My first day as Her maid

 

Miss A had collected me from my flat and driven me round to Mistress house. It was quite an imposing 3 story apartment block. Also with a service basement.

Miss A went inside via the front door.

I was sent down to the basement entrance.

Mistress was wearing a rather severe looking leather pencil skirt and black silk shirt. It made me feel weak just glimpsing at Her.

Mistress let me in and took me to a small dressing room. I was told to undress completely. And a rather hot enema was administered.

Mistress then removed my chastity device and replaced it with an even smaller apparatus the tiny cage also enclosed my cherries for the first time.

I was given a new butt plug.

This new plug was  lockable and quite rigid.

The plug was also much longer, stouter and pronouncedly if not exaggeratedly phallic in shape.

And could be expanded by remote control.

Once both devices were locked in place I was given my new underwear and maids uniform.

It was quite lovely, in black glossy almost wetlook satin, with chiffon and organza detailing. Even the apron was lovely.

With a white petticoat to fluff out the very short skirt and white tights. My maids booties were however pastel pink patent leather, and joined together by a very short strap.

I was to be expected to keep my uniform immaculate whilst performing my chores, without exception.

When I was fully dressed Mistress had me double curtsy, once on each foot, ten kneel down.

I was then allowed to kiss Her  bottom for the first time. Once on both cheeks and then once between the cheeks.

Soft, respectful, kisses.

I was then permitted to kiss Her on the front of Her leather skirt on the pubic mound.

Mistress then instructed me to follow Her upstairs.

It was quite difficult to follow Her confident strides, in the hobble boots and the new very thick, rigid plug.

I was quite breathless and flustered by the time we reached the living room.

‘You will have to be much quicker than that sissy unless you want to be fetching my canes on your first day.’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, sorry Mistress.’ I curtsied

‘Fetch me and Miss some chilled white wine sissy’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’ I curtsied.

After I had fetched wine I was sent to the kitchen, where there was a long list of household chores to start on.

My housework was frequently interrupted and summoned by the little maids bell to fetch fresh drinks or snacks an ashtray, anything the 2 ladies wanted.

At one point I was summoned so that Miss A could take a photo of me on Her phone in my new maids uniform, which She sent to the women in the office.

A short while later I was summoned again so She could tell me that the women in the office all sent me best wishes and hoped that I was enjoying my house hold duties.

Miss A then live videoed me curtsying and saying thank you. There was lots of laughing and teasing in reply.

Later that afternoon I curtsied to Miss A as She left. I was also instructed to kneel down and kiss Her bottom, but only on both cheeks, not between  them.

Mistress would have lots of guests and unless they forbade it I was to curtsy and kiss their bottoms, to welcome them and to say goodbye.

Miss A mentioned they would soon be getting a new office sissy to wear my apron and maybe this new sissy could greet the women in the office by kissing their bottoms. Depending on the prospective owner of the sissies  wishes of course.

I was then sent back to my chores whilst Mistress relaxed in the living room.

It was  a long afternoon and list of chores was seemingly never ending.

In the early evening I served Mistress a three course dinner. Luckily I was not expected to cook, just to prepare the precooked gourmet food, but it had to be served immaculately.

I ate a small sandwich with  a glass of water alone in the kitchen after Mistress had finished eating. Before resuming my chores.

Later in the evening Mistress summoned me to the living room to fetch more wine.

I was told to fetch a small pink heart shaped cushion and kneel in front of Her.

She opened Her thighs spreading Her skirt and told me to remove Her panties.

Then She pulled me between Her legs and pulled the skirt down over my head.

It was the first time I had performed cunnilingus and in actual, fact the first time I had been with a woman.

But Mistress had sent me lots of reading materials and instructions for practicing. As I heard Her moans and squirming increasing She stopped me suddenly and expanded the butt plug, so that it suddenly felt even more massive and invasive.

Then I continued to lick Her steady long slow licks while She wriggled and moaned.

She came but told me to continue licking and She came again and again till She subsided. She kept me under Her skirt in the damp darkness, kissing Her softly for quite some time.

Then I fetched Her some fresh panties and a different skirt. After putting the panties and skirt on Her I kissed Her bottom again and fetched Her some more wine.

‘That was very pleasing sissy, and I’m sure you will improve greatly over time.’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’

‘And in future you will learn to grind and squirm on the plug while you lick sissy’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’

‘Mistress please may I say, I loved serving you that way Mistress, and I am very aroused Mistress.’

She looked down at the cage bulging under my maids dress.

‘That is very sweet sissy.’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’

‘You may go and hand wash my panties now sissy.’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’

‘And I’m sure you still have lots of chores to finish before bedtime too sissy’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’

My plug was left expanded whilst I washed Her panties. There was actually a few pairs to wash and each pair was to be washed individually.

Then the plug was reduced for the rest of my chores.

At bedtime I helped Mistress into a lovely black silk chemise. She did have an extensive range of lovely silk sleepwear and loungewear.

I was given a glossy pink satin babydoll with matching panties to wear. Mistress then took a couple of photos of me on Her phone then pulled me down between Her thighs.
After She climaxed She took more photos of me. On my knees in front of Her.

‘This will have to get much smaller sissy’ She told me tapping on my cage bulging in the satin panties.

‘Yes Miss, thank you Miss.’ She preferred me to call Her Miss when we were intimate like this.

‘And if you tell me you are aroused or feeling horny ever again sissy, you will be caned sissy.’

‘Yes Miss, thank you Miss.’ I whispered frightened but still awfully excited.

Then I changed the silk sheets for Mistress as they were slightly damp and smelly with sex She had said. And dressed Her in fresh lingerie.

Mistress then went to bed and I was sent to the small box room next to Her walk in wardrobe to sleep.

The next morning I was up very early, as every day. Cleaning and preparing the house for Her. Then waking Her and dressing Her, serving breakfast. Curtsying and kissing Her bottom then waving goodbye to Her as She went off to Her high powered career.

That evening I was caned twice once for having a tiny crease on my uniform when I greeted Her. And later when She found some dust in a hidden corner of the room.

After She had caned me the second time She told me that the cane was a very appropriate and satisfying way to discipline sissies.

I was then told to fetch the pink cushion.

In the office, club and cafe.

As well as working in the office, Mistress had me working as a waitress maid at the club most evenings.

And during the day at weekends in a café that catered to dominant ladies.

She said this was to get me familiar serving my superiors in menial & quite trivial roles. And also to get me accustomed to wearing my cage, and plug in public, in tight revealing maids uniforms.

My uniform was the same vinyl PVC maids uniform from the club. I was told that this uniform was best because it was easy to wipe clean. Mistress didn’t tell me at the time but it was especially easy to wipe clean when a Sir had blown in a maids face, or on her uniform, or if a Miss had been particularly excited. I was always given a fresh uniform starting each shift at the club or café. And the pvc always smelled as if just freshly wiped down both inside and out then sprayed with cheap perfume. All the other sissies too wore similar uniform that they were handed out before the start of the shift.

We were not allowed to chat with each other. When we weren’t serving or cleaning we were told to stand facing the wall in silence. Some of the sissies were kept gagged the whole time. I later learnt that the gags were deep and substantial cock gags. To keep sissy quiet and to train her gag reflex.

I had been given a small padded bra to wear under my uniform, until the increasing hormone dosage to develop small buds of my own. We were also being trained to walk prettily with the ever present butt plugs & heels. A sissy had to mince prettily and gracefully, even though you were still constantly, terribly self conscious of your sissy waddle, and how you always felt your were grinding and squelching on the plug. Especially as many of the women were accompanied by men in the café and they would pat or slap your bottom as you walked past and the ladies would comment on your squelch, or your effeminate mince, that was teasing the boys.   

Many of the ladies from the office would come to the café with their friends or boyfriends at the weekend. They would often comment how much more natural it seemed to see me in a pretty uniform. Although the office ladies were usually friendly I wasn’t allowed to chat much, my service was expected to be coyly obsequious and self effacing.  

This wasn’t helped by Mistress choice of footwear for me. High heeled boots with a short chain joining the ankles. This would get shorter and shorter over time, & eventually my maids boots would be joined by a short leather strap. I was very glad not to wear this chain in the office but the Ladies there would always make me walk in dainty careful steps as if were still hobbled.

We weren’t allowed a break during the day, not even to go to the toilet. But I did notice several times during the day some of the men taking one of the sissies into a special private area that I wasn’t allowed to go to at all. And afterwards the sissy would seem quite flustered and, usually quite tearful and appearing especially vulnerable. And her uniform would be freshly wiped and scented.

Next to this area was the discipline room, where some sissies were taken to and caned if their behavior  had been deemed disobedient or displeasing.

I was never taken to this room as Mistress only wanted to discipline me Herself. And only started to use

the cane on me when I became Her resident sissy maid. If I was to be punished She would put me over Her knees and spank me in front of everybody in the club. This was particularly embarrassing and humiliating for me. Because in spite of the cage and the hormones I still felt myself get very aroused, although still soft, in the tiny cage and could sense that spanking me excited Her too.

This public spanking was often done in front of the Lady who had reported my misbehaviour, or videoed on a phone and sent to a Miss or Sir who had felt I deserved corporal punishment. And was often done at the same time Mistress was given my wage packet for Herself.   

At the end of a shift at the café we would all clean up and then line up to collect our pin money. The cleanup before and after the shift was not paid. We were also deducted from our wages a fee for the loan and cleaning of our uniforms. If a sissy had been punished there was a deduction. Some sissies who had been in the special back room were given an additional wage packet.

When we had collected our pin money it was then taken off us and kept for our Mistresses and owners to collect. Likewise with my wages in the office this was handed to me then taken away and given to Mistress. I was just given vouchers to spend in special approved shops for my day to day needs.

We also were informed of any tips that had been added to our bills, the café kept half and the other half given to our owners.

In the club I would usually be paid and then sent home by Mistress towards the end of the night. She would collect my wages then send me home in a special late night sissy taxi. Seemingly staffed by the same ladies who delivered my various special packages. The windows of the taxi were kept curtained and I was not allowed to open the curtains. The driver would escort me to my door and I was expected to curtsy and thank Her before going inside.

There were also usually some men in the club, not sissies but quite casual confident well built men. I was expected to call the ‘real men’  Sir and they were all  usually very friendly with Mistress and the other ladies. Like in the café I found it very embarrassing to be around the real men and Mistress found that extremely amusing.

Mistress, Her friends  and some of the other sissies would stay late in the club, but I was only to find out about the later entertainment when I was a resident maid. Mistress loved the fact that I was very innocent and naïve and just for Her to open and mould to Her needs.   

Despite the fact that I was working nearly all of the time at the office, café & club. And that I was often

unable to sleep, feeling very frustrated in my cage, uncomfortable on my plug and very emotional & tearful because of the hormones. And lonely when I wasn’t with Mistress or under supervisory female company. I was very happy & very much content to be taken charge of & be constantly told what to do and how to do it. Even content to be frequently criticized and punished for my failings, patronized by my superiors. Although I still found it extremely embarrassing and humiliating when a Sir patronized or corrected me.

Mistress said that pleased Her a lot and She was very pleased how Her sissy was coming along. This made me long for Her even more.   

 

  

In the office

 

After that meeting with Mistress at the weekend. The next Monday morning  at work I was told I had been promoted and moved to a new floor in the office, with immediate effect.

I didn’t need to take anything with me just to go up to that floor straight away.

The floor was exclusively for female senior managers in a very friendly open plan office. Except the head of department and meeting room. All the Ladies had large desks fancy leather executive chairs and multi screen computers. My desk was tiny had a plain wooden chair and no computer. It was also right next to the kitchenette and the expensive coffee machines.

My new duties were mainly fetching &  filing for them, making drinks, cleaning up and acting as a receptionist for them.

This was actually a major demotion for me as my previous role had been as data, and database analyst.

The head of department was also the Lady, Mistress had been taking to in the club before I had been sent home.

She was head of this department and a senior partner in the business.

Mistress had called me  midway through the morning and asked me how the new job was going. This was unusual in itself as Mistress never called during the day and I was not normally allowed to take personal calls at work.

But quite obviously She had known about my new job long before I had been told.

Miss A *her surname*, Mistresses friend called me into Her office. Our call was transferred to Facetime on the big TV screen mounted on the wall. The office door was left open so all the other ladies could hear our conversation.

She told me I no uncertain terms that any silly complaints or misgivings that I might have were completely unacceptable to Her and that She totally approved of my more suitable role.

Moreover all my wages would be kept by Miss A for Mistress and my rent and food, clothing allowance would be paid at Her discretion.

Mistresses friend who I was only ever allowed to refer to as Miss A handed me a little white waitress half apron to wear over my feminine slacks.

I was to wear this at all times except when male colleagues were expected on the floor.

I also had to refer to the other women on the floor as Miss *surname* or just Miss etc.

Moreover I was to curtsy whenever they spoke to me before and after replying.

Miss A showed me a picture on Her desk. It was Her own house sissy, in a very pretty maids uniform, smiling submissively as she did some housework. There was another picture frame too. A digital frame which changed the picture every 10 seconds or so, showing Her sissy was in a variety of poses. In one of them She appeared to be kneeling before a man between his knees, and another with her bent over on  a bed, with her bottom in the air, skirt pulled back.

Miss A saw me glancing with furtive embarrassment at this frame and laughed.

‘You are quite an innocent little thing and virginal aren’t you sissy?’

‘Yes Miss I am Miss, thank you Miss.’ I curtsied.

She patted my bottom, right on the butt plug base.

‘Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours with those images sissy, I’m sure you will learn all about them later on if your Mistress wants you too.’

 ‘Yes Miss thank you Miss.’ I curtsied again.

All the other ladies in this office knew about Miss A and Her house sissy. And were also actively interested in the lifestyle. In fact this office and company, and a whole network of other high powered establishments, were committed to advancing and facilitating the lifestyle. In some circles having a house sissy who performed the traditional housewife role was considered quite a normal and acceptable accessory for the modern liberated woman.

Wearing the chastity device & butt plug in the office was very exciting and distracting for me. Especially as the steadily increasing dosage of hormones took effect. I would go home on the subway squirming with excitement, and in danger of bursting into tears at any moment.

After my first week in the new office Miss A had commented on my tearful state and said pathetic sissies shouldn’t be alone on public transport, then She had kindly started taking me home in Her car or taxi after work most evenings.

This was still very nice for me as I often felt especially vulnerable and tearful on public transport. And I was quite pathetically  grateful to Her.

She would walk me to my door and wait for me to open the door and curtsy, before saying ‘Thank You and good evening Miss’.

She would always pat my bottom patronizingly after I curtsied  to Her before going inside. Always managing to pat my butt plug, making me very aware of it.

I would go inside in tears Wishing She would come inside just to keep me company but She never did, as I was already spoken for and not Her sissy, or an unattached sissy to amuse herself with.

The girls in the office as the Ladies liked to be called were all very nice to me, teasing and patronizing but nice.

They taught me how to apply nail varnish and lip gloss. Although no colours my nails were perfect and glossy as were my plushed lips. They brought me  a pair of black patent leather maids boots, similar to the white one from the club with pink soles. They also gave me a little highly polished fake leather jacket to wear. It was cut short at the waist and zipped to the girls side. When I went out at lunch for their lunches I wore the jacket and boots, but thankfully no apron. I also wore the jacket and boots and on the way home on the subway.

I did get some funny looks in the elevators and corridors of the office from the other men. But no comments and mostly they ignored me.

In the office whenever men were expected on our floor I was allowed to hurriedly remove my apron. Then one afternoon Miss A had a meeting with several male colleagues in Her office.

I had been in Her office cleaning Her desk when they arrived.

They immediately commented on my apron.

‘Does ‘she’ always wear such a pretty little apron ?’

‘Usually only when ‘she’ is serving drinks.’ Miss A replied to much laughter

I desperately wanted to run away and hide, instead Miss A had me fetch coffee for all the them.

One of the men patted my bottom as I served him coffee, right on the butt plug. I had squirmed and blushed. Miss A and he had exchanged smiles just before She excused me from the room.

One time The man who had commented on my apron came to the floor on his own to visit Miss A. I had removed my apron seeing him come out of the elevator but Miss A came out of Her office told me to put my apron back on and bring He and She coffees.

He had smirked at me when I entered with the coffees and patted my bottom when I served him his cup. My butt plug suddenly felt huge as he patted it making me very self aware of it.

“Very pretty in your apron.’

‘What do you say sissy?’

I looked at Miss A, not sure what to say.

‘Miss ?’

‘Say Yes Sir thank You Sir, sissy.’

I stammered ‘Thank you Sir…Yes Sir, Thank You Sir’

‘And curtsy sissy, Sir is a real man, not a sissy like you.’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

I curtsied  ‘Yes Sir, Thank You Sir’

He patted my bottom again.

‘Very good sissy’

I curtsied  ‘Yes Sir, Thank You Sir’

‘Good sissy, you are learning.’ Miss A said

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

‘You may go now sissy close the door after you.’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

The girls in the office kept me busy Miss A & Sir were in Her office for about an hour.

I was called in and told to fetch Miss A coffee and  a cigarette. Sir was leaving. They both looked very flushed and the room smelled quite strongly but sweetly of sweat. Miss A went out and chatted to the girls while I tidied Her office and sprayed air freshener and scent everywhere.

Sir was a regular visitor to the floor. One time when I was feeling very emotional I had burst into tears after serving them coffee and leaving them alone in Miss A office.

Two of the girls sat together at a desk and called me over.

‘I just cant help thinking about Miss A’s sissy waiting for Her at home.’

The two Ladies exchanged knowing looks and smiled. They gave me little glass of strong sherry. I wasn’t usually allowed alcohol.

‘You are a sweet innocent thing.’

They laughed patting my bottom, always managing to hit the base of my plug.

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

‘Of course her sissy is waiting at home, but she is locked up just like you sissy and will be busy with housework sissy.’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

‘You will understand properly soon enough sissy’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

They had sent me for coffee and biscuits to keep me busy.

 I spent the evenings in my flat busy at my chores & just longing for Mistress to call.

This went on for months and every week Mistress increased the dosage of my hormones. & every 3 weeks or so Mistress would send the delivery woman round with a smaller chastity device to swap with my current confinement. The hormones were making my already insignificant clitty and cherries get smaller and softer. Mistress called it Her little seraglio.

I had been mostly very content, at the office, with the girls  and meeting Mistress regularly at the club. Apart from being very emotional and tearful I enjoyed being told what to do in the office and the friendly teasing. One more than one occasion a couple of the girls said they would love to spank me, or to see Sir put me over his knee and spank me. I had found this idea to be very embarrassing as although I was happy to be a sissy with the girls and Mistress I wasn’t gay or bi and wasn’t at all comfortable around Sir.

Then one Monday morning I was informed that this was to be my last day at the office and I would be permanently moving in with Mistress as Her sissy maid.

The ladies in the office all had wine and cake to celebrate.

Because I was on a strict diet I wasn’t allowed any of the cake or wine but I did get to serve it.  

First meetings with Mistress

 

Mistress & I met first online on a sissy and dominant Ladies forum.

Sissies and would be sissies, had to submit photos, bio and statistics, and could post limited messages on some of the forums threads. But otherwise had to  wait patiently to be contacted.

Sissies were not allowed to contact Ladies, nor speak to a lady unless the sissy was replying to a Lady.

After Mistress contacted me we exchanged quite a flurry of messages.  Mistress had then asked me for some rather intimate measurements.

I was told that if I wanted ever to communicate with Her again, that the next time we messaged I should be wearing the device She was dispatching to me.

I was told not to touch myself except to clean and depilate, until the device was delivered.

The next morning a small box arrived delivered by a very pretty and smirking delivery lady in what seemed to be a rather overly sexy delivery uniform.

She had waited until I had opened the small box and the even smaller box inside. And I had put the tiny seeming, for the time being anyway, steel chastity device on. She had then put on some black latex gloves and  inspected the metal cage. Checking that is was snug and secure then  She had taken the key & left.

In all honesty if I hadn’t just been locked in a chastity cage I would have masturbated there and then. The delivery lady and Her uniform was just so sexy and the situation was so arousing.

I looked down at the sturdily locked device and squirmed. Feeling the arousal not only in the tiny cage but my heart and  breath tight in my chest.

In the box was also a medium sized butt plug and 7 little pink satin bags.

The tiny bags were for my intimates or clitty & sissy cherries as they were now to be called. And was to worn at all times over the cage.

The bags had an electronic tag on the draw string. I would have to account for every time the bag was undone.

The butt plug was to be inserted at all times too but Mistress was lenient and allowed me a couple of days acclimatization just keeping myself plugged in the flat.

After that I was to be plugged or penetrated at all times apart from toileting.

Plugged when walking in the street, on the subway and going to work.

That night Mistress invited me to an online chatroom and to a private room with Her.

We had a long conversation and I was given lots of instructions about my effeminine hygiene routines and how I was to behave and what I was allowed to do in general. Her rules were very strict.

My evenings were filled with housework, exercise and depilating & hygiene routines.. I was not allowed to watch the TV or use my computer to access the internet anymore. Only to listen to one channel on the radio, that constantly played sickly sweet romantic ballads, & waiting for Mistress to call. I was not allowed to call Her.

Mistress also started me on estrogen hormones from the very first day. Strong hormones approved by Her. They had the initial effect of making me feel quite horny, which combined with the frustration of the little chastity cage made me feel ever increasingly emotional and vulnerable.

I was instructed to go shopping the next day to certain shops and buy myself a full set of underwear. Satin panties and short satin chemises. In very pale pastel colours.

I was also told to buy myself some brushed satin slacks and fitted satin shirts for work & going out. These were all womens items but thankfully I was allowed to wear these in black.

These shops were approved by Mistress and were staffed by very attractive girls who flirted and teased me terribly while they helped me shop.

My hair which was nearly bob length and usually in a small discrete pony tail was from now on to be conditioned and worn loose.

I was very uneasy about my first day back at work, in my new clothes, in chastity and plugged too.

Mostly the guys at work left me alone, as I was quiet and shy not really very boyish. But some of the girls at work seeing my new look were all seemingly more friendly, almost flirty even . It was almost as if they knew about my chastity cage.

When I told Mistress about this She was very amused. Women can always spot a sissy She told me.   

That weekend Mistress and I  had met for the first time in person. At an exclusive ladies club in town. Meeting Her for the first time in person literally took my breath away. She  was so utterly gorgeous, totally sexy and confident. I couldn’t believe She had the slightest interest in someone like me.

There were other Mistresses with sissies in attendance at the club all the sissies wearing tight little PVC maids uniforms.

Mistress asked me teasingly if I liked the uniforms and if I wanted to wear one. It wasn’t really a question. While I was blushing and flustered She told me to go and put one on, and to get dressed properly.

I was given a tight fitting black PVC uniform complete with white PVC apron and headpiece. Also high heeled white patent leather maids booties. The soles of the boots were candy pink .The other girls had PVC uniforms in various pastel colours as well as black. Some of them also had PVC panties, matching the dresses.

I was Mistresses maid for the evening serving Her drinks and waiting on Her. We also spoke very briefly. But mostly it was just waiting on Her and orders to fetch drinks, snacks, ashtrays, clean the table, for the evening.

Partway through the evening most of the Ladies went into another room, The sissies serving in the outer room weren’t allowed to go into the other room.

I and the other  sissies were left to clean & polish the tables and clean up around the club.

Then we were told to stand facing the wall, in silence waiting for their Mistresses to reclaim them.

As we waited we  could hear quite plainly the sounds of laughter and enjoyment coming from the other room.

I heard one of the sissies whisper shush to another sissy.

Then suddenly a sharp swish and crack and a gasp of pain.

Then another sharp crack and a stifled squeal. 

‘Stand quietly sissy’

‘Yes Miss, thank You Miss.’

Then another sharp crack and a stifled squeal. 

Another sharp lash and another sobbing squeal of pain.

‘And you too sissy shush.’

‘Yes Miss, thank You Miss.’

‘And all of you squirm quietly on your plugs like a well behaved sluts.’

‘Yes Miss, thank You Miss.’ We all cried out, in unison humiliated and frightened

The woman holding the short riding crop walked away chatting casually  to another Lady who was supervising us. Both of them laughing derisively, leaving the 2 sissies in tears and the rest of us pale and trembling with fright.

Mistress and the other Ladies came out of the private rooms about an hour later. They all looked very happy and amused, there was also an air of sexuality about them.

Mistress had patted my PVC skirted bottom quite affectionately as I fetched Her and Her friends drinks. She always managed to pat the base of my plug when She patted my bottom.

Later in the evening Mistress was joined by some more friends I was very distressed and mortified to see that one of Her friends was one of the senior managers at my office.

We never spoke, in fact none of the other ladies spoke to me, except to order me to fetch them fresh drinks. But She looked me up and down and smiled. Later that evening Mistress & She had a long conversation, with lots of amused looks cast my way.

A little later on they were all chatting about going into the private room. I was told to wait for a taxi and to go home to bed.

She would be staying with Her friends at the club until late that evening.

I couldn’t sleep that night for thinking about Mistress & how lovely She was. Rolling about in my bed in the little pink satin nightie I had been told to wear to bed. Squirming helplessly locked in my cage.