Kiss

Kiss
To kiss softly, obediently adoringly, aching and longing to please Her

Sunday 3 March 2024

More hot sticky days for sissies.

 


Whilst I was busy at my chores, cleaning the hotel, polishing the tables and floors, scrubbing and cleaning everything so it was all absolutely perfect for our superiors. Kept in permanent chastity we are constantly helplessly in a state of heightened arousal

I always inadvertently start to squirm and grind  up and down on my cock plug while I work. Rhythmically my squirming and bobbing matching how my head would bob on His massive cock, when He pushed deep into my mouth, His throbbing glans at the back of my throat, huge swollen manly balls on my chin as I gagged on His girth. Imagining His thick eruption filling my mouth and then spurting sticky all over my lips and face. The always strong smell and taste of His creamy pleasure, especially pungent first thing in the morning. Making me choke and splutter even more so.

How wonderful it must be to be Him to be woken like that.

How wonderful to be Him to command me to my knees before Him whenever He wanted.

And how wonderful to wake and serve Him in such a submissive manner. And to look up at Him in


subservient awe, your mouth full of His cum, spluttering and choking, waiting desperately to be given permission to swallow, to breath properly again. To hope you have pleased Him. And then to be allowed to swallow His pleasure thanking Him in tiny gasps and pants. For being allowed/chosen to please Him, for being allowed to swallow, for being allowed to taste His manly cum. Whispering suppliantly desperate to know if you pleased Him? Knowing you will be punished and deserve to be punished severely, with the cane or crop if He less than totally satisfied. But also so emotional & needy, pathetically so to know that He is pleased.

And to be sent, dismissed so casually back to my chores, used and discarded in tears.

How He totally ought to have that pleasure  & sexual satisfaction & how I so deserved to be kept locked


up, kept tiny and swollen but soft in my chastity so I could please Him, to be treated this way. And how I loved this inescapable fact about being a feminized owned sissy. And how it aroused me terribly and made my arousal that much more frustrating and deserved.  

I was squirming hotly now. I glanced down the corridor at the other working sissies  I knew they were each thinking and squirming unconsciously too. Avoiding but catching each others furtive glances. Looking down furiously, burning with hot shame, knowing that the shame and humiliation would make you suck His cock that much hotter.

My sissy thoughts and desires spinning round in fervid circles

Imagining His cum all over my face, filling my mouth with His thick pleasure.

How wonderful it must be to be a Real Man here and be woken by our hot little mouths on their cocks.

To start the day like that & to cum whenever He wanted too, how wonderful to be a superior.

And how appropriate is was for us sissies not be allowed to cum, so we could concentrate on pleasing them perfectly.


Or locked in cuffs, gagged with your own panties, held down, face down and penetrated. Struggling feebly weakly against the cuffs, His strength His urgency. Whimpering and crying, protesting helplessly, Muffled by the panties stuffed into your mouth, gagging you. As hold you down, presses you down, forcefully spreading and splitting  your cheeks entering you.  Impaled on His hug cock as He sissy rapes your ass. His enjoyment enhanced by your struggling. The more you pressed back the more He enjoyed pushing inside you. Your distressed moans and whimpers exciting Him, increased  His lustful pleasure, just as always does for Mistress with Her strap on. Your feelings inconsequential, irrelevant to His superior enjoyment and pleasure. & He would continue until He was satisfied, or Mistress till She came with strap on deep inside you, arousing you enormously, inexorably, but always locked in chastity. And only He would cum or She orgasm. As soon as He was finished you would be plugged again and pushed down on your knees to thank Him and lick Him clean. Or more often than not with Mistress put between Her thighs for another follow up slow orgasm, while She sat or lay back.    

Never being allowed release we sissies spend our waking hours and dreams constantly aroused. Getting


hotter as I worked more and ever more exited. How small and tight my locked chastity felt, every waking hour.

Then the sharp sudden sting of the sissy hurry crop on my rear.

“Get on with your chores sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

I curtsied, my legs stinging.

She watched with satisfaction my awkwardness and discomfort. The pain and fear in my voice and posture.

Tapping the leather of Her boot sharply with Her crop, She laughed icily and strolled away down the corridor.


I glanced behind me at Her lovely bottom in Her figure hugging matt leather look leggings. I could tell by the way She walked that She was slightly aroused. Sissies are very finely tuned to the subtle and sometimes not so subtle arousal of our female superiors. With the Sirs its usually very evident. Mistress and the Misses generally disapproved of masturbation in the scene. Sissies were unsurprisingly never allowed to masturbate. The hormone regime and the appropriately petite chastity enclosure, kept sissy tiny and soft, though constantly swollen with excitement, never getting hard, to masturbate, or to cum. And for the Ladies

they mostly preferred to have a sissy pleasure them, or have sex with their boyfriends, rather than masturbation. Though it was entirely their choice, as much as it was never our choice as sissies. It was pleasant for them enjoying the buildup and knowing that when they got home their own sissy would always be waiting eagerly with her hot little tongue. The Men sometimes wanked but that was their choice and why wank when sissies eager to please mouth is always available.

How wonderful it would be to be them, and how perfectly we wanted to serve them.

Later in the laundry my mouth and face still felt sticky from waking the Sirs. After waking the Sirs we


had been left facing the wall in the servants area of the hotel, waiting to be assigned our morning chores. Waiting faces still sticky with Sirs waking pleasure. Then as usual we had taken down our panties and wiped each other faces with them, before putting them back on and resuming our chores, sometimes the Misses also liked us to swap panties.

Now in the laundry room we were all hand washing the female guests lingerie. Kissing and curtsying to each item and imagining how lovely the Lady was wearing the item. Then dutifully & respectfully hand washing the silk garments. 

One of the Misses came in and opened the window sitting down and lighting a smoke. I was sent to fetch Her a cup of coffee, then another of the House Misses  came in and joined Her I hurried back to the kitchen for a another coffee. I served the coffee and curtsied then waited obsequiously if they wanted anything else. The 2nd Miss sipped Her coffee then feigned to noticed me.


“What are you standing there for sissy, get back to your little chores.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied and hurried back to the heap of silk underwear to be washed.

“And all of you sissies hurry along with your chores, unless you want to be bent over and encouraged to hurry.” She said with a loud swish and thwack from Her hurry crop.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We all chorused frightened, sweetly and obediently.

The other Miss laughed dismissively and the two ladies sat in the cooling breeze from the window drinking coffee and smoking. The breeze never got down to where we were working, in the sticky humid heat and intimate smells of underwear. But the wafting aroma of the coffee and tobacco teased and tormented us, sissies were never allowed such indulgences.

The House Misses often enjoyed taking breaks relaxing and watching us work. It was satisfying and had


a pleasant sense of asymmetry. Most males even sissies, do not have an appreciation for the standards domestic duties, that women did. Of course owned sissies very soon learned an acute  appreciation for these things. The cane or crop is  a perfect tool to teach and control a sissies behaviour. In the dismal past it was common law that a man could use a rod as thick as his thumb to punish his wife, she being the subordinate inferior partner. Now it was considered appropriate and desirable to keep sissies under very strict corporal punishment. And legally permissible for sissies as long as no permanent, irreversible damage was done. And even that was subject to pages and pages of small print under sissy contact law, all in favour of the legal owner of the sissy, once sissy had signed away her rights.

Sissies who might have previously enjoyed the fantasy of a  spanking or paddling, learned to fear corporal punishment as it was meted out so uncompromisingly. Learned very quickly  to be constantly anxious,  in fright of being seen in terms of punishment rather than obedience or pleasure. And it was sexual, making you feel totally vulnerable and desperate to be obedient and to be seen to be totally submissive and obedient.  Administering strict corporal punishment was also highly satisfying and enjoyable for our superiors. 


The Misses relaxed and the sissies worked away attentively and constantly in fright of the cane or crop, just  as they should be. Each sissy trying to work that much harder, that much more perfectly. Not just to avoid the sting of the crop on our bottoms and legs, but to please our superiors.

Then the door opened and one of the male guests Sirs came in and joined the Misses for a cigarette. We all looked up anxiously and desperately to Sir curtsied and hurriedly resumed our chores.

“Good morning Sir.” We all said as one sweetly

“Get on with your chores sissies” He instructed us dismissively.

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” We curtsied & chorused together, grateful that He had even bothered speaking to us. 

We were squelching and grinding on our plugs, as we worked  now. With a Sir in the room the air


seemed to be stinky and sticky with the scent of sex and fear. It wasn’t of course but we were auto conditioned to think it was. He walked over to us and one by one slipped His hand under our skirts into our panties fondling our quivering bottoms and feeling the outline of our tiny locked chastity cages. Then having made His choice He told the sissy working opposite me to fetch the pink cuffs. She did so breathlessly, nearly in tears of fright now, and was quickly cuffed and gagged with Her panties. She was dent down over the table face pressed down in the still to be washed underwear. He drew back the leather paddle behind and she whimpered fearfully, then squealed in pain at the first blow, sobbing into the gag as He gave her 12 strokes with the wide inflexible paddle. We all continued working fearfully, each of so glad not to be her and so wishing to be her at the same time. He then unlocked and removed her phallic butt plug. Leaving the pink 12” cock in front of her in front of all of us as He spread her buttocks and split her with His manly cock. The plug seemed to throb as He fucked her and throb as much as we throbbed and squelched on our own plugs. Subconsciously matching His rhythmic thrusts, but never daring to slacken our work pace. We were panting and gasping with helpless need as much as she was spluttering and chocking into the panties stuffed into her mouth.


Then with a satisfied grunt and groans of pleasure He was finished. Sissy was quickly plugged and on her knees licking Him clean and thanking Him. She was equally as quickly ordered back to Her chores.

I was sent again for coffees for all three of the superiors, this time with a dash of brandy for Sir. When I returned He kept me next to Him fondling my bottom as I squirmed. Was He going to fuck me as well, did He want fellatio? Oh I so wanted to serve Him to feel Him inside me, as much as it frightened and shamed me to serve real Men. Then He slapped my bottom and sent me back to my hand washing. I curtsied and looked up at Him desperately as I resumed my chores.

I needn’t have been so desperate in rejection though as another Sir came into the room, a couple of minutes later. He commented on the delightful smell of sex and fear from us sissies, as He fondled us. His cock was massively hard already as He pressed himself against me. Forcing me to wiggle slowly up and down, massaging His cock with my bottom. He felt so huge, He would split me. I was gasping softly and squelching in frightened arousal. The other sissies were watching in disdain and envy, what a little bimbo I was, what a slut, how I would deserve a severe paddling or tawsing before He raped my ass.

I had behaved the same way with the other Sir too, we all did. We were so needy to please Him, for Him


to find us pleasing.

Then just as I thought He was about to choose someone else He quickly locked me in the leather cuffs me. So swiftly and expertly too, I had squealed so prettily in fearful delight until He panty gagged me.

He had removed my panties but instead of gagging me with them He took the panties down from the other sissy and gagged me with them. They were still wet and sticky with thick cum. She was given my panties to put on.

He paddled me hard and then raped me in front of the Misses and the other sissies as they continued working, watching me with hot little glances, wanting to see, wanting not to see, wanting to not get caught watching, but also totally relieved to not be in my place, but wanting so longingly to be in my place.


He came quickly very thickly. And He was still very hard when I was licking Him clean and then spurted another surprise load into my face. This was unusual but not that rare, He pushed His still hard swollen cock, throbbing now into my mouth and filled it.

I looked up at Him in awe as He told me I could swallow, how wonderful it must be to be Him, to cum like that.

“Thank you Sir, did sissy please You Sir.”

“Be quiet and get back to  your chores sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I curtsied, hurrying back to my chores my bottom and face all sticky with His enjoyment.

Shortly after Sir left the two Misses declared it was too sultry and stuffy in the laundry room, and left to sit outside in the morning sun. The House Misses didn’t actually do very much work during the day or evenings just supervising and punishing us sissies as we worked.

The Misses closed the window and the heat quickly became even more humid we obviously continued


to work in the heat and smell of sex and fear, simmering to serve obediently later. We all didn’t dare slack or loosen our dutiful performance. We would all be bent over and cropped severely for any real or perceived dalliance or imperfection. Not to mention the cameras all over the hotel, monitoring our service.

Then throughout the morning myself and the other sissy were frequently called upstairs to serve drink and perform fellatio. A sissies oral service is always much improved by anal use first.  The other sissies were squirming jealously when we came back down to the laundry room, shamed and humiliated with cum all over our faces and the front of our maids uniforms. By the hot moist stickiness in your panties as you squelched with helpless need for His cock inside you. To feel Him cum inside you His massive explosion of His pleasure, His approval even if He dismisses you in tears afterwards.

But we would all also get to please the Sirs with our hot eager little


mouths and bottoms all afternoon, as every afternoon. I was already getting so hot and desperate just thinking about the afternoon. In the busy periods a popular service was hooded or blindfolded service. Hooded in a close fitting leather bag hood and gang banged, without ever seeing the Sirs faces. Gasping and sobbing in the total darkness of the hood, spluttering on  a panty or cock gag. Although sometimes the Men liked to keep you ungagged in the hood so they could enjoy your helpless cries as they fucked you.

Afterwards you would be led out of the room still hooded, often with your panties around your ankles. The Men often liked to dismiss sissies with their panties down around the ankles. And although the short leather hobble strap was the same very short distance, it was a good symbolic look for sissies.

You might get sent to the cleaning stalls afterwards and clean the Men through the enlarged glory holes,


but on busy days you never knew who you were cleaning. If they were from your session or another sissies. This was by design for the enjoyment of the Men.

There would often be two or three sissies lined up at the holes licking the Men clean. Sissy would be feeling totally sexually emasculated & humiliated, used, abused and discarded, as sissies should feel serving real Men. Licking and swallowing the spent now sticky sexual fluids from the mens cocks, thanking the Sirs pathetically & listening to the Men laugh and joke with each other on the other side of the glory holes. Then afterwards running and fetching drinks in the main lounges again. Not knowing if the Sir you were fetching a drink for had just enjoyed your ass. On very busy days in the hot summer you might be sent hooded to the private rooms for gang bangs several times in an afternoon. As well as serving Sirs individually orally and anally. It really depended on their and only theirs  preferences.

It wasn’t unusual on busy afternoons to be used by at least 10 different Men, or


maybe the same Men multiple times. On these hot afternoons the female guests would generally be relaxing by the pool or at the  private beach, leaving their male companions to enjoy the sissies sexual service. There was also lots of Men who came as singles just to enjoy the resort and the sissies.

By the evening you would be feeling very sticky, sore and  tender, but of course you always had to serve and move perfectly, prettily  and gracefully unless you wanted to feel the corrective sting of the crop, on your perfect mincing posterior.


Mistress and the House Misses were always looking at ways of extending the busy season, so they could maximize the economic exploitation of the maids. And often in the quiet seasons now we could be rented out to clubs or for parties under the strict supervision of a Sissy Pimp or Whore Mistress. 

In the laundry room the underwear and all the panties especially were pegged up individually and grouped per room number. When they were dry later in the afternoon they would be ironed, scented and carefully folded. Then taken on trays to the rooms. If the Lady was in residence you would curtsy and thank Her for the privilege of washing Her panties, before putting them away. If She was out, as She


most likely would be,  sissy would leave a small white rose in a vase on Her drawers to thank Her. Often if She was in, Her boyfriend would be with Her too, having a lazy afternoon getting ready to or waiting to out. Often He would be bored and would want a quick blow job or to give you a spanking before you left. Sometimes He might fuck you but generally the women preferred not to watch that.

Sometimes the couple might be getting ready to have sex and sissy would be instructed to face the wall, then to change the sheets & lick the couple clean afterwards. Previously Mistress had not wanted Her sissies to kiss or lick female guests clean, instead to just to use moist silk towels. However recently She had decided if it was just for cleaning and done respectfully She approved. It also added a new layer of intimate sexual humiliation to our service, which improved especially our oral service for the Sirs.

Mistress was also considering extending our intimate service to the female guests. We would never be allowed to orgasm or release anyway. However Most Mistresses preferred their own, or a select few sissies, strictly trained to their own preferences and intimate pleasure, for Her oral service. And Mistress too enjoyed the fact that we were exclusively for Her sexual enjoyment & pleasure. Serving the Men didn’t count as we were just, bimbo & whores, sexual toys for them. And Mistress considered that to be foreplay for us to serve Her.


All the ladies and House Misses on the scene often liked to dress so very sexily too. Which excited us terribly. Especially as we had to curtsy & kiss their bottoms in greeting. Only on the slight underside of each cheek not between the cheeks as we did with Mistress or on Her soft lovely pubic mound. Kissing their bottoms was an extra sexual humiliation and taunting us we would never usually be allowed to serve the ladies intimately. But would only make us hotter and more desperately needy for Mistress.

Mistress said She loved having Her own little harem, and the fact that there was now 51 of us to choose from, delighted Her and made us that much desperate and jealously competitive to please Her. And She fully intended to continue adding to Her collection.
Sissies with deep effeminate needs are mercilessly exploited by dominant females and males, as indeed they ought to be.










Sunday 18 February 2024

Another hot & sticky day for sissies

 


It had been a busy morning. We sissies are always up just before first light, to get dressed and begin cleaning the hotel. This morning I had been sent to kneel outside the guests rooms and polish the mens shoes. The house Misses knew that I found that performing these types of domestic chores for the Men especially emasculating and sexually humiliating so that was often one of the morning chores I was assigned to. The more humiliated a sissy was the more eager she was to sexually please. I also would be be waking two of the guests with my hot mouth later that morning. I was squirming in my cage and on my plug with sexual fright and arousal. I was polishing the shoes with my panties from my nightwear, they were still soiled and sticky from serving the Masters the night before. We sissies sometimes had to refer to the Sirs as Master when we were serving them intimately, depending on their preference. Mistress said it was good for sissies to call real Men Master, it emphasized our total inferiority to them, and to the Misses and Mistress too of course.

I had to lick the glossy pink fabric to moisten it to polish the shoes. As I licked the cum on the fabric


became smelly and stickier again. Every so often one  the Miss on morning duty would walk past, and every so often She would strike my bottom sharply with the crop, quite lazily and casually, She was only half awake, but stinging and acutely painfully nonetheless.

“Pay attention sissy, work harder sissy, stop thinking about your locked up little clitty sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I would quickly stand up and curtsy whimpering fearfully.

“Just think about how much the Sirs are going to enjoy their wake up blow jobs sissy, and their polished shoes.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” With another curtsy

This made me squirm even more hotly in my chastity and on the plug.


I heard the Miss walking away snorting derisively with disdain and amusemnent, as I quickly knelt back down and hurried on with the polishing.

Other sissies were also polishing shoes or cleaning the hotel down the hallway. Only stopping very briefly if a Miss or superior passed, to quickly stand up and curtsy. Mostly this would be ignored by the superior, but we all knew fearfully that we would be punished severely if a superior wasn’t satisfied with the perfection of our curtsy or the respectful submissiveness in our sweetly whispered good morning Miss, Sir or Master.

One of the favourite chores in the morning was attending the house Misses as they relaxed in the staff area drinking coffee and smoking, usually with the veranda doors open in the cooling breeze. Mostly the Misses liked to gossip and chat, but sometimes they would chat to the sissies in attendance too. Telling sissy about their evening or night out. Sometimes the Miss might  have just come straight from a night


out and sissy would be required to undress Her and change clothing. Sissy would then get to hand launder Misses things which was  nice treat for her. Mostly in the very early mornings the Misses were friendly and content to mildly tease sissy, though occasionally Miss might be extra annoyed to be on the early shift and sissy might get a sharp lash from the crop or worse.

Of course the favourite duty was attending Mistress but She was very rarely awake before late morning, but even being sent up to the to private floors mid morning to clean and prepare for when Mistress wakes was heavenly.

Inadvertently I had started squirming up and down on my plug while I worked in rhythm, matching how my head would bob on His cock, when He pushed deep into my mouth, as I polished the shoes. Looking down the corridor at the other sissies I knew they were doing the same unconsciously too. Glancing up we caught each other eyes glancing furiously


with shame, imagining His cum all over my face, filling my mouth with His thick pleasure. How wonderful it must be to be a Real Man here and be woken by our hot little mouths on their cocks. To start the day like that & to cum whenever He wanted too, how wonderful to be a superior. And how appropriate is was for us sissies not be allowed to cum, so we could concentrate on pleasing them perfectly. The more I thought about the more exited I got and the smaller and tighter my locked chastity felt.

One of the Misses strolled past, I stood up quickly and curtsied, She noted the awkwardness and discomfort as I hurriedly stood and laughed. Tapping the leather of Her boot sharply with Her crop.

“Hurry up with your chores sissy and stop thinking about Sirs cock, well keep thinking about pleasing


His cock sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss, good morning Miss.” I replied curtsying.

She didn’t reply and I quickly but gracefully knelt back down, smoothing the hem of my dress into a pretty circular pattern and hurrying on with the polishing. There was at least another dozen pairs of shoes to polish before it was time to wake the Sirs. And I knew that I had been requested for two of the Sirs. Nearly all the Men liked to be woken with fellatio so we all got to please the Men in the morning.

Swallowing a real mans cum was the perfect way to start a sissies day, the Misses would say. Even though we had all already been awake for at least a couple of hours. We were effaced and  inconsequential, the day started with the superiors day


Then after waking the Sirs we would be assigned to our daily chores. The very lucky sissies would  be chosen to attend Mistress and to perform domestic duties in Her private apartment. Some of the sissies were put on breakfast duties helping cook &  serving the guests breakfast. Other on cleaning duties. I was being sent to the laundry room washing the underwear and panties for the female guests. There was also a laundry room for the male guests.


Hand washing the Misses panties, slips and nightwear was one of our favourite jobs, even though the room was very hot and sticky and could be quite smelly, we loved washing the lovely silk things and serving the ladies in such a domesticated but intimate way. I was lucky to be chosen for this quite often because the Misses knew it excited my so much and also because frequently the male guests used to like to come into the room and rape one of us face down in a pile of still to be washed panties, while the other sissies kept working. And I was popular for that too. Although this morning another sissy was first, it was my turn next and afterwards both of us were called a few times upstairs to serve one of the guests, drinks and fellatio, before lunchtime.

By lunchtime my face and panties were quite sticky and even though I had been allowed to wipe myself down, you still felt hot and sticky all day. I was attending the some of the Misses who were relaxing on the veranda at lunchtime. They were drinking light wine and complaining about the heat. It was so very hot, but they could use the pool to cool down.

I had also been given a small glass of yellow lukewarm pee, one of the Misses had just freshly filled for


me. Mistress allowed us to drink the Misses and female guests pee if they wanted us too, but only from  a glass, not directly, intimately, that was only for Mistress. Most domestic sissies only drank their Mistresses pee, but with a hotel of over 50 sissies Mistress liked us to only to drink pee and only female, not male.  Although I adored it from Mistress, There wasn’t enough from Mistress for all of us. I also loved it from the Misses. It felt so intimate and submissive.

One of the Misses was teasing me, telling me how when She went home Her sissy was going to be sent immediately for the strap on, how big Her favourite strap on was, and how much I would be sent for the strap on if I was Her sissy.   


I was squirming and blushing furiously. She was enjoying telling me how when She went away on vacation. Her sissy was sent to work in one of the resorts, wearing pretty pastel latex sexy waitress uniforms and serving Men all day and night. And that sissy would earn so much in tips that her rental split between Miss and the owner of the resort more than paid for Misses vacation. Another bonus was that the cunnilingus from sissy for weeks after was so devotedly heavenly.

The other Miss was telling Her and me that Her own sissy was the third sissy She had owned and that She liked to start with virgin new sissies but after a couple of years or so would get bored and eventually sell and replace Her sissy. Both Her previous  sissies were now owned by one of the big sissy brothel owners and earned Her new owner lots of money serving in the limos and clubs offering sexual services alongside the lap dancers.

She had  a little video of the Madame in a lovely leather jacket and skirt combo leading Her troupe of sissy whores into one of the clubs and all the men in the club cheering and leering at the sissies squirming with trepidation in their pretty little lurid latex mini skirts and dresses and huge heels.

Miss patted my bottom and told me that the sissies usually went from club to club either with their


owner Madame, or in smaller groups a sissy pimp, employed by Madame, club after club or gang bang parties in a usual evening, double that or more at weekends and special occasions.

“But no need to be jealous of all the attention sissy, you earn your Mistress plenty of tips too sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Especially with the hood sissy, your juicy little ass is very popular.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered & curtsied grinding with fright on my plug at the thought of the hood. Knowing that it was going to be a very long afternoon.

It was  a very long and sticky afternoon and when it finally quieted down I was called to attend the 2


Misses again who were relaxing by and swimming in the pool with some chilled wine, nearly at the end of their shift. Most of the guests had either already gone out, were having an afternoon siesta, or getting ready for the evening. Most guests in the hotel went out for the evenings. Some of the sissies had been taken back to guest rooms for a more private intimate service. I could see a couple of sissies carrying trays of drinks and hurrying to private rooms. Knocking on the door timidly, knowing that Sir would be enjoying much more than just drinks. You felt so vulnerable and helpless going to the guests room in private, you were totally for His pleasure, totally obedient and submissive. Even though you always were, in His room it felt so much more.

I was hot and sticky but it was lovely to see the Misses relaxing by the pool. Through one  of the open windows I thought I could hear a sissy being paddled, the load slap of the thick leather paddle or tawse  on her bottom, imagined I could hear Her muffled cries of fear and distress, no doubt with her panties stuffed into her mouth. In public the Men enjoy a hard sound spanking. In the private rooms they often prefer the wide leather paddles or wide leather tawse. Six of the best usually, though one is more that enough, after 2 sissy will be sobbing and


pleading into Her gag. But He will not stop until sissy is satisfactorily put under His discipline. 

One of the Misses looked up noting what I had heard and slapped my bottom playfully.

“Don’t you just wish you were her sissy ?” She teased

I curtsied, blushing scandalized.

“Ohh, No Miss, I mean Yes Miss thank You Miss.” The other Miss laughed.

“Just think how  hard He will be after He has finished with the paddle sissy.”

“Yes Miss, He will be Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And then swallowing His thick cum obediently sissy.”

At that moment I saw myself kneeling at His feet, my face covered in His sticky cum, waiting to be


given permission to swallow. Totally in awe of Him, His potency, His sexual dominance and freedom. Wondering if after I swallowed, my ass would be next, fearing and hoping in emasculated sissy shame that I would be forced and held down, penetrated, raped for His pleasure.

I could almost feel His thick cock deep in my ass or mouth. Feel His width spreading my cheeks and my sissy pussy. Penetrating me relentlessly, despite my whimpers and my futile gagged protestations and feeble resistance, only serving to enhance His pleasure. Making me even more excited and shamed knowing that He knew, how deeply humiliating and shameful, emasculating  anal penetration was for even a totally feminized, sissy. But He held me down and enjoyed my sissy rape even more so, I was for His pleasure. Even though we couldn’t really feel the ejaculation, conditioned to feel that massive explosion of pleasure in our mouths deep in our ass as He came so powerfully satisfyingly for Him. And afterwards I would be left even more helplessly aroused and used and totally denied, as I licked Him clean and thanked Him. Or chocking on His thick load waiting for permission to swallow.  Totally in awe of Him, His pleasure and pathetically grateful to be kept locked up so you could please a real man. Often we would wake in the night and feel a tiny damp spot in our panties. A pathetic thin, weak leak, reminding us why sissies deserved to be kept locked up. So that He could cum when we served Him obediently. 

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered quite breathlessly & curtsied.


The 3 relaxing Misses laughed as I blushed completely flustered.  

“Though I think your tight little ass deserves the wide strap or tawse sissy.”

“Ohh Miss.” I whispered alarmed “Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Pretty little things like you should be kept under very strict discipline sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“You serve so much more perfectly when you are kept under perfect discipline sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And that is what is most important, His pleasure, isn’t it sissy ?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”


She was fingering almost fondling Her crop as She teased me. I could see She was getting aroused contemplating punishing me, for whatever naughtiness She decided I had committed. I was squirming in fright and rising panic now expecting any moment now to be told to bend over for a cropping. I could nearly taste my panties in my mouth and feel the hot stinging bite of the thin tabbed blade on my rear.

The hurry crop was not as severe as Mistresses punishment riding crop but the  Misses were quite expert at delivering excruciating stinging stripes with the springy crop. Especially when it was delivered suddenly and unexpectedly across the tops of the backs of your legs, but also bent over holding your ankles and across your buttocks. Some sissies who had come to the lifestyle through bdsm, had previously found corporal punishment to be sexually exciting. Not so anymore when there was no choice or escape, strictly imposed  and totally feared. A well whipped sissy, biting her lip in pain  struggling to hold her tears and serve gracefully & perfectly, lest she be beaten again.  Sissy might still get sexually aroused but that was totally secondary and wasn’t going anywhere anyway.

The Misses on the other hand did evidently enjoy and were amused by administering corporal


punishment. Sometimes it was just to relive frustration or boredom, but also sexually enjoyable. We were only gagged with Mistresses panties, or our own, for pegging, sexual use or punishment. Although Mistress was also considering allowing the Misses to use their own panties. However one of the more intimate chores was fetching the Misses a change of panties if they wanted a refresh, and washing them for Miss. We loved this little intimate chore, albeit nowhere near as much as we enjoyed washing Mistresses panties. And usually after a cropping and often before too, we would be instructed to bring Her a change of panties, more often or not the worn panties would be very warm and moist if not soaked. Her own loving obedient sissy, waiting at home would usually be the recipient of Misses excitement, or maybe Her boyfriend. And for our part we were usually sent immediately, to serve one of the Sirs, after washing Her panties.


The leather crops were shiny black or red leather and well worn. We usually had to kiss the fearsome implement after punishment, or fetch it crossways in our mouth and the leather stank of sex and fear, our own totally frustrated sexual arousal and rank  fright.

One of the Misses glanced down at a message that arrived on Her phone.

Then to my  surprise and utter delight I was told to immediately wipe my uniform and panties  down quickly, perfume myself and I was sent upstairs.

No doubt the Misses own sissy would be getting a good cropping before a pegging when Miss went home.

I was elated, Mistress had come home early and I was to undress and bathe Her, then get Her ready to go out again later. Her chambers were lovely and cool and She was quite relaxed. After I had bathed and dried Her She knelt me between Her thighs and allowed me to slowly arouse Her by softly kissing Her inner thighs. Then finally She pulled me firmly to Her but still insisted I lick Her slowly but firmly while Her orgasm built and built, until She was moaning and gasping with mounting pleasure then She came moaning hotly with abandoned pleasure, a crescendo of climax after climax. I continued kissing & caressing Her lovingly until She gently pushed me away and told me to fetch Her some wine. I was also given an intimate drink straight from Her loins. Then I hand washed Her panties while She lay on the bed relaxing and watching me squirm helplessly as I washed Her black silky panties. I couldn’t help myself but glance over my shoulder at Her every often loving how happy and satisfied She looked.


I quietly cleaned the room while She had  a short late afternoon sleep. Barely able to stop myself from looking at Her and longing for Her while She slept, Her curves accentuated by the lovely silk sheet, draped over Her, filling me with helpless, hapless desire.  Then later when She woke I dressed Her for Her evening out. It was one of Her boyfriends taking Her out and He was already evidently horny when He arrived. Sissies always know when a superior is excited, and it always excites sissy terribly but she is always ready to please Him or Her. Mistress loved to tease and She liked to keep Her dates waiting while She took Her time getting ready. I

had dressed Her in a lovely black figure hugging silk night dress with a back open to nearly Her bottom, and plunging neckline. She came down to show Him, teasing Him by asking if He thought She should wear panties or would they show in the dress. Then with  twirl She went back upstairs and I was told to stay and keep Sir company.

He was slightly annoyed and was already massive and hard but He still enjoyed spanking me soundly before He pushed me down kneeling between His legs. He came very quickly and thickly. But


because I was in Mistresses chambers He wasn’t to come all over my face, just to enjoy filling my mouth. Leaving me chocking and spluttering waiting for permission to swallow. Mistress enjoyed seeing Her sissies sticky and covered in  cum, but in Her private space She thought it unseemly, vulgar and unattractive. He ignored me, on my knees in front of Him,  drinking His glass of beer making  me wait until Mistress came back then finally told me to swallow dismissively.

Then telling me curtly to be quiet as I thanked Him profusely for being allowed to please Him and to swallow His cum.

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”, I whispered unobtrusively. I always had to thank my superiors.

Mistress was finally ready and they went out. I was


allowed to quickly lick my lips then to kiss Her lovely bottom, She hadn’t bothered with panties. Sir cupped Her bottom appreciatively. At that aching instant I so wanted to be Him just for a few moments. And I knew I never would be & felt so much a pathetic sissy, who deserves totally to be kept tiny and soft, locked in chastity.

After the pair had left one of the Misses came and sat drinking a glass of wine, supervising me while I quickly tidied Mistresses rooms then took me back downstairs to get ready for the late night selection. She hurried my mincing steps along with playful, playful to Her at least taps, from the broad leather tab on Her sissy hurry crop. Of course I couldnt move very fast with the very short hobble strap between the ankles on my maids boots, but I hurried nonetheless. 


Most of the other sissies were ready already, and were kneeling quietly facing the wall, or just finishing off  their make up, nails or hair.  The Misses were quite lenient at these times allowing us to get our makeup perfect, and often making teasing suggestions. We were encouraged to use lots of lips gloss so Sir thought of fellatio, immediately seeing our invitingly glossy wet look lips.

I undressed quickly and was sent into the bathroom. Miss watched as I soaped and scrubbed myself squirming holding  the hot enema inside my bottom. I moisturized my body and Miss brought a pastel pale pink latex baby doll for me to wear and told me it was going to be another busy night. I gasped with vulnerable  excitement, usually the Sirs who chose the sissies in latex were very demanding.

I curtsied and whispered.

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.” I replied curtsying, smiling still thinking happily about Mistress and


hoping She was having a nice evening.

After my enema She plugged me with the massive phallic butt plugs we were kept penetrated with and locked it in place. The superiors had access to the keys of course. I was allowed to kiss the bulbous exaggerated glans first and thank Mistress and  Miss for penetrating me.

Miss patted my bottom firmly and told me again that if I was Her sissy I would be fetching the strap on a lot.

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”

“And often my riding crop too sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”




I quickly cleaned my uniform and hung it up to dry. There was a large pink bucket full of sticky sex soiled panties next to the uniforms rail. They would be used as gags and cleaning cloths later. Then in the morning it would one of the sissies jobs to hand wash them.

I wiggled in the tight sticky latex, kneeling brushing my hair. 

“Finish your make up, lots of lovely fellatio lip gloss sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”

Then I was left quietly kneeling facing the wall waiting with the other squirming sissies, for the nighttime selection when the guests came back to the hotel.

Each of us squirming on our plugs, hot with helpless arousal, nearly orgasmic hoping to be chosen. Emasculated and totally shamed by our desires to please the Men, to be spanked and fucked by Sir, to be a good sissy for Him. Then dismissed in tears by Him when He is satisfied. Even though there was pretty much a sissy for each guest, we were conditioned to think of ourselves as squirming desperately fervently to be chosen by Sir, as part of a harem for His selective pleasure. Played off against each other jealously competing with the other sissies.

I always wanted to give Sir the best blow job He has ever had. Tonight, tomorrow and forever, adoringly


grateful, submissively looking up into His eyes so He can see how much I want to please Him. Shameful slut, I whispered to myself. Seeing Him already hard and throbbing in my minds eye. Or Him filling my mouth with an endless eruption of thick sticky choking cum. Or forcing me down, face down onto the bed or bench or on all fours panties stuffed into my mouth as He spreads my bottom and penetrates me.

Or Seeing Mistresses bottom in that dress, tasting Her creamy thighs Her warm wetness. Hearing Her cascading moans of pleasure, Her thighs wrapped around my face. Or just to be the lucky sissy washing that dress tomorrow, knowing She had been wearing it with no panties. Knowing She and Her boyfriend would have had hot rampant sex that night after She had discarded the dress.

I was already hot and flustered almost breathlessly nearly orgasmic. Ready to please, like all the other sissies.


The Misses turned the lights out, instructed us to be quiet, apart from tiny soft whimpers and helpless moans, leaving us in the sticky heavily perfumed darkness. Squirming in our chastity and squelching helplessly on our plugs until it was time to be paraded for the Sirs pleasure.