How Are You Enjoying Your Vacation (slight alternative)

“How are you enjoying your little break or vacation sissy ?” He asked

“Though I suppose its been extended somewhat.” He laughed.

At which point sissy had burst into tears and had become quite inconsolable.

One of the Misses had quickly led her away to be punished. 

Candi had hurried back from Her very publicly audible beating, as the lounge erupted into laughter and clapping. The punishment-crop, rather than the hurry-crops are very painful, similar in intensity to your Mistresses own house crop. The hurry crops are similar the  canes, in between the thicker rod and the springy cane in sting. Any of these disciplinary implements are horrible as intended for the punished. But just the mere mention of the punishment crop, made any sissy numb with fear.

And she had been punished quite severely, but only as much as any naughty maid deserved, when a

superior loses patience with an errant misbehaving chastity-maid. and in between receiving lashes made to recount and apologize  for her naughtiness in between further lashes. No matter how much she was our rival, and how much a naughty maid deserved punishment,  all of us felt terrible for her none of us would want to be her at this moment. Shamed and in pain the eyes and laughter from the guest all around the dining room as she hurried back to serve.

Her bottom and rump looked raw and inflamed. The unsightly redness quickly went away, but the stinging puffiness wouldn’t for some time. She stood beside me and I could feel the heat from her thighs.

She curtsied to the Mistress. The Mistress who had been his or rather now her former wife, in a previous life, before she had been put in panties and chastity, by her dissatisfied partner.

“Please Miss, this maid wishes to apologize for her naughtiness and disrespectful behaviour Miss, please forgive this maid Miss, thank You Miss.” She curtsied, I could see the tiny but not quite imperceptible wince as she curtsied.

The Mistress ignored Her for a few moment then looked the chambermaid up and down.

“That’s much better sissy, a little kiss with the leather crop is a perfect way to remind you of your place isn’t it sissy?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And I trust its kiss hurts you a lot more than it does me,”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“But I think its much more important that you apologize to Master, isn’t it candi, I’m sure you cant have forgotten that you need to show respect to your former business partner and I suppose much more importantly from your perspective my chosen lover.”

The Man was a former associate of the sissy, the lawyer at the firm , who had cucked him and assigned all his assets to his wife, when She decided She wanted much more than just a divorce settlement, from the sissy. The Mistress had long since decided She didn’t want sissy around anymore, and transferred sissies service contract (effectively

ownership of sissy as chattel) to another Mistress    

“Yes Miss, no of course not Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Well then sissy.”

Candi turned to Master and curtsied.

“Please Master, candi is sorry Master, she was feeling overwhelmed at seeing you again Master, please forgive a naughty silly maid Master, thank You Master.”

He patted Her bottom firmly, making Her wince again, glancing at His crotch I could see Him bulging already.

“I’m sure you can placate me much more satisfyingly with that hot mouth of yours siss…” He looked at the nametag on Her ruffled chambermaid collar “candi, come along little chambermaid.” He said rather impatiently, slapping Her rump again as He hurried Her away to a private room.

She whimpered and curtsied “Yes Master, thank You Master.” Mincing prettily but trying to hurry so as not to incur Him slapping the backs of her thighs to hurry her along, too much a least.

He as well as cucking His former business partner, with the sissies now ex wife,had also been the first Real Man, sissy had, had to suck and the fist Man to spread and penetrate sissy anally.

The Mistress rolled Her eyes as if slightly exasperated and bored, She turned to me.

“More coffee sissy , and bring me that cake trolley, while I’m waiting.” She told me.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I poured coffee then wheeled over the trolley, She selected a delicious looking slice of gateaux, it was still early in the day but it was vacation time. She wiped Her finger on the cream and licked it clean looking at me.

“You are a pretty one in that dress and such a cute little ass too.” I’m sure my boyfriend might want to

have a little time with you later as well. The Ladies and Misses always teased and half flattered us about how sweet and cute we were, and we always fell for it, as if they didn’t say exactly the same thing to all the sissies. After all we all had to stay slim and feminine in that sissy way, lovely for the Sirs and Masters to enjoy.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“The other dress might have been prettier though,” She said referring to the dress candi was wearing “Maybe my boyfriend might have picked you instead.” She teased with a little knowing smirk.

The Misses watched us closely in the mornings, as we got dressed. We would be hurrying about putting our make up on and getting dressed. Although all the maids dresses are all slightly different in detail, they are all very lovely and pretty, we get attached to the look of one of the dresses and the Misses take delight in pairing us up. Knowing that

one maid wanted the other dress and deliberately swapping the choice over. This would make us terrible jealous, feeling very small and petty too, the Misses would note this , and make the rivals work and serve together. The close proximity and added humiliation making us strive to please the guests that much more.

The Misses would often enjoy watching the impotent but furious jealousy simmer and nearly boil over into tears, then call us both over and ask us why we were getting our panties in a bunch, or a twist ? And then make us swap panties as telling us that there was no real difference inside those sissy panties is there sissies ?. We would have to kiss the warm crotch as we swapped over. Then make us hold our ankles for a swift criss cross with the hurry crop before sending us on our way.

As well as several other maids, It had been myself and candi this morning, I had been so taken with the pattern  of lacy detail on the dress She was now wearing, and She with the organza frill on mine. And of course we had been made to work together all

morning first kneeling and polishing shoes together, then hurrying about taking away smelly sticky sheets in the bedrooms. I had also been a little upset that I wasn’t chosen for the panty laundry today, but there were other new chambermaids who had been chosen for that today.

So even though we always protested about the interruptions in the laundry room, as the guests would come in and push one of us face down in the still smelly pantie pile to be raped, while the other maids carried on working, obediently. I had to admit I was feeling needy now.

Then we had been called over to serve this couple together. I wasn’t sure if they had recognized candi or not at first, or whether it was just a delicious coincidence, for the superiors at least. To the superiors we must seem like a collection of, pretty maids, nameless in the hotel except for the use name assigned to us for convenience. Apparently some hotels used numbers which sounded horrid, plus most maids in advanced stages of treatments & hormones are completely illiterate. Even now when I saw writing or numbers I mostly just saw random patterns, not realizing what it was by

design of the treatments and autosuggestion. Maids must think only about domestic duties and pleasing their superiors, not bothering their pretty heads with things they don’t understand that might upset them, and in any case these matters are for the superiors.   

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Oh look at you squidging so helplessly, with just a tiny bit of flattery.” She said disdainfully.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied smoothing down my apron prettily.

“I’m sure Master might want you to taste Him later too, or He might want to enjoy that little peach of yours, cherri.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

As if on cue Master and candi came back from the private room, both looking very flushed, but He

looked very satisfied and she looked very shamed and needy too.

“How was your trip down memory lane dear.” The Mistress asked candi ?

“Yes Miss, it brought back a lot of memories Miss , thank You Miss.” She almost mumbled wistfully. My heart melted for her even though she was wearing my dress.

“And I am feeling rather hungry now, go and fetch me an English  breakfast sandwich candi, you know how I like it.” The Master told candi.  

She did know exactly how He liked it for years it had been both of theirs mid morning breakfast staple in the office, a thick doughy bread roll with bacon sausages and an egg on top. The sort of food that would have led to a heart attack in the past but now as healthy as fruit and vegetables. Of course He

could still enjoy a breakfast sandwich but housemaids and chambermaids would never be allowed anything like that ever again.

“And you maid is that coffee fresh.” He said turning to me

“Yes Master it is Master, thank You Master.” I whimpered, very glad that I had just swapped the carafe over.

“Well what are  you waiting for maid.” He told me patting my bottom firmly “an invitation ?”

“No Master, at once Master thank You Master,” I curtsied and quickly poured the coffee feeling very flustered.

After breakfast, well it was more like brunch by that time, the Mistress announced She was going to enjoy a massage at the spa, before the couple went out for the afternoon. I was quite envious of the maids in the spa. The masseurs for the female guests were not maids but highly paid skilled female masseurs. They did dress in rather nurse like uniforms just for

effect though, and not quite as scandalously short or skimpy as the sissies wore. There some sissy chambermaids in attendance too, but just to assist. And there were also special rooms were the Men could get a much more intimate massage from just the sissies.

“Will you be taking a swim in the pool, or at the beach ?.” She asked Him “Or taking a dip elsewhere ?.” She said arching Her eyebrows over Her sunglasses and looking at us.

He smiled, eliciting another look of amused exasperation, from Her. “Oh never mind I sometimes wonder why I bother asking.” She laughed.

I sometimes wonder why the dominant Ladies tolerate such behavior from their lovers in this FLR scene, but I suppose real women enjoy real sex and it is so much better for them with a nice manly real Man. And besides which Men are so beastly and demandingly tiresome, sometimes, so  why not let them play with the fawning obedient sissies, expend some of that sexual energy.

In any case She stood up kissed Him on the lips and almost flounced to the spa. After we both curtsied to Her of course and thanked Her for allowing us to serve Her breakfast. Needless to say She didn’t acknowledge our curtsies and thanks.

Turning to us both He patted our bottoms and pointed us towards the private room again.

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” We both curtsied and tottered just ahead of Him, no-one in the room paid us any attention now. We were just a pair of maids going to one of the service rooms.

Inside the room it was stinky and thick you could almost taste the sex and fear. I realized that this was the same room candi had been whipped in earlier, and the same room Master had raped her in after Her corrective beating. We both realized this at the same time rather. And He knew already sitting down on the plush leather armchair, not particularly bothered or affected by the smell

“Pour me a drink candi , you remember my favourite  don’t you sissy, then you may face the wall.”

“Yes Master I do Master, thank You Master.”

“Yes Master ‘this maid  does Master’, thank You Master.” He corrected her.

“Yes Master, this maid is sorry Master,  this maid  does remember your favourite drink Master, thank You Master.”

It was  a little early for whisky I suppose but it is vacation time, She poured Him a whisky on ice with just a dash of water and brought it to Him on the silver serving tray.

He took the glass “Face the wall, curtsy cuffs sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” She obeyed quickly.

There isn’t really much need to instruct us curtsy cuffs, as that is how we must stand in readiness anyway. Standing upright, back straight, head slightly bowed, eyes lowered respectfully below the superiors waistline, and holding the hems of our dress with our fingertips ready to curtsy. But the superiors enjoy imposing the instruction on us anyway.

He patted my bottom and pulled me closer to Him, so I was in His personal space, or rather He was in mine. “And you sissy, did you think I did not notice your little glances and furtive squelching earlier, why were you so excited and distracted sissy.”

“Yes Master, please Master, this maid cannot help it Master she is  very needy Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied blushing.

“So you were needy sissy?”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Like those hot and wet slavegirls in your pathetic little fantasies ?”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And are their hot needs or your needs of any importance maid ?”

“Yes Master no Master they are not Master, thank You Master.”

“What is important sissymaid?”

“Yes Master, only your pleasure Master, thank You Master.”

It was always a very humiliating realization and one the superiors enjoyed leading you into. No matter how desperate and needy you were, and housemaids and chambermaids, chastity-maids in general were always so emotional & needy, nearly in orgasm during their every day duties let alone in the presence and close proximity of their superiors, your needs were completely unimportant only the superiors pleasure and satisfaction mattered.

You should be desperate to be chosen but never for your own hot desperate need but only for His  pleasure.

“Get over my lap sissy, I think you need to be punished before I decide I might enjoy your service or not.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

Over His knee He locked me in the cuffs set easily, He was quite a big strong Man with very large hands.

“I think you deserve to punished no less severely than candi, maybe even more so for bothering me with your little needs.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Don’t you agree cherri ?”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I sobbed.

“A nice firm spanking, to redden your behind ?”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Maybe spank some of those needs out of you.” He laughed

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Hand me your panties candi,” He told the other maid.

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” She curtsied and obeyed quickly

“Remain facing the wall, curtsy cuffs.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

He held the panties in front of my mouth under my nose.

“Don’t these warm little satin panties, smell of sex and need sissy too?.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

He stuffed them into my mouth. Although the lubes are actually totally  dry,  but the silicon just feels incredible wet and slippery, and also rather non smelly. The auto conditioning made the panties to us, made  the taste and sensation of wetness was overwhelming.

He spanked me very firmly, with His huge flat palms, until I was sobbing in pain over His lap. Sobbing, blubbering and pleading into the pantie gag desperate for Him to relent. But of course He would not and did not until He was totally satisfied. 

When He was finally finished He pulled the panties out of my mouth tossing them to floor next to candi.

“Put them back on, candi and fetch me another drink.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

He pushed me to my knees in front of Him and I kissed His hands

sobbing and thanking Him for disciplining me so I would serve Him more perfectly. He didn’t bother to reply to me.  He just took the drink from candi and put Her in cuffs too, pushing Her to Her knees beside me.

He undid His trousers and eased His swollen cock out.

“You may look up and kiss me, together.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” We chorused, as He took a sip of His whisky.

He was huge and very erect. All real Men seem so big to sissies, and most enhance themselves to 8” or more He was 10”. Glancing at candi from the excitement and fear in her eyes I could tell He must have always quite naturally well endowed.

We both kissed and sucked on His balls and around His shaft, kissing but not sucking yet on His glans. He seemed to be getting even harder and

more erect with each kiss.

He wanted to tell us, or rather for candi to tell him and me how She had been cucked and put into panties by candi’s Mistress and Him, reduced into total penury as well as becoming a sissymaid, by the lawyer and the former wife. With Him interjecting adding pertinent details.

Like how, one time the former friends had been having a drink together and the former he had confided to the lawyer, that there were problems with the marriage, and how he suspected his wife was having an affair. All the while, the lawyer had been fingering a pair of the wife’s panties in His pocket, listening sympathetically, but disinterested. Laughing about it with the wife later in bed or in His office while they stripped all the assets from him. Or how after the sissy was put in chastity, but still hadn’t realized she was being cuckolded, the sissy asking the wife about cum stains on Her (the wifes) panties as sissy hand washed them. And when the lawyer had finally come home with the wife to the now sweetly feminized sissy, (the hormones worked very rapidly, in the initial stages, days and weeks, rather than months) and sissy had been taught to suck the lawyers cock, and then

penetrated by Him.

I had to also ask her lots of salacious emotional details and Him lots of respectful questions. And to imagine myself in her position and embellish the details, so that I felt her humiliation and shame. And to add details of my own story into chastity & sissification. Though not quite as abrupt and jarringly disconcerting as her story, still equally humiliatingly exciting to confess in front of a real Man.

With each detail and confession He seemed to be becoming more impossibly erect and obdurately harder, but in truth He was shifting and squirming in His chair too. And also although it seemed like a bottomless well or labyrinth of questions to us maids it was only a couple of minutes really.

Some Men when they first enter the scene are not so confident or enthusiastic with sissies. There is still a residual trace of reluctance about homoeroticism even though we are kept very feminine, in a sissy way,  in our dresses, nightwear & maids uniforms. There is still that slight sense of distaste or revulsion after they have cum. But gradually some Men either leave the scene altogether (some may end

up being sissified if they fall foul of the wrong Mistress) or become totally comfortable with sissies who are much more girly, girly, and totally submissive, awe stricken and fervently so. Much more than any true female ever pretended She was no matter how subjugated She was.

Especially after hormone gelding and the sissy has grown small pert breasts. When that happens the sissies must call all real Men Master and be totally pleasing and obedient, much more so than they ever felt possible before, nearly orgasmic at pleasing Him. And apparently some Men take to I straight away like a duck to water, like candi’s former Sir and Master.

He reached down and pushed my lips over His glans and His cock. Then lowering the top of candi’s dress pressing Her breasts around His shaft, massaging Her cleavage up and down and into my mouth. We were both looking up at Him desperately needy while I bobbed my mouth up and down around the swollen throbbing bulb of His glans. Candi was gasping and telling Him how big and manly He was as I sucked. Then He lowered my dress and switched us around, massaging His cock with my breasts as candi sucked. Before He pulled out Her mouth splashed a hot spurt of precum in both our faces.

“Thank You Master, Yes Master, thank You Master.” We both chorused before He took a fistful of my

hair and pressed His cock firmly into my mouth. I spluttered and gagged choking as He went fully deep into my throat His balls on my chin. Then just as quickly He pulled out and did the same to candi as I gasped. Then me again and this time He felt so very hard and urgent, before He exploded into my mouth filling it with thick cum, and then filled candi’s mouth too, before pulling out and splattering our faces and breasts too. Pushing us back kneeling on our heels, both candi and I were still squelching on our plugs in unison.

It always awes me how much real Men on the scene can cum and so repeatedly, but this time He had filled both our mouths with some to spare. Again though this was also due to the auto conditioning, our faces filled with submissive awe adding to His satisfaction.

“Anther drink candi.” He told Her gruffly unbuckling Her from the cuffs.

He hadn’t given either of us permission to swallow  yet so she couldn’t  say yes Master, candi just obeying Him with Her mouth full of His pleasure .

“I haven’t quite finished with either of you yet.” He said.

“Mmmff” we still hadn’t been given permission to swallow. He lit a cigarette and sipped His whisky, looking down on us.

His cum was very thick and thick tasting and equally smelly,

“I think little fucktoys look so sweet silenced with my enjoyment, don’t you agree maids.”

We nodded prettily in agreement, He smiled as we bobbed our heads.

“I used to enjoy seeing you squirming in your tiny chastity cage, waiting obediently to swallow and thank me, do you remember.” He told the candi, she bobbed her head, in shame.

“I sometimes think it is rather a pity, those days are all finished now.” He said lifting both our skirts to reveal just the tiny locks where the chastity cage had been before the hormone gelding.

We bobbed our heads

“But it is also much cuter seeing you this way, properly snipped and sissified, especially as it makes you

so much more desperate to give your Masters what you cannot ever have again, nor ever truly deserved.”

We bobbed our heads again.

“Would you like to swallow now and thank me?”

We bobbed our heads choking now on the thick cum as it thickened in our mouth and throat.

“But I have not allowed it yet have I?”

We shook our heads, He took another sip of His whisky, then a deep drag of the cigarette.

“Do you both beg to swallow my cum, like good little chambermaids.”

We bobbed our heads quite desperate now.

“Such pretty bobs reminds of how you bob your heads around my cock, isn’t that fetching.”

We bobbed our heads again.

“Very well you may both swallow.”

It took us 3 sticky gulps each before we could breath properly again and speak.

“Yes Master, thank You for allowing us to please you Master, and to swallow Your thick manly cum, thank You Master.” We said together.

“You may kiss and thank each other.” He told us

While He watched we kissed each other fully on the sticky lips.

“Thank you candi/cherri for pleasing Master, this maid hopes He was pleased with your service as He was with this maids service.” We both said together fervently in between kisses. We were still in the cuffs.

He reached out to the wall at side of His chair and picked up the tawse hanging there, slapping it loudly

on the palm of His hand, We jumped in frights and saw him smiling at the fear in our eyes as we saw what He was now  holding. He leaned forward to press the horrid leather blade  to our lips to kiss.

“I told you I hadn’t finished yet didn’t I sissies ?”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” We sobbed kissing the whip very distressed now.

“I think both pretty maids need some corrective discipline, for thinking of their needs and not solely of my pleasure,  and for  teasing me  with those tight little peaches.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” We continued kissing the tawse fearfully.

The tawse was so horrible, so fearsome, like Mistresses crop. Just the sight of that flat thick strip of leather, to be wielded by a mans strength, and your whole world seems to stop and stand still, You are totally stricken and numb with fear.

The only thing stopping you from being completely paralyzed with fear is the fear that your punishment will be that much harsher for any slowness or disobedience.

“Both of you get over the bench.” He told us lifting us to our feet. Not giving us a chance to comply He pushed us face down over the leather bench, securing the strap across our waists, as we sobbed in misery. The bench was designed sloped slightly, so that your bottom was held up and ready for punishment or penetration,  He stepped behind us and peeled down our panties to gag us with each other satin briefs. Hers seemed soaked with hot damp fetid erotic fear, as mine must seem to Her.

He stepped behind me and gave me six very well timed blows, as I squealed and sobbed into the pantie gag, overcome with fear and pain.

There is no way for a sissy to hold back the blubbering and pleading even before the first blow lands. As you engulfed with fear then pain and misery, knowing waiting for the next inevitable lash.

After 6 He stopped, but told me He wasn’t finished with my ass.

As I waited in terror as candi was beaten next with  6 fearsome lashes. The tawse is nearly as horrible  to listen to as was when it hits your own bare flesh.

We were both sobbing in pain now as He opened His trousers. I heard Him remove her plug and place it on the bench besides her head, between our faces. He was very quick and rather urgent. Almost roaring with pleasure as He came, as He withdrew He splattered both her bottom and back, and part of mine.

He stepped behind me again with the tawse, telling me that it was only fair, in His opinion that I should receive some further  lashes, after all candi had been cropped by the Misses for her disobedience, whereas I had so far gotten off lightly for my impertinence.

I sobbed into my gag.

Unless you can think of any reasons why you don’t deserve it sissy.

Unable to answer I sobbed into the gag, my pleading  and begging completely muffled. Candi looked at me as wild eyed in fright as I must have looked to her.

He gave me another six, then candi another 2, and finally another 2 for me.  

Then roughly removing my plug and spreading my cheeks He entered me with a grunt of pleasure. He was very forceful and urgent, but possibly only as much so as He had been with candi, but I had been too engrossed writhing in discomfort and pain to keep track.

Then with another grunt of satisfaction He spurted massively inside me, then lying on my back for a moment before pulling out pulling out and pushed my plug back into place. We could hear Him slapping and jerking His cock about behind is as He sprayed the last bit of cum on our upturned bottoms. The hot spray doing nothing to cool the welt like sensations from the tawse, if anything making it feel hotter and stickier.

The door opened and although we couldn’t see who it was we knew it was the Mistress.

“Oh there you are, have you almost finished, catching up ?.” She sounded impatient but amused.

“I think I might be.”  He said quite relaxed.

“Well do hurry up dear, and have a quick shower, you are all sticky from these slutty maids, I have

booked us a table at the seafront restaurant in the village.”

“Coming dearest.” He told Her. 

 Not bothering to push us down from the bench so we could lick Him clean He just wiped His sticky cock on the back of my dress and the apron, then slapped both of our bottoms causing us to squeal in pain into our pantie gags.

“Goodbye girls and don’t worry I’ll be sure to leave a good tip for the memories and for the service.” He laughed.

We heard the door partially close behind Him.

A short time later when one of the Misses came with another maid to uncuff us, I think She was a little surprised and amused by the state we were in.

“Oh dear, you are both in little bit of a state.” She said as we gave each other  a quick douche. She also gave us a little extra time to clean and tidy our uniforms, fix our hair makeup, before cleaning up the service room. As she sat on the armchair smoking, not particularly watching us too closely while we preened and fussed.

When the room and we were spotless again She took us out into one of the hallways and set us both

busily cleaning for a short while. I think I saw or heard the Mistress and lawyer leaving at the other end of the grand hallway, but didn’t dare glance for too long.

It wasn’t long before we were called into the main lounge as there were plenty of guests this afternoon.   

  

                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

 

 

    

      

      

Alternative Conversation in the Rest Room with Miss

 

Behind me I could hear the gorgeously wet slippery sounds Miss was making with Her fingers and Her excited happy gasps. I was facing the wall in curtsy cuffs. Two maids had already been beaten, for naughtiness and clumsiness Earlier in the laundry room. They had been slightly distracted when one of the male guests had come into the smelly stuffy pantie laundry room to enjoy bending over one of the sissies and spreading Her cheeks for anal. All the other chambermaids were expected to keep on working, but one of the pairs of panties had been folded ever so slightly askew, and the maid who told tales was punished alongside the culprit. And because I had also been in the laundry room earlier I wasn’t sure if I was going to be punished next.

Anxiously and respectfully I kept my nose, nipples, chastity lock and toes in line touching the wall, holding the hem of my dress at both sides with my fingertips as if about to curtsy, which in fact a good chastity maid always is, as soon as she is spoken to. The smell of fear and pain from the punished maids was still heavy in the air, to my nose anyway, mixing with the smell of Misses sexual pleasure. Beside me on the table was a small basket containing a couple of pairs of panties ready to be hand washed, the topmost pair, which Miss had just peeled off was quite wet and smelly in that lovely liberated dominant feminine way.

Miss was suddenly panting and gasping then a very long happy moan. I heard a lighter click and then

the whiff of tobacco smoke.

“More coffee sissy.” I was told.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss” I said immediately turning round and curtsying.

There was only enough coffee for 2 thirds of a cup and I hesitated anxiously.

“Oh do stop fussing sissy.” She said to me and ringing a small bell on the table, almost immediately another chambermaid hurried in with another carafe of fresh steaming coffee, for me to top the cup up with.

“You may run along, I’m sure there are plenty of Men eager for your service sissy.” She told the other maid.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”  the maid curtsied and minced out of the room.

“Open the patio doors sissy, let some of my smell out of here.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss” 

The rest room patio doors opened on to the pool, not in the main area but in the service area, it was pleasant enough for the Misses though. She had preferred to keep the windows closed although still slightly ajar while She masturbated, even though there were no children allowed in this adult hotel (for obvious reasons), and masturbation for the superiors was perfectly acceptable, even for the staff, sometimes a little discretion and privacy is nice. My presence didn’t count as I was just the maid.

The morning breeze drifting in from the coast was very nice, usually the chambermaids work indoors so

never benefit much from the sun or see breeze. Miss indicated for me to return and stand besides Her, out of the breeze so She could get the full benefit, but I still felt its tendrils on my legs too.

She popped open a little vial and had a small snort of cocaine. Recreational drugs are perfectly socially acceptable now, and a small livener at work as long as its not excessive is regarded in the same as was a smoke break. The cocaine, legal now was 100% crystal pure and sparkly refreshing to ingest too. There were all sorts of enhancing and I suppose not so enhancing entertainments available. LSD tinged cocktails that made you giggle and laugh with very faint pleasant short term hallucinations. Cigarettes laced with different strengths of cannabis, either just CBD for relaxation, or THC for intoxication, opium laced cigarettes, basically most recreational drugs. The original Coca Cola was very popular as a soft drink too.

I think one of the non sexual things I missed most intensely though was decent coffee and just ordinary cigarettes, especially in the mornings. Obviously maids and chambermaids were not allowed such things, they were for the superiors and vanilla persons only.

Miss smiled as the coke made Her eyes pop wide open and straightened  up. She still had no panties on and Her skirt was hitched up, indicating a silk towel next to Her on the couch  She said.

“You wipe and dry me sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” 

I was careful not to touch Her bare flesh with my fingers a She wasn’t my Mistress, so prudence was required.  If it were my Mistress She would want me to lick Her clean before drying Her too.

“That’s enough sissy.” She said standing up “Clean the couch while I go pee.”

Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” 

The front of the leather couch was quite slick with Her now spent and satisfied arousal. The smell and feel of it made me squirm with  excitement as I cleaned and polished the leather, I could hear Miss’s gushing pee behind me in the toilet, reminding me that I wasn’t to be  allowed to go till this evening. Also last night at toilet and enema time we had been quite rushed so I felt I hadn’t been able to empty myself anywhere nearly properly. Not that you ever feel satisfyingly empty, with the urethral tube and supervised, told when you can start and stop, with little or no regard to your own feelings.

She came back and stood in front of me “Fresh panties, sissy do hurry, we haven’t got all day now have we sissy?” Her tone was teasing rather than admonitory, so I was reassured for the moment.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”  

I fetched a fresh pair of black silk panties from Her bag, they were quite lovely. She stepped into them and I pulled them up. She lowered Her skirt and I kissed Her bottom.

“That’s better.” She said slopping down on the now clean couch again to continue with Her coffee “And a little treat for you chambermaid.” She said pointing to a glass of Her yellow pee.

“Oh Miss, Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered quite happily. The Misses were very generous to donate their estrogen rich pee to the sissy chambermaids, to counter all the testosterone in the cum from the Sirs or Masters, that we swallowed as we served. It was a nice intimate and homely gesture too.

Sometimes at home Mistress would pee straight into my mouth at other times I might be allowed to perch on the couch beside Her for few moments while She sipped chilled wine and I sipped Her warm pee. But I wasn’t to be allowed to sit down today, even though I felt an involuntary twang of muscle memory. I smoothed my apron down and stood very straight.

She watched me enjoying the very slight pause as my finger brushed over the very tiny non existent really chastity bulge under my skirt and apron.

“That’s very pretty sissy.” She told me just so I would have to curtsy again and She could watch my gesture again.

I think I was quite popular with the Misses because of my very short flipped out platinum blonde bob

was cute according to a few of them. The Master seemed to like it too. Mistress had teased me before Her vacation telling me how popular my blow job blonde bob would be.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied again.

“I do find disciplining naughty chambermaids quite satisfying and arousing.”

“Yes Miss, do You Miss ?, thank You Miss.”

“Sometimes at the end of the day I just cant wait to get home to my sissy and she gets a very vigorous pegging, most day.”

“Oohh ….Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied blushing

She laughed “Are you blushing sissy ? I do hope you are staying tiny and soft down there.”

Mistresses and the Misses, often teased us like this, even though after the hormone gelding there was very little to be other than limp and flaccid. My clitty was just a tiny button now and my cherries have receded back inside me. Not that there was much for a very long time before, just a flaccid softness that would swell uncomfortable in the chastity cage or tube. And I suppose even before chastity I was only around sub 4” like most sissies. But the question asked  abruptly and sternly is a very instant way of making us feel very anxious and sexually humiliated at the same time.

“Yes Miss, I am Miss, thank You Miss.”

“That’s good sissy, I wouldn’t want to have to use the teeth (Kalis teeth inside a chastity cage) on a pretty little thing like you, although I suppose the effect would be quite delightful.”

The very sharp rows of silicon teeth are horrible, especially in the early days of chastity when you can help but swell, and get a little hard in the night. Fortunately most Mistresses relent after just a few days, as it is quite cruel on sissies who are supposed to become pretty little effeminate things, with irrelevant and redundant male appendages. The teeth are quite popular on the other Femdom scenes though, but the Men aren’t usually sissies, nor in strict chastity  there.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”  I whimpered.

She smiled at my almost imperceptible wince.

“My sissy seems to have an almost sixth sense of effeminine intuition when I am about to be arriving home, do you get the same  feeling sissy ?”

There was no real explanation for this phenomenon at all. Like the sissies monthly emotional & arousal cycle which peaks when Mistress is on Her period. It wasn’t designed but it seemed to a natural unintended consequence of being a sissy living and being in service in a FLR household. A pleasurable side effect for the superior too. But it affects most if not all sissies. I too would get very excited expecting Mistresses imminent arrival, although there were quite often several false dawns throughout the day too.

Because we were quite far south there wasn’t much change in the natural sunlight that you could see if

you glanced out of the closed windows, through the blinds that were kept mostly shut, when Mistress was out. And sissy radio had lots of different features, tips and stories in between syrupy sexy love songs, but the schedule was moved about randomly so you could never tell what time of the say it was. There was no point looking at the clocks either because embarrassingly now after the very strong hormones, Mistress sometimes called them the Stepford hormones but I don’t know why, I just about knew or suspected what they might be for but just couldn’t understand it.                

“Yes Miss, I do Miss, thank You Miss.”

“It is very sweet, my sissy tells  me that she almost gets the sensation that she is going to cream her little satin panties.” laughter “I can imagine that happening, or rather I cant imagine that happening….” Laughing,  “nor would I allow it anyway.”

“Yes Miss, no Miss, thank You Miss.”

“But it is very enjoyable to know sissy is feeling so expectant and completely deflate that sensation for sissy with my strap on, and she is so very attentive afterwards, and stilt so needy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Because pegging and just the plug massages the prostrate so rigorously, penetrated sissies always do feel like a rising unbearable need to cum, and get very nearly in orgasm, only for that sensation to completely evaporate into nothingness when Mistress comes, or for that matter a Master, when His throbbing member explodes and erupts in your tight ass.      

“But sometimes I just cant wait, and its perfectly acceptable for me quickly to enjoy my fingers here isn’t it sissy.”

“Yes Miss, it is Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied squirming.

A lot of the Misses liked to stop for  a quick comfort break during the day. The maids service was highly sexualized, to say the very least, and was a turn on for the Ladies, as well as applying strict discipline to the sissies was energetically arousing too.

“After all I’m not in chastity, I shudder at the thought of that….” She laughed “Am I sissy ?”

“Yes Miss, no you are not Miss, thank You Miss.”

Mistress has told me that very occasionally She gets a very quick flash of role reversal where She imagines She is the sissy in chastity, not allowed to orgasm while the superior cums and cums, and for that tiny moment it is rather terrible but its transitional insight is thrilling too, and obviously quickly reverts. Often leaving Her with some new ideas how to tease me and leaving Her feeling rather horny too. She tells me it can be a quite pleasant notion a sensation for a few temporary moments. In fact there is even a little cocktail available to induce the effect for the superiors to enjoy, as its only play for them.  She asks me what I might do to Her if I was the superior which makes me squirm with anxious embarrassment and fear too.

However this is something that feeds into my own imagination augmented by the auto suggestion

routines. Complementing the hot little slavegirl fantasies we maids often whisper and share, elaborating hotly on the details in our fervid imaginations, while work. During my housework I will often catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror or if I am working with other maids a sudden sexual glimpse of them. I will get very excited and distracted by the sexy maid in her pretty uniform, and for a few moments my head will swirl and I will lose myself in sexual reverie. I imagine that I am a real Man and the Master here and these maids or slavegirls or houris in my harem are all here to serve my sexual pleasure, at my command at the snap of my fingers. The slaves or maids are a montage of all the pretty girls I’ve ever had a desperate unrequited crush on. All totally my type, and all unobtainable for me. Though curiously Mistress and none of the dominant Ladies are ever pictured there. The slavegirls or maids  are all so hot and desperately eager to serve, vying hotly to be chosen by me, but also frightened to be chosen because they know they will be punished if I am not totally happy and satisfied with their intimate service.

And ignoring my inability to get erect anymore, this makes me incredibly horny with that tight choking sensation of arousal in my chest and belly. And I feel that same overwhelming excitement of seeing all the pretty unreachable, for me, girls at 20 something parties so fashionable, so sexy and relaxed with their handsome confident boyfriends. And for my part I just cant wait to get home and masturbate myself silly, thinking about the girls. And I am just starting to realize now maybe about the handsome confident athletic boyfriends too. But glossing over embarrassingly ‘gay’ revelation,   that realization for now. I have the overwhelming need to rush off home to my own bed to touch myself. But something or someone always keeps delaying me or getting in the way all evening and sometimes if we are stopping over somewhere , the next day or two as well. However eventually finally I get home to my own bed.  But I am so over excited that as soon as I touch myself, I splash prematurely, with no or virtually no gush or trace of orgasm, just a big wet mess, a ruined orgasm or a ruingasm, and no possibility of another one for the evening. So desperately disappointed even to get up and change the sheets I roll around in it shamed by my inadequacy and my premature ejaculation, even the feel and smell is watery and weak.

And then after that totally unsatisfying memory. I flash back to reality  I am just one of the maids, if not one of the slavegirls, and sexual options, for Mistress the Masters & Sirs to choose from for their sexual enjoyment, and I will be punished if I am not totally satisfying, and in the meantime when I am not serving sexually I must wait squirming miserably and  hotly and hurry on with my housework.

And this sudden spasm of excitement is so intensely palpable, that I have to stop what I am doing for a moment and squeeze my thighs tightly together before hurrying on with my housework. Only daring to stop for a moment, because I know that if Mistress isn’t watching at this moment on the cameras, the intelligent AI camera security system that also monitors and captures interesting moments to show Miss, is always watching.  And will record and tell tale on me. Mistress will sometimes punish me for these moments. Or so be turned on that She decides to come home early to peg me or have oral. It is usually a pegging first though as watching these cute sweet moments for Her makes Her want to fuck me.

She shows the videos to Sir too and the effect is quite the same for Him too.

She has so many options to choose from She might opt to have a little liaison with one of the handsome Men in the office. She might decide to close the office door and slip Her manicured fingers into Her black silk panties, the panties that I so lovingly hand launder and touch Herself. And it is this mental image that I find so excruciatingly exciting. And now She has told me about this option it makes me need to press my thighs together, so much the tighter.

Miss continues to question and tease me about how I feel when my Mistress is about to come home and

it is the same hot desperate need that is so enjoyable to deflate by sending us for the strap on.

And because of the new lubes that make us feel so very tight, we so fear the strap on and penetration  now, anything there feels so much more massive and invasive now. And the reverse is true for the penetrator, we feel so enjoyably impossible tight and slippery for them. In fact some Men have laughed and passed tips around saying that they have to brace themselves for the first time with the new lubes as it is just so fantastic for them, they cant help but cum straight away if they don’t know to expect it. And the longer they can wait, which seems like forever to me, but is very short for them the more satisfying and fantastic it is for them.

This is similar to the swallowing technique sissies try to use for fellatio. The Men are always so urgent and insistent, forcibly thrusting into our mouths that we just cannot overcome our gag reflex.  Which has the effect of making it very pleasurable for them. Once He is deep in and  we are choking feeling totally full, we can only try to gulp and swallow His cock, which has the effect of pulling Him even deeper, with our swallowing and throat spasms, and can make Him cum very enjoyable and quickly, but the longer He can wait and again its not usually very long the more amazing it will feel for Him. 

The new lubes which are being enhanced all the time, which make anal so uncomfortable for us, but also prevent any tearing or damage to us so, are perfect for anal, perfect for the superiors pleasure. And for the hotels where we might regularly serve more than 10 Men on an average day, we get very tender and well used but no physical damage. Also perfect for keeping us vulnerable and subjugated on our plugs at home. The lubes make us sexually fear anal so much now.

Miss is laughing at how when She sends Her sissy for the strap on, even though She knows sissy like all sissies will have a love/fear relationship with the intimacy of being penetrated by Mistress,  She relishes the evident uncomfortable fright so evident on sissies face. And even though sissy is hurrying as fast as she can, not daring to keep her Mistress waiting,  for even an instant. Miss will often tell sissy to hurry up or She will be fetching the crop as well. Which makes a sissy go totally numb with fear, the crop is so dreadful. Which excites Miss even more and She might or might not then decide to use the crop as well, based on our reaction and Her own reaction to our reaction.

My Mistress also enjoys this horrid game and I can feel all the blood and colour drain from my skin as I go numb and cold with terror hurrying to fetch the strap on and desperate not to be fetching the crop as well.

Miss reaches out and pats my bottom.

“How cute and sweet you all are at the mention of the strap on, or is it the crop ? or maybe both.”

“Yes Miss, it is the crop Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsy.

She laughs “If you were mine, I’m sure you would look delightful with that tight little peach hurrying for the strap on.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And for the crop for that lovely little butt, sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And I think I would enjoy both quite frequently sissy.” She said patting my bottom.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied anxiously.

She laughed and patted my bottom again.

“I think I would have enjoyed putting you in the teeth too sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied unsettled by just the mention of the horrible teeth.
The Kali’s teeth were often used on new sissies who had been put in chastity because of unfaithfulness

or selfish sexual behaviour. The imposition of the ring of spikes around the shaft and sometimes the base of the shaft used as punishment, training and simply for revenge by the cheated partner. For the first couple of  months before the hormones make the clitty really start to shrink and stay mostly flaccid,  the teeth can be horrible. Because the new Mistress will expect oral from Her sissy and maybe pegging Her new toy, which causes the trapped cock to swell into the rows of sharp spiky teeth. Or just waking up in the night, possibly in arousal or just needing to pee. And simply when sissies have naughty thoughts and sissies in chastity cant help but have lots of naughty thoughts. So it can be very harsh for the sissy and a steep, if not sharp learning curve.    

I knew Miss had kept Her sissy in the teeth for quite some time, just because She liked seeing Her new sissy mincing about so delicately and because He deserved it just for being an inadequate Man.

“I think you would look very pretty in the teeth sissy, hurrying for my strap on, or crop, and both too.” She smiled patting my bottom firmly.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied feeling very anxious and unsettled now.

“Does your Mistress have office sissies in Her office sissy?”

“Yes Miss, yes She does Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied.

“So maybe if the sissy is available for use She might not need to use Her fingers.” She teased, knowing exactly what She was doing.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied squirming

If there is an available office sissy, most sissies are not made available by their Mistresses for other women to enjoy sexually btw. But sometimes they are available to be taken advantage of. Just the mention of these available sissies makes me very jealous indeed, the thought of another sissies tongue between my Mistresses thighs made me so hot with powerless infuriation.

“Oh look at you sissy I can see your little hands already curling in pique, I bet you might even let out a tiny cry of rage out of earshot of your superiors of course.” She laughed.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied so embarrassed.

“Or stamp your little feet in rage.” She smiled

“Yes Miss, no Miss never Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied

“Of course not because you know what would happen next don’t you sissy?”

“Yes Miss, I would be sent for the crop immediately Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied, I could feel the horrible hot slap of the leather on my bottom and thighs already.

“Never, mind sissy, I’m sure your Mistress enjoys Her wide range of options.”

Sometimes the office sissy, who is unavailable is called in after Mistress has finished masturbating to

clear the air and freshen the room, that might smell of arousal and satisfaction, even that erotically charged but non sexual scenario upset me terribly, even more so than the thought of Mistress with other Men.

“She might have found a would be sissy on Her vacation and might be enjoying training the sissy, would he be she by then or not I wonder ?.” She continued to torment and tease me, lighting another cigarette as I served Her another coffee.

“But never mind I’m sure your Mistress is enjoying Her vacation come or cum what may,”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied

“Oh anyway you have made me quite wet again with all this chit chat sissy, fetch me another pair of panties, from my bag.” She said peeling of the current pair and tossing them to one side of the couch for me to retrieve.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied

“I suppose you may wash these before you go back to the rest of your duties sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I replied taking the panties and the other panties in the basket to the small sink in the room.

They were very nice panties feeling so lovely and soft, so expensive too, I let out a little gasp.

“What is it sissy ?...” a smile “oh yes they are lovely aren’t they sissy.”

“Yes Miss, they are Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered feeling quite excited just by the touch of the expensive silk, let alone Her wetness, gliding on the fabric.

“I purchased  myself a few pairs as a reward after that extra long weekend in the hotel.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I replied remembering that long weekend just after I arrived.

During the summer months, which is usually when I am in service here, the hotel is always very busy and there are quite a few extra long weekends and lots of special parties. The hotels are very luxurious, for the female and male guests, but the main sexual focus is on the male clients.

There are often pegging parties held here too when some groups of Ladies will share their sissies just

for pegging, often a sissy, group of sissies  might have 10 to 2o Ladies enjoying her pretty ass that night. I am not allowed to serve sexually there though, though although I might be serving drinks and if any of the Boyfriends is of the Mistress is watching and wants fellatio I am there for His pleasure of course.

But the main focus is on the Men’s pleasure and that particular weekend, which was more like a week, we had double if not triple the guests overnight stays and day trippers. Most if not all of the Men are part of the scene too as bulls or hunky lovers for the dominant Ladies, but some select vanilla Men are allowed too, as long as they are polite and totally respect the FLR etiquette they can enjoy the sissies submissive service.

That weekend or week, we were just so busy, that all the sissies were very sore and tender, after just the first afternoon, not even the first evening yet. We all found it difficult to hurry about our chores and serving, trying to  mince delicately and  prettily, without wincing. Always smiling eagerly and subserviently for the guests. The Misses were extra strict with the hurry crops to ensure perfect service, so the backs of our thighs were constantly stinging from hurry stripes. The Misses also introduced the new stronger lubes that week which prevented damage but also made us feel so much tighter, which added to our discomfort but consequentially greatly added to the guests pleasure for penetrating us. The Misses had also started using the springy canes as well as the hurry crops on that weekend, just for variety.

“So yes they are lovely aren’t they sissy and the tips that weekend also paid for my own vacation later this year.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Wont that be lovely for you too think about when you are sucking the guests cocks so obediently sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

When a sissy is serving a Real Man her total focus must be on His sexual pleasure, making sure it is the very best fellatio she can give Him, always trying to make it the best BJ He has ever had. Looking up at Him eagerly, lovingly letting Him know how much you love sucking Him, the taste of Him, His size and girth. And how much you want to please Him totally, your eyes in His making sure everything you do is pleasing Him, and your face obedient but also tinged with fear at the punishment you will deserve if He is not fully pleased. But also knowing that the hotel and the Misses, and your own Mistress will be enjoying spending their share  of the tips or fees for your service. The knowledge that   Miss will be  enjoying Her tropical beach vacation, or Mistress buying Herself an expensive case of wine or some lovely lingerie. All adds to the humiliation and thus your service.

Mistress will often buy me a little gift too, maybe a new pink babydoll for me to serve Her boyfriend in.

“And of course the new lube & auto conditioning routines have made your oral service deliciously full of new meaningful fright too haven’t they sissy ?”

Deliciously for Him She meant.

The fear of His huge cock, (no matter how big He really was) although all the Masters or Sirs are generally a thick seven  to eight inches as a minimum inside you as you bend over, brought about by the new lubes and hormones, the auto conditioning routines, has also inevitably affected oral service.

After your pre fellatio spanking now as you open His pants, or He  opens them, you are usually cuffed

, you gasp with surprise and fright at the size of Him, wondering how you will get even a quarter of His usually already swollen or swelling manhood into your lips your mouth, without gagging and choking. And sissies must always deep throat all the way on a real Man. To His balls slapping on your chin. Even before you are spluttering and gagging on Him you will be suffocating with fright and awe. Then you must lick and kiss His balls and they seem so huge and full, how will you ever swallow all that cum, as you suck His ball, and this is always a very silly thing you realize there is another one equally swollen and full, to be kissed and worshipped.

This sweet trepidation, adds immensely to your awed and timid service and His pleasure as He hardens and stiffens even further as you lick and kiss Him before He allows you to begin sucking on His swollen glans. A suck and fucktoy in chastity for His complete satisfaction and pleasure.

“Yes Miss, they have Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied getting anxious just thinking about all the Men I would be serving in the afternoon.

“And of course your Mistress and Her lover, and male guests will love the effects of the new lubes and auto conditioning, wont they sissy?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“She will enjoy the new uniform designs as well wont they sissy?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Though I’m  guessing Her boyfriend or lover will enjoy them slightly more, wont He sissy?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied, slightly dismayed.

The new design was higher and flouncier  at the hem, only just covering my panties if I stood absolutely still and straight, maybe even trying in vain to pull it down slightly with desperate fingers. And the tiniest movement would expose me. I was to jiggle and wiggle,  bouncing about delicately as I served Her and Her guests. During the day Mistress preferred the uniforms buttoned up to the maids peter pan collar, buttons on the rear. Which felt very stuffy and hot confined in the house and busy with housework.

But in the evenings if She was expecting male company, often She would have Her lover over or some of Her friends with their own boyfriends in tow who would expect me to serve them intimately, I would have  a different uniform. This was equally high at the hem but very low cut on my breast, the effect was very buxom but also quite demure too. This tiny uniform though barely covering me felt no less stuffy in fact it made me feel very hot and bothered.

Some Mistresses liked their sissies to wear pink uniforms, or a variety of sissy pastel colours when serving real Men. But Mistress said those coloured uniforms were too bimboish for Her tastes even though my black and white French maids uniform was so glossy and flouncy that even a bimbo would hesitate to wear such a thing.

I would always have to lean and bend over the Men as I fetched and served them drinks giving them a

very good look at my heaving, swollen looking cleavage, and the advantage to fondle and pinch or slap my bottom. I would also have to curtsy and thank them if they did so, after squealing fetchingly.

But I was to do so demurely and sweetly, not like a needy bimbo. I was always to remember I was there  for their pleasure not my own needs. Mistress would tell me unless I needed to learn my manners, which She would be happy to teach me with the crop. It was a complete catch 22 situation for me and the Sirs and Mistress were enjoying constantly changing the rules.

“Oh look at you squirming so prettily, so pathetic too.” Miss laughed

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I would so enjoy sending you for my strap-on and my crop sissy”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And just think about those two maids in stock room, with some other maids, waiting now for the afternoon to begin.”

They would be locked in the stocks with their ankles spread and their panties down, another sex soiled pair stuffed into their mouths. Sometimes they would be hooded, or just facing the wall anyway so they couldn’t see who was using them, and the stocks room always had lots of visitors in the afternoon for a quick fuck. Other maids would be kneeling behind a short leather curtain with glory holes for the Men to put their cocks through. Glory holes not for fellatio, although that was also always an option,  but to lick the Men clean after they had used the maids in the stocks.

The maids licking and cleaning the unknown Sirs obsequiously and  submissively telling Him how big and manly He was. The Men often in groups would be laughing amongst themselves maybe belittling or usually just ignoring the pathetic supplication and adulation of kneeling maids, who were licking them so obediently clean. The tiny curtained area where the maids were kneeling would be so stuffy and moist, hot and smelly, with stale sex, and the maids would be very grateful to be out of there, only to realize it was their turn in the stocks now. All the  maids would be very sore and sticky after just a short while in the room, but it did earn good tips for the superiors to share.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

The thought of being in that room filled us all with distressed dismay. I hoped so much She wasn’t going to decide to whip me now and send me there.

“Oh look at you getting all upset and frightened sissy.” She smiled patting my bottom.

“Not for you this afternoon sissy, though you will have plenty of big cocks to worship and suck, and lots of private room time today I’m sure.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered only slightly mollified.

“But maybe tomorrow afternoon in the stocks sissy, and we have another busy weekend this weekend.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I glanced up, then down again.

“And then maybe I can purchase a few more pairs of these, sissy.” She said examining the panties now

hung up with butterfly clips to air dry.

“Maybe you can iron them later for me sissy, wont that be a little treat for you.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Or one of the other maids, maybe making a little video to send home to my sissy thanking Her for the privilege of washing my panties.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied squirming with embarrassment, knowing just how furiously jealous, that would make Her sissy feel.

I was also very sexually excited too, both with humiliation for the sissy and myself.

“Ohh look how excited you are sissy.” She laughed.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I do hope you are still nice and soft down there.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And you may hurry along now sissy back to your chores and the guests.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied and hurried off back to the main area of the hotel.

In the hallway one of the passing Misses hurried me along with Her crop.

“Hurry along sissy, busy,  busy sissy.” She said sharply as the crop stung  my hamstrings

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whimpered and curtsied.

It was going to be a busy afternoon.