A sissymaid's duties

 

The house was always very stuffy in the day when Mistress was out. The Air conditioning not turned on during the day if She wasn’t going to be in. Once switched on it immediately cooled the house when She returned home. There was no need to waste electricity for my comfort.  All the windows doors were also always kept closed and locked during the day. My domesticity was in seclusion by and for Mistress.  

Mistress often  needed to employ trades people and gardeners, who were vanilla and not part of  the scene. So I was to stay inside and out of their way if they needed to come  inside. On occasion there had been extensive work indoors needed so I was kept locked  in the small closet, off Mistresses room, that I was sometimes sent to sleep in, at these times. Sometimes Mistress would enjoy teasing me that one of the gardeners had  spotted me through the windows and commented on the pretty maid in her pretty  uniform working away so dutifully. Then I would be sent for the canes for being so  naughty and immodest as to be seen without permission. 

Mistress when She came  home would sometimes come into

the domestic service laundry  area, and  call me into the kitchen. And allow me to stop work for a few minutes and to drink a small glass of Her yellow  pee. She would bottle it for me to drink, although She also liked to use my  open mouth. The bottle was not kept refrigerated Mistress said it was more  appropriate if it was lukewarm or warm, in both texture, taste and aroma. She  would sit down and watch me have the small wine glass, I wasn’t normally  permitted to sit down during working times. 

There was nowhere for  Her to sit in the small laundry room. Plus it was humid and smelly with laundry smells. There is  a small stool stored in  this area but this hard tiny seat is only used for punishment. For example  if  Mistress has caned me and then instructs me to perch on the  uncomfortable hard surface squirming gingerly as my bottom smarts and stings  terribly. The naughty stool would be totally inappropriate for Mistress to sit  on and is very uncomfortable after just a minute or so.

There was a similar but  slightly more comfortable stool for me in the closet attached to Mistresses  room. Where I would be sent to if Mistress was with Her boyfriend in the  bedroom, but wanted to keep me close, to fetch drinks, change sticky sheets and  lingerie or lick them clean. Often I would be sent to fetch an ironing board  and in an adjacent room ironing Mistress panties for example. But if was sent  to the closet. I would perch on the stool facing the wall, with my eyes closed,  holding the hem of my skirt tightly. Squirming on the stool squelching on my  dildo which always was maximum size if Mistress was with one of Her lovers. The hardness of the stool made my dildo but plug feel like it was physically attached to this stool, but it wasnt. Mistress has said she is also considering a new special stool for these occasions. Just a very thick long phallus, far too long and very stout at 20 inches or so. With no base so I could be impaled on the huge cock and would have to keep grinding my anal muscles on to stay still.

“It is so awfully warm  and stuffy down here sissy.” 

“Yes Mistress, it is  Mistress thank You Mistress.” I curtsied 

“I’m glad I don’t have  to work down here sissy.” 

Naturally Mistress didn’t do any housework, and disdained such menial drudgery.

“Yes Mistress, thank You  Mistress.” 

“But that is why I have  you sissymaid.” 

Mistress also didn’t allow me any labour saving devices, nearly all the housework was performed by hand, just as it should be for sissies, lovingly and obediently. And fearful of Mistresses displeasure if not performed to total perfection. In the shadow of Her canes

“Yes Mistress, thank You  Mistress.” 

“Very good sissy, finish  your little drink then you may continue with your housework sissy.” 

“Yes Mistress, thank You  Mistress.” 

And it was always so  warm and stuffy, especially

wearing the lovely satin uniforms with little  capped sleeves and buttoned maids collar. The hot glossy satin  and lace  uniforms and petticoats and stockings that I worked in all day. Had to be kept  clean and without creases, smelling sweetly while I worked, fingers and nail  varnish, hair makeup and especially lipstick and gloss had to be kept perfect  for any guests especially male guest who might want to fuck my mouth and ass. 

A sissy never knew when  Mistress might suddenly arrive home with or without a friends or with a male  friend. On more than one occasion I had been caned or cropped for a tiny  unsightly crease in my dress or apron, an imperfection in my makeup, or a  slight  discolouration on my  nail varnish. It was disgraceful &  disrespectful to Mistress or Sir. I was always to be ready to serve and please  Mistress domestically & intimately, faultlessly. As was I to be always  ready for the Sirs perfect sexual pleasure. 

Sometimes one of the  Sirs liked to come down to the hot stuffy laundry room and push me face down on  the freshly cleaned and ironed laundry. Surrounded by Mistresses freshly  cleaned lovely underwear and Her silk sheets. Spank or paddle me then enjoy  pressing me firmly down and penetrating my tight little ass. After He has cum  leaving me to clean all the sheets and clothing again, the laundry room  stinking of sex and my shame. 

Feeling a real man cum  so powerfully and satisfyingly

in my bottom or my mouth excited me so much.  Even though for me Bi  was totally forced and always under Mistresses  instructions. Him penetrating me and cumming inside me left me so aroused and  feeling so submissive and in awe of His maleness. So aware that I was locked in  chastity and not allowed to be anything other than soft and tiny, let alone to  ever be allowed to cum. And so pathetically grateful to be kept locked  submissive, devoted  and obediently intimate. So that I could please Him  totally. And each time I wanted it to be the best fuck or suck He ever had.  

He like Mistress would  be very amused if I involuntarily leaked  a tiny splash of weak precum  into my panties while I served Him. And it was always a tiny dribbly, leak never a spurt and  I only ever realized it had happened afterwards. After He had finished with me He would leave me,   dismiss me sobbing in shame, humiliation, feeling totally used and now  discarded. Continuing my chores with my panties, sticky with His thick cum. 

Mistress says cum covered pink satin panties look so good on a sissy. Or if She  lets Him blow in my face, usually its only inside my mouth, my face iced with  His creamy cum.  

Often Mistress might  come down afterwards too and cane me for leaving such a mess and not having  finished the laundry chores. Sometimes this would be a prelude to a pegging or  cunnilingus. Or sometimes this might just be foreplay for Mistress and Her  boyfriend.

When She was planning on having sex with her boyfriends, She often liked me to suck Him till He came in my mouth, or more rarely  for Him to fuck me. So that being initially satisfied and less urgent to cum  later He would last much longer for Her. 

Miss A had said She  barely remembered me at first. She trained lots of sissies in Her office, and  She could hardly be expected to remember all the pretty little sissies. And  most sissies are set for a life of private domesticity and subjugation so once  they are taken home by their new owner a good sissy fades into insignificance.  She visited lots of homes as did Mistress and saw lots of pretty sissies  serving their superiors obediently and self effacingly.

Like Her boyfriend now  husband had said I was just another pretty face to blow into. 

Mistress had reminded me  of the very first time I had knelt between Her thighs and served Her  intimately. Afterwards I had given Her clean underwear & brought Her a  chilled glass of wine, I had blurted breathlessly that I was very horny. 

Mistress had looked at me in amused blank astonishment. As if to say what if  anything had that to with Her or was any concern to Her. And after regarding me  squirm, helpless with need, for a few moments told me patronisingly that that was so sweet and told me I  could go and hand wash Her panties now.

And in the future I would be fetching  Her canes if I ever had the impudence to bother Her with such nonsense again. 

Similarly after my first  milking which Mistress had hinted was to be a release, of sorts, but never specified it would be a prostrate milking. Which Mistress  delayed and postponed, at the very last moment time and time again for the  slightest reason. Then I had been bent over milked in front of the group of friends She had brought round  for the evening. Only feeling the slight sensation of liquid passing between my legs like when I sat down to pee but slightly thicker, and then it was all over, She had announced. She had looked at me and asked why I looked so disappointed. I  had been milked and felt nothing except drained and still totally unreleased. 

She had  asked me  coolly if I had been expected to orgasm or cum ?

And from the look on my face  and the laughter of Her and Her friends I now knew that this was and had always  been a totally forlorn hope.

She let me sip on the small glass of my weak leaked 

precum and told me ‘never mind sissy’. ‘We will have  a little chat about  this later and I could still give Her a lovely orgasm before bedtime’, after Her  friends had gone home. The little chat had been preceded by a caning. I had  been gagged with Her silk panties, as I usually was for a caning or  pegging,  they were absolutely soaked, She was so pleased and aroused by  the evenings events. Afterwards I heard Her chatting to Her friend on the phone that She  had been so excited that it was all She could do, to hang on just  a  little longer whilst She caned me.

She had climaxed powerfully &  rhythmically several times that evening before She slipped into bed and allowed  me to spoon Her as  drifted off to sleep.

She often loved feeling me  throbbing but tiny in my chastity close behind Her, after Her orgasms had  subsided.           

For my 2nd release Mistress had  said I must learn to please a real man first with my mouth. Not just to suck  Him but make sure He totally enjoyed my intimate service, and knew that I wanted to please Him.

Then my desperately  hoped for release was repeatedly delayed, for lots of reasons on a whim by  Mistress but more often than not when She brought a man friend home for me to  suck and it was much more important for Him to cum than my silly needs. 

Eventually though I was  milked in front of Mistresses friends and one of boyfriends. & then He had  taken me into the other room and I was penetrated anally by a man for the first  time. Mistress had said that for this milking I had produced so little leakage  that it was  no longer necessary for me to milked again.

And in any case I  seemed to produce a tiny dribble of  precum when serving Mistress or Sir  orally & being pegged or used by Sir anally so milking wasn’t needed. And  the unreleased build up for me would help keep me even more attentive. 

I had been in tears  especially after having been used so casually by Him for the first time and the  laughter of Mistress and Her lady friends. Especially when Sir had slapped my  bottom and told me to fetch more drinks for everyone like a good girl.

Mistress  had made me wait till the next evening to be

close to and to serve Her orally  because Her boyfriend stayed over that night. Also another first for me. But  She told me that the cunnilingus was heavenly and so much better for knowing  that She wouldn’t have to  bother with the inconvenience of arranging,  scheduling and the silly mess of milking me, again. 

It was that same look of  false bemused incomprehension that Miss A gave me when Mistress asked Her if  She remembered me. A long pause then a condescending pat on the bottom as if to  further remind me of my insignificant, unimportance.  I was just another  sissy housemaid. 

“Hurry and fetch us  drinks sissy.” 

“Yes Miss, thank You  Miss.” 

Naturally Miss A’s  husband was even more dismissive of me, like most men. After they had fucked me  and I brought the guests fresh drinks, simply ignoring my presence or shooing me  back to my chores.

Although sometimes they wanted fellatio again, some time later.  A lot of Mistresses male friends were quite insatiable like that. The more they  could get,  the more they wanted. Unlike sissies who could and would   only ever helplessly need and swallow obediently.  

Mistress had lots of  female friends and guests who came over usually in the late afternoons or  evenings, before they might go out for the night. They were always so gorgeous  and totally sexy, especially to a locked up sissy. But it was so sensuously exciting to serve the ladies  drinks while they chatted and laughed with Mistress, though they did often  enjoy teasing me terribly. 

Some Mistresses share  their sissies intimate use with their friends, often just pegging sessions and  less rarely oral service. Some Mistresses who might be  a lesbian couple  share a sissy just between themselves. Other Mistresses keep their sissy  strictly private and not even allowing sissy to be seen by other women or  boyfriends. Though the temptation to show off a pretty effeminate sissy to your  amused friends is often eventually irresistible.

Most Mistresses though kept  their sissies intimate use just for themselves and their boyfriends and male  friends but not for other women.

And a  lot of Mistresses, thought that  the

ultimate ideal would be to have a small select or maybe not so small household

of  sissies all jealously competing to serve Her perfectly both domestically and  intimately. Mistress has said that is Her ultimate aim, but She would have to  be much stricter than She was now, as competing sissies need the sting of the  cane or the crop much more often. But that She was also looking forward to that  too.

Just the thought of being only one of Mistresses harem selection  of  sissies made me feel  very quite distraught emotionally, needy  and very vulnerable. Which was  even more desirable from Mistresses point of view. 

Mistress was already  very strict with me, as a sissy always needs to be kept firmly in her place. I  was often caned for the slightest infraction and dissatisfaction, or just on  Her whim, if She so

pleased. Mistress didn’t as a rule cane me before sex, but  often Her caning me led Her to be aroused, so one thing would lead to another.  In a lot of cases I might be caned and dismissed back to my chores. Mistress  would sit and savour Her growing desire until later. She had the luxury of  anticipating Her climax, so could wait and enjoy the build up to Her orgasm. 

Sir & real men on  the other hand were always encouraged to spank or paddle me before sex.  Mistress liked to watch me put over a friends knee, my skirt lifted up and my bottom spanked. Sometimes I would be gagged with my own panties and sometimes  Mistress might remove Her own warm silk panties to gag me with. 

There was also a leather  tawse, or strap, that Sir could use. And on occasion, for some of Her  boyfriends if they so chose a cane, but only the thick rod, not Mistresses  favoured springy canes. Mistress Herself liked to use the thick rod for 6 then follow  up with 6 or 12 with the springy cane. 

It was especially  humiliating being put over His lap because no matter how small my pink chastity  was now, I could still feel it pressed into His legs over His lap. And  furthermore knew acutely that He could feel it too. 

I was always put in my  cuffs for a spanking or for

sex. The patent pink leather belt and cuffs,  keeping my wrists tightly held behind me up my back. It was very cute watching  my little hands clench in impotent pique and humiliation as I was  spanked. Or at least so I was told.

Some Mistresses and Sirs  didn’t use the cuffs or used them selectively. Preferring curtsy cuffs, where  sissy hold the hem of her skirt until permitted to move Her hands again   or similar. Some men liked to hold a sissies wrists firmly behind her while she  is spanked and used. But Mistress mostly liked to Her male friends to  use the cuffs.

Similarly She preferred most men to cum fully inside my mouth,  not blow on my face or dress, but sometimes She enjoyed watching that too. 

Mistress too nearly always used the cuffs for pegging, and sometimes for  cunnilingus too, especially when She was feeling very rampant & horny. But  mostly She liked curtsy cuffs for cunnilingus.    

All of Mistresses male  friends were very well built, not like body builders but buff and very  masculine nonetheless. And usually had very big hands and hard palms, so a  spanking was very effective before sex.

Mistress on the other hand preferred  the acute intense delivery of pain with Her canes or crop for punishment. She could spank quite hard  but that was much more intimate. 

With the Men I was  always spanked or paddled. It put me firmly in my subjugated place when serving  a real man, and made me even more servile and pleasing. When I was with a real  man I was to think only of His pleasure and making my service as enjoyable as  it possibly could  be for Him.

Consequently Mistress and the Sirs liked to  tease me. Either pretending to forget to spank me, so I would have to plead to  put over His knee. Or me suppliant in tears begging not to be spanking. Then to  be reminded that I served so much sweetly after a spanking, and didn’t I want  to please Sir as much as possible ? So then I would have to plead to be spanked  even more fervently. I was spanked before fellatio and often if that proceeded  anal use spanked before being penetrated too.

Occasionally I might be spanked  after penetration too but mostly the men were bored of me after they had cum.  So I just knelt in front of them and licked them clean, whilst they were  generally disinterested. The most I might expect would be a grunt or a pat on  the head or bottom when I thanked them for being allowed to serve and clean  them.  

Some men liked the sissy  to be uncuffed so she could undo His trousers and tease His growing erection  towards her lips, before cuffing her again. Others preferred to open their own  pants and keep sissy in intimate bondage, throughout sex, spanking and foreplay 

Though of course if anyone wanted a drink or other service sissy would be  unbound so she could serve them. Often this might be with my glossy panties  around my ankles, my bottom bright red and smarting.

Sometimes after sex  Mistress liked to instruct me to remove my panties, kneeling to polish Sirs  shoes, when He was wearing them. I found this to be particularly humiliating so  Mistress liked this if She was anticipating oral service later. 

Although these periods  were very intense. For the most part my days were filled with lots of  effeminine domestic chores.

Nearly always performed by hand and to impeccable 

standards. I would wake a couple of hours before Mistress and make sure the  house was perfect. If She had a boyfriend staying over I would wake Him with  fellatio and serve Him breakfast. Usually Mistress like to rise after they had  left, She enjoyed Her privacy at breakfast. I would sometimes be allowed to  help Her bathe then help Her to get dressed before saying goodbye for the day  with  a tearful needy curtsy kissing Her bottom lovingly and longingly.

This was most  weekdays and most weekends She would go out with Her friends during the day too.  Then it was back to my  chores. Firstly hand washing all Her nightwear and sheets. Then if Sir had left  any clothes they would be washed too. And finally my uniforms, stockings and  aprons, also my own sissy baby doll nightwear. Then it was clean and polish the  house from top to bottom.

After that it would be lunchtime, I would be allowed  a 15 minute break to have a small sandwich, usually leftovers from Mistresses  meals or plain salad and cheese, washed down with a small wineglass of  Mistresses room temperature pee. 

I was not allowed the TV  newspapers or internet. The outside world and current affairs and other, any important things are for our superiors to know about and decide, and not for sissies to bother their pretty little heads with. Incidentally I think I was still registered to vote but Mistress of course used my vote. 

For company  there was sissy radio during the day. Song after song  of  sweet and longing love songs, that made me so ache for Mistress while I worked. Interspersed with lots of advice for cleaning and cooking. Lots of makeup and clothing tips, how to keep satin glossy and soft, how to have a lovely smooth apron.

Lots of tips for serving Mistress both domestically and intimately. How to worship and delight Mistress with your tongue, and how to build and build Her orgasms slowly to a crescendo of Her pleasure. 

Plenty of tips for pleasing Sir too. How to maximize His pleasure when you were allowed to suck His glans, Often He would be so eager He would just push deep into your mouth. But sometimes He allowed you to linger on His head briefly. Looking up submissively and adoringly into His eyes as you sucked or waited to swallow a mouthful of His pleasure, always wide eyed and slightly frightened and awe stricken.

‘Did I please Him perfectly?’

‘Is He satisfied?’,

‘Will I punished?’.

Thanking Him with still slightly sticky lips when He allowed you to swallow.

Whispering how thick and manly His cum was how it tasted of His pleasure.

How to resist even more prettily but helplessly when He

penetrated you.

Always to maximize His enjoyment.             

There were tales of sissies who were naughty and received their comeuppance and were then good sissies afterwards. Sissies who learned

little extra lessons to become even better maids. Sissies so in love with their Mistresses, but who always found ways to be more deeply devoted. Chastity, strap on, punishment, discipline discussions and lots of other subjects that were suitable for sissies and naturally were suitable for Mistress to allow their sissies to listen to. 

After lunch I would return to  the laundry room to start to iron all Mistresses things, then Sirs, and then  mine. The only things I didn’t wash during the day were Mistress panties as She  preferred me to do that usually immediately after oral sex. Hand washing Her still warm. moist silk panties whilst She was  still basking in the pleasure of Her orgasm.

When the ironing  was all  finished, I prepared the evening meals and snacks and treats for Mistress and  any guests she might have. If Mistress wanted something very special or  exclusive it would be ordered in and I would prepare it, but mostly I was  expected to excel in the kitchen and in presentation. If there were any sweet  or savoury treats left over usually I wasn’t allowed to have them. Mistress  might take them into work for Her and Her colleagues to enjoy, or simply insist  that I throw them away.

Very occasionally Mistress might feed me a small scrap  of one from Her fingers as a treat. And sometimes one of the Sirs might do so  too, usually a very creamy scrap, and I would have to lick it and suck it from  their fingers while looking deeply into their intense gaze.             

After the cooking,  I would go  round the house  again polishing and scenting the rooms for Mistresses return.  She would return home in  the mid afternoon. I would be gushing and so happy to see Her and to curtsy and  kiss Her bottom eagerly.

Usually She would shush me and would allow me to serve  Her a quick drink then send me back to my chores. 

Sometimes though She  would be quite horny eager and

would send me for Her overlarge and  exaggeratedly phallic strap on. It always felt so big and ravishing, and even  though it was a little painful & uncomfortable, also shameful and  distressing to be cuffed, bent over and penetrated.

I loved it with Her and  loved it as She climaxed to a shuddering orgasm inside me. She loved it too,  coming home and knowing that I would  be always so horny. Cuffing me and  pushing Her warm moist panties into my mouth so I could taste and smell Her  arousal as She stifled mine.

And my cries, my moans of discomfort and distressed arousal  muffled on the lovely damp silk of Her panties. 

Or sometimes She would  have decided to punish me and send me for the canes or crop. It was always  desperately better to be regarded by Mistress for pleasure than punishment.

But  sometimes it was both the harsh leather crop and then the imposing phallus of  the strap on. 

Sometimes Mistress might  return home with friends for drinks and snacks, often just lady friends but  also quite regularly male friends or Her female guests boyfriends who had been  invited round to enjoy my intimate service whilst the ladies watched, or didn’t  watch, as was their whim,  and chatted. 

After any afternoon  guests had left I would help

Mistress bath and get dressed for the evening. I  would be allowed to shave Her legs and Her pubic mound. She didnt actually need  to do this as chemical epilators worked so well these days but She enjoyed me performing this intimate duty.

Mistress would then get ready for Her evening, She mostly went  out with friends or boyfriends and sometimes stayed in alone to watch a film or  chat with friends on Her tablet with me in rapt attendance, in between my  evening chores.

She liked me iron, fold and scent Her panties in the evening. 

Especially if She had a boyfriend staying over I would do this while they were  in the bedroom together. 

If Mistress had gone out  I would continue to clean and polish the house in my uniform until 8 then go to my little room and put my nightie on and get into bed. But When She  returned later I would either serve her in my nightie, or put my maids uniform back on, to serve. I would usually be allowed to have my enema and final toilet at this time too. But Mistress would often tell me beforehand to wait until she returned home.

Sometimes She didnt come  home for the night. And sometimes She might send one of Her friends round to supervise my bedtime routine. Often Her friend would be accompanied by a boyfriend who would enjoy fellatio and maybe anal too, as compensation for His inconvenience. Sometimes Mistress would just send round one of Her boyfriends too, who would expect the same. 

They took great delight in leaving me a sticky mess, not being allowed to clean myself up till morning. Mistress might also enjoy punishing me for being in such a state, if She returned home before I cleaned myself in the morning. Or if She wanted to check on me on one of the house cameras. 

If She came home with a  boyfriend I would attend them with drinks and service until they were ready to  sleep.  

If just Mistress came home I would dress Her for bed and then be allowed  to toilet and have a hot enema before putting my own pink glossy baby doll on. 

Mistress would allow me to toilet, usually pee, in the morning, with our strictly  controlled diets it is mostly just pee, with a tiny amount of faeces in the  evening, before the hot enema. Never enough to feel full, or to interfere with  anal sex though.

In the mornings though She would often forget on purpose.  Sometimes in the late afternoon and usually just before bedtime and my enema. She  would take me to the toilet and watch, making sure I sat demurely and wiped like  a good sissy.

Sometimes She might get Her boyfriend to take me, that was  especially humiliating.    

If I was very fortunate  I would serve Mistress

intimately before She went to sleep and if I was even  more fortunate I would be allowed to sleep with Her spooning and cuddling with  Her, while She drifted off to a happy and very satisfied sleep.

Even though I  was always very needy and sexually denied, swollen but soft and tiny in my  chastity, and feeling the phallic plug so deeply, but trying to stay still so  as not to disturb Her. She often commented dreamily, as She drifted off to  sleep that She could still feel my little sissy squirms and it made Her so  happy. 

At other times I would sent to sleep in my little room attached to Mistresses room, but usually with the door open so I could listen to Her sleeping and be called easily if She wanted me.   

I loved sleeping with Her, but also loved that it was Her decision if She wanted to send me to my little room so She could sleep alone  Always after serving Mistress I was always so especially  content and happy to be Hers.

I love you so much Mistress, thank You Mistress.