It had been a busy morning. We sissies are always up just before first light, to get dressed and begin cleaning the hotel. This morning I had been sent to kneel outside the guests rooms and polish the mens shoes. The house Misses knew that I found that performing these types of domestic chores for the Men especially emasculating and sexually humiliating so that was often one of the morning chores I was assigned to. The more humiliated a sissy was the more eager she was to sexually please. I also would be be waking two of the guests with my hot mouth later that morning. I was squirming in my cage and on my plug with sexual fright and arousal. I was polishing the shoes with my panties from my nightwear, they were still soiled and sticky from serving the Masters the night before. We sissies sometimes had to refer to the Sirs as Master when we were serving them intimately, depending on their preference. Mistress said it was good for sissies to call real Men Master, it emphasized our total inferiority to them, and to the Misses and Mistress too of course.
I had to lick the glossy pink fabric to moisten it to polish the shoes. As I licked the cum on the fabric
became smelly and stickier again. Every so often one the Miss on morning duty would walk past, and every so often She would strike my bottom sharply with the crop, quite lazily and casually, She was only half awake, but stinging and acutely painfully nonetheless.
“Pay attention sissy, work harder sissy, stop thinking about your locked up little clitty sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I would quickly stand up and curtsy whimpering fearfully.
“Just think about how much the Sirs are going to enjoy their wake up blow jobs sissy, and their polished shoes.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” With another curtsy
This made me squirm even more hotly in my chastity and on the plug.
I heard the Miss walking away snorting derisively with disdain and amusemnent, as I quickly knelt back down and hurried on with the polishing.
Other sissies were also polishing shoes or cleaning the hotel down the hallway. Only stopping very briefly if a Miss or superior passed, to quickly stand up and curtsy. Mostly this would be ignored by the superior, but we all knew fearfully that we would be punished severely if a superior wasn’t satisfied with the perfection of our curtsy or the respectful submissiveness in our sweetly whispered good morning Miss, Sir or Master.
One of the favourite chores in the morning was attending the house Misses as they relaxed in the staff area drinking coffee and smoking, usually with the veranda doors open in the cooling breeze. Mostly the Misses liked to gossip and chat, but sometimes they would chat to the sissies in attendance too. Telling sissy about their evening or night out. Sometimes the Miss might have just come straight from a night
out and sissy would be required to undress Her and change clothing. Sissy would then get to hand launder Misses things which was nice treat for her. Mostly in the very early mornings the Misses were friendly and content to mildly tease sissy, though occasionally Miss might be extra annoyed to be on the early shift and sissy might get a sharp lash from the crop or worse.
Of course the favourite duty was attending Mistress but She was very rarely awake before late morning, but even being sent up to the to private floors mid morning to clean and prepare for when Mistress wakes was heavenly.
Inadvertently I had started squirming up and down on my plug while I worked in rhythm, matching how my head would bob on His cock, when He pushed deep into my mouth, as I polished the shoes. Looking down the corridor at the other sissies I knew they were doing the same unconsciously too. Glancing up we caught each other eyes glancing furiously
with shame, imagining His cum all over my face, filling my mouth with His thick pleasure. How wonderful it must be to be a Real Man here and be woken by our hot little mouths on their cocks. To start the day like that & to cum whenever He wanted too, how wonderful to be a superior. And how appropriate is was for us sissies not be allowed to cum, so we could concentrate on pleasing them perfectly. The more I thought about the more exited I got and the smaller and tighter my locked chastity felt.
One of the Misses strolled past, I stood up quickly and curtsied, She noted the awkwardness and discomfort as I hurriedly stood and laughed. Tapping the leather of Her boot sharply with Her crop.
“Hurry up with your chores sissy and stop thinking about Sirs cock, well keep thinking about pleasing
His cock sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss, good morning Miss.” I replied curtsying.
She didn’t reply and I quickly but gracefully knelt back down, smoothing the hem of my dress into a pretty circular pattern and hurrying on with the polishing. There was at least another dozen pairs of shoes to polish before it was time to wake the Sirs. And I knew that I had been requested for two of the Sirs. Nearly all the Men liked to be woken with fellatio so we all got to please the Men in the morning.
Swallowing a real mans cum was the perfect way to start a sissies day, the Misses would say. Even though we had all already been awake for at least a couple of hours. We were effaced and inconsequential, the day started with the superiors day
Then after waking the Sirs we would be assigned to our daily chores. The very lucky sissies would be chosen to attend Mistress and to perform domestic duties in Her private apartment. Some of the sissies were put on breakfast duties helping cook & serving the guests breakfast. Other on cleaning duties. I was being sent to the laundry room washing the underwear and panties for the female guests. There was also a laundry room for the male guests.
Hand washing the Misses panties, slips and nightwear was one of our favourite jobs, even though the room was very hot and sticky and could be quite smelly, we loved washing the lovely silk things and serving the ladies in such a domesticated but intimate way. I was lucky to be chosen for this quite often because the Misses knew it excited my so much and also because frequently the male guests used to like to come into the room and rape one of us face down in a pile of still to be washed panties, while the other sissies kept working. And I was popular for that too. Although this morning another sissy was first, it was my turn next and afterwards both of us were called a few times upstairs to serve one of the guests, drinks and fellatio, before lunchtime.
By lunchtime my face and panties were quite sticky and even though I had been allowed to wipe myself down, you still felt hot and sticky all day. I was attending the some of the Misses who were relaxing on the veranda at lunchtime. They were drinking light wine and complaining about the heat. It was so very hot, but they could use the pool to cool down.
I had also been given a small glass of yellow lukewarm pee, one of the Misses had just freshly filled for
me. Mistress allowed us to drink the Misses and female guests pee if they wanted us too, but only from a glass, not directly, intimately, that was only for Mistress. Most domestic sissies only drank their Mistresses pee, but with a hotel of over 50 sissies Mistress liked us to only to drink pee and only female, not male. Although I adored it from Mistress, There wasn’t enough from Mistress for all of us. I also loved it from the Misses. It felt so intimate and submissive.
One of the Misses was teasing me, telling me how when She went home Her sissy was going to be sent immediately for the strap on, how big Her favourite strap on was, and how much I would be sent for the strap on if I was Her sissy.
I was squirming and blushing furiously. She was enjoying telling me how when She went away on vacation. Her sissy was sent to work in one of the resorts, wearing pretty pastel latex sexy waitress uniforms and serving Men all day and night. And that sissy would earn so much in tips that her rental split between Miss and the owner of the resort more than paid for Misses vacation. Another bonus was that the cunnilingus from sissy for weeks after was so devotedly heavenly.
The other Miss was telling Her and me that Her own sissy was the third sissy She had owned and that She liked to start with virgin new sissies but after a couple of years or so would get bored and eventually sell and replace Her sissy. Both Her previous sissies were now owned by one of the big sissy brothel owners and earned Her new owner lots of money serving in the limos and clubs offering sexual services alongside the lap dancers.
She had a little video of the Madame in a lovely leather jacket and skirt combo leading Her troupe of sissy whores into one of the clubs and all the men in the club cheering and leering at the sissies squirming with trepidation in their pretty little lurid latex mini skirts and dresses and huge heels.
Miss patted my bottom and told me that the sissies usually went from club to club either with their
owner Madame, or in smaller groups a sissy pimp, employed by Madame, club after club or gang bang parties in a usual evening, double that or more at weekends and special occasions.
“But no need to be jealous of all the attention sissy, you earn your Mistress plenty of tips too sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Especially with the hood sissy, your juicy little ass is very popular.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered & curtsied grinding with fright on my plug at the thought of the hood. Knowing that it was going to be a very long afternoon.
It was a very long and sticky afternoon and when it finally quieted down I was called to attend the 2
Misses again who were relaxing by and swimming in the pool with some chilled wine, nearly at the end of their shift. Most of the guests had either already gone out, were having an afternoon siesta, or getting ready for the evening. Most guests in the hotel went out for the evenings. Some of the sissies had been taken back to guest rooms for a more private intimate service. I could see a couple of sissies carrying trays of drinks and hurrying to private rooms. Knocking on the door timidly, knowing that Sir would be enjoying much more than just drinks. You felt so vulnerable and helpless going to the guests room in private, you were totally for His pleasure, totally obedient and submissive. Even though you always were, in His room it felt so much more.
I was hot and sticky but it was lovely to see the Misses relaxing by the pool. Through one of the open windows I thought I could hear a sissy being paddled, the load slap of the thick leather paddle or tawse on her bottom, imagined I could hear Her muffled cries of fear and distress, no doubt with her panties stuffed into her mouth. In public the Men enjoy a hard sound spanking. In the private rooms they often prefer the wide leather paddles or wide leather tawse. Six of the best usually, though one is more that enough, after 2 sissy will be sobbing and
pleading into Her gag. But He will not stop until sissy is satisfactorily put under His discipline.
One of the Misses looked up noting what I had heard and slapped my bottom playfully.
“Don’t you just wish you were her sissy ?” She teased
I curtsied, blushing scandalized.
“Ohh, No Miss, I mean Yes Miss thank You Miss.” The other Miss laughed.
“Just think how hard He will be after He has finished with the paddle sissy.”
“Yes Miss, He will be Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And then swallowing His thick cum obediently sissy.”
At that moment I saw myself kneeling at His feet, my face covered in His sticky cum, waiting to be
given permission to swallow. Totally in awe of Him, His potency, His sexual dominance and freedom. Wondering if after I swallowed, my ass would be next, fearing and hoping in emasculated sissy shame that I would be forced and held down, penetrated, raped for His pleasure.
I could almost feel His thick cock deep in my ass or mouth. Feel His width spreading my cheeks and my sissy pussy. Penetrating me relentlessly, despite my whimpers and my futile gagged protestations and feeble resistance, only serving to enhance His pleasure. Making me even more excited and shamed knowing that He knew, how deeply humiliating and shameful, emasculating anal penetration was for even a totally feminized, sissy. But He held me down and enjoyed my sissy rape even more so, I was for His pleasure. Even though we couldn’t really feel the ejaculation, conditioned to feel that massive explosion of pleasure in our mouths deep in our ass as He came so powerfully satisfyingly for Him. And afterwards I would be left even more helplessly aroused and used and totally denied, as I licked Him clean and thanked Him. Or chocking on His thick load waiting for permission to swallow. Totally in awe of Him, His pleasure and pathetically grateful to be kept locked up so you could please a real man. Often we would wake in the night and feel a tiny damp spot in our panties. A pathetic thin, weak leak, reminding us why sissies deserved to be kept locked up. So that He could cum when we served Him obediently.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered quite breathlessly & curtsied.
The 3 relaxing Misses laughed as I blushed completely flustered.
“Though I think your tight little ass deserves the wide strap or tawse sissy.”
“Ohh Miss.” I whispered alarmed “Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Pretty little things like you should be kept under very strict discipline sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“You serve so much more perfectly when you are kept under perfect discipline sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And that is what is most important, His pleasure, isn’t it sissy ?”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She was fingering almost fondling Her crop as She teased me. I could see She was getting aroused contemplating punishing me, for whatever naughtiness She decided I had committed. I was squirming in fright and rising panic now expecting any moment now to be told to bend over for a cropping. I could nearly taste my panties in my mouth and feel the hot stinging bite of the thin tabbed blade on my rear.
The hurry crop was not as severe as Mistresses punishment riding crop but the Misses were quite expert at delivering excruciating stinging stripes with the springy crop. Especially when it was delivered suddenly and unexpectedly across the tops of the backs of your legs, but also bent over holding your ankles and across your buttocks. Some sissies who had come to the lifestyle through bdsm, had previously found corporal punishment to be sexually exciting. Not so anymore when there was no choice or escape, strictly imposed and totally feared. A well whipped sissy, biting her lip in pain struggling to hold her tears and serve gracefully & perfectly, lest she be beaten again. Sissy might still get sexually aroused but that was totally secondary and wasn’t going anywhere anyway.
The Misses on the other hand did evidently enjoy and were amused by administering corporal
punishment. Sometimes it was just to relive frustration or boredom, but also sexually enjoyable. We were only gagged with Mistresses panties, or our own, for pegging, sexual use or punishment. Although Mistress was also considering allowing the Misses to use their own panties. However one of the more intimate chores was fetching the Misses a change of panties if they wanted a refresh, and washing them for Miss. We loved this little intimate chore, albeit nowhere near as much as we enjoyed washing Mistresses panties. And usually after a cropping and often before too, we would be instructed to bring Her a change of panties, more often or not the worn panties would be very warm and moist if not soaked. Her own loving obedient sissy, waiting at home would usually be the recipient of Misses excitement, or maybe Her boyfriend. And for our part we were usually sent immediately, to serve one of the Sirs, after washing Her panties.
The leather crops were shiny black or red leather and well worn. We usually had to kiss the fearsome implement after punishment, or fetch it crossways in our mouth and the leather stank of sex and fear, our own totally frustrated sexual arousal and rank fright.
While they relaxed in the sun one of the Misses was laughing about when She had taken on a new sissy who was very naïve. The sissy had asked if she ever was allowed a day off, as a reward if she had been very good for instance. The Misses had laughed at that. Sissy-maids and sissy chamber maids don’t deserve days off. Whatever next a day out of chastity ? What a sticky mess sissies would get themselves in, even if our soft little clitties could still produce a little leak of cum. Of course the silly sissy had been caned and been told this is what happens when you are not very good, or if it pleases me to punish you, and sent back to her chores. I had squirmed in embarrassment and fright at this story.
Around this time of the afternoon sissies are often sent to serve one of the Sirs. Hurrying in fright with a tray of drink for Sir. Knocking on His door trembling knowing she will often be paddled or strapped with the tawse before fellatio and anal sex. Sometimes on the tray there will be the leather hood and maybe a cock gag, that Sir has requested for sissy.
One of the Misses glanced down at a message that arrived on Her phone.
Then to my surprise and utter delight I was told to immediately wipe my uniform and panties down quickly, perfume myself and I was sent upstairs.
No doubt the Misses own sissy would be getting a good cropping before a pegging when Miss went home.
I was elated, Mistress had come home early and I was to undress and bathe Her, then get Her ready to go out again later. Her chambers were lovely and cool and She was quite relaxed. After I had bathed and dried Her She knelt me between Her thighs and allowed me to slowly arouse Her by softly kissing Her inner thighs. Then finally She pulled me firmly to Her but still insisted I lick Her slowly but firmly while Her orgasm built and built, until She was moaning and gasping with mounting pleasure then She came moaning hotly with abandoned pleasure, a crescendo of climax after climax. I continued kissing & caressing Her lovingly until She gently pushed me away and told me to fetch Her some wine. I was also given an intimate drink straight from Her loins. Then I hand washed Her panties while She lay on the bed relaxing and watching me squirm helplessly as I washed Her black silky panties. I couldn’t help myself but glance over my shoulder at Her every often loving how happy and satisfied She looked.
I quietly cleaned the room while She had a short late afternoon sleep. Barely able to stop myself from looking at Her and longing for Her while She slept, Her curves accentuated by the lovely silk sheet, draped over Her, filling me with helpless, hapless desire. Then later when She woke I dressed Her for Her evening out. It was one of Her boyfriends taking Her out and He was already evidently horny when He arrived. Sissies always know when a superior is excited, and it always excites sissy terribly but she is always ready to please Him or Her. Mistress loved to tease and She liked to keep Her dates waiting while She took Her time getting ready. I
had dressed Her in a lovely black figure hugging silk night dress with a back open to nearly Her bottom, and plunging neckline. She came down to show Him, teasing Him by asking if He thought She should wear panties or would they show in the dress. Then with twirl She went back upstairs and I was told to stay and keep Sir company.
He was slightly annoyed and was already massive and hard but He still enjoyed spanking me soundly before He pushed me down kneeling between His legs. He came very quickly and thickly. But
because I was in Mistresses chambers He wasn’t to come all over my face, just to enjoy filling my mouth. Leaving me chocking and spluttering waiting for permission to swallow. Mistress enjoyed seeing Her sissies sticky and covered in cum, but in Her private space She thought it unseemly, vulgar and unattractive. He ignored me, on my knees in front of Him, drinking His glass of beer making me wait until Mistress came back then finally told me to swallow dismissively.
Then telling me curtly to be quiet as I thanked Him profusely for being allowed to please Him and to swallow His cum.
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”, I whispered unobtrusively. I always had to thank my superiors.
Mistress was finally ready and they went out. I was
allowed to quickly lick my lips then to kiss Her lovely bottom, She hadn’t bothered with panties. Sir cupped Her bottom appreciatively. At that aching instant I so wanted to be Him just for a few moments. And I knew I never would be & felt so much a pathetic sissy, who deserves totally to be kept tiny and soft, locked in chastity.
After the pair had left one of the Misses came and sat drinking a glass of wine, supervising me while I quickly tidied Mistresses rooms then took me back downstairs to get ready for the late night selection. She hurried my mincing steps along with playful, playful to Her at least taps, from the broad leather tab on Her sissy hurry crop. Of course I couldnt move very fast with the very short hobble strap between the ankles on my maids boots, but I hurried nonetheless.
Most of the other sissies were ready already, and were kneeling quietly facing the wall, or just finishing off their make up, nails or hair. The Misses were quite lenient at these times allowing us to get our makeup perfect, and often making teasing suggestions. We were encouraged to use lots of lips gloss so Sir thought of fellatio, immediately seeing our invitingly glossy wet look lips.
I undressed quickly and was sent into the bathroom. Miss watched as I soaped and scrubbed myself squirming holding the hot enema inside my bottom. I moisturized my body and Miss brought a pastel pale pink latex baby doll for me to wear and told me it was going to be another busy night. I gasped with vulnerable excitement, usually the Sirs who chose the sissies in latex were very demanding.
I curtsied and whispered.
“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.” I replied curtsying, smiling still thinking happily about Mistress and
hoping She was having a nice evening.
After my enema She plugged me with the massive phallic butt plugs we were kept penetrated with and locked it in place. The superiors had access to the keys of course. I was allowed to kiss the bulbous exaggerated glans first and thank Mistress and Miss for penetrating me.
Miss patted my bottom firmly and told me again that if I was Her sissy I would be fetching the strap on a lot.
“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”
“And often my riding crop too sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”
I quickly cleaned my uniform and hung it up to dry. There was a large pink bucket full of sticky sex soiled panties next to the uniforms rail. They would be used as gags and cleaning cloths later. Then in the morning it would one of the sissies jobs to hand wash them.
I wiggled in the tight sticky latex, kneeling brushing my hair.
“Finish your make up, lots of lovely fellatio lip gloss sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”
Then I was left quietly kneeling facing the wall waiting with the other squirming sissies, for the nighttime selection when the guests came back to the hotel.
Each of us squirming on our plugs, hot with helpless arousal, nearly orgasmic hoping to be chosen. Emasculated and totally shamed by our desires to please the Men, to be spanked and fucked by Sir, to be a good sissy for Him. Then dismissed in tears by Him when He is satisfied. Even though there was pretty much a sissy for each guest, we were conditioned to think of ourselves as squirming desperately fervently to be chosen by Sir, as part of a harem for His selective pleasure. Played off against each other jealously competing with the other sissies.
I always wanted to give Sir the best blow job He has ever had. Tonight, tomorrow and forever, adoringly
grateful, submissively looking up into His eyes so He can see how much I want to please Him. Shameful slut, I whispered to myself. Seeing Him already hard and throbbing in my minds eye. Or Him filling my mouth with an endless eruption of thick sticky choking cum. Or forcing me down, face down onto the bed or bench or on all fours panties stuffed into my mouth as He spreads my bottom and penetrates me.
Or Seeing Mistresses bottom in that dress, tasting Her creamy thighs Her warm wetness. Hearing Her cascading moans of pleasure, Her thighs wrapped around my face. Or just to be the lucky sissy washing that dress tomorrow, knowing She had been wearing it with no panties. Knowing She and Her boyfriend would have had hot rampant sex that night after She had discarded the dress.
I was already hot and flustered almost breathlessly nearly orgasmic. Ready to please, like all the other sissies.
The Misses turned the lights out, instructed us to be quiet, apart from tiny soft whimpers and helpless moans, leaving us in the sticky heavily perfumed darkness. Squirming in our chastity and squelching helplessly on our plugs until it was time to be paraded for the Sirs pleasure.
