cuffed, this pleased him

too. Then he immediately pushed and bent me over for penetration, Spreading my cheeks with another slap then pushed inside me urgently, fucking my ass forcefully. He had been looking forward to fucking me most of the afternoon and  evening. I felt his powerful explosive spurt deep inside me as I heard him groan & sigh with pleasure and release, from behind me. but for this evening He was far from satisfied yet. 

He plugged me as soon as He had finished and I knelt & licked Him clean, He was very sticky with cum and lube and also very nearly still erect. He always liked to be licked clean after and between sex. He pushed me on my knees in front of Him. The fellatio and oral sex is much better if my ass is split first or so I’m told, its just that most Men are too impatient and want fellatio as soon as they see my glossy pout.  

But then He changed His mind again and lifted  me onto His lap, unplugging me again and impaled me in His lap. I was gasping and wriggling with discomfort He actually felt so much bigger this way, from underneath so to speak. He smiled at my sobs and whimpers, and stuffed my panties into my mouth. My mouth already tasting thick and sticky with His cum and lube, now with my sex soiled sticky satin panties. 

As I started to grind my internal muscles slowly up and down on his shaft. The hardness of his erection, contrasting with my squelching wet hole. With each downward wiggle he seemed to be even impossibly bigger and deeper inside me.  

He held  His phone and allowed me to see a video on the hi res screen, he was enjoying, half watching. 

The insensitive brute. I was squelching up and down on Him, for His pleasure totally wanting to please Him desperately to give Him all the thick manly pleasure He was entitled to. But He was only paying half attention to me, like the Men in the clubs who enjoy fellatio or a laptop fucking while watching another sissy dance or perform for their pleasure, or sit chatting while the sissy bobs Her head frantically, devotedly on His cock. Oh but how much more this made me want to make this the very best orgasm He had had for Him.   

It was Him saying goodnight to the sissies, and locking them up behind the leather curtain. They sissies all even more frightened than usual as He allowed/instructed  one of the sissies to secure the pretty sissies, she went behind each sissy in turn kissing their tiny redundant cherries one by one through their panties. 

Sir has asked me teasingly on a few occasions if I liked to kiss or be kissed like that. Or did I prefer to kiss and lick his big manly balls.

I always answered, knowing what was good for me. 

"Your big manly balls Sir, sissy  loves to lick and suck, to kiss Your balls Sir, thank You Sir."

I would look down acutely embarrassed, sissies are supposed to be demure and to use suggestive terms not to use words rude words like cock or balls unless the superior forces us too.

In truth He like all the Sirs did keep Himself quite well trimmed, manscaped. To show off himself and his well developed but trim muscles. The Ladies didn't go for big hairy brutes usually.     

Then Sir locked the last sissy up himself. I noticed she still had the faint outlines of the crop on her rear. Was she the sissy Miss had cropped earlier. 

Now they were all  cock gagged, plugs fully expanded, kneeling face down in the pink plastic humblers,

squirming utterly helpless with fright knowing what was coming. He pulled down their panties and then one by one He swatted their cherries with the special  paddle, it flexes slightly at first then delivers a very flat, wide but focused blow,  two at first then around again a further two swats each. He had been frustrated because although He was looking forward to fucking me, He had been horny earlier but Miss had kept telling Him there was not enough time. The sissies were all squealing in pain now consequently. Then He had snapped their panties back into place causing more squealing and closed the curtain. The sharp snap of the pantie elastic stinging over the throbbing pain caused by the paddle 

 They were all still moaning and sobbing behind the curtain as He left. The curtained alcove would be so humid and stuffy tonight, reeking strongly of sex and fear and the sticky sweet perfume sissies were doused in. Squirming and moaning in throbbing stinging pain and rank sexual fear, not knowing why they had been punished tonight, or when He or Mistress might return. And if they were going to punished again.

The next day the sissies would be even more upset and  jealous when He returned and hinted and teased them until they realized He had spent the evening fucking me. He told me that laughing very pleased with himself. I felt so petty and mean, but I was glad they would be jealous and glad they were squirming in the humblers now, just as each of those sissies would be glad if it the situation were reversed which it frequently was. So feminine, effeminate in the lowest way squirming with impotent powerless jealously like the worthless sex toy women were in the past forced to be and sissies were forced to be now.    

 And Sir was satisfied because that just meant they would be even more desperate to please either He or Miss the next time they were chosen. And it was my turn to be jealous wanting to be that sissy even if it meant the humbler and paddle, just for that moment when He cums in your lips. 

The video finished and He pushed me further down on His cock and my panties deeper into my mouth, as my eyes widened.

“Up and down slowly, nice and wetly sissymaid.”

“Yes Sir , thank You Sir.” I tried to whimper but was of course completely muffled.

He slapped my bottom and laughed, so content to be a real Man and not a sissy.

“Eyes down sissy.”

“Mpphhhh, Mphhph”

I looked down very quickly and fearfully, Sir Miss’s long term boyfriend was very strict with me and other sissies

possibly even stricter than Miss. Miss also allowed Him to also use the crop on Her  sissies, and me too when I was boarded with Miss. He was Her long term boyfriend and He Miss and Mistress had all started their journey in the scene together. Scandalously He and Miss even switched occasionally but just lightly for fun.

I squelched up and down on Sir, grinding my muscles for His pleasure feeling every feature and vein on His throbbing cock. It is so very hard to strain up and down with your hands bound using only your anal muscles for His pleasure and to maintain a a steady rhythm for Him. Every so often not being able to help myself I would speed up just a little, or He would decide i was going a little too fast and  He would slap my bottom and instruct me to slow down.

“What an eager  little slut you are sissy, slow down you are here to please me not to satisfy your own slutty needs.”

“Mpphhhh, Mphhph”

He was quite expert at reaching around me and delivering a very sharp stinging slap to  my bottom even when I was bobbing up and down prettily for his pleasure. The sudden hard  slap making me want please him so much more.

Inadvertently I would also glance up at Him, when He slapped my bottom,  before looking down very quickly, tearfully.

“Eyes down sissymaid.”

“Mpphhhh, Mphhph”

He did like this nice and slow. My body aching and longing to climax to Him to release to Him. But only He was to be pleased I was just a sissy to please Him.  After 20 minutes He came so massively inside me. I was completely overwhelmed and in tearful submission, but still so desperately needy. He allowed me to cling to His chest for a short while with Him still inside me. Then He pulled me off, plugged my bottom again and slapped it happily.

‘Another beer sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Be quiet and lick me clean sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Put your panties on and go and face the wall now sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Please Sir may I speak Sir ?.”

“What is it sissy ?.”

“Please Sir Mistress said,  I may ask You for permission to go to the loo tonight Sir, thank You Sir ?.”

“Well ask then sissy ?.”

“Please Sir, may have permission to use the loo, please Sir, thank You Sir.?”

“No you may not sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I sobbed quietly.

Why should He have any concern for my discomfort, and how thrilled and glad I was to be so strictly treated. It made me want to go even more and to want to kneel between His knees again and again. 

Behind me I heard him go to the loo several times and I could hear Him watching something on His phone and laughing appreciatively. I realized one of the  videos was Miss still naked whipping sissy in the garden, this afternoon. I could clearly hear the thwack of the crop and muffled cries of pain, then sobbing kisses. He watched several other videos and chatted to his friends, listening to music or watching TV, drinking and smoking weed. While I squirmed facing the wall in silence waiting to please Him again. Despite my soreness and humiliation I so wanted to suck His cock and look up obediently, worshipful of his male dominance, into His eyes as He came in my face.

Mistress had also told Him to invite Her boyfriend over if He wanted to and maybe some of His friends as She would be out all night. He had no intention of sharing me though but He let me fret and worry all night that He was about to.

I was well used and tender when I woke early in the morning to start my housework a couple of hours before He would rise. My soft bottom seemed to feel bruised very easily inside and out. I was upset thinking about Miss's sissies still in the humbler when they should be up and about their own chores.  As is expected of me with male guests I woke Him with fellatio and tidied the bedroom, and made him breakfast with my mouth still sticky with  His cum.

I could hear Him humming happily in the shower as I tidied the bedroom, then rushed downstairs with the laundry and to check on His cooked breakfast, then rush back upstairs if He wanted me. He did want me to dry Him after His shower and I longed to kiss Him as I toweled His lean muscular body dry. But my mouth was still full of gummy strong tasting morning cum. Waiting for His permission to swallow.

He was still humming happily as He browsed the paper between gulps of His breakfast. I loved making

breakfast for a real Man like a good fifties wife, & especially for Sir but I so wished Mistress was here instead of Him.  

He sat me on His lap when He had finished breakfast and asked me if wanted to swallow.

Unable to speak, I had nodded eagerly.

He smiled down at me and then allowed me swallow, in small petite gulps.

“Does that taste good sissy.”

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.” I whispered and gasped  between thick gummy gulps

“Worth waiting for sissy?  a real mans pleasure ?”

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.” I had looked down blushing.

“Please Sir may I ask a question please Sir ?” I whispered keeping my eyes lowered now.

“Yes you may sissy.”

“Yes Sir,  thank You Sir, please may I ask did You enjoy your breakfast Sir ?, thank You Sir.” I felt so pathetic and emasculated just asking, but so homely too.

He patted my bottom. “Yes I did sissy, but I expect nothing less than perfection from my pretty little maids.” Then patted my bottom slightly more firmly.

The oblique threat in His words both frightening and sexually thrilling. He had cropped me once for the salt not being in the right place on the table. And Misses sissies for equally tiny imperfections. Mistress would often punish me for the toast not being buttered just right, or being undone, or overdone, too many crumbs on the plate. Everything had to be absolutely perfect and anticipated too in case Mistress decided She wanted things another way. Although it was a very loving domestic time in the mornings, you had to be on your very best behaviour, as you should always be for Mistress and Sir, but intensely so while She or He got ready for their important day. Every day was important to them, just as every day was filled with trivial & menial housework for sissies.  

But I was suddenly so happy, so comforted to  be called ‘His pretty little maid’

“It would be nice if all restaurants and bars could be… staffed by sissy waitresses, with every thing served and arranged so perfectly, even the placement of the cutlery and condiments.”

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.”

“And of course the sissies would earn extra money and tips for their owners to enjoy and spend on little luxuries.”

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.”

“Yes Sir thank You Sir, please Sir may your maid ask You another question, please Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Yes you may sissy.”

“Please Sir, did I please You last night Sir ?, thank You Sir.”

“Yes you did sissy, your tight little ass and soft lips were as always most enjoyable sissy.”

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.”

“You are always so enjoyable and juicy as a fucktoy at your special soppy time sissy.”

“Oohh, yes Sir thank You Sir.”

“And when its Miss’s special time its so enjoyable to have five extra soppy and sweetly emotional overwrought sissies to choose from.”

Oh how wonderful it would be to one of those sissies at that time, pegged by Miss or chosen for His pleasure, while the other sissies squirmed jealously. Or even to be one of the other sissies squirming with hot, jealous, rejected fury, the old demeaning and sexist maxim ‘treat them mean to keep them keen’ being perfect for sissies.

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.”

“This is such an enjoyable lifestyle, sissy.”

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.”

“For the superiors, myself and the Ladies that is.”

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.”

“Please Sir may I say I am so glad that You, and Mistress and Miss, and all the other superiors are so strict with sissies, I love being a sissy Sir.”

I remained looking down, blushing furiously now.

“But sometimes I may gag you with your panties in the night sissy, so you don’t wake me again.”

I had woken Sir in the night with my mouth, I was so helplessly needy, He didn’t object.

“But it was a pleasant interruption last night sissy.”

He had cum very strongly then immediately went back to sleep, leaving me still squirming and miserable with my unsatisfied needs, as sissy should always be.

I had savoured His thick wad of cum for quite a long time before eventually swallowing. In these instances I was allowed to swallow without express permission. I had kissed His belly and His still enlarged but softening cock softly and whispered, thank You Sir, nonetheless.

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.”

Suddenly I couldn’t help myself I clung to His arm and burst into tears

“Whatever is wrong sissy, you may look up sissy.” He leaned me into His arm as I clutched tightly to Him, it would bother Him too much though we are so weak. He wasn’t unkind and could be thoughtful sometimes.

“Please Sir I am worried about the other sissies not being able to start their chores Sir and being punished Sir, thank You Sir.” I was very tearful now that I had got it off my chest.

I was very upset about the thought of another sissy being punished unfairly. Like all sissies I could be quite low and envious and I didn’t mind if they were caned or cropped for not doing their chores properly or being ditsy, or being too much of a bimbo. But the thought of them being punished for something they couldn’t help upset me terribly. Mistress said that was one of the sweet things about me and sissies in general, we would get so upset by tiny little inconsequential, to the superiors at least,  things

He patted my bottom and looked at me quite kindly but bemused.

“Oh  no need for those hot little tears sissy."

He looked down at me almost quite protectively. A pretty sissy in tears can be quite lovely. a superior almost cant help but want to dominate her. She is a joy to put between your knees, or thighs, or to spank if you feel so inclined.

“Don’t you think sissies should be punished when they deserve to be punished sissy ?”

“Oh Sir, of course they should be punished Sir, thank You Sir.”

“And when do sissies deserve to be punished?”

“If they are naughty Sir, or disobedient Sir, Thank You Sir.”

“Or not pleasing, or slow at their chores sissy.”

“Yes Sir, they should be punished, thank You Sir.”

For not performing chores perfectly, or not as eagerly and fervently as housework should be performed by sissy maids. For being envious or acting meanly or jealously. For being too immodest , or not being both demure and slutty enough. For getting excited in chastity, for a spot of leakage in our panties. For not smiling, pouting or squealing prettily. For an apron ribbon or hair out of place, a buffed nail or our dust on our maids booties. For whatever and whenever a superior is displeased with us or chooses to punish us.

“They and we sissy ?” He asked

“Yes Sir, we should be punished Sir, thank You Sir.” I whispered, frightened now.

He laughed and patted my bottom. 

"Don’t you worry your pretty little blonde head sissy. they will all have started their chores at the same time as you.”

“But how Sir, please Sir, thank You Sir.”

“No need to worry your little vacant head with any of that sissy, just concentrate as best you can on your chores.”  He told me

In Miss’s household all the cuffs and humblers could be unlocked remotely. The electronics  were

hidden away under the buckles, so we never saw them. But the humbler and cuffs on the first girl would unlock first then she would release all the other maids so they could start their duties. It wasn’t surprising that I or the other sissies weren’t aware of this. The only electric thing I was allowed to touch was the button to light the gas on the cooker, or to power on the kettle and other household devices and even those were soon to be automated. I was not even allowed to touch the remote control for the TV or the smart lights. All the housework was done without mechanical assistance wherever possible, no vacuum cleaners, dishwashers, washing machines or other labour saving devices for sissies.

Watching Mistress on Her phone or tablet was quite confusing for me, which was quite humiliating for me as previously my job had been quite technical, before I had been put in panties by Mistress. That was all a haze now because of the hormones. 

Or if She was using one of Her vibrators to pleasure Herself. Imagine the naughty fun you could have with this sissy if you could work out how to turn it on and I  allowed you to. She would tease watching me lick it clean after She had climaxed. Sometimes She would turn it on remotely while I was cleaning it causing me to squeal in surprise, then fluster and blush. Sissies must always squeal and giggle prettily when our bottoms are slapped or pinched or if Miss turns her Rabbit on unexpectedly in your hands.

She would look down at me and say condescendingly but sweetly.

“Whatever is the matter maid ?”

And then often pull me between Her thighs for another orgasm on my tongue.

He pulled me down across His lap for a spanking. He always without fail loved to spank His sissies before sex or fellatio. Whereas some Men only do it at first because it is expected, most quickly come to love it as foreplay btw. Sir always enjoyed it and with gusto. I was spanked for waking Him in the night, and spanked so I would be giving Him the very best blow job as He expected. Spanked for needing to be spanked to serve Him so perfectly. Spanked for so shamefully wanting to be spanked over His knee. And spanked because He enjoyed the sound of His palm on my bare bottom, my squeals and then sobs.  

Sir lifted me off His lap and pushed me down between His knees. I looked up at Him in tears desperately hotly my face as flushed scarlet  with need bottom as my crimson bottom  

“Here a nice treat for you sissy, to take your pretty little head off those tears sissy.”

He opened His trousers under the kitchen table, He was so big already, always so big  and I so wanted to please Him now

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.”

After His second blowjob of the morning, He allowed me to swallow but kept me down at his feet and I polished His shoes with my panties as He had a final smoke. He hadn’t allowed me to pee last night or again this morning, why would He or should He think about my discomfort. And my plug was still at its maximum setting as it had been for Mistress yesterday afternoon.

“Later when I go to see Miss and Her sissies, they will all suspect jealously that I spent the night here sissy, isnt that sweet sissy ?”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“And they will all compete so hotly to serve me, especially for fellatio.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“You sissies all seem to love fellatio so much.”

“Yes Sir, we do Sir, thank You Sir.” His sticky cum was still all over my face.

“And she will be so hot and needy to serve me wont she sissy ?”

“Yes Sir, she will be Sir thank You Sir.”

“And you will most likely be busy with your housework then wont you sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“But I want you to think about that while you are busy with your little chores sissy.”

“Yes Sir, I wont be able to stop thinking about it Sir, thank You Sir.” As if I would be able to think about anything else, unless Mistress wanted me to please Her & I so wanted that so much more and always anyway.

“And you will wish it was you in one of the little humblers all last night, so you could please me then sissy, wont you sissy?”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“And look at how hot you are now squirming on your plug.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“That is the way a sissy should be after she has pleased a real Man, squirming with helpless need and breathlessly busy at Her chores.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“My shoes are polished enough now sissy, you may clean your face with your panties and put them back on.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Eyes down sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

Later as He was about to leave I was curtsying to Him at the door the repair man arrived for Mistresses garden parasol. The two men had chatted casually disregarding me as I stood to one side waiting, with my eyes lowered submissively. Sir had then pointed out a small blob of cum on my uniform, Which he had obviously spotted earlier but chosen not to tell me about it till just now. 

Right in front of the vanilla repair guy.  Who was now smirking. Mistress will most likely have informed Him that I was a sissy, so He knew what to expect. But it is still often a surprise for the workmen seeing me or any completely effeminate maid. We are expected to be very petite, pretty and demurely sexy at all times. And very, if not for the tiny bulge in our panties impossible to tell us apart from a young lady dressed as a French maid. The hormones even get rid of the Adam’s apple. Mistress has teased me that swallowing all that cum does that, so sissy can deep throat better. So even if He has been informed or not He is still smirking as I squirm in self-conscious shame.    

 

I hurriedly wiped the sticky blob clean with my finger then sucked it clean from my finger as if I were performing on my finger, keeping my gaze lowered but fluttering my eyelashes seductively, everything had to be done prettily for my superiors.

“She is such a ditsy bimbo.” Sir said to the repair man, who didn’t really know how to reply.

Often  vanilla people are quite sympathetic to the Mistress or Sir, but not at all sympathetic to sissies.

Sir left me standing there while he showed the repairman the location of the parasol.

Then while the repairman could clearly hear our conversation, or rather my telling off.

“You are supposed to swallow all the cum and wipe yourself clean sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“And you are supposed to ask permission to swallow sissy,  did you ask permission to swallow that last gulp of my pleasure  sissy?”

“Yes Sir, no Sir I did not Sir, please Sir sissy is sorry Sir, thank You Sir.”

He looked at me as if still deciding what to do with me.

“You have made me late now sissy.” We both knew I hadn’t

“Yes Sir, please Sir sissy is sorry Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Go and fetch the crop sissy take it into the living room and wait there.” He told me, his tone was  harsh and stern but I could hear His evident amused enjoyment 

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I sobbed.

I had hurried to fetch the crop. Fetching it in both hands in front of me. Then placing it near the fold down padded bench, I was usually put over for punishment. Unless otherwise instructed I knew to stand facing the wall, holding the hem of my dress ready to curtsy. Sometimes I might be told to position myself over the folded out bench, with the crop besides me. Sometimes Mistress liked to leave me there for quite some time, cuffed and gagged or otherwise waiting in helpless fright to be punished. Sir often liked to leave sissies bent over and holding the crop lengthways between their trembling buttocks and woe betide sissy if the crop slipped from position.  

He went and had another leisurely conversation with the repair Man, I could smell the cigarette smoke, as I waited, utterly helpless now with fright.

I was given six lashes on my bottom for being messy and disrespectful then another six across the backs of my thighs for being disobedient and swallowing with His permission.

As  I was on fours thanking Him kissing the whip. I could see He was very hard in His trousers, I so wanted to fellate and pleasure Him again now, so much more than He possibly wanted another BJ, I think. But He was actually nearly running late now. Even though we so hated the canes and whip, we were so thrilled to kiss the whip after we had been punished. For me especially the leather tab of the crop, covering it with my tears and kisses, tasting my sweat and fear on the leather. The taste and scent of sex and fear. I must confess to being thrilled by fetching them too, even though I feared and hated the punishment, and at that moment wanted to be anywhere else, rather than feeling the dreadful bite of the crop, the sting of the cane. 

I glanced  round and saw the repair man was watching through the window as well.  

Then when Sir was ready to leave  I curtsied to him at the door he smiled at me and patted my bottom as

if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Which was true, I was just a maid who had been punished by a superior as was only proper. My bottom was very sore as I curtsied but I still wished he would stay longer I was already hotly envious of the sissy he would choose later. I was such a bimbo for Him, and the other real men, especially during my soppy time.  

 

But I was also pathetically and impotently furious with  embarrassment all day now. The repair man took His time repairing the parasol motor and while he was there whistling as he  worked. I felt utterly humiliated in that hot shamed way in front of vanilla folks. All day I could feel the hot stripes from the crop stinging and smarting. My red  puffy rear and punishment clearly visible against my creamy thighs.

And Sir would have also naturally informed  Mistress, about the cum stain on my  uniform,  so I knew I would be punished again later. I desperately hoped Mistress wouldn't punish me by not allowing me to pee again tonight. 

The hormones were really kicking in for my soppy  time and I was so very  tearful and emotional, waiting for  Mistress to come home. Even though I knew I was going to be punished and most likely cropped again I still ached and longed Her to come home as soon as possible.   

When Mistress did arrive She sat down ignoring my near tearful state  as I brought Her a drink. And asked me curtly if the parasol was working properly now. 

I stood there feeling very silly, because I honestly didn’t know. The repair man had showed me the parasol motor  working but I didn’t understand if it was working as it was supposed to. Mistress looked at me as if astonished by my stupidity then remembered I was just a silly sissymaid. Then She dismissed me back to my chores.

It was a long afternoon and early evening. Mistress was enjoying deliberately making me wait in frightened anticipation for my punishment. She did allow me top pee however and to douche and shower myself. I was wearing a fresh uniform and panties when Her boyfriend came round in the evening and I was then cropped again in front of Him for the cum blob on my dress earlier

He wanted to but didn’t get to enjoy my bottom just yet at least though. Just to fluff Him with fellatio before He and Mistress went upstairs.  Mistress was so very horny at these times and wanted Him to Herself tonight. He did however wake me later in the middle of the night, when Mistress was asleep for anal. In reality he wasn't quite as big as Sir, or how big I imagined the sissy pimps were, but all Men looked and felt impossibly big to me especially in my bottom.  This was of course allowed or at least tolerated by Mistress for Him, though it did sometimes annoy Her. 

And the next morning Mistress was annoyed. Although Mistress lets Her boyfriends enjoy me, She sometimes get a little jealous of the attention I receive, especially at these times of the month and I had better beware. many a boyfriend had gone away scolded with a flea in His ear, or told never to darken Mistresses door again, for perceived over eagerness with me. Mistress was very irritated this morning and cock gagged me for the day. If I was going to be such a cock toy, I would be treated like one and gagged with one, She said. I was informed that I could expect to be punished again later too.

The cock gag was very embarrassing for accepting the daily deliveries, But the delivery ladies (mainly) were quite used to seeing me sometimes gagged. And the parasol man had to return again, because the motor still wasn’t how Mistress wanted it to be. I thought He was going to slap my bottom at one point but He obviously thought better of it. Mistress did pay quite handsomely. No need to rock the boat, he clearly wanted to though and more which scared and embarrassed me. This morning though the delivery lady and the repair guy had coffee and a smoke looking at me and laughing. when the delivery lady left She looked at me quite contemptuously, for being such a  silly sissy slut.  Normally She just smirked and sometimes even gave me a little wink when I curtsied to her.

It was so much worse in front of vanilla delivery and trades people I had sobbed to mistress once, She just told me to stop being so soppy & silly. Its only natural to feel belittled and inferior even with vanilla superiors sissy.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I curtsied feeling not at all mollified.

But when Mistress did come home that next afternoon rather than punishing me She was very sweet and

considerate and I spent most of the afternoon under Her skirt. She had two very long slow orgasms and lots of adoring kisses. I loved to kneel between Her thighs after Her orgasm, in fact I loved to kneel between Her legs before during and after cunnilingus. She often put the hem of Her skirt over my head during cunnilingus and kept it there afterwards while I kissed Her softly as the waves of climax subsided. The warm moist smell of Her arousal and pleasure, mingling with Her lovely perfume, and the smell of Her soft and very expensive usually leather skirts was so heavenly. And sometimes She would lift Her skirt and allow me to look up. She would tell me that Her wetness on my lips was such lovely lip gloss. In truth my face and hair would usually be slick too and I loved it. Sometimes She would wipe my face with Her discarded panties before sending me to wash them. And sometimes She would send me away to wash Her panties with my face still wet with Her lovely pleasure.

I so always wanted to stay, but I loved the fact that She dismissed me when She wanted to, which made me want to stay so much more. Like the slap on my legs from the Sirs when they dismissed me after sex.

I also of course loved to hand wash Her panties. Kissing the crotch softly, not lewdly but respectfully as I curtsied. Then softly rubbing the delicate silk and lace garments with my fingertips. Often if there was lots of panties and lingerie to wash I would be engulfed in the smell of Her and Her excitement, Her perfumes. So delicately sweet and lovely even in the sticky heat of the laundry room. My chastity felt especially tiny at these times and my plug especially thick and long.

Her mood was different again the next morning and I spent another day cock gagged. But when She

came home She  had immediately sent me for the strap on. She was very urgent thrusting and gasping behind me, and after She had pegged me very vigorously, until Her first orgasm then   immediately put me under Her skirt for a slower longer follow up orgasm. It was so wonderful I was so glad to be Hers. 

I had only just finished hand washing Her panties when the door bell rang and Miss and two other Ladies, with their boyfriends in tow were there. I spent the rest of the afternoon on my knees and pushed face down on my bed with the boys, until they all went home, satisfied and very pleased with themselves. Mistress and Her Lady friends had  an enjoyable afternoon too drinking wine and chatting.  Almost immediately after the guests had gone  Mistress sent me for my little pink love cushion, to kneel on for cunnilingus. And She told me the cunnilingus was indeed heavenly.

 “Good girl.” She said patting my bottom

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“You can fetch me some more wine pretty little maid.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Then you can kneel next to me and continue kissing me softly, no need to wash my panties just yet sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress, I love You Mistress.” I whispered happily.

"I think I will arrange a visit from the doctor this week sissy."

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”