Mistress was up relatively early this morning and all the sissies were especially anxiously cleaning and polishing everything. Especially after Mistress toured the house in Her sheer black silk night wear, springy cane in hand and all of us received a couple of strokes of encouragement. Then one lucky sissy went back into the bedroom with Her, while we all hurried on with our chores. Mistress boyfriend had also stayed over last night and he had chosen me to wake him. I and another sissy had served him breakfast and after he had finally allowed me to swallow, his thick morning load, sitting on his knee, then I had knelt at his feet polished his shoes. While he enjoyed a coffee & final smoke before leaving, for the day. We sissies always found serving Real men sexually humiliating. But I also found it especially demeaning and effeminate performing domestic duties for a man. Mistress said it was a sweet indication of the progress to my total sissification.
allowing me to swallow and polish his shoes. And I had glanced up into the other sissies eyes our eyes meeting in shame. I wondered if she had been called by him in the middle of the night and he had enjoyed her fellatio or her tight ass in the middle of the night, after Mistress had gone to sleep. Mistresses boyfriend are often still horny or wake up horny after Mistress has gone to sleep. But she hadn’t been called in the night. Our eyes just met with natural shame to be so vulnerable and sissy around men. Locked up and kept tiny to please a Real Man.
Mistress was having guests over for lunch, two ladies who co-owned and ran one of the lap dancing clubs who often used Her sissies for more intimate servicing of their horny clientele.
The sissy serving the 3 ladies in the balcony dining room. had served in the club 2 night previously although Her name then had been fifi, although previously I had been named candi. The sissies are given their names on the night, either by Mistress the bimbo master or sometimes the venues owner.
The 2 ladies were commenting on how all the sissies worked so dutifully and smiling so sweetly as they worked. And how deeply submissive our curtsies were as our superiors passed. One of the ladies made an idle comment that we curtsied so much more cutely than at the club. She was only teasing but Mistress decided She would be giving the ladies a short display of the merits of corporal punishment.
The two women had brought a pink riding crop with them. The pink leather crop from the club were quite springy and much less severe than most of Mistresses crops and much less severe than Miss Harriet. Pleasure or play crops Mistress called them. Not for our pleasure but to sharply remind us that we should always be obedient and pleasing.
Mistress flexed the whip testingly then told me to stand in front of the ladies bent over at the waist.
‘Curtsy cuffs sissy, hem held back.’ She told me.
‘Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.’ I replied choking in fright.
Mistress explained how sometimes She preferred me in the leather cuffs, or holding my ankles, or curtsy cuffed. Usually in the leather cuffs for a cropping, as it was very difficult to maintain position if Mistress was using one of Her crops. Mistress was very considerate and kind to Her sissies in this way. And She knew how hard it was to keep position. Holding my ankles or curtsy cuffed for the cane, If I broke position the punishment would be restarted. Sometimes Mistress would curtsy cuff me for a spanking, or over Her knee too but that was much more intimate.
Mistress called over the intercom and told the sissy working in the laundry room to come upstairs. If we were close by Mistress had a little china bell that She would ring but Her house was very large and the laundry room was down in the basement, near the bedrooms that also served as rooms for entertaining our paying visitors.
Sissy was asked whether or not all the slutty outfits and matching panties had been cleaned yet. Sissy had still been busy hand cleaning Mistresses nightwear & Her silk bedsheets so hadn’t started on the slutty clothing yet. Laundry duties usually took all morning and although there was always a lots to wash it was always a coveted job being surrounded by & washing Mistresses intimate things. Not so much washing the sticky clothing though.
Sissy was scolded for her tardiness and told to go fetch the basket of still to be washed sissy panties, from the limo and club. The cheap glossy panties were still sticky and smelly with cum and soiled lube. Sissy was told to join me bent over in front of the guests, to be publicly punished. No matter the reason or circumstances if Mistress decides sissy is at fault and is to be punished, sissy will be punished.
Mistress made a show up putting on a pair of black latex surgical gloves and even then picked up two pairs of the stickiest panties with disdain and disgust, pushing the soiled briefs deep into our mouths. As soon as we were gagged the moisture of our breathing and the cum and lube mingled and choked us with the fusty taste and smell. Muffling our sobs and cries of fear with the taste of our shame. The used panties never feel really dry until they are washed, as the lube on our butt plugs is thick and mucous like even though it is silicone based. And mixed with Sirs cum and sweat it tastes salty and slimy on the slutty glossy panties.
She pulled down our day panties and left them around our ankles.
While we waited
uncomfortably bent over, exposed and trembling with fright.
Mistress explained casually to the guests how if She was punishing or pegging
Her sissies She liked to use Her own still warm panties. And how in the club
the lap dancers could maybe use their panties if they preferred, however this
may not always be a practical option. So using the sissies own panties was a
good option especially if sissy had already been serving clients already.
While Mistress & the ladies chatted the tastes and aroma of the sullied panties expanded and totally filled our mouths and noses. She continued casually stroked and patted our nude bottoms as She elaborated. Ignoring our choked distressed, frightened sobs.
Then She stepped back and landed the first of six carefully timed sharp lashes, across the laundries sissies bottom. Sissy squealed in pain and fright into the gag. Quaking and shivering, almost uncontrollably I listened to her sobbing and whimpering for a what seemed like hours as the lashes began to throb and sting. Bent over as I was I could see the two ladies watching our faces and the whipping. They were shocked at the first lash then gradually pleased and amused as the beating continued. Dominant women enjoy punishing or seeing a sissy punished. A lot of otherwise vanilla women find us pathetic and are generally amused to see us get what we deserve.
Then it was my turn, six intense searing lashes. I heard and felt my own muffled cries distress and fear, choking into the panties. As the burning pain engulfed my enflamed behind.
We were both sobbing into our gags as Mistress turned Her attention back to Her guests. Commenting on how satisfying She found it hearing our muffled cries of distress and pleading for clemency, & explaining how She often found a follow up lashing to be most effective. And then six more lashes, this time across the backs of the legs for the laundry sissy. Mistress carefully explained how the best place for the lashes was across the upper backs of the legs, where the buttock joined the thighs and was most tender. Then six more for me, timed slowly as She demonstrated Her technique.
Even a simple play instrument, can be used very effectively She told Her guests. And all Her sissies were usually good girls, who didn’t break position without permission. We were allowed to stand upright and pull our panties up. Then ungagged so we could curtsy and thank Mistress.
See how sweetly they curtsy now. She told Her guests. And how sweetly they will curtsy in your club, wont you sissies ?
‘Yes Mistress, we will Mistress, we will Miss, thank You Mistress.’ We both said in unison curtsying again.
The laundry sissy was dismissed back to her chores downstairs. But I was content to not be sent back to other duties but told to remain and to continue serving our guests. The windows on the veranda were opened more widely to allow the superiors to enjoy the breeze while they chatted. The cool breeze going up my very short skirt only seemed to make my bottom & the back of my legs feel even more inflamed and tender. Mistress kept patting my behind as I served, enjoying my squirming.
Nonetheless I was
very excited to be serving Mistress and Her lovely guests and I felt very tiny but
swollen in my chastity, and squirming helpless on the phallic plug feeling so especially enlarged and rigid with its implacable penetration.
And just a little gif to remind sissies that they should always be kept locked.
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