After my first milking Mistress checked my nightime panties every morning.
If I had leaked even the tiniest amount of
precum She would cane me before Her shower.
Mistress always said sissies only dribbles or
drip a tiny amount of thin weak precum but even that was improper for sissies and totally unacceptable.
Often Mistress would enjoy cunnilingus in the morning after caning me.
Or if She was feeling more leisurely a long
queening session.
Then I would undress Her for Her shower and
towel Her dry afterwards, before preparing Her breakfast.
Sometimes I was allowed into the shower to
clean Her but usually in the morning She preferred to shower alone, whilst I hurried around
cleaning and tidying.
After breakfast I would help Mistress dress for
the day.
Then I would kiss Her bottom, curtsy and say
goodbye to Her for the day.
I was not allowed to leave the house and the
doors were kept locked
I would wave to Her wistfully, quite tearfully
from the window as She drove off to work.
She very rarely acknowledged my waves.
Then I would start my housework.
My first chore was hand washing Her soft silk
nightwear and any of Her other lovely silk smalls.
Then I would hand wash Her silk sheets and
bedding.
These would all be ironed perfectly smooth later.
These intimate chores would make me ache &
long for Her so much that I would find myself bursting into tears at the
slightest thing, I felt so needy and pathetic.
Or squelching tightly on my butt plug, almost
literally choking with desire for Her.
I had lots of chores to keep me very busy all
day. Cleaning the house and polishing everything in it from top to bottom,
before She came home.
Everything had to be scrubbed and polished by
hand, no labor saving devices were permitted.
I also had to perform all my chores in my
prettiest maids dresses and keep my uniform spotlessly clean.
And no matter how careful and meticulously I checked
everything Mistress could always find something remiss to punish me for when or
if it pleased Her to.
Mistress said that because women been forced into
menial, traditionally deemed feminine
work. Totally unjustly and inappropriately for real women.
It was totally appropriate and fitting that
effeminate sissies should perform these chores and be strictly disciplined if
these chores were not performed
perfectly.
Mistress often laughed that the only cleaning devices She needed were Her canes or Her crop. And that nothing gleamed and smelled as sweet and fearfully clean as sissy clean.
Mistress worked as She pleased so She could
come home at any time. So from the moment She left in the morning I was kept
very busy and bustling hastily with my housework.
When She was at home I was rarely allowed to attend
to or to bother Her. There was always lots more chores to be busy with.
But very occasionally I was allowed to sit with
Her or kneel besides Her at Her feet, to talk. Or between Her thighs to please Her.
It was a lovely intimate chore for sissies, &
quite delectably humiliating She often told me.
Amused and enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, patting my bottom patronizingly. While I squirmed in frustration on my oversized butt
plug, locked in my tiny chastity cage
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