Alternative Conversation in the Rest Room with Miss

 

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

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

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

the whiff of tobacco smoke.

“More coffee sissy.” I was told.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wipe and dry me sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” 

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

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

Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” 

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

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled at my almost imperceptible wince.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Miss, no Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miss reaches out and pats my bottom.

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

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

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

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

She laughed and patted my bottom again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

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

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

Deliciously for Him She meant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

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

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hung up with butterfly clips to air dry.

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

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

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

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

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

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

It was going to be a busy afternoon.

 

 

 

  

 

 

  

  

 

 

            

 

 

     

    

 

           

 

 

 

 

Returning Home to Mistresses Service

 

After the vacation

I was going home today. I hadn’t been told of course, but like all the maids with every and every little change in our routine we hoped that today was the day. The morning had started normally enough, I was tasked with serving the two house Misses their cooked breakfast, as they supervised us. Which meant my slice of toast and in any case lukewarm tea, were both  quite tepid when I was allowed to eat. One of the Misses took pity on me and gave me a glass of Her fresh pee to drink, instead of the tea. It was very important that we ate our slice of toast, as even though it was thin plain white, unbuttered, the small slice was laced with all the vitamins and supplements we needed to start our day, & of course before we  started our chores.

On occasion the Miss might have scraped a piece of Her toast down and fed that to me. But this wasn’t

really allowed no matter how thoroughly scraped, as it was still too savory & didn’t contain the required supplements. Also sometimes if a Master was feeling indulgent He might perch us on His lap or knee and feed us a tidbit from His fingers. They have tiny soft & fragile cakes full of plain thick cream, to feed us if they want. The cake almost instantly bursts in out mouths. I know it seems silly but I still haven’t properly realized that the Masters and Misses never eat these sticky little cakes themselves,

And this morning I wasn’t on polishing shoes duty, instead I was on my hands and knees cleaning and polishing the hard wooden floor tiles. We were provided small cushions for this duty, not so much for our comfort, as to save our stockings, plus no-one likes to see a maid with bruised knees. Well some might but that was considered to be rather vulgar. It was a laborious chore and very hard on my soft fingers, we weren’t allowed to develop, thick skin or calluses no matter how hard the chore. Sissy must have soft delicate fingers. Also we had to be especially careful not to damage or scuff the lacquer of our pretty squared oval nail manicure. We worked in pairs and we had to keeps our bottoms in the air & swing them 

prettily together as we scrubbed and polished. If we were not in sync, a criss cross with the crop soon made sure that we were. Or worse both of might be put in cuffs and made to polish the floor with panties in our mouth.

This morning though neither I nor my partner tasted the crop. Two maids behind us in the hall were which made us in the hall all desperately frightened as we heard the stinging crack of the lashes and squeals of pain. We heard the lashes in quick succession but for the maids being punished time would hang for a very long moment in between lashes. The second and any subsequent lashes would always cross the welt of the preceding lash.

I was gasping with fright & trying to keep my bottom in the air and swinging my exposed bottom prettily too made me feel like I was about to wet myself & terribly vulnerable, but looked very winsome as was the intention. 

In some hotels the maids were belled, and I am told this will be for us next time. Because the chastity

tubes for sissies who had not been gelded yet and the chastity button  for snipped sissies like me, always keeps us pointing down and rearward, the tiny bell is attached to the end of  the chastity device, and rings out with every movement.

This is similar to the slavegirls in our stories who are belled with tiny lovely bells on their pierced clitoris. They are also often are coined, with a pretty but worthless tiny coin, stamped with her owners mark. Joining the clitoris or nipple bell. Sissies are generally not pierced except for our ears, but the bell does ring  out against our urethral tube.

The belled slavegirls and belled sissies must always make sure their ‘special’  bell rings out prettily and in unison with all the other slaves who are working together. Unless Master or the superior is sleeping in which case sissy must try keep her bell totally silent, or be punished for waking or disturbing the very significant other .       

 

Nor was I waking any of the Masters this morning. That in itself wasn’t unusual as the hotel always likes to keep a ratio of 3-5 maids per guest so the Masters always have a nice selection of fucktoys. Not being chosen made us very desperate and hotly jealous to be chosen, and we might be beaten too, for not being sufficiently pleasing to have been chosen.

But also not being chosen increased the chances of being sent to the glory hole or pillory room for the afternoon. The room had a number of adjustable stocks where a maid could be secured either bent over at the waist, or kneeling in the doggy position, ready for sex. She would be cuffed and hooded in a close fitting leather hood, ready for sex. She would either be left gagged & plugged or special O devices were used to keep her mouth and anus open for use. When not in use an overly large  dildo would be secured in place. In either case the lubes made us still feel incredibly tight for the Masters pleasure if the O ring was used or not. Other maids would be kneeling behind a leather screen with glory holes to clean the Masters after they were satisfied. But in the afternoon there would be a

constant stream of guests, so good tips would be earned. And if you weren’t being penetrated just then you couldn’t help but hear the maid next to you moaning helplessly. 

Neither the maids on the racks or the maids behind the screen were allowed to know who they were serving, or cleaning. So afterwards when you were serving drinks and performing fellatio later you would be constantly wondering if He was one of there Masters who had anonymously enjoyed you earlier.

I had  been in the stocks room a few times this stay and it was as always horrid. Another variation is a group of Men, choosing you as you are serving generally and hooding you and taking you to a private room for a group session. A feature of the auto conditioning also meant that although you performed fellatio before or after they had all enjoyed your ass, you still didn’t know who it was who had fucked you. Also you were very likely to be tasting the tawse before they split your legs for their pleasure.

Afterwards a group session with 4 or 5 men. Let alone a whole afternoon in the stocks, where you might be used 20 times,  you would also feel very

tender for the rest of the day and the next few days too, so had to be extra careful to mince prettily and not too gingerly unless you wanted to feel the hurry crop on your bottom too. The Misses liked to keep your plug fully expanded after a group session, so your delicate mince was even prettier, and this also invited the Masters to slap your bottom as you passed them.

The lubes mean that there is very, very rarely any damage down there and the Masters though often masterful and forceful are not allowed to be overly rough with the sissies. But occasionally a maid may be in some pain as a tear or crack might have developed. She will be given a suppository and sent to bed for the day, and examined by the doctor before being sent back to normal duties. Even though we always protest in our heads  at least that it is still forced bi. None of us like being put on purely domestic duties, as we do enviously crave to serve the Masters. Although some lucky maids might be exclusively serving the female guests

domestically at least. This is very nice, but the female guest is not Mistress, and sissies associate performing domestic service lovingly with foreplay so we do get very aroused. The guests say that is very sweet and do enjoy often gently teasing us, as we attend them.

This morning I was fetching & serving coffee or breakfasts in bed. Hurry and fetching whilst other maids were performing morning fellatio. Being told to face the wall and wait with the heavy serving  tray. While the other maid sucked Master and squelched on Her dildo. I would squelch on my dildo too in sync with Her in synch with Her sucking Master. And I did get a stray spurt, well actually deliberate splash by Him, of fresh cum to swallow. And  a jealous flash of anger from the maid as I squealed in shock and excitement, and curtsied and thanked Master. I was allowed to swallow and thanked Him again flattered that He had found me pretty enough to blow even if only slightly in my face too.

Often outside the room, maids must curtsy and kiss each other, tasting Masters cum still sticky on the lips. Today though I was busy, busy and felt

rushed off my feet. I hadn’t felt the crop early but felt it twice as I hurried about tidying and cleaning rooms, while the guests were at breakfast. Everything had to be spotless and gleaming and all the silk sheets perfectly flawlessly smoothed on the beds. Just like at home, Mistress would cane me if there was even a hint of unevenness never mind a crease. In between rooms I was hurrying back and forth with bundles of the lady guests clothing and nightwear, often still sex soiled as were the discarded sheets.

As I hurried past the open dining room door and saw lots of guests enjoying hearty full cooked breakfasts and delicious smelling coffee. The expansive patio doors were already open to allow the fresh sea breeze, as well as the AC to cool the guests. The smell of cigarettes and the happy chatter. It must be so wonderful to be a Mistress or a Master, here, but I also did love serving them.

I dropped off the beddings in one of the laundry rooms. Then all the underwear nightwear and panties to the special laundry The maids in both rooms were already hard at work. The air in both rooms humid, but the underwear room had that special moist intimate aroma. One of the maids curtsied and gave me a kiss and a cuddle, but quickly hurried back to her pile of laundry. The other maids all curtsied and waved, I

waved back, feeling rather jealous. I liked the special laundry room, and I was frequently assigned there too. I wondered which of the maids would be bent over by the visitors today, if not all of them. And if I was truthful, even though it was frightful and scandalized by the thought I missed the prospect of that too.

As I hurried back to the rooms one of the  Misses stopped me.

“Finish the next room then hurry along to the Rest Lounge.”

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

Was I in trouble ? If I wasn’t to be told to hold my ankles there and then, being sent to the Rest

Lounge where the Misses relaxed, but also administered punishments, meant I might be in for a more serious cropping.

She looked at me as if coldly bemused by my fright “Well Hurry along then sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied and hurried to the next guest room.

Even though the room wasn’t particularly messy, everything still needed to be perfect for the guests. And I was choking with panic as I hurried but everything seemed to be taking so long. Eventually I was finished, in truth it only takes around 10 minutes or less at the speeds we must work, if we don’t wish to be punished, and hurried out of the room and downstairs.

There were 2 other maids already outside the Rest Lounge  next to the door facing the wall. When they

saw me they curtsied and hugged me and we all burst into tears. Then we all quickly faced the wall standing in curtsy cuffs, before any of the Misses came past.

We were left waiting for quite some time and the door was left partially ajar, so we heard a chambermaid being punished for being slow or clumsy with Her chores, and we were all numb with fear listening to Her beating waiting for our turn next.  As She leavers in tears hurrying a tottering on Her heels, we hear the happy relaxed chatter of the Misses in the rest room. Eventually we are called in and we are so frightened now it is difficult to walk prettily but we are always careful to do so.

But we are not to be punished today, in fact we are

going home to our owners today, I am so happy to find out. The Misses watch our expressions with amused disdain, but we are all gushing with happiness.

We are all strip and are given our home uniforms and underwear to put back on. I’m a little surprised that my hemline is shorter but my Mistress has decided that my new hem should be higher, like the chambermaids uniforms. We are given a little locked purse in pink patent leather, that contains our earnings or tips to give to Mistress. Actually it is purely symbolic as nobody carries or uses physical money these days, and a report for Mistress about our behaviour while we have been away so Mistress can punish and correct us a She sees fit.

The two Misses are relaxing on the couch as we curtsy and thank them for ‘looking after us and being

strict with us, so we please the guests properly and perfectly’. The door opens and the chauffeurs both the lovely Lady driver and the very hunky well built Man, come in. There are actually lots of drivers and chauffeurs and the service is very discrete and luxurious for the superiors and very secure for the maids. They lead 5 new chambermaids in behind them and the frightened maids all line up facing the wall.

One of the maids is selected to serve more coffee while the superiors smoke and chat. The male driver fondles her  bottom as she  serve Him and she glances looking down she can see He is semi erect and already very big in His trousers. As He intended He catches her glance and slaps her bottom, one of the Misses rolls Her eyes and the female chauffeur laughs.

“Did you enjoy your little vacation sissy?” She asks  

“Yes Miss, I did Miss, thank You Miss.” She replies with a curtsy

I suddenly remember about a week ago one of Mistresses  friends in the hotel with Her lover, asking me if I was enjoying my little holiday. She is European and has a very sexy accent, She  calls vacations holidays.

The FLR, hotwife sub lifestyle has spread to most of the western world, at least. With gated or select communities everywhere. Now that wealth & ethnic inequality are no longer systemic, select communities have developed, not just by wealth but as the name suggest by interest. And one of  popular communities  with independent & influential if not wealthy women is the sissy FLR lifestyle. There isn’t much public sympathy or legal redress for sissies after the initial contract is signed as consent has been given and can then only be revoked by the superior partner and beneficiary. Within reasonable limits, ie murder, mutilation, torture, permanent body modification, (treatments, hormones and chemical gelding do not count as are technically reversible, if consent is given) sissy is totally subject to her

owners wishes.  

I had been surprised to see Her and curtsied sweetly of course

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

“I can see that you are being kept very busy and occupied sissy.”

I was hurrying back and forth with stacks of dirty glasses and plates, and bringing fresh drinks and food to the guests, we can be very busy in the afternoons, plus I had just been in one of the little rooms with one of the Sirs for the third time this afternoon.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Have you met *******’s sissy ***** ?” (** indicate the superiors name that I am not allowed to use) She asked Her lover by met She implied had I served Him sexually at Mistresses house or here.

“No I don’t believe I’ve had that pleasure.”

“Oh you must, maybe later when I’m at the beach or beauty spar, all the maids here are very good with their mouths, and you know ****** (meaning my Mistress) insists Her sissy is trained to perfection.”

My Mistress was very competitive,  on the app making sure Her male guests and visitors rated Her and my hospitality highly.

“I know you will be a good maid for my Sir wont you sissy.” She said patting my bottom, indicating anal would be enjoyable fort Sir too.

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

“But you can run along for now sissy, He is all mine for now and we want to relax.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied hurrying back to my chores.

But the other thing that stuck in my mind was when I was serving a couple in the lounge with another maid. And the Mistress had stopped her and said.

“Oh look who it is, I almost didn’t recognize you for a moment sissy, what name have they given you here?” She said looking at the name tag on Her ruffled maids choker collar.

“Candi, how trivial & lovely, is that because you love licking or swallowing candi ?”

“Yes Miss, I suppose it might be both Miss thank You Miss.”

I could she was almost about to burst into tears already.

“Look who it is dear, do you remember my ex husband?” She said laughing to Her lover.
He was the lawyer who She had first cucked him with and cajoled and tricked  him into signing over everything, all the business and money, and   including her sissy self to his wife. Although it might have been the deception before the cucking, it didn’t really matter now. The wife had sissified him and made him Her chastity maid. But  also long since become bored of sissy and transferred her service to another owner.

“Oh yes so it is.” The Man had laughed squeezing sissies bottom, He was a big Man and had very big

hands, I wouldn’t have liked to be spanked by Him.

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

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

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

One of the Misses had taken her away to be punished. The door to the room had been left half open either neglectfully or intentionally so we could hear her beating. Six paced loud wet thwacks, the awful wet sound the leather of the special crop (special because it was reserved for special punishment) on sissies bare flesh, then another six, and sissy was ungagged and then sobbing and blubbering made to iterate and apologies for Her naughtiness in between a admonitory lashes.

“Is it proper for sissies to burst into tears in front of our guests sissy?” Thwack

“Yes Miss, no Miss, not at all Miss, sorry Miss, please don’t beat me again Miss thank You Miss.” Another horrible thwack and squeal of misery and pain.

“Is it proper for you to disturb our guests with your insignificant and trivial feelings and emotions, sissy?” Thwack

“Yes Miss, no Miss, it is not Miss, not at all Miss, sorry Miss, please don’t hit me again Miss thank, You Miss.” Another blow and squeal of pain

“What are you here for sissy?” Thwack.

“Yes Miss, to please the guests Miss, please Miss I have learned my lesson Miss, please don’t hit me again Miss, thank You Miss.” Thwack, each blow crossing and exacerbating the subcutaneous wealing.

“And what do you want to do sissy ?.” Thwack.

“Yes Miss, to please the guests Miss, Miss, please don’t hit me again Miss, thank You Miss.” Thwack.

“And how should a good sissy chambermaid serve the guests sissy?” Thwack.

“Yes Miss, please Miss a good chambermaid should serve submissively and obediently, prettily and self effacingly Miss.” Sobbing “Please don’t hit me again Miss, Thank you Miss.” Thwack.

“And have you learned your lesson sissy?” Thwack.

“Yes Miss I have Miss, I have learned my lesson Miss, please Miss, thank You Miss.” Thwack.

“Have you sissy?” Thwack “or will I need to repeat the lesson all over again sissy?” Thwack.

“Very well sissy, your contrition is acceptable sissy.” Thwack.

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss, thank You for punishing me Miss and for being so strict with me Miss.” Thwack

“Not at all sissy, sometimes a well punished maid, obedient maid is a pleasure in itself.” Thwack “You may return to your duties now sissy.” Thwack

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” The maid sobbed.

We had all listened appalled and utterly terrified, we had all been beaten like that in the past and knew we were subject to such an awful but deserved punishment if we displeased our superiors, and hearing another maid punished so severely, even though she was a rival and deserved to be punished, was horrible, we were all numb with fear and engulfed with empathy for her too.

When the maid emerged from the room followed by the Miss, the guest all applauded the Miss loudly and enthusiastically. Sissy was scarlet with shame and humiliation when She returned to serve the couple, mincing very  delicately    

 She had curtsied and apologized to her ex wife and the lover.

“That’s much more acceptable sissy, i know you sissies are very emotional creatures. I suppose a little outburst from time to time can be expected and dealt with accordingly.”

 The ex wife had said indicating the redness of sissies rump.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss. Yes Master, thank You Master.” Sissy had curtsied.

The Man had a short time later led sissy to one of the small rooms and thoroughly enjoyed her oral and anal service, although anal service is more just being cuffed and bent over. For old times sake.

When Master and the sissy had  returned the Mistress had dismissed sissy coldly after sissy had served fresh drinks. Revenge can be sweet for the wife, on an unsatisfactory, unfaithful, or just boring husband, in these FLR times.

And also slightly later in the afternoon when the Mistress had decided to have a sauna and massage the lover and lawyer had called me and the sissy to serve Him intimately. He took put us both in cuffs and led us to one of the small side rooms. The room stank of sex and fear and I realized this was the room where He had taken sissy earlier for fellatio and anal and the room where sissy had been punished earlier, He had asked for room deliberately and not had it aired, as He sat down the intelligent AC followed His shape  around but not ours.

He sat back  on the large Chesterfield armchair, watching and smiled smugly as sissy brought Him a whisky with a very  obedient curtsy. I curtsied too and He patted my bottom.

“I don’t think we have finished our little catch up. Have we sissy”

She sounded hesitant at first but then replied

“Yes Master, no Master we haven’t Master, thank You Master.” with another curtsy.

“But your little fellow chambermaid has caught my eye, somewhat.” He said patting my bottom.

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied simpering.

“Do you swallow as prettily and obediently as my former associate?” He asked me patting the other maids bottom.

“Yes Master, this maid hopes so Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied

He smiled at the use of 3^rd person speech, this was a relatively new imposition on sissy maids. To mnemonically reinforce our inferior status as objects, or objects in service  rather being persons.   

“That is very pretty affectation for little fucktoys like you sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Get over my lap sissy I think that little bottom deserves a spanking for teasing me with all that squelching earlier.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied then obeyed, He locked me in the pink leather sex cuffs. He snapped His fingers for the other maid to remove Her panties, so He could gag me with them.

“A little taste of what is to come or cum sissy.”

“MMmmff”

“You may face the wall till I need you.” He told the other chambermaid, slapping her now bare bottom.

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

His hands were indeed very big and hard, and the way He held them very flat and effective, almost like a paddle. I was sobbing after the first slap, and the other maid was too. As well as Her beating from Miss earlier He had spanked Her before His blow job too.

“That’s better isn’t it maid, a nice spanking always puts a maid firmly in her place, I find.”  

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whimpered sobbing kneeling in front of Him now.

“Another whisky maid, then you may kneel too.”

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

“Kiss her red bottom then pull her panties up and put yours back on.” He said indicating my red rump, He had lowered my panties for my spanking. After She had finished He reached down and cuffed her too & snapped the elastic our panties against our bottoms, I was sore and She was very sore. Although the only evidence of Her punishment was a pink puffiness, the hidden sensations of bruising and welts were evident in her movements. Especially to me I winced as she winced, but we were careful to always be pretty.

“Two pretty fucktoys or sucktoys to chat with, it is so good to be a real Man and not a sissy.” He said opening His trousers

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

In truth He wasn’t that big for one of the Sirs or Masters, maybe 9” but to us real Men always seemed so huge.

“I think you may kiss and lick me while we chat, it will be a nice taste for you wont it, and a nice reminiscence  for you, wont is sissy.” He said to the other sissy.

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” She whispered kissing His shaft just above His right ball as I did the same on the left, up and down His shaft and licking and sucking His balls in unison.

He seemed to enjoy telling me and recounting to the other maid. How He and Mistress had become

bored of Her husband of quite a few years. He did nothing particularly wrong, but in that way women can store up small annoyances and   resentments and then abruptly switch from love to rejection. She had started to have an affair with His very handsome and manly associate, the lawyer. In fact the lawyer had struggled to keep a straight face when His friend confided in Him that there may be something wrong with the marriage, and then another time that he was worried She was having an affair, the lawyer had, had a pair of Her panties in His pocket during this conversation. But there were several such conversations  and he was getting rather emotional and sometimes tearful. All the while the lawyer was helping his wife secure all His property, assets and the business He had founded with the lawyer. But She had decided that rather than just divorce him She would have some final enjoyment and satisfaction by reducing him to a sissy in chastity too. Initially She thought it would be just a little play before discarding Him penniless from the house and relationship. But then She found She rather enjoyed having a very obedient maid who was also very desperate to perform cunnilingus while was in chastity. The final humiliation, after corporal punishment, pegging and milking in chastity was cuckolding Him with the lawyer and then force-bi with the lawyer and  groups of his former friends on several occasions after he now she was suitable feminized. Eventually she had bored of this as well and had transferred His ownership or service as its legally referred as, to another much stricter Mistress who had Her eye on the now pretty maid. But this was a few years ago now.

“Wasn’t it sissy, and now  you are fully effeminized aren’t you.” He said looking down at both of our swelling cleavages as we kissed and licked Him.

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

“You may take turns sucking me now, and tit massaging me  sissies.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” We whispered wrapping our pert breasts around His shaft and massaging it up and down while the other maid sucked, then swapping places. He splashed precum in our faces, then deep throated us in turn. He started to cum in my mouth first, erupting massively, then switched to Her mouth filling both our mouths and splashing in our faces too. Although auto conditioning makes it seem like the Masters cum a lot more than they really do, they also use enhancement drinks so they can cum a lot and frequently too. I’m told it makes sex so much more satisfying for them too.

He uncuffed the other maid so she could fetch Him another whisky then cuffed her again.

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

“Mmmff” we still hadn’t been given permission to swallow. He lit a cigarette actually it was a cannabis leaf cigarette with tobacco for burn quality and extra flavour, and sipped His whisky, looking down on us.

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

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

“I used to enjoy seeing you squirming in your tiny chastity cage, waiting obediently to swallow and thank me.” He told the maid, She bobbed Her head.

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

We bobbed our heads

“But it is also much cuter seeing you this way, properly snipped and sissified, especially as it makes you so much more desperate to give what you cannot ever have.”

We bobbed our heads again.

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

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

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

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

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

We bobbed our heads quite desperate now.

“Such pretty bobs reminds of how you bob your heads around my cock. So very well you may swallow.”

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

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

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

While He watched we kissed fully on the lips, we were still in the cuffs.

“Thank you maid for pleasing Master, I hope He was pleased with your service as I hope He was with my service.” We both said together in between kisses.

He reached out to the side of His chair and picked up the tawse holding it to our lips to kiss.

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

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

“I think two pretty maids need some corrective discipline, for teasing me so with those tight little peaches.”

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

The tawse was so horrible, fearsome like Mistresses crop. Just the thought of it Your whole world seems to stand still, and you are numb with fear, let alone the threat & use of being punished with such an effective  implement of corrective, coercive  pain.

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

“Both of you over the bench.” He told us lifting us to our feet. We hurriedly bent face down over the leather bench in misery as He stepped behind us and peeled down our panties to gag us with each other. Hers seemed soaked with hot damp fetid fear, as mine must seem to Her, but were actually very dry and clean, for now.

She was beaten first 6 fearsome lashes, then it was my turn. The tawse is so horrid to listen to as it hits bare flesh knowing its your turn next.

We were both sobbing in pain now as He opened His trousers again. I heard Him remove Her plug and place it on the bench besides Her face. He was very quick and rather urgent. And with me next very forceful and urgent. He had us looking at each others faces,  cheeks down on the bench as He fucked us in turn.

 

He grunted happily with satisfaction as He spurted inside me, then pulled out and pushed my plug back into place.

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

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

We were still face down on the bench our bottoms up and exposed. I knew the door had been left open too.

“Nearly.” He said lifting the decorative apron at the back of my dress to wipe His cock. Usually we would kneel and lick Him clean, but today He was in a hurry.

“I suppose you will need a shower first but do hurry and lets go into town to that nice seafront restaurant .”

“Have you been drinking while you were enjoying the toys ?.” She asked “Well never mind I can drive.” She said.

The other maid seemed to blush and stifle a tear, I later found out Mistress meant driving the very, very  expensive sports car that had once been his.

“bye little maids and it was good to catch up, for old times sake.” He said firmly patting our bottoms.

“MMmmff” We were both still pantie gagged.

A short time later one of the Misses came and released  us from the bench strap and cuffs. Supervised us as we quickly cleaned ourselves and had a hot douche, then hurried us back to service. 

Sissy had been very upset all day and so had I. And the rest of the chambermaids, we all were all rather unsettled, being reminded of our former selves. The next day sissy had spent the day in the stocks room, which the Misses thought was a kindness as she couldn’t see who was enjoying her ass.

“Yes Master thank You Master.” I had whispered to myself imagining myself  kissing His very erect cock.  

 

The chauffeurs and the Misses were taking their time over coffee. As well as delivering us home there were 2 new chastity devices to be delivered to new sissies. Because of automation and AI there were not very many low level jobs that needed to be done, and because of universal minimal wealth, there were al lot of service jobs that were very easy and fun for the employees. One of which was the chauffeur service which was just a luxury taxi and courier service.

The superiors were handling and looking at the packages while they chatted.

The female driver was laughing

“So matter how many times I deliver and fit these, I love the looks on the

sissies faces when I first fit the tiny cage, and then when they realize I am taking the key too, it is just so delightful.”

She had on one or more occasion been so delighted. that She had lay down on the sissies bed and masturbated. With the sissies owner or prospective owners pre consent of course. And then departed leaving the newly locked up sissy to clean up the mess. On rarer occasions the male driver had, had fellatio as well. Though usually forced-bi comes later in sissies training. That might have read forced-bi ‘if at all’ some time ago, but it is nowadays accepted that sissies put under strict male domination serve both the superior sexes and especially the Mistress that much better.

“Yes it is always fun when sissy first realized that she is now a sissy, or you suddenly find a way to abruptly remind an experienced sissy of her place.” One of the Misses replied absent mindedly as She toyed with a hurry-crop.

“Sometimes they plead, so pathetically, but it is way too late for that usually.” The driver smiled

“Anyway it is time to go so lets get these little maids back to their own housework and Mistresses.”

Oh I was so happy, it was almost like I was to be allowed to cum again.

“Come along maids lets get going.” The driver said standing up.

One by one we curtsied to the Misses one last time and thanked them, then we all tottered eagerly  out to the waiting car. Behind us the 5 maids delivered today were still waiting frightened. I did feel sorry for them, but I was going home.

I remember one vacation I had been collected, but instead of going home I had been taken to stay with Miss (Mistresses best friend and mischief collaborator) and Master, and their 5 sissymaids. I had been disappointed but I do love Miss and Master (He is my Master also) and Master very much took advantage of my staying there much to the annoyance of the other sissies even though they didn’t dare show it. Mistress has said eventually She will transfer my service to Miss and Master and maybe

eventually just to Master, but that is some time away.

Miss is very strict and prefers the crop to the cane, Mistress reserves the crop for severe or special punishment (when it turns Her on or She feels like it), and Master uses the crop too. Master unlike most Men. who are generally strict but can be lax with details, Master is very stern about details too, everything must be perfect, from sex  to the way His toast might be arranged on His plate. And you will be sent for the crop at the slightest tiniest infraction. But we all love Him and strive to please Him, not just because He will punish us otherwise.

He and Miss often play games too. Sometimes He dominates Her and spanks Her. Though we maids never mention or even dare whisper about that. But apparently one time a long time ago He even made Miss wear a maids uniform and serve Him with the sissymaids. I cant ever imagine seeing Mistress do that, or even Miss in all honesty but the thought of it is very hot. And is one of those moments where I cant quite decide whether in that scenario I would like to be Him or Her. Of courtse I

wouldn’t ever be given that choice being just one of the chastity maids, and after all its just play for both of them and they both orgasm at the um climax of play.

But this time I was going home to Mistress.

All three of us maids sat primly on the back seat while the female driver sat in the bucket seat supervising us. The new chastity devices were on the seat besides us.

“Can you remember, your first time in these things, aren’t they so big to you now.” She said indicating the very small devices, but they were very large compared to the chastity we wore now.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We all said together.

 One of the maids had indeed been put into chastity for the first time by the driver, but I and the other maid had been locked up for the first time by our owners. Sometimes the drivers deliver new smaller devices approximately weekly as the hormones and estrogen infused in the medical silicon cages takes effect. But again my

Mistress had wanted to that with me.

I was the last to be taken home and the house was very quiet and exactly how I had left it. Nonetheless it and everything in it would have to be cleaned and polished again, before Mistress arrived home.

The two drivers came into the kitchen and the male driver had me sit on His lap. I could see and feel Him growing against my thigh. He was quite new to the job and previously when He had dropped us off been reluctant to spank the sissy in the hotel before fellatio. But that was a few weeks ago now and He was appreciating the perks of the job.

“I think a nice spanking for you sissy.”

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.”

“Oh wait do you have a nice paddle sissy ?” The female driver asked.

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

“Well run and fetch that then sissy.” he told me, “Great idea.” He told the lady driver.

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.”

I hurried away and brought back my pink paddle, it was thick leather about 16” by 6” with heart shaped indents embossed and stitched into the leather, for extra sting. It also left a pattern for a short time on your bottom

“Oh that’s pretty isn’t it sissy ?,” She said to me.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Mine has little studs under the leather, in a bigger heart shape too.”

“Oh Yes Miss, that’s sound pretty Miss, thank You Miss.”

“My sissy doesn’t like it.” She laughed

“No Miss, Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And no doubt you don’t enjoy yours do you sissy, theres no real need to answer that sissy, get across Sirs knee.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

After my spanking He was very big and filled my mouth with cum, and after they had both finished their coffee and cigarettes  I had thanked Him for swallowing and both for my souvenir. And they left me to my chores. The house cameras AI taking over supervising me.

Mistress had arrived home a few hours later and it was everything I had hoped for. Well after She had taken a nap, after the very tiring luxury class flight, and luxury chauffeur service home. I had brought Her a glass of chilled wine, and dressed Her in a fresh house negligee, no panties She preferred no panties if She was relaxing with me in lingerie. I had knelt

between Her thighs and welcomed Her home and then a second slower longer time. She had a very large bag of Her panties for me to wash after that but came down to the laundry room to sit by the window, drinking wine, smoking and chatting to me as I lovingly hand washed Her small lovelies. There was plenty else to wash tomorrow but this was our intimate post sex ritual. Though often I was just sent away to do it, but not today as She chatted about Her vacation and how wonderful the location was and how exciting too. She did enjoy quite adventurous trips, and Her brief holiday fling She told me indicating a couple of sex soiled panties.

Sometimes She would completely ignore these, or tease me saying “you don’t object do you sissy to me having my fun with a real Man?” not that I would ever dare demur. This time though She just gave me the satisfied look, which made me squirm with powerless jealously, as She intended and enjoyed.

I had curtsied and whispered quite hotly “Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” (She was always Miss when we at home alone together)

Afterwards She had left me to it in the laundry room, and sat in the garden by Her pool chatting to Her friends. I knew She was feeling very pleased with Herself and me, and indulgent too, because She had left the window open so I could hear Her chatting and splashing in the pool sometime later.

Then later before bedtime with me in my pink glossy baby doll, and Her in a lovely black lace negligee
I had pleased Her again with my tongue. And been allowed to sleep in Her bed, spooning Her, and then She spooning me. I was so happy I could burst and She had left my plug at its maximum girth but I was so happy I squelched on it slowly thinking about how much I loved Her.

Thank you Mistress, I love you Mistress, curtsy xx