Afternoon service for Mistress

 

“You may kneel down here again sissy.” Mistress told me as She took the chilled wine from the silver tray. She often preferred  chilled white wine after cunnilingus. Although sometimes She liked a chilled spritzer, or if She was enjoying an after work, welcome home whisky, another whisky again with just a small dash of ice.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied and smoothed my apron, my fingertips pausing ever so slightly over my chastity bump. I saw the satisfied mischievous  twinkle in Her eyes, as She noted my slight embarrassment and discomfort, which made me, as always, very self conscious.  Then I knelt again between Her thighs.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered again in the intimate heat between Her thighs the smell of Her arousal and satisfaction, mingling with the smell of Her slightly raised leather miniskirt, and the slightly contrasting smell of the leather seat. Both were wet, slick from Mistresses  pleasure and I would be cleaning both later, The smell and wet heat  was very intoxicating. To one side on the couch lay a discarded pair of Her lovely onyx black silk and lace panties, they were intimately damp when I had removed them to please Mistress.

“No need for fresh panties yet sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And no need to hurry away and wash these just yet sissy, plenty of time for that later.” She said

indulgently

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“With the rest of your chores later while I am relaxing in my pool.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Mistresses villa didn’t really need a pool,  the spacious property was right by the beach, if fact the dunes of beach were just behind the outdoor dining area.

I was not allowed to go to the beach, nor to leave the boundaries of my domesticity. Just to hurry out to serve at the table or to bring Mistress and Her friends, often Her lovers  drinks  in the pool. Then quickly back inside to my housework until I was summoned again.

Although the scene was not exclusively waspy or  white, a lot of sissies Mistresses and superiors were. And a great deal of value was placed on my creamy white skin, with its rose hints that bloomed so prettily when I blushed. Which was quite often. My upper thighs and my décolletage flushing pink with arousal. I am told it is very comely.

Especially when I was serving drinks to one of Mistresses lovers or Her male friends. They would nearly always squeeze  and fondle my bottom, as I leant over to serve them drinks. Always as expected showing them my pert sissy cleavage. And squeaking or squealing with embarrassment as they slipped their very large hands into my panties. And I would flush and redden around my upper thighs just as my face would redden with my fluster.

I was expected to appear scandalized and pout demurely but prettily. Then always to curtsy and whisper in husky but still with that effeminate sissy squeak. “Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” Flushed crimson  with aroused shame.      

“You may continue to kiss me softly and respectfully , but eyes down sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And continue squidging on your plug but softly and slowly.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I like the little needy wet sounds you make sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

It was all auto suggestion but nonetheless very real to me, but whenever I was serving Mistress orally my 10” plug felt even more swollen and massive inside me. So much more invading penetrating and phallic. It felt like at any moment it would become just too much for me and I would burst. Mistress liked me to feel this way at least until I had hand washed Her panties. That lovely intimate chore that  She and most Mistresses preferred to send their desperately excited sissies to after cunnilingus. It was delightfully intimate and sensuous way of putting me in my place, and the swollen plug reinforced the emotional mnemonic. Delightful for Her to observe I might clarify, but also intense for me as I would have to curtsy and mince prettily to the laundry room, barely able to move, with panting and softly gasping, moaning  I was so needy.

And standing at the small stone basin the plug would feel like it was throbbing as I would be unable to

stop myself squidging and twisting haplessly impaled. I was not permitted to lean or press my chastity against the basin, while I worked. And never dared to even when I was alone in the house. I was a good chastity sissy and wanted to be for Mistress. Besides which the house AI would and did report any inappropriate or naughtiness immediately to Mistress.

Mistress would often neglect or purposefully forget to reduce the plug effect. Especially if She was expecting guests, and especially male guests.

Her Lady friends all Mistresses in Femtopia too, would enjoy teasing me. Asking Mistress either discretely or openly, so I could hear it as well in either case.

“Whatever is wrong with your sissymaid today, She is looking rather flushed.”

She would laugh knowing only too well why I was so flushed and flustered, just as their own sissy maids were so frequently.

Mistress would reply, as they watched me squirm with embarrassment, for their amusement. And it would make it so difficult for me as I hurried about fetching drinks, and curtsying and thanking them for being allowed to serve the Ladies while they relaxed. They would watch me curtsy and smooth my apron afterwards, often with an amused chortle as my fingertips paused almost but not quite imperceptibly over my chastity bulge. Often with a patronizing pat on the bottom, or even squeeze through my panties of my chastity, and a “What a  sweet, (or cute) little curtsy sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I would curtsy again, a sissy must always curtsy and thank the superior when spoken to, and then curtsy again.

“With that cute little ass and such a winsome curtsy You would be fetching my strap on a lot at my house sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I would curtsy again flushed with embarrassment now.

“And maybe my crop too sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I would whisper in total numb fright, as any sissy is transformed at the merest whisper of the crop.

Then when they had finished teasing me the tone would be instantly dismissive, and disinterested.

At such moments I would be dismissed back to my housework, or told to face the wall until I was needed again.

Or if Mistresses Lady friends were accompanied, as they often were by their lovers or consorts (Real Men consorts of course, their sissies would be at home busy with housework). The Ladies would allow their lovers to entertain themselves with me while they chatted and drank more wine, often in or around the pool area, in the open area just behind the patio windows where the light sea breeze was most pleasant for them .

In fact my intimate service as that of other housemaids was considered good hospitality on Mistresses

part. I would be called over to Sir, or Master and put over His lap for a pre fellatio spanking. He would always find a reason to spank me, was I too eager to serve Him ? Too much fellatio inviting lip gloss, even though Mistress and the Ladies said never too much for sissy. Was I too needy to serve Him. And I must remember, that my own desperate aching needs were unimportant and irrelevant, only His pleasure & what He wanted was important. Did I kiss the visiting Ladies bottom too eagerly, too excitedly, I must always remember that a Real Woman’s bottom is for sissy to kiss obediently and respectfully no matter how lovely and exciting their well shaped bottoms were. Mistress and most Ladies in Femtopia expected sissies to kneel and kiss their often leather skirted bottoms in greeting.

Of coursed I was never allowed to rebuff or demur, only to accept what my superiors deemed to be so.   And for whatever reason I would always be so tearful and repentant, knowing I fully deserved my spanking, and all I could hope fort was that Master would be less strict with me than I fully deserved. And it no small thing in terms of physical pain and emotional distress, for a sissy to be put over a Real Mans knee gagged with my own fusty panties, or on occasion one of the Ladies still warm moist panties and spanked. the swollen throbbing plug, just made it feel so much more sexually demeaning.

And of course the plug would be left engorged while I sucked Masters own expectant swollen throbbing cock. Bobbing my head on His cock and my bottom on my plug. The plug might only be removed briefly so He could spread my tight sissy cheeks and open  my ass  with His huge insistent cock.

She was still lovely and warm down there in her intimate post orgasmic heat. I kissed Her inner thigh softly.

“I love you Miss, thank You Miss. ” I blurted, then was immediately overcome  with fright for having spoken without permission, suddenly very aware of the cane leaning against the wall behind the couch. Not of course that a sissy could ever fully or even partially be ever less than excruciating aware of its presence.

But Mistress was feeling indulgent today.

“Shush sissy, I am also very fond of my chastitymaid, especially when she is such a good girl with her tongue.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered thankfully, but still knowing Mistress could and would remember later and punish me if She so chose.

Sometimes Mistress would go out with Her friends and allow one of Her male friends, or sometimes a group of Real Men  to stay over and ‘look after me’ for the night. I might even be allowed to sleep in the bed with Him after He had finished fucking me. This wasn’t as ‘special’ at it might seem, being pushed face down onto the bed that Mistress and Her lovers had inhibited wild sex on. I would be in cuffs and gagged with my panties, face down into Mistresses  silk sheets. But afterwards, after I had licked Him clean and thanked Him, I might be allowed to sleep on the bed, in the wet patch besides Him, some Men liked that. And often I would lie beside in the darkness while He slept and I wouldn’t be able to help myself and would kiss His still swollen cock softly. Real Men in Femtopia are always showers and often stay semi erect even when they are sleeping. Even though it felt so humiliating and ‘gay’ not in an empowering way but a pathetic sissy gayness, in my glossy pink babydoll negligee, in chastity, kissing a Real Mans cock in worship and awe. And often I would feel Him or His cock at least stir and I would be unable to stop myself kissing and sucking Him, until He was hard in my mouth, and then to bob my hot little mouth softly. Inevitably He would wake up surprised but pleasantly so. Cumming in my mouth and face before rolling over again after I had swallowed and telling me to go to sleep now sissy. I would still be so hot and needy in the darkness. And knowing that in the morning He would spank me for my naughtiness, no matter how much He enjoyed it.

He didn’t often use the tawse to punish me for this, but sometimes He would tell Mistress who thought

the crop or at least a severe caning with the thick cane then following up with lashes from the thin springy canes, was appropriate punishment for such impertinence.

But I just couldn’t help myself even if I knew as I always did that I would be left totally frustrated and needy if not immeasurably more so after He rolled over and back to sleep, leaving me in hot helpless sexual misery in the darkness. The moist warm darkness now reeking of His manly pleasure again.

When Mistress was away on vacation and I was sent to be a chambermaid at one of the hotels which were also primarily just bordellos for the Real Men as well as luxury hotels. The chambermaids would always waked the one or sometimes two even three on occasion if the hotel was particularly busy, of the guests with fellatio, in turn of course. But afterwards we would join all the other sissy chambermaids  for the chores and housework running the hotel. Supervised by the very strict Misses with their very sharp stinging hurry crops or thin springy hurry canes. You felt so vulnerable when the cane or crop stung the backs of your thighs, the very short maids uniform felt even shorter more exposed.

But the Misses would encourage us or rather insist, that we tell each other how much we loved sucking the Sirs cock and how thick His morning cum was today, how wonderful it must be, for Him to be woken so perfectly. How everything must be faultless for the superior and everything and every detail, no matter how tiny and insignificant, must be absolutely  perfect for His or Her pleasure. And how enjoyable for them, while we hurry about gracefully, delicately pretty but breathless, with fright of the cane or crop.

And always so erotically charged, we were blushing squirming with shame and embarrassed ‘so gay’ arousal. Then of course the Misses would tut tut exaggeratedly  and tell us to hurry on with our little menial chores. Not that we would ever dare stop or slacken, except to curtsy to passing superiors for just a brief moment.

And of course the feeling of fullness of penetration from our plugs, as we squidged and squelched haplessly on the phallic plugs. It always felt and sounded so hotly warm and wet, so lewd. We were constantly self conscious of the plug and especially so after sexual service. The superiors barely noticed it, apart from the mince in our gait, and the blushing of course. But delighted in teasing us mercilessly as we hurried about. The Men would often slap loudly and soundly us across our bottoms, or the backs of our thighs as we passed them, and the plug would suddenly feel impossibly more massive. And the Misses too hurrying us along with the hurry crop or springy cane. We would have to stop and curtsy deeply to the superior if He slapped us, or the Miss had so casually but painfully criss crossed our rears with the cane. Thanking them and curtsying again. Each deep curtsy making you feel even more acutely aware of the huge cock shaped plug.

The 10” plug was extremely phallic and exaggeratedly so. The bulbous glans, constantly pressing and

rubbing on my prostate. But the whole length of the cock was thick and penetrating. Because of the estrogen and hormone infusion in the incredibly slippery feeling silicon. I felt like my whole cavity, not just the sphincter was clamped or clutching around the cock constantly. It felt like it was throbbing inside me. And the infusion and the lubes Mistress and Masters used on my plug and when penetrating my ass made me feel so totally tight, a little finger, felt impossibly huge inside me. Even my own pathetic tiny clitty, before gelding would be noticeable,  Mistress would laugh.

So totally and utterly tight,  but also for Mistress and Master fantastically slippery too. So much so that some real Men when experiencing fucking a sissy with the new lubes for the first time, couldn’t help but cum immediately. In a similar way some Men enjoy a tit wank so much that they cant help but cum very quickly into your face, rather than following on to full on fellatio. Of course Real Men can cum quite frequently and copiously so after curtsying and thanking Him, then fetching Him a beer He is ready for His BJ again. And Real Men soon learn to control the urge to cum quickly in my ass, the longer and deeper they thrust the more satisfying and deeper their pleasure.

They always cum fairly quickly as Real Men in Femtopia are quite insatiable, but they  like to see me twisting and writhing, moaning helplessly as they penetrate me. In fact the only time Real Men do and must hold back is when they are having sex with Mistress, as even though the lovers are nominally equal Mistress must always orgasm, and either orgasm together or first.

This and also because our Mistress very much delight in imposing forced bi on their chastity maids. Is one of the reasons why sissy maids frequently not just fluff but satisfy Mistresses lovers as foreplay for the superiors, so He will last much longer for, and satisfy  Mistress. That and because the Ladies recognize that Real Men can be insatiable and such dumb brutes, and it feels good to let them indulge their frequent urges with the housemaid. He is not allowed to be rough or in any way (apart from corporal punishment of course) violent with sissy. But He is always very dominant and forceful with sissy. And myself and all the other sissies always feel overwhelmingly physically and sexually intimidated by Him, as well emotionally and intellectually. He and She is superior to us in every possible way.

Everything about a sissies life in Femtopia is highly eroticized and sexualized, keeping us constantly flustered and aroused. Desperately and acutely needy but never permitted relief or release. Nor even to beg for release or even murmur or mention that need. Chastity maids  must be totally sweet and demure, but exquisitely sexual, in our very tight, tiny uniforms, that show our glossy panties, the outline our chastity locks, the base of the plug, with every movement. And because all the sissies in Femtopia are gelded, and have budding breasts, low cut in the front if there are to be Real Men present. Although if not Mistress prefers a pretty peter pan collar, which is also very tight and stuffy. But so pretty looking for the superiors which is all that matters.

For the sissy everything is excruciatingly sexual and foreplay, every tiny chore, every little humiliation, and punishment, our whole day fraught with the need to be attentive to Mistress and increasingly as the hormones deepen in Femtopia, for  Master too. sex for us is ached for hotly and constantly, no matter how many time the superior orgasms and we are left hot and needy still. But for the superior it is only a small part of their busy important meaningful day. But for the superior we are just there to serve obediently and unobtrusively. Self effacing hurry along with the chores. If the superior want intimate service He or She snaps Her fingers and then equally coolly and haughtily, dismisses us afterwards.

This is totally intended & expected, Mistress not at all concerned or even often consciously aware, of the sissy squirming and aching in Her pretty uniform. Though Mistress does often like to tease us for Her and Her friends amusement too. before watching us curtsy and fetch drinks or telling us to stand facing the wall until further service might be required.           

Above me I heard Her sip Her wine and light a cigarette, a small sigh of pleasure, satisfied pleasure, it was so satisfying  to be a Lady or a Real Man  in Femtopia.

Later when I was back at my chores in the stuffy little laundry room, I heard Her splashing in the pool and chatting with one of Her friends over the phone propped up on the sun lounger. 

Mistress was telling Her friend about a rather dreamy new Man in Her office, and how She would be

having date with Him this evening. But She had gotten Herself so aroused that She had either needed to masturbate in Her office or come home to enjoy my tongue, or to enjoy one of the sissies in the beachfront cafes. I heard excited giggling when Mistresses friend told Mistress She would have rushed home and given sissy a firm pegging.

“Oh I was very tempted.” Mistress laughed “But it is me who wants a nice big cock to ride tonight”  The other woman laughed.

“When He comes to pick me up later sissy can see whose cum she will be hand washing out of my panties tomorrow, if I decide to wear panties tonight.”

“Oh lovely.”

“Yes I might get Him to give sissy a nice firm spanking as well He does have quite a prominent bulge too.”

“No pre date BJ ?” the other woman asked already knowing the answer.

Mistress often liked to keep Her dates waiting while She got Herself ready upstairs. I would kneel and perform fellatio while they waited. Mistress said that Real Men can be very impatient, and pre date oral, meant they would be less frisky on the night and still eager and very ready for Her pleasure later.

“No not on first date, but later of course and if and when He stays over sissy can of course wake Him in the morning in that special way.”

“Yes well the perfect way for a chastitymaid to start her day, ‘cuckolded’ and swallowing obediently after waking a Real Man, then getting on with Her housework.”

“Yummy.” I hear Her say.

“Well not quite yummy but a nice thick taste, for sissy as She starts the housework.” The other Mistress laughed.

“Enjoyable for Him is suppose and perfect for a chastity sissy.”

After fellatio I could still smell and taste Sirs thick cum for hours, no matter how thoroughly I cleaned myself, all through the day. Unless Mistress wanted cunnilingus or to queen me in the morning, then all I could taste smell and think about was Her warm wet pleasure. And how much I needed to release, to squirt just once, or just be milked once more, but of course sissies in Femtopia  never were allowed that.

Mistress said it was especially sweet knowing I was pleasing a Real Man, locked in chastity so my BJ would be even more perfect for Him.

I heard Mistress laugh again and splash in the pool.

Mistress and the other Lady carried on chatting, discussing how I would be getting Mistress ready for Her date, helping Her as She took a long bath. Softly scraping any dead skin from Her body or with the loofah, Maybe gently shaving Her legs Her intimacies if the hair was visible. Mistress used a epilator compound and sometimes wax if there was any visible hair, but still She had a lovely soft down that was felt rather than visible. This was more sensuous than the strict hormonal epilator treatments I used and the wax everywhere that kept me totally squeaky smooth. Pink and shiny like  cartoon pig Mistress liked to tease me.

Then after Her bath moisturizing and scenting Her skin, patting Her dry with soft silk towels, occasionally being allowed to kiss Her soft lovely skin.

Helping Her select the sexiest lingerie and panties, She liked black or scarlet silk & lace for Her lovers

pleasure for Her dates. Teasing me asking me if I thought this pair of panties or bra set was sexy enough. She also had a collection of very sleek silk sheath backless dresses, that were barely there on Her body and She liked no panties for those dresses. No bra either just a small tape bodyform undercups that made Her cleavage look amazing full and pert. I would get so excited seeing Her dressed like this, kneeling to kiss Her bottom, aching with need to not be a  chastity sissy one time. And Her lovers would get instantly but confidently aroused too, I could see their bulge growing, Real Men in Femtopia are showers rather than growers, as He took Her arm or even softly cupped and patted Her bottom, in that slightly dominating way. Not like the patronizing demeaning way He  would firmly pat or slap my bottom, loudly too for maximum effect. But in that quite masculine way for Mistress. Which would make it totally  much more unbearable for me and any of the other sissies in Femtopia. 

Even though Femtopia was a strictly FLR society I knew that with some particular Men, Mistress and the other Ladies enjoyed letting them to be a little dominant and leading. That little cup or almost imperceptible on the bottom was an example of that. Mistress even allowing some of Her lovers to spank Her occasionally, lightly and playfully of course, before sex. When hand washing Her negligee, lingerie or panties in the morning, they would be quite maddeningly soaked. I would be nearly in tears with sexual humiliation and frustration as I finger washed the silk and lace. So needy I felt like I could explode with my desire for Her and  to sissy squirt. Just like those day before I was pantied and in chastity when I would be so desperate to get home & masturbate and be so utterly frantic, that as soon as touched myself it would nearly always be a totally disappointing premature mess. Totally spent and unable to build up again no matter how much I needed to. 

In the early days pre physical chastity Mistress had questioned me rather probingly about this inappropriate touching, with touching concern. I say pre physical touching because Mistress always had a way of getting me intensely aroused, but then so sweetly asking me ‘I hope you don’t masturbate thinking about those girls or other girls now, do you ?’ and I would reply so earnestly very nearly truthfully, that of course I didn’t Mistress. And then She would say ‘and I hope you don’t touch yourself thinking about me, because that would be so inappropriate and naughty wouldn’t it?’ and I would groan and agree with Her. And from that point on anytime I even started to get horny I would see Her face looking so concerned saying ‘I do hope you don’t touch yourself thinking about me, sissy.’ And immediately I would go soft or just leak totally unsatisfying  all over my underwear. And then to cap it all She would say as if totally sympathetic to my desperate desires for Her  ‘the sooner we get you into panties, meaning chastity and feminized,  the better sissy’. She was also conditioning me to a series unconscious triggers, linked to my disappointing jerking, and my other fantasies that She could elicit subconsciously whenever She pleased, with a variety of subtle gestures for Her amusement, and that would be initiated by any number of tiny insignificant or significant events throughout my day. For example just glancing at myself in a mirror, or seeing another pretty sissy would bring back memories of my harem fantasies and a instant urge to cum only this time I was one of the harem slaves and only the superior would be cumming.   

Always  so needy I could almost feel myself just on the verge or edge of spurting, but never ever doing so. The most I ever felt was a slight dampness in my panties after an inadvertent and unnoticed, unconscious  sissy leak. This would be tiny squirt of possibly very weak precum or seminal fluid and was very embarrassing. It would happen while I was sucking Sir, or pleasing Mistress. Maybe also when my ass was being fucked or pegged, although It was difficult to discern after anal penetration because I would always be so messy and ‘sticky panties’ with Masters thick cum or lube. And also sometimes at night when I was dreaming. My dreams were always about serving and pleasing Mistress or Sir and mostly intimately.

More often than not Mistress would  tease me terribly in front of Her lover or Her friends about my sissy leaks. But also She might decide to punish me for my inappropriate needy leaks.

This was all I could ever do anyway, no matter how constantly overwhelmingly  I wanted or needed to.

All sissies in Femtopia are hormonally gelded, so my cherries had receded back into my body and clitty was just a tiny button, behind the equally tiny but totally obdurate pink silicon chastity lock. This like the hormones and feminization, was in theory totally reversible, but in Femtopia in practice would never happen.  

Naturally I was never allowed to ask or dare to mention when Mistress might have enjoyed a spanking but Mistress and Her lover would always have an air of extreme satisfaction from Her but from Him too the next day as well. Often when I knelt to kiss Mistress bottom She would give me a happy little wiggle Her skirted bottom on my face, and sometimes I couldn’t help but glance up at Sir and see Him smile too. And it was Mistresses prerogative, whether or not She wanted to play submissive with Her lover or not. But when She didn’t He was always very dominant with me. At these times I always got an extra sound spanking, if not the tawse from Him and quite urgent forceful oral and anal.

I had overheard Mistress laughing to Her friends how She enjoyed watching slightly furtively when Her lover was annoyed and was extra strict and  very dominant with me. It made Her very  wet She giggled and also very likely to peg me before oral, if She wanted oral. Sometimes She just enjoyed touching herself with me facing the wall or busy with housework while She climaxed.   

Of course anything Mistress wore was so exciting to me and the other sissies, and the Mistresses and the Misses did always like to be fashionable and attractive, for everyday wear and for going out with Her friends or on dates. I thought of all the other sissies feeling the same intense arousal and need. Helping dress Mistress then watching Her leave for the day to work or in the evenings with Her friends or lover,  aching for their Mistress. Wanting so much to beg Her for just one time, but never daring to, never daring to so much speak or sissy squeak without  permission.  Then hurrying on breathlessly with their housework, always fearful of the cane or worse.

Then in the morning hand washing Mistresses clothes and Her underwear, Her panties, and often finding Her lovers still thick cum stains to be curtsied and kissed respectfully, in Her panties, just like sissy must always curtsy and kiss the intimate often still moist spot on Mistresses panties, before delicately finger washing the lovely intimate silk and lace.

I had been pantied and put in chastity outside Femtopia and cuckolded too so was well  used to the intense humiliation of washing another mans a Real Mans cum out of your wife or girlfriend now your Mistresses panties. While you were in chastity and plugged. But it never got any easier, in fact each and every time it was intensely sexually humiliating.

But of course you would never dare to complain unless you wanted Mistress to find a reason for you to

be punished. Sometimes Mistress would tease you about the look of aching distress in your eyes, above your pretty obedient smile. And have Her current lover put you over His knee for a spanking, to make you more grateful to wash Her panties. which most often led to fellatio for Him too.

Or on occasion send you for the tawse. That dreadful 3” wide  thick but ever slightly flexible leather blade, that the Masters and Sirs liked to use. Every bit as  horrid and fearful as Mistresses crop. That would similarly make you so numb with fright, and instantly drain all the color from your skin.

And afterwards you would curtsy and thank Him or Her so sweetly, then hurry back to washing Her panties or your housework, with your bottom and upper thighs throbbing and stinging.

Mistress and Her friend continued laughing and talking about Her new lover, while Mistress splashed about in the pool. Every so often I would hear the little china sissy bell ring and I would hurry upstairs out to the poolside to bring Mistress a fresh drink. Mistress was skinny dipping  in Her  pool. Sometimes She liked to wear very sexy bikini sets for the pool or the nearby beach and sometimes nothing at all.

She didn’t talk to me except to give me instructions, She was too engrossed chatting to Her  friend and I would quickly curtsy and thank Her, before hurrying back inside. Sometimes She might nod or wave Her fingers in dismissal, other times not.

She was enjoying the expensive chilled white wine getting quite happily tipsy relaxing in or around the pool. I could tell that the other Lady on the other end of the pool was too. It didn’t really matter when Mistress wanted to freshen or rather sober up, a very small shot would instantly liven Her up again. The food treatments, like the body treatments were very clever. Extremely formerly unhealthy highly  fatty and sugar foods were rendered as nutritious  & healthy as fresh fruit & vegetables, volume wasn’t a problem either. And also alcohol, recreational drugs, cigarettes made harmless, and the effects of drugs and drinking could be switched off with a simple shot, when desired. Mistress tells me the shot actually gives Her quite a cocaine like rush just for a second, then poof like a burst of magic, any ill effects are gone.

Sissies are not allowed any fatty sugary foods nonetheless, we must always watch our diets, eating only plain white dry toast, and nibbling daintily insipid white bread triangle sandwiches at lunchtime. Neurotically fussing that we stay slim and pretty for Mistress and any Real Men. Of course the dry bread is totally calorie controlled and infused with everything we need top be totally healthy.

Much like the bodily hormones and treatments used to feminize sissies. The superiors also sculpt their own bodies appearance & health to perfection. The Ladies like to peak at late to mid 20’s and the Real Men at late20’s to mid 30’s. Sissies are kept at early 20’s. Though some older Men like to have a couple of distinguished grey highlights, and some of the more senior Ladies do too. and nearly everyone is super healthy if not athletic looking, the Ladies like to be both athletic and voluptuous. Sissies are small in stature and very slender but with soft rounded bottoms and small pert breasts. The cut of sissies maids uniforms and any other garments, emphasizing her now high slender feminized waist, and hips, though not quite as softly rounded as a Real Woman’s still soft and appealing in an effeminine manner.  

At a glance it looks like an example the ultimate example  of paradise or hubris. This is not exclusive or limited to Femtopia, and whereas once these treatments were exorbitant in cost now they are everyday essentials.              

For Mistress It was so lovely and sunny outside but also with a refreshing summer breeze. Contrasting with the humid quite airless house and my tight stuffy and sticky feeling uniform. The  intelligent AC in the house only followed Mistress and the other superiors around. It would be a waste of electricity, and the environment  for the housemaid, just as electronic labour saving devices are considered. All a  Sissymaid chores must be performed arduously and adoringly by hand and a sissymaid must always see to it that she look pretty and grateful while doing so.

Behind me Mistress climbed out of the pool briefly to lie back and smoke a cigarette, before splashing
back into the water, still chatting with Her friend, enjoying Her afternoon and anticipating Her date.   

It was so very stuffy as I  hurried on with the laundry and the endless housework. But I curtsied and thanked Mistress before starting and after finishing each small task, even if She wasn’t there to see. Just like all the other chastity sissies in Femtopia  always wanting to be a good housemaid for Mistress.

Thanks you Mistress, curtsy xx          

 

 

              

Entering Femtopia

 

When we aren’t serving or attending the superiors and when we are working together sissies love to gossip and giggle, subdued of course so as not to disturb the superiors, there are lots of stories and rumours in circulation. All seem to be relayed from someone who knows someone who knows someone this happened to. And the stories get more scandalized and lascivious, the further removed the retelling is from the event, and therefore that much more exciting.

For example the training that new sissies undergo on entering Femtopia. A lot of sissies are ‘put into panties’ ‘pantied’ or ‘petticoated’, shorthand for being put into chastity and feminized, by their girlfriends or wives, who were bored or dissatisfied in general with their partners. Or  maybe ex lovers, who were jilted or cheated on. Either gently persuaded, cajoled or tricked into starting the process. And quite a few sissies end up being tricked into coming top Femtopia, by unscrupulous dommes or dominatrix, not least because Femtopia and the original sponsor share the sissies confiscated assets once a sissy enters femtopia and service.   

 But quite few interested sissies come to Femtopia on their own volition, thinking it is just a visit not

realizing they will not be allowed to leave. There are rather a few women who are interested in the FLR lifestyle, and quite a few more Men who are interested in this to various degrees though mainly as  a bedroom fantasy. The online AI driven screening process is very good at quickly weeding and blocking out the masturbators, but then cultivating the interest in those deemed suitable candidates. Around 95 to 99% of potentials are screened out this way. But that still leaves a lot of potential sissies for steering towards sissy contracts outside Femtopia or entering into service in Femtopia. Most would be sissies are themselves mainly titivated by the prospect of Femdom and FLR however the AI steers their interest very firmly towards sissification & service. Most potential Mistresses want an obedient and pretty maid. All will adopt feminine grooming routines, dress and chastity before progressing any deeper and estrogen and hormones are introduced. The AI routines are very subtle but subliminal in making sissies obedient and submissive to Real Women especially and even in the early stages to any Real Men on the initial scene.

Even so when the sissies cross the border and enter Femtopia it is a complete culture shock and surprise.

Gone is the flirting and teasing replaced by obdurate instruction and strictness. The sissies are surprised how immediately they obey, even though very frightened and unsettled.

Mistress tells me that in the future, there will be whole countries, & in the far future colonized planets run on strict FLR principals. And there wont be any need for this disjointing induction experience. Sissies will simply be selected at an early age and guided appropriately, or imported sissies will be simply that, imported. But that would remove part of the thrill for Her in seeing sissies suddenly realize their new status. That shock, and initial; impulse to rebellion to be so enjoyably broken, by Her. And in truth to the sissy too, the sudden juxtaposition, between the freedom and sometimes privilege of maleness, to the submission of the sissy is also thrilling. So much so that we ache to cream our panties thinking about it, which is of course is no longer allowed.

But the new confused disorientated sissies are treated strictly but kindly. They are given a soothing

drink which is actually quite a strong sedative, and soft clothing, nighties to wear. Feeling comforted and safe they don’t object when they are  given hormone and treatment injections and in truth the next week while the very strong formulas work pass by in a hazy sedated blur. They are looked after by nurses in very sexy latex uniforms, also sissies but more experienced. Who are so exquisitely  lovely that the new sissies are sure if they ache to be as lovely as they are or to want to have sex with the nurses. And in the background just out of view they can hear submissive giggles and pliant sighs as the nurses are enjoyed by Real Men. It is described its like a waking dozy anesthetic, and the first  week or 2 weeks passes seemingly in a blink of an eye.

As the effects wear off the sissies are told to stand in line for inspection. They notice they are all. Or

mostly all reduced in stature, the average height of sissies, after treatments, is 5’5, and very much slimmer but also softer and slightly curvier. Their skin is totally smooth and bodily hairless now, and their already tiny penises or little sissies are tiny and flaccid now.   

But the real shock is when the Miss and Misses in charge of training enters the room. The Ladies even though only marginally taller than the reduced in

stature sissies now seem to tower intimidatingly over them. Strutting about in strict looking leather pencil skirts and high heels the Ladies inspect the lined up sissies. The sissies are all so aroused but remain soft and flaccid while the Misses inspect them intimately. The

Ladies in Femtopia, are all gorgeous and  all like to dress fashionably but also provocatively, sissies cant help but glance at their Mistress or any Miss without getting terribly aroused. The Ladies of course know and enjoy this, part  of the reason most Ladies like a sissy to kiss their bottoms in greeting, and goodbyes too, is submissive respect, but also because they know sissy will get very and helplessly excited. And of course a sissy may also on occasion be allowed to kiss her own Mistresses pubic mound, through one of Mistresses lovely skirts, when Mistress wants to be affectionate.      

One by one the sissies are locked in tiny pink silicon chastity cages. To some the new sensation of a 

deep urethral tube and the rounded shape of the chastity device, locking away the cherries, alongside the flaccid ‘penis’ clitty is a distressing surprise. As are the 10 inch cock shaped butt plugs. Don’t worry sissies they are told, ‘the cages will get tinier and the plugs much thicker, as your training progresses’, ‘Yes Miss thank You Miss’ all the sissies curtsy, looking down at the tiny pink cages in dismay.

Also while the sissies are being locked up there may be one or two Real Men present, observing the new sissies they will be enjoying training. He might step behind sissy and pat her on the bottom, making her squelch in fright on the new plug. Telling her ‘Don’t worry sissy this little  plug will get much thicker and fuller.’, ‘Yes Sir thank You Sir.’ Sissy will whimper and curtsy, glancing down at Sirs quite evident bulge. Or the miss may pat sissies bottom firmly instead and sissy will squirm in fright thinking about their new Mistresses strap on.

Sissy must bend forward to be penetrated by the phallic plug, and will moan and whimper as the thick rigid phallus opens and penetrates her. She will moan and whimper in distress very fetchingly even before the halfway stage. And the other sissies watching will think what a pathetic bimbo, what a slut she is being, scandalous, disgraceful, until it is their turn of course.

The sissies will be dressed in their uniforms which must be kept immaculate no matter what chore or service they are performing. As must their hair nails and make up, especially their lipstick  and lip gloss which must always glisten with a slick invitation. Underwear and stockings are ivory white, sissy panties are pale pink and very tight, all the satin underwear is glossy slippery inside and out, maddeningly so. The maids boots are ivory white patent leather, fitting the overall theme of the hotel. Most private Mistresses prefer either ivory white or pastel pink. If sissies wear colourful uniforms, usually the boots match.

The uniform material is itself is a satin latex mix that is very glossy and slippery, and looks very lovely.

The fabric can feel quite stuffy, sticky and hot, but a little discomfort distress on sissies part is no concern to the superiors, in fact rather the opposite. The uniforms detail is unique & different for each maids dress, with organza, lace and taffeta detailing. This leads to some jealously from the maids if they want to wear a dress given to another maid. The dresses are assigned each morning by the Misses. Actually the house AI does this slightly tedious task, but the sissies don’t know this, and the effect is the same. Sissy feels powerless and weak, jealous and petty, thus pliable and obedient.

This is the same for more experienced  maids and chambermaids too, in fact it only gets deeper for the chastity maids over time, as they are service.

The sissies then begin their training, performing housework as chambermaids in the hotel. They are supervised and instructed by the Misses, and any imperfection will be corrected by 6 strokes with the  cane, every aspect of their service must be perfect, and every time a superior passes them the sissies must stop what they doing  and curtsy, saying a low and respectful voice.

“Hello Miss, this sissy hopes You having an enjoyable  day Miss, thank You Miss, please may sissy be of service to You Miss ?, thank You Miss.”

Or of course if it a Real Man ‘hello Sir or Master’ depending on His preference.

And then the sissies must curtsy again.

Usually of course the superior will just breeze past paying no regard to the simpering sissies unless they choose to have one of the maids serve them.

As the superior passes, the sissy must curtsy and whisper

“Thank you Miss.” Before hurrying back to her chores without delay.

Any hesitation or tardiness in this haste, real or perceived  will result in a stinging criss cross from the cane or hurry crop, across the backs of the thighs.

Even some sissies who might have been part of the BDSM scene and even maybe thinking of themselves as subby masochists or ‘pain sluts’ before entering service. Will immediately come to fear the lash of the cane, in Femtopia or in sissy service outside Femtopia, the hormones and treatment ensure this.

Sissies will be nearly in tears just at the mention of the cane or a spanking over a Real Mans  knee.

Almost wetting themselves with fright, if a sissy every dared to wet herself without permission, that is, and the horrid crop and tawse are just too awful to think about, without feeling yourself drain of colour, paling numbly.

This fear and apprehension while intended, is not intended to be cruel, although that can be highly enjoyable for the superior on occasion too. Especially if the sissy was egotistical, arrogant and generally uncaring as some Men and inferior men can be before being put into panties. But rather to keep the sissy in her place and submissive. Lovingly and devotedly obedient, effeminately so. Emotionally fulfilled even  if never sexually satisfied. That vulnerable state of sex and fear.

Over the first couple of days the Real Men will take over the training and although the Misses will still hurry the sissies with the crop or springy canes, keeping them working breathlessly flustered and anxious not just to work quickly and with perfection, but to be seen to be straining, albeit prettily,  striving to be so.

If a Man decides sissy should be punished sissy will be put over His lap and spanked, publicly, while the other sissies continue working whilst glancing fearfully over their shoulders at the sissy being punished.

Then this will change too and sissies will be taken into a more secluded  room, though the door will usually be left ajar. After her spanking, sissy will begin Her fellatio training, or rather spanking as foreplay to a BJ. This will also apply to anal, however most Men prefer oral then anal and are too impatient to spank sissy again after sissy has swallowed His cum from the BJ. It really does depend on the Master or Sir though, and sissies will always be in a deliciously exploitable state of anxious sexual uncertainty.

The accelerated effect of the estrogen and hormones will be increasing rapidly now, sometimes in a the course of couple of hours. Sissies will become softer and more feminine, curved but still slender and slim as sissies should be. But she will notice Her budding swelling breasts and Her little clitty being increasingly tinier and softer, leading eventually to hormone gelding. Sissy will get an feel constantly desperately excited, even though tiny and flaccid. The arousal only increases over time, leading to sissy feeling constantly hot and bothered and eager to serve and please sexually.

Sissy breasts hormone induced never grow very large, unless surgery or very strong hormones are used,

the effect is seen as slightly too vulgar anyway. But with a very snug push up bra, sissy will have a pleasing jiggly cleavage. Pert and plump enough for Sir to enjoy ogling, fondling and a nice tit-wank if desired. If sissy is a domestic chastity maid ort housemaid in general her uniform will be a demure peter pan collar style top. But if male guests are expected sissies uniform will have a much more open bodice arrangement. So that when sissy bends leaning over at the waist to serve drinks He can see her cleavage and also fondle and pat her bottom, while He decides if or what more intimate service He desires, from sissy. Sissies are nearly always shared with male guests as part of Mistresses hospitality.

Spankings will generally now be seen as part of sexual service or for a light casual punishment. If sissy is to be punished more severely she will be caned or cropped by the Misses, or Sir will use a tawse on her behind. These will be frequent and feared terribly, the sissies will be on the verge of tears thinking about corporal punishment constantly.

If the sissies have not been brought to Femtopia, by a specific future owner. Service will continue in the hotels until sissy is owned privately. There will be auction or rather viewing days when potential Mistresses will come and peruse the sissies. Most will go to be private housemaids, but some may be bought by other hotels or businesses to serve their guests, in the beachfront cafes, restaurants and other locations where sissies will be put to service.

The sissies selected for viewing will serve drinks then be examined and inspected. Lifting their skirts while potential Mistresses don latex gloves,  lower the sissies panties and inspect their chastity and the progress of the hormonal gelding. Feel their bottoms and how they squirm on the plugs. After which the sissies, might wait in attendance serving drinks or facing the wall in curtsy cuffs, waiting to be called to service again.

While the sissies are in training or waiting to owned, and also in the restaurants and cafes the sissies are available to serve the Ladies intimately too. This is deliciously  enjoyable as the new relatively inexperienced sissies are very virginal and eager to please for cunnilingus and pegging too.

When sissies are eventually privately owned, auto conditioning makes the sissy still feel, that her

current owner, is the only woman she has ever served intimately. Even if before she entered service sissy was sexually experienced, before being put in chastity or ‘put into panties’. The hormones and auto conditioning make it feel like the very first time every time, albeit highly skilled and devoted to pleasing the superior sexually ,  for the sissies. This is also enjoyable for the Real Men spreading sissies butt cheeks and opening sissy for anal, and fort that matter oral too. Or for Mistress pegging sissy with her strap on. Oral can be particularly piquant seeing sissies face still slick with Mistresses arousal  or sticky with Sirs cum, her expression as sissy realizes, that although the superior has had a multiple climax orgasm, or cum so powerfully, this will not be reciprocal & sissy herself with not be allowed to even ever ask for permission to cum.

Rather sissy must fetch refreshing drinks for Mistress, fresh clean panties for Mistress, and clean up, before thanking Mistress with appropriate curtsies and being dismissed to hand launder Mistresses discarded panties or just back to the housework in general.

Looking up Sir in awe of His potent pleasure her mouth full of His thick slimy cum, waiting for His permission to swallow even a drop. Then  curtsying and thanking Sir after eventually being given permission to swallow, bringing Him a cold bottle of expensive often European beer. Before maybe being sent upstairs or down to the laundry room for anal penetration, or being dismissed with usually a firm loud slap to the bottom, for sissy.

For the sissy, who might be the sole housemaid this can be very meaningful and emotional. She want to cling to Mistress and be desperately attentive, especially after a pegging. Or to Sir to cling weakly to His strong arms, maybe to sit on His lap for a moment overcome and in tears, no matter how much sissy fervently professes its still  forced bi. But She will resume Her housework obediently not wanting to punished. Or if the maid is part of a household where Mistress keeps multiple maids, or the hotels where lots of chambermaids are in service. Sissy will hurry back to the other sissies in tears to resume work, and the other sissies will be equally anxious about but  needy to serve sexually, as well as blushing hotly,  scandalized and envious in equal measure.

No wonder the misses employ the thin stingy canes or springy smarting hurry crops. To ensure the

sissies work and resume their housework without dallying. It is quite enjoyable too, for the Misses to enforce this compliance.

Mistress says there is a delicious smell of a clean perfectly immaculate house, kept ‘sissy clean’, She can smell and taste the fear in the air. In fact there is no unpleasant smell, as that would be distasteful and unpleasant for Mistress and the superiors but it is palpable in the atmosphere.

Again this is not being mean or cruel for its own sake but just the natural dynamic  for ultra femme, effeminate sissies, to keep the sissy under perfect discipline, in their place. Serving unobtrusively prettily,  obediently and lovingly. Each & every act of service domestic and intimate is not because of the sissies needs, no matter how fervent and deeply felt those tearful desperate needs are, but because it what Mistress or Master wants and only ever what She or He wants.

After the first couple of  spankings, in fact really after the very first spank the sissies will, learn to fear being found displeasing by the Real Men. Their demeanour will be that much more submissive and unctuous, obsequious and totally self effacing. Their  curtsies will be deeper and smiles sweeter. It will feel forced for the sissy at first , but  becoming increasingly natural. And not very much later of course, the sissies will associate being spanked with fellatio for Sir. So much so that sissy will feel disappointed and doubly humiliated and punished if She is spanked and simply sent back to Her chores.

But the tawse is more preferably for punishing sissies, though this too and the thicker canes favoured by the Sirs can be used as foreplay too. most Mistress like to keep at least 2 canes for disciplining or punishing their sissies. First 6 with the thicker blunter feeling cane. It feels blunt but very deep. Then a follow up 6 with the springier cane, across the bottom and backs of legs. Many Mistress get carried away at this point and give a further 6 with the springier cane, for good measure. After which Mistress nearly always require a fresh pair of panties too.

Even if not intended initially many Mistresses will find themselves so intoxicated with the dominance

and sexy power, sopping wet. Sometimes sissy might be told to kneel between Her (Mistresses) thighs, peeling down Her soaked panties with trembling fingers, to perform cunnilingus. Mistress might want to follow  up a caning with pegging sissy. Or even more enjoyable from a domestic domination perspective, is sending sissy back to her chores while Mistress masturbates. Sissy knows Mistress is touching Herself while she hurries on with her housework. Within earshot of Mistresses hot pants and moans of pleasure. The choice is always Mistresses of course. And sissy will be called back after Mistress climaxes to take away yet another set of arousal soaked underwear, clean up and fetch Mistress fresh underwear. The look on sissies face at these moments is priceless. And its particular enjoyable watching sissy curtsy and smooth down her apron, inevitably and inadvertently, but always self consciously hesitating as sissy fingers pass over tiny now imperceptible chastity bump.  

That moment when a Real Man takes you into one of the small rooms, and tells you He is going to spank you, and to remove your panties so He can gag you. and then

later when He tells you that spanking is a prelude to fellatio. That if wants to punish you more severely and not just for His pleasure, the tawse will be used. You are on your knees, maybe on all fours  as He takes it from the hook on the wall and presses it to your lips to kiss. And kissing the leather all you can smell and taste is sex and fear, desperately hoping this wont be the time you feel the dreadful implement.

For most sissies the hormone treatments will be working very well now, and the sissies will have developed a very feminine or effeminine look by the end of the first week, and can be put to work generally as chambermaids in the hotel, serving domestically and the male guests intimately. This service more than pays for the hormone treatments and training. The hotels are very popular with Real Men, and there is a ladder or menu of charges for using the sissies, and of course the Men are encouraged to tip handsomely for good service. Sissies will be punished if the tips are not considered sufficient.

For the some of the new sissies they can also serve the female guests intimately too. This is very

enjoyable for the Ladies as everybody loves having a fresh eager sissy between your thighs, licking you to perfect bliss.

And as mentioned before when and if, but it usually a very short when, sissy gets a permanent owner. The auto conditioning makes sissy forget all about pervious sexual service. There are exceptions to this, if a sissy had been unfaithful or selfishly unsatisfying before being ‘put into panties’, and the reason why they were ‘pantied’ too. then there is some pleasure in letting sissy retain a residue of memory of their former licentious naughtiness.              

Subtle rather imperceptible triggers can be used, when sissy is sucking a Real Man or having Her legs spread, reminding sissy of how she wheedled &  pestered for sex, for oral and anal. Just not from this particular perspective. In fact these triggers can be used for all sissies when the superior deems them enjoyable, as all sissies at some point would have thought and fantasized, and usually masturbated  about what was inappropriate for them.

Until that special day, the viewing days when prospective owners come to see the sissymaids. And one Lady puts Her latex gloved hand into a sissies panties and squeezes your chastity, firmly but possessively rather than unkindly, and says ‘Yes, I think  this maid will be adequate and with a little strict training she will become more suitable.’ You will tremble of course but feel so happy as you curtsy.

Sometimes it is the Masters or Sirs making the selection for their own households. The sissies do not get a choice, in this, but generally the algorithms tend to place those more suitable for male ownership with a Master. And in any case if sissy is not that way inclined the whip will encourage her quickly to be so.

In the meantime the new sissies will now work alongside the other chambermaids in the hotel, most if not all of whom will be sissies being boarded or kenneled while their owners are away on vacation.

Earning tips from the guests that will help pay for Mistresses vacation, the wages and vacations, luxuries of the strict Misses who supervise the sissies, and the hotel owner. The owned sissies will not be permitted to serve the female guests usually. The sissies who are will distinguished by ether a pink line across the top of their maids booties and a pink sole to the platform boots.

When a sissy is kneeling before  Real Man sucking Him obediently She must always be totally lovingly devoted to only His total  pleasure. But it is sweet for Her to think about the vacations and luxuries Her service will ensure the Mistress and Misses can enjoy, especially when He explodes in your mouth and you squirm in chastity not allowed to cum. Although you may notice a tiny totally unsatisfying damp splash in your panties sometime later. The Misses enjoy pointing this out, or the other sissies might giggle in shame looking there.

The treatments and constant hormones means that or the most part, the sissies will quickly forget their former lives and any skills they might have had, it will all just be confusing haze, and sissy should not worry her pretty little head on such

things. She will soon be unable to read or write, or to count abstractly. She might know to bring 3 drinks because there are 3 guests to be served, but even when she is told to get over the bench or hold her ankles for a caning, 6 of the best usually, she will be unable to count the strokes, to the sissy it will just be an awful horrid  lot. If we do ever ask any silly questions we might get a pat on the bottom and given a very patronizing simplified explanation, or told not to bother our empty little heads with such things. And we will feel silly and humiliated but also mollified.

Mistress says that in the future, and there is a steadily increasing appetitive for Femdom in certain sections of vanilla Ladies, there will countries and even colonies on new planets where women rule. Some lucky Men will be subordinate husbands lovers

or helpmeets, but the inferior male specimens  will be sissified. This should be identified quite early on and the sissies will not be taught the R’s or any academic subjects. Just learning housework and other feminine duties, until they are old enough at 21 to be viewed and taken ownership of by their Mistress.

Also apart from having very vague confused yearnings, the sissies will not know about sex until their future owner teaches them for the first time, but they will have been taught that in all things they must be totally submissive and dedicated to pleasing their superiors. Sissy will only ever have experienced corporal punishment across her open palms, until she is put over a bench or told to hold her ankles for a caning. She wont have had any experience with  boys or Real Men either, as her education will taken place in a secluded boarding school, in a strictly supervised environment. In many ways this will be  shame as Mistress

wont be able to enjoy those moments of sudden juxtaposed realization, with sissy. But at least on Femdom worlds there may be  imports of sissies to savour that moment with. Of course imported sissies willing or forced, as punishment or simply surplus, will only retain vague memories of their previous lives. It would be cruel otherwise. Sissies will undergo the Stepford program, (pun not initially intended, but the irony made it delicious), which will render them very effeminate and subservient.      

And sissies being sissies who love to gossip and share scandalized stories, will learn that vicariously. Mistress may well decide to tell sissy about such things too, how on some worlds, very inappropriately  sissies might be milked or even allowed to spurt

The slavegirl stories serve this purpose too, as it does seem rather surprising that the Mistresses allow these stories of submissive women and dominant Men. But the slavegirls are so obviously inferior and such helpless bimbos, and like sissies that the stories  and the way the sissies get so excited elaborating endlessly on the details, make them perfect for that.

The sissies get so excited blurring whether they are excited about being served by the lovely slavegirls, or wanting to be the slavegirls.  Then fantastically so more  excited when the slavegirls are allowed to orgasm sobbing impaled in their Masters strong implacable arms. Moaning in blissful total submission He pumps His pleasure into them. Only for the sissies to realize at that moment in the story that they are always the slavegirl and unlike them they are never allowed to climax, just to sob in total defeated submission into the pantie gag stuffed into their pretty mouths. 

For the slavegirl she might be gagged for sex too, maybe with her own soaked panties. Master might ungag her as she climaxes impaled on Him, so she might sob and cry out  in an ecstasy. But for sissy, sissy is nearly always gagged for penetration, so she sobs and cries out in total submission to the superior. Only being ungagged later to lick Masters

cock, or Mistresses strap-on clean and thank the superior. And there is always that sweet little moment in the stories, that sting when the sissies realize what they have always known, that slavegirls are allowed to orgasm with their Masters permission, but sissies are never allowed to cum or squirt. Which just makes the sissies even more fervently desperate for the release they will never be allowed, and thus even more needy and pliable.

It is quite endearing to see the sissies in this state squeezing their thighs together, trying and failing to control, their needs. On of the Misses might stroll past and ask the sissies innocently and seductively

‘Is something the matter, sissy ?’. The saucy amused twinkle in her eyes revealing only too well She knows exactly what is making the sissies so hot and bothered. Of course sissy may never dare say,

may never bother a superior with her little needs no matter how hot or desperate.

“Yes Miss, No Miss, thank You for asking Miss.” The flustered sissy will reply curtsying.

“Well do hurry on with your little chores or tasks sissy.” The Miss might reply gently but also sternly.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” Sissy will curtsy as the Miss  continues on Her way.

Sometimes there might be a slight whiff of sexual arousal from the Miss lingering in the air, real or imagined by the sissy, which makes sissy ever more needy.

Or one of the Men might call out to the evidently needy  sissy. A hot needy sissy serves so well. This is just a perception on both the superiors and the sissies part, as once opened a sissy will always be very eager and fervent to please sexually. Much like the need to spank sissy before fellatio But it is an enjoyable perception for the superior in any case.

And again a sissy is just so much more enjoyably malleable after being put under male domination and discipline, for both the sissies future Lady owner, or Mistress  and Real Men in general. There is also a vicarious pleasure, even for dominant women seeing an ultra feminine sissy being dominated by a strong handsome Man. Even if the Lady cares not to admit it makes Her a little bit wet.   

Some dominant Ladies will enjoy exploring these fantasies with a Bull, being spanked and submissive, but just as bedroom play. The Ladies chastity housemaid will be very much aware of this play but will never dare mention it. It also adds a layer of sexual humiliation for the sissy in service for Mistress to exploit and enjoy.

And then of course another topic of sissy fascination are the escape stories, which always end up with the sissies being captured and punished, which only makes the sissies even more excited.

In truth this happens very rarely and even more exceptionally that it is

intentional. More likely is  a driver transporting a sissy crossing over the very porous non existent border, for the superiors, and for whatever reason or other the sissy ending up in the hands of the authorities before being returned to Femtopia.

Sissies love embellishing the imagined details of these escape attempts. Sissies going to courts with a female judge of course who initially appears sympathetic to the sissy and mindful to release sissy. But then after a brief  cursory cross examination, which is very revealing and humiliating for sissy and very amusing to the prurient press and public gallery. The judge quickly changes Her mind and orders sissy returned to Femtopia immediately and says She expects sissy to be rightfully punished when she gets there.

Once a sissy signs the sissy contract, or enters Femtopia, she no longer has any rights, she is a permanent ward of her Mistress, until or rather if the Mistress decides otherwise. Likewise sissies who enter Femtopia are in permanent service, and if sissy ever does escape, is considered a fugitive to be returned to the state of Femtopia.

It is the being returned to Mistress or Master part of the story that we love so much. Being punished but then pleasing Him or Her lovingly afterwards.

The police officer who drives sissy back to the border, is often very macho, and after crossing the border, while the female border guards process the paperwork. Sissy might be instructed to thank the driver for delivering her back safely with a hot BJ.

In one very real but now highly exaggerated and embellished case, an inadvertent sissy entered Femtopia but managed to sneak back onto the tour bus and escape back to freedom. Or so she thought.

She had only been in Femtopia for a couple of hours before managing to secrete herself back on the bus. Once outside Femtopia the sissy had gone to the police but had found herself immediately detained, pending extradition.

He had formerly been very wealthy, inherited wealth, and selfishly

  arrogant to boot. In court the fiancé  who he had cheated on, and intended to jilt. She had discovered this and His sordid soft Femdom fantasies, then  manipulated him into going to Femtopia, ‘just for a tour’. The fiancé who as a result of sending him to Femtopia now owned nearly all of His considerable assets75%, the state of Femtopia owning the other percentage.

She was asked if She thought Her former fiancé should be, if not forgiven, at least reprieved and released. In actual fact this was just a  rhetorical

flourish as there was no actual mechanism for this. By crossing the border at the official crossing, sissy was now no longer a citizen of the USA and was now a permanent resident and subject of Femtopia. And in any case neither She, the fiancé nor Femtopia had any interest in any thing of the sort.

The fiancé had also made a point of wearing the very sexy clothes, that were rather inappropriate for court, that  he had often begged Her to wear for him. Looked him in the eye as he desperately pleaded for his old life to be restored. She smiled as if considering the request then and declined casually but emphatically. Crossing Her legs and turning away from the Her former lover, the sissy who’s fate She had sealed . To clapping  and laughter from the female members of the public gallery.

The judge who also seemed to wearing clothing that was slightly inappropriate for court. Why do all the

Ladies in court look so sexy, when he would never be allowed  to do anything about it ever again he whimpered  to himself in dismay. The judge turned to sissy and also pointedly crossed Her legs slowly, making sissy squirm with excitement, and told her She would be immediately returned to Femtopia. Where She expects sissy will be punished for wasting everyone’s time with such silly nonsense.

In fact sissy was punished, as expected. She still had to undergo the week long intensive dosage of hormones and treatments, the same as the other sissies. Spending around a week in bed as the feminization serums take effect. Then when all the sissies are ready they arte inspected and put into chastity, plugged and put to work training as chambermaids.

Sissy was called out on the first day and put over the knee of one of the biggest Real Men,  who was training the sissies. He peeled off her new cream sissy panties and spanked her in front of all the trembling new maids. Then she and the other maids were put to work as chambermaids. Maids are not often allowed to chitchat, but on this occasion the Misses tolerated it for a few moments with the other new maids all frightened but also feeling very hot and bothered, asking her if it hurt as dreadfully as it looked. Yes she replied with a whimper, wincing as she hurried with the housework. The other maids all hurried back to their chores upset And with evident dismay. Later the more experienced chambermaids  who were helping train the new sissies, told her that is was much better if you gave Sir a BJ after a spanking so you could show Him how sorry you were and how much you now so fervently wanted to be a good girl  please Him.

The new maids were scandalized but as excited and terrified by this suggestion. But the more

experienced maids smiled and curtsied then kissed them. As sissies must do, always on the lips to each other. And told them don’t worry at least Sir or Master will enjoy His BJ, and that’s all that should be important to sissies.

The Sirs nearly always find a small very insignificant reason to spank sissy before fellatio. Was sissy to eager squelching vulnerably on her dildo plug, was her fellatio pout too suggestive, too needy. Sissy is there always and only to please Him, not to satisfy her own desperate but unimportant needs. Did sissy get too excited kissing Mistresses bottom, or changing Mistresses panties, or cleaning up after Mistress had enjoyed cunnilingus or had masturbated. Was her curtsy too shallow, or too deep with a lewd squelch on Her plug.

All very minor trivial things, that Mistress might send you for the cane over, if She chooses to but mostly not. So at the point when He tells you to get over his lap you feel very naughty and deserving of a hard spanking, no matter how hateful and horrid it is. And when He peels

down your panties or uses a pair of Mistress panties to gag you with you are sobbing with fearful contrition. And you feel your tiny chastity lock pressing against His knee, and you know He can feel it too. You are in the leather cuff set, holding your wrists pinned to the small of your back. Not that He couldn’t hold you so easily with one hand while the other administers the spanking. And you feel so effeminine and so utterly gay. Even if He doesn’t use your own panties for the gag they are still lowered so He can spank your bare bottom, Mistress too will lower your panties just on your thighs to administer a caning to your bottom and your upper thighs.

After your spanking you give Him the best BJ ever, wanting so hotly and frantically to please Him to show Him now what a good girl you are for Master. In Femtopia if a sissy is serving a Real Man sexually He is nearly always referred to as Master. And when He cums it is so thick and slimy, so manly. You are choking on the thick taste and smell until He finally gives you permission to swallow and whisper thank you.

Most Mistresses in their private homes prefer for a Man to cum fully in sissies mouth, not to be so

vulgar as to blow in sissies face, maybe just a smear or leak around the lips. But many Men disregard that and cum in your face and down the front of your uniform anyway. Mistress will punish you later for that but just sees it as boys being boys for the Sirs. The Men either don’t care that you will be fetching the cane later, or enjoy the idea. And for sissy just knowing that makes you even more pathetically eager to please them again.

It must be so wonderful to be a Real Man or Lady here, but also the chastity sissies are so fervent to lovingly please our superiors.

And every time I kneel before a Real Man I remember that moment when another sissy told me, for the first time  how enjoyable fellatio is for Sir from a freshly spanked sissy. How fearful and scandalized I was, especially feeling myself squirm in my chastity.  

At this point one of the Misses strolled past and gave a couple of the sissies two criss crossed stripes with the cane and told them to stop dallying and hurry on with their chores. One of the sissies was a new sissy and the other her more  experienced companion. Yet both squealed the same, and said ‘Yes Miss thank You Miss’ so fervently in pained tearful voices. So eager to be pleasing and not needing to be corrected again. The more experienced maids whispered tearfully to me later, that you never get used to the cane, or crop, tawse, paddle or spankings, each time it feels worse and more frightening but also so erotically  charged.

It was also so surprising on that first day how ultra femme and girly the other more experienced sissies were. But also to see the other new sissies and realize how girly the hormones had made then so quickly, and to realize that you must appear that way to them all too.

That night we were all dressed in little pink baby doll nighties, 

that looked ever so sexy, locked in a special kennel room. A very low room that we could just about crawl into, floored and lined padded pink PVC. Just enough room for us all to crawl into on all fours and cuddle together, then the door was closed and the lights turned off leaving us to our excited scared whispers. But then from a hidden speaker we were told to be quiet and go to sleep unless we wanted to be punished and then gagged. We were all obediently silent after that.

The tiny kennel was only for the first few nights though as after the first weeks training, we were allowed to sleep with the other sissies, 6 or sometimes more to a small bed in the maids quarters, but after that first week we were just chambermaids, albeit inexperienced in some ways, waiting for our future owners,  expected to serve all the guests sexually and earn tips for the hotel too.     

And I remember that day the first sting of the cane and all the sissies curtsied and said “Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” Together, then

curtsied again as She walked on, feeling rather pleased with Herself. It was always enjoyable, to find a little fault and correct it with the sting of the cane, and especially so with new sissies. One pleasing aspect of training new as yet unowned sissies is that they are open for use by the Ladies, and it is quite enjoyable to have a virgin (so to speak) sissy’s tongue for the first time. While not being so skilled at cunnilingus as ones own sissy, the maiden chastity maids make up for it with their desperate eagerness to please.

It is the Misses who maintain overall discipline in the hotel. The chambermaids both new and

experienced tremble and work ever so anxiously breathless with effort to please them. When a group of sissies are working together and one of the Misses enters the room, the air is palpable with warm sticky fright. None of us dare glance round from our chores but all of us can see the cane, or hurry crop She carries dangles so casually, as She strolls though. Not even glancing at any of us but Her scrutiny is still there.

She might pause ostensibly to take a drag of Her cigarette or chat to another Lady. And all of us can almost feel the sting of her cane. I would say the

fear and imagined pain is worse than the sting but it truly isn’t. Again I wonder if  it is worse for the sissies who might have fantasized, or gotten themselves aroused at the prospect of corporal punishment, but no find so much more than they wished for. And your whole world seems to stop if She calls you out from your busy chores. In tears as you hurry over, to be admonished and then told to bend over at the waist holding your ankles. Or told to bend over holding your ankles and then scolded.

Six with the cane, muffled sobs of miserable fear and pain, into the pantie gag, then another  curtsy and a ‘Yes Miss thank You Miss’ before hurrying back to your chores.

Or worse being told to hurry to one of the side rooms which are furnished  with  benches and stocks for both sex and punishment, whatever the superior requires. Always the sissy is bent over though ass in the air. Or perhaps sent to wait outside the Misses rest room, until they are ready to punish you at their leisure. You must stand

outside facing the wall waiting until they are ready.

The little rooms strategically placed in all areas of the hotel for the male guests (mainly) to take sissies to for sex. Often oral in the lounge but for anal it is considered more polite to use the sex rooms. One such room will be the designated area punishment room for the day at random . And even if you are the first sissy sent there for punishment, or for that matter rape, the room literally reeks of sex and fear.

To the sissy at least, the superiors say they don’t even notice, but that it is an appropriate smell for a sissies service.

You will be caned or more severely punished for the most trivial & tiniest of innumerable things. Things which one day are just overlooked and ignored being so insignificant, might get you a swift stinging caning another day, or worse sent to one of the rooms for more stringent discipline, then the next time ignored again. The uncertainty adding to palpable sense of powerless vulnerability. The

only thing you can do is try your very best to be a good girl, all the time, as sissies always should. But the Misses do enjoy maintaining a strict discipline, even a good girl can be more perfect, more pretty when she curtsies and serves.

It is auto conditioning but all the women here and all the Misses and your Mistress has at the same time the most incredibly arousing husky voice, that make you instantly squirm desperately in your chastity. But also when speaking to a sissy an air of casual indifference, and severe strictness in expectations of service. Both teasing and correcting. But sissies are never allowed to say or show that they are excited or needy, only the superiors needs are important. As we have been told ‘It is perfectly acceptable for you to squirm and be miserable, tormented by your needs, indeed it is intended ‘ ‘for you as a chastity sissy and housemaid.’.

Sissies are not allowed to speak in a superiors presence without permission, apart from the obligatory ‘Yes Miss. Mistress Master, Sir  thank You Miss’ and even that can merit a punishment, and sissies are always expected to wait quietly if not performing chores, either facing the wall in curtsy cuffs, holding the hem of your dress ready to curtsy. Or standing discretely to one side, waiting attentively to serve. Sissies must always keep their eyes lowered below the superiors belt line. Emphasizing both their inferior in general status and their submissive sexual status. Only when serving orally may  a sissy look up, to show Sir or Master how much you want to please Him how much you love pleasing Him and sucking His manly cock, especially with your bottom still smarting and throbbing from  a spanking. Or when pleasing Mistress intimately with your tongue. Although many Mistress like to lower the hem of Her  leather skirt or silk slip or dress over your head leaving to perform cunnilingus in the moist warm erotic and intimate darkness.

Mistress and the Misses do like to change their panties quite

regularly. The atmosphere is very sexual liberating for both the Ladies and the Real Men. And the Ladies say its quite nice to have warm panties slightly moist in a lingering anticipation of pleasure. But also to have fresh perfectly laundered and ironed panties on demand.

The Misses seem to delight in having sissies change their panties for them. For the experienced sissies. Who might be boarded here while Mistress is on vacation. Such sissies are usually only available to please the male guests. But will still be expected to perform this intimate laundry duty. And for us new sissies, looking down at us as we lower and remove Her panties and replace with a pristine pair. On these intimate occasions we must always look up and meet Misses gaze as well. Showing Her how much we want to be of service. The Ladies here do adore expensive silk lingerie and even the slightest sexual arousal makes the expensive soft silk feel so slick and slippery under our trembling fingers. The auto conditioning too makes the feel and smell feel so intense and piquant.

But this most intimate chore must always be performed reverently and submissively, for Mistress lovingly and achingly, nut for the Misses and other Ladies still achingly, so near to what you will never be allowed but with awe and reverence too.

The Misses do delight in having the new sissies perform this duty. Teasing us terribly, asking or rather admonishing us, that they

“Hope we are not getting excited in our chastity”

“Yes Miss, no Miss thank, You Miss.”

“Because that would be very inappropriate and naughty for sissies wouldn’t it sissy.” She might ask Her eyes twinkling watching you squirm and squelch haplessly on your plug, which feels like it has suddenly doubled in volume and especially girth.

“Yes Miss, it would be very naughty Miss, thank You Miss.” You

curtsy.

“Very good, good girl, you may wash these as a special little treat for you.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Hand laundering my panties is such a privilege for sissies, isn’t it sissy ?.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

And you might hear Her turn to one of the other Misses and laugh at how utterly thankful and pathetic I am to perform this duty.

This is a very satisfying interaction for the superiors and for the sissies too, though less

satisfying but no less thrilling for us. And all a Mistresses laundry especially Her lingerie is done by fingertip and reverently.

There is rather a large side industry in the hotels and clubs inside and outside of Femtopia. Where women dominant or vanilla send their panties to be hand laundered and washed. There is a lot of wealth in some segments of society and considerable demand for expensive lingerie, and for luxury services. Dry cleaning is ‘so not good enough anymore’, when instead your intimate lovely smalls can be hand washed ironed scented and folded perfectly by obedient respectful sissies. There are levels to the service, with some opting for hand washing by the sissies still individually and perfectly but by the group of sissies. But most opt for the

special intimate discrete service where your panties are only washed by the chosen sissy you select, from the brochure, or your visit. Women are encouraged to come and visit the laundry rooms and see the sissies or your ‘assigned sissy’ at work.

Drinks are of course served by your ‘assigned sissy’ and gifts are often brought for the staff,  the Misses and Sirs who supervise the sissies. Occasionally a small gift might be given to one of the sissies maybe a small card and chocolate fancy but the chocolate will be given to one of the superiors. Often the card might have a vaginal imprint on it, as seems to be the fashion at the moment. Causing all the sissies to blush hotly.

The visits are seen as good word of mouth advertising for the luxury service, but also a very good advertisement for the lifestyle itself. Often the visiting Lady might be accompanied by Her lover or  husband. And sometimes the man will be anxious and unsettled

by the sissies, and the Ladies interaction with  them. The curious but soft casual dominance, not seen before. Or some Real Men, might very much enjoy the visit and sissy might be taken aside for fellatio. A treat for Him on what He might have expected to be a tedious visit. And a somewhat of a little treat for sissy too. so much more appropriate than a chocolate fancy.

“Something for you to think about when you are washing my silk panties sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Who is taking them off me for sex, real sex.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

And you will think about as you are washing Her panties, imagining Her how lovely and sexy She was and Sir how big He was and how much He enjoyed the BJ. Sissies are renowned for fantastic fellatio. Imagining you might be able to feel or smell a trace of Him in Her panties as you wash them.

Of course for the new sissies, unless they have been cuckolded outside Femtopia this will be the first

experience of washing a Real Mans cum out of a Ladies panties. but when we are in domestic and intimate service properly, this is a regular occurrence. As is washing Mistresses   sex soiled negligees and nightwear. The sticky silk sheets that must be hand laundered and ironed after each and every  night of passionate sex.

The Misses do enjoy teasing the sissies with this pantie changing chore. And apparently also tormenting their own domestic sissies, by teasing them how one of the sissies at the hotel has washed Her panties for Her. We do get very jealous over petty little things because they mean so much to us.

Although the resort hotels are mainly for the male guests, acting like brothels with bed and breakfast, B&B and a BJ.  The Misses who work here supervising the chambermaids and training the new sissies  also like to tease us how, keeping us under perfect discipline makes them get very aroused sometimes. So much so that they might decide on a masturbation break. But also when they go home their own sissies get a good hard pegging. It is very sweet because their housemaids get so sexually excited expecting their Mistress to arrive home, only to instantly burst that bubble by telling, sending her to fetch the strap on.

Although we love the intimacy of Mistress penetrating us, and feeling Her orgasm while She is deep inside us. The physical act of anal penetration is always distressing and humiliating for sissies. And deeply, helplessly frustrating. Not least because the strap on massages the sissies prostate g-spot relentless and vigorously, making us feel like we are about to massively squirt or wet ourselves imminently, but we are unable to do either. But mainly feeling Mistress orgasm massively , or Master cum explosively, knowing they don’t care that you will not be allowed to release. Rather they do care and it adds to their enjoyment.

“Isn’t it lovely image my housemaid, busy at her little chores waiting for me to come home.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Then breathlessly hurrying to fetch my favourite toy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And of course if she doest fetch my cock quickly enough she can fetch the house crop too.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“The fright in her eyes fetching the strap on, turning to alarm at fetching the whip.”

“It is so sweet and makes me instantly much wetter.”

“Seeing her on her knees her trembling fingers, trying not to fumble with the harness straps, the massive silicon cock in her face as she fumbles prettily with the straps.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Then watching her lube the full length and silicon glans, at first delicately, but then liberally, till it glistens and makes wet slurping sounds under her fingers.”

“The  wet sounds reminds her when before panties and chastity she might have masturbated or fapped, whenever she was feeling naughty, but now never again, even though all sissies cling on to that desperate futile hope.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“If you were my sissy with that cute ass, I think I would send you for the strap on regularly, wouldn’t that be lovely sissy ?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And my crop too, I think, I would enjoy watching you wiggle and mince numb with fright”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Quite lovely, well lovely for me at least sissy.” She laughed

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsy smoothing my apron down prettily afterwards as She watches.

Because the new sissies are nearly always unowned they are also open for sexual use by the Misses.

Until that day, when we are auctioned or selected by our new Mistress. It isn’t really an auction but it feel like it. And the Mistresses inspect us at their leisure and intimately too. often putting on very sexy looking latex gloves, sometimes leather gloves and sometimes just warm bare flesh to probe and fondle us, examining and appreciating  us as we lift our skirts so they can lower our panties and squeeze our chastity, pat us firmly on the bottom, watching us squirm and blush on the plugs.

The prospective Mistresses always seem to dress up for these occasions, elegant and glamorously sexy,  incredibly even more so than the fabulously fashionable Misses who supervise us. The Mistresses are often accompanied by very hunky Real Men. Sometimes their lovers or husbands, wishing to inspect the prospective new housemaid. Or just to watch and enjoy the show. They might take one or two of the maids to a side room while the Mistresses sit and discuss and otherwise consider their purchases. 

Although this is generally one of the more experienced maids who is not up for auction. As the Mistresses don’t usually want to examine a new maid, when She is sticky and flushed from serving Sir.   The maids being considered are left standing facing the Mistresses or facing the wall. You might consider it to be a break from the constant bustle of the hotels housework, but it feels very claustrophobic facing the wall, standing perfectly still, nose, chastity, & tips of your toes touching the wall. And if you are fortunate enough yet, the nipples of your budding swelling sissy breasts.

This is one thing that surprises nearly all new sissies when they enter Femtopia. Most expect that the Lady, be it wife, girlfriend, who persuaded you to become a Femtopia resident  or just a concerned female friend who teased you into going on the ‘short vacation tour’. We all expect that Lady to be our owner in Femtopia but that isn’t usually the case.

I had been sent to Femtopia by my Mistress in the vanilla world but She hadn’t  told me that She wouldn’t be coming, that  still had lots of other matters to attend to outside Femtopia. And that She had another newer sissymaid to break in and train.  So the first time I realized this was when we were being processed in the training hotel in Femtopia. I didn’t have time to be upset, heartbroken as I was, because I was given the very strong sedative, along with the huge dosage of estrogen and treatments, along with the other sissies. The sedatives that meant we spent the next week or 2 weeks in bed in a woozy haze as the treatments and hormones did their work. I was already on very strong hormones but this new regime of ‘potions & serums’ as the Misses often mysteriously referred to them, were incredibly powerful.

When we more steady and less woozy, we  were all lined up and given chambermaids uniforms to start

our work and training. Needless to say we were all in chastity and plugged. Some of the other new sissies were shocked and upset to see how much they were reduced physical stature, all just under 5’5 now, and very slender, willowy even. But with soft curves and budding breasts enhancing our slim soft bodies. Our little clitties also tiny and soft, our cherries so small now. Of course my body  had already like that for some time, but even so I was taken aback, intimidated by the seeming finality of the change.

A couple of the Misses who inspected us took me and 2 of the other maids to one side. We had served them coffee while the smoked and looked us over a bit more. But the real reason was that all 3 of us maids had been fully sissified and owned privately  outside Femtopia, and all of us were clearly still disorientated and upset by losing, or rather discarded by their old Mistresses.

There were 10 of us in this new intake but the other 7 had either only had soft fantasies about feminization or bedroom play before being sent cajoled tricked into coming to Femtopia.

The Misses weren’t mean or cruel about us 3 in any way all all. One had patted my bottom and told me what a lovely curtsy I had. Then told me not to worry ‘a pretty sissy like you will soon find a nice strict new Mistress’. She had patted my bottom again, and I felt mollified, especially when She allowed my to kneel and kiss Her bottom through Her leather miniskirt. I wasn’t so sure about the ‘strict new Mistress’ part, but I still felt very comforted.

And also because all 3 of us were still feeling disorientated and confused, the Misses would be extra strict with us to make us feel at home.

I or should I say we had curtsied again and thanked the Misses, actually feeling comforted and thankful too. despite the amused twinkle in the Misses eyes.

When the training had started I was also rather intimidated to find the trainers were not just the Misses but Real Men too, I had never experienced forced bi or male domination before, except a little light teasing from Mistresses lovers, which often felt awkward for both Him and me. 

But the Real Men here were very dominant and confident, and intimidating physically, I felt very small and pathetically effeminate when serving or being overseen &  instructed by them. And then being put over His knee to be punished and spanked, felt so gay but not in an equal way but a feeble sissy way. and obviously then being spanked as foreplay to fellatio.

The Misses did keep to their promise and were very strict with us, but in truth they seemed to be very strict with all of us. I was spanked on my first day, by one of the Men , and caned later that afternoon, for not smiling prettily enough.

The cane seemed to hurt much more in the Misses hands then those of Mistresses, but I’m guessing I

wasn’t taken into account to new treatments and hormones, nor the fact that it was these Ladies jobs to supervise sissies and punish any errant naughtiness. I dreaded the crop in their hands but all sissies dread both the canes and the awful crop terribly.

Being spanked by the Sirs or Master as you must call Him when you are being punished, or whenever else He deems it appropriate, was very sexually humiliating, especially knowing He could feel you tiny chastity pressing into His strong legs as He held you down over His lap & punished you.

I was very distressed and confused when the next time I was spanked it was thankfully in one of the side rooms, and another more experienced chambermaid came with myself and Master. She wasn’t spanked but I was and then She guided me in performing fellatio for Master. Kissing and licking His balls and shaft then sucking and bobbing my lips and mouth around and up and down on His swollen glans. Although after His spurt of precum, which seemed so much bigger than any full squirt of cum I had ever produced. He took charge and pushed His massive cock deep into my mouth and throat, so His swollen full balls were on my chin as I gagged and spluttered, trying in vain to overcome my gag reflex. Later the more experienced sissy told me I had done well, and sissies were never allowed to learn techniques to overcome the gagging as  most of the Masters enjoy it too much. He came so massively in my mouth and all over my face, that I was then gagging and choking on His thick slimy cum, waiting for His permission to swallow. He also had the other chambermaid kneel who I thought as I glanced in panic at her,  as if she would be any way able to help me, was looking rather jealous, as He had pumped strongly into my mouth. Then He gave her a spurt in her mouth too, and I was surprised and shamed to feel I was jealous too.

She was allowed to swallow quickly though and to serve Him a post fellatio drink, while I waited desperate to swallow. His cum tasting and smelling so strongly. Then after He gave me permission it took me three sticky thick gulpls before I could curtsy and thank Him.

“Please Master, did sissy please You Master ?, thank You Master.” I found myself sobbing blurting, so helplessly needy for His approval.

He didn’t reply to this just sipped His drink, then simply told me.

“You may return to your housework now sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I was in tears as I curtsied.

“Eyes down sissy.” He told me curtly slapping my bottom                     

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I  curtsied again before leaving the room.

“You may stay chambermaid.” He told the other sissy

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” She curtsied.

It didn’t really take much wondering why He wanted her to stay but I wondered and wondered quite jealously too. it seems odd that sissies are for so sensual and intimate service yet so naïve and innocent too but the hormones keep us in that state. I remember always being embarrassed and scandalized like a 1950’s housewife, each and every time, being told to go and fetch the strap on, or things  like washing Her lovers  cum from Mistresses panties

Later though when she emerged from the room looking very pink and flushed, with Him looking rather pleased with himself as He slapped her bottom in dismissal too, She was also very tearful and came over and hugged me tightly.

We worked together for the rest of the morning and She told me that I had done well, He had seemed pleased that I had squelched up and down on my plug as I  sucked Him, without being told to. I hadn’t realized I had been doing so, it was something Mistress had insisted on when performing cunnilingus, squelching on my plug in rhythm to the strokes of my tongue so intimately.

Also that  I had instinctively not swallowed any of His cum, until given permission to. Some maids even try to spit, or splutter the first time she told me scandalized at such naughtiness. I didn’t dare think how such a  naughty maid might be punished for that but She told me anyway with fright in Her eyes about the tawse the Masters favoured over the crop for when more serious punishment is deemed necessary.

“You will make a good BJ maid.”

“Ohh…”

“The Masters will be very pleased with you.”

I was dismayed but pleased too, did I want the Masters to be pleased with my oral service. But of course

I did, I wanted to give the best BJ I could, better than all the other sissies too. Still nearly in tears I told her that even though I had swallowed and thoroughly cleaned my face and uniform, I was still overwhelmed by the thick taste and smell of Him. She whispered that is very normal and will linger till the next Man wants to use your mouth. She wiggled slightly as she told me this and blushed and I realized that she had what is called ‘sticky panties’. She was such a shamed hussy, and in spite of everything  I realized that I was hotly envious, which made me feel shamed too. She looked at me knowing what I was thinking and how conflicted it made us both feel then curtsied and kissed me. I wasn’t very used to other sissies but I curtsied to her and kissed her back  too and we hugged and squeezed each other tightly before hurrying back to the housework.

At just this point one of the Misses strode past and swiped both our rears with a criss cross of the cane.

We both squealed in pain and curtsied together.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Get on with your housework, and stop thinking about the Real Men and their cocks.”

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

She moved on chuckling with amusement, leaving the  waxy smell of Her arousal in the air.

Despite the stinging on my rear thighs I just had to press my thighs together for a moment. The other maid smiled and whispered.

“Are you thinking about Him or Her.”

  I blushed, confused and embarrassed. She kissed me,  full on the lips again  and pressed Her own thighs together, then we hurriedly continued with the chores.

New maids, well new to Femtopia at least, were open for use by the Ladies and the Misses too. and the next morning I was called in to the Mistresses rest lounge. there were three Misses drinking coffee and a maid over the bench in cuffs and strapped down, besides Her were three harnesses and massive strap ons. Actually they were not so massive average really at between 10” and 12” but sissies always see, cocks silicon or real, as very large and intimidating.

I served more coffee, the Misses didn’t seem to be any hurry. The Misses never did any work apart from

to supervise the constantly breathless and hurried  chambermaids anyway.

The sissy was temporarily removed from the bench so She could attach the strap on harness for the Misses and to lube them. The straps ons were the usual Femtopia type that had a textured section, or rabbit, for the Misses enjoyment. Mistress used to tell me the feedback on Her clitoris  felt fantastic as She penetrated me and I my spasms of helpless resistance and distress, were so delightful.

The sissy had never been pegged before, or used anally before. Some of the sissies had never been kept plugged until the entered Femtopia. She was distraught as she coated  the phalluses with lube. Lube that would make entering her feel even slippier, but fantastically tight at the same time.

The Misses were enjoying themselves. Sissies ass was too lovely and tight not to want to ruin it, they laughed. I must have  squirmed anxiously as one of the Misses lifted the hem of my dress and squeezed my bottom. They all do She laughed.

Sissy was cuffed again and put back over the  bench, I was told to remove her panties. even though we are not real girls and our panties are generally clean and dry. The very glossy satin fabric always makes them feel hot and wet.

One of the Misses stepped behind the sissy and started to spread her buttocks, removing the plug from sissies ass.

“Please Miss, please Miss don’t do this, I wanted it to be so special, my first time with my Mistress.”

“Oh do stop whimpering sissy, it is always ‘special’ deflowering or ruining a sissy for the first time.” Miss laughed as She started to enter sissy.

Sissy was sobbing and pleading “Is it in yet Miss, it feels so big.”

“Its not even near halfway yet, do moan quietly sissy.” Miss laughed taking the panties from my trembling fingers and stuffing them into the sissies mouth to muffle her.

The other two Misses watched casually as the first Lady entered sissy fully now and started to rigorously fuck sissy. Miss was panting and gasping with exertion and excitement, sissy was panting and gasping too into the pantie gag.

With a long moan Miss started to orgasm, pumping furiously now, then collapsing into sissies back panting and beaming happily. Then pulling out and letting the next Miss take her place, She sat down on the couch.

“Coffee sissy.” She told me

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

“And a small glass of orange juice, I am quite thirsty now.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She took the drinks and lit a cigarette watching me curtsy.

“Well I suppose that was quite ‘special’.” She said as the other Miss picked up Her tempo

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Don’t look so worried or is it jealousy?, I’m sure it will be very ‘special’ for you too.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“When one of the Men decides to open that equally cute little ass of yours sissy.”

I couldn’t help myself but burst into tears, She smiled and patted my bottom, soothingly but warningly.

“Do settle down sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied and smoothed my apron

“Such a demure and pretty curtsy, I’m almost tempted to ruin you myself right now.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“But that would spoil the Sirs fun now wouldn’t it.”

She knew I had previously been a sissy so had been pegged by my Mistress frequently, but never been used by a Real Man.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“But I’m sure it will be special or enjoyable for Him.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

The second Miss was quite loud in Her  orgasm. It made me squirm and blush, She was flushed as She

sat down also wanting orange juice and coffee. She pulled me a little closer patted my bottom, quite affectionately. The Ladies do find pegging to be naturally very intimate.

When the 3^rd  Miss had climaxed also loudly and very satisfied, I was told to uncuff sissy. The 3^rd Miss had already replugged her ass of course. I ungagged her too and she was told to put  to kneel and remove the strap ons and harness for the Misses, cleaning the massive implacable silicon cocks with her panties and licking the shaft  clean. Then she was allowed to put Her panties back on and to curtsy and thank the Misses.

“See that was special, want it sissy?” The first Miss pulled sissy close and patted Her bottom almost possessively

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“For me at least.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Run along back to your housework now sissy.” She was told.

I could see her almost bursting into tears as she curtsied.

“You may stay sissy.” I was told

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“First you may clean that bench and the mess, open the patio door let some of the sex smell out.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

The door opened discretely to one side of the pool, there was an infinity pool on  the highest floor too, there were already a couple of guests enjoying the water, it was yet another glorious warm day, though very sticky and humid for the maids.

The leather bench was sticky from the lube and the Misses sexual juices, I couldn’t help but get excited at the slick feel. The Misses paid me no mind however. I was to bring them fresh dry panties and to put them on for the misses. they had been sitting there al fresco or au natural as the other sissy had cleaned them and the strap on cocks.

This was the first time I was permitted to look up, while performing this intimate service, and confirmed what I thought already. The first Miss was the Miss who had given me and the other chambermaid lashes after my first ever BJ on a Real Man, yesterday. She didn’t want panties yet though and the other 2 Misses got up and left. I was allowed to curtsy and kneel and kiss their bottoms.

Miss told me to come and kneel between Her thighs as She lifted the hem of Her leather mini skirt, it was very fashionable and gloss red.

“Oh I’m sorry sissy, were you a little thirsty too?” She smiled

“Open your mouth.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She peed straight down my throat. The Misses keep bottles of their pee for us to drink. But this was very intimate and I had only done this with Mistress previously.

“Now lets see how ‘special’ that pretty little tongue can be sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered as She pulled me close to Her wetness.

After Her orgasm, I was instructed to bring Her fresh panties, and to hand wash the discarded pairs from all three Misses  there were several other pairs too.

Miss just sat back and watched me, or should I say half watched me as She was playing with Her phone.

“You may hurry back to your little chores now sissy.” She told me as I pegged up all the lovely silk panties up to dry hanging in the air.

I so wanted to linger to be close to Her and cling to Her, ask Her if I had pleased Her? But I didn’t dare.

“Eyes down sissy.” She told me, my eyes were of course down already,  but just reminding me that I was just another sissy chambermaid, not special.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” The tears were welling in my eyes as I hurried away.

It was still before lunchtime and there was lots of chores to be done before ten , and the experienced chambermaids went off to serve lunch to the guests, were not allowed to do that yet. We just carried on with cleaning and our other duties. Although were allowed to sit down for 10 minutes and have our lunch, half a cucumber sandwich on plain unbuttered white bread, with crusts cut off, and a small glass of pee each. For breakfast we would have plain toast and a cup of very weak, very milky and sweet tea. And for our evening meal half a cucumber sandwich again. Sissies are never allowed to eat very much, we must always watch our figures. The hormones and treatments were full of supplements  to keep us healthy. But we didn’t know this of course. It was as always quite maddening as the tiny room where we sat to eat was just next to the kitchen with all the delicious smells wafting from there.

That afternoon I was spanked before fellatio again but it was just me and the Master that time. And the maid who had been pegged earlier, was mincing about very gingerly. A pegging always made you feel so delicate and tender. She was taken by one of the Men into  a side room and was mincing even more delicately afterwards. she spotted me as she returned to her chores and rushed over to give me a hug, or rather for me to squeeze and hug her tightly.

Miss came over and it was the same Miss came over and gave us both a swift criss cross on our thighs to hurry us along.

The next day I was taken into one of the rooms for a BJ I thought, but then Master had bent me over and peeled down my panties to fuck me. There was no need for an experienced  maid to guide me for His enjoyment. He took complete charge, keeping me in the cuffs, as was usual and gagging me with my panties. as I squirmed and moaned, my struggles only made Him more forceful. After He had cum I knelt and licked Him clean, I felt so used and shamed, but I so wanted to cling to Him, to sit on His lap for  a moment, instead of kneeling licking and sucking His still rather large cock clean.

“Master, please Master did sissy please You, thank you Master.”

“Eyes down sissy.” He told me.

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I wept, but I thought I noted a tone of satisfaction in His voice, or did I just imagine it.

As He sent me back to my chores the more experienced maid came over and hugged me as did the new maid from yesterday. With embarrassment I noticed the wet little squelch of sticky panties from myself and all of us.

Miss came over and told us to hurry back to work, but no cane this time.

“I knew you would be a good girl for Master.” She told me

 “Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“The other Master will also want to see what a good girl you are sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”  I whispered frightened

“And you can come and see me later sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

I did get myself rather excited about that, but it was just to iron several pairs of the Misses panties, while She idly chatted with another Miss, before sending me back dreadfully disappointed to my chores and training.

After that first week or was it a fortnight, or longer even. It is very difficult for sissies to keep track of time as nearly every days housework is the same as all the other days and the Stepford treatments keep us illiterate and innumerate. After induction so to speak we were put to work with the other chambermaids, serving the guest and earning our keep and lots of tips for the Misses and the hotel owners.

The other chambermaids usually being boarded or kenneled while their owners were on vacation, were a little envious of us because we could also serve the Misses  and the Lady  guests sexually. But we were equally if not more so envious of them, having their own Mistress to please and long for and eventually to go home to their service. We new girls did so ache to be owned eventually, and the Lady guests did comment that it did add a certain enjoyable  piquancy to our intimate service.

Eventually we were all selected though and taken home into domestic service. I became part of a household of 5 chastity maids serving both Mistress and Her husband, my Master of course. He was very strict with us and often sent us for the tawse, but also when He arrived home from the office, usually before Mistress, He would often allow us to crowd round Him begging prettily to serve Him. If only to bring Him a stiff drink, but also His welcome home BJ. The other maids would be so disappointed being sent back to our chores while the lucky sissy got to kneel so perfectly for Him. Of course He would tease us and sometimes select one maid to fetch Him  a drink and then another to open His trousers. Both would be spanked though. And of course the privilege  of one of waking Him with our mouths, and then serving Him breakfast with your mouth still full of His cum, He wouldn’t let you swallow until He had finished showering and enjoyed His breakfast. It was so lovely to swallow though, as He would sit you on His lap, then after you swallowed He would push you down on your knees so you could polish His shoes with your panties, while He enjoyed a final coffee and smoke before setting off.

And of my previous Mistress. She did come to visit once. Not me of course but my current Mistress.

“Oh what a surprise, and a little treat for you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She turned away from me and to my new Mistress. “I do admire that you have trained and shaped her to your needs so well.”

“Well the cane and the crop help with that.” My Mistress smiled, accepting but also slightly deflecting the compliment.

“Yes they do don’t they for all the pretty little chastity housemaids in Femtopia.”

I suddenly had this vision of all the grand and luxury houses of Femtopia, and all the sissies breathlessly busy with housework, trying to not glance over our shoulders at the cane always so prominent if not in the room but in our heads.                       

“You may hurry back to your chores now sissy,”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I curtsied, then curtsied to my former Mistress

“Yes Miss, so lovely to see you again Miss, thank You Miss.”

She didn’t bother to acknowledge or reply. Why should She I was just the housemaid.

Sometimes after when I have served Mistress or Master intimately and thanked them. They tell me “The pleasure was all mine, sissy.” Patting my bottom if they are feeling generous or indulgent.

Thank you Mistress and Master curtsy xx