Whilst I was busy at my chores, cleaning the hotel, polishing the tables and floors, scrubbing and cleaning everything so it was all absolutely perfect for our superiors. Kept in permanent chastity we are constantly helplessly in a state of heightened arousal
I always inadvertently start to squirm and grind up and down on my cock plug while I work. Rhythmically my squirming and bobbing matching how my head would bob on His massive cock, when He pushed deep into my mouth, His throbbing glans at the back of my throat, huge swollen manly balls on my chin as I gagged on His girth. Imagining His thick eruption filling my mouth and then spurting sticky all over my lips and face. The always strong smell and taste of His creamy pleasure, especially pungent first thing in the morning. Making me choke and splutter even more so.
How wonderful it must be to be Him to be woken like that.
How wonderful to be Him to command me to my knees before Him whenever He wanted.
And how wonderful to wake and serve Him in such a submissive manner. And to look up at Him in
subservient awe, your mouth full of His cum, spluttering and choking, waiting desperately to be given permission to swallow, to breath properly again. To hope you have pleased Him. And then to be allowed to swallow His pleasure thanking Him in tiny gasps and pants. For being allowed/chosen to please Him, for being allowed to swallow, for being allowed to taste His manly cum. Whispering suppliantly desperate to know if you pleased Him? Knowing you will be punished and deserve to be punished severely, with the cane or crop if He less than totally satisfied. But also so emotional & needy, pathetically so to know that He is pleased.
And to be sent, dismissed so casually back to my chores, used and discarded in tears.
How He totally ought to have that pleasure & sexual satisfaction & how I so deserved to be kept locked
up, kept tiny and swollen but soft in my chastity so I could please Him, to be treated this way. And how I loved this inescapable fact about being a feminized owned sissy. And how it aroused me terribly and made my arousal that much more frustrating and deserved.
I was squirming hotly now. I glanced down the corridor at the other working sissies I knew they were each thinking and squirming unconsciously too. Avoiding but catching each others furtive glances. Looking down furiously, burning with hot shame, knowing that the shame and humiliation would make you suck His cock that much hotter.
My sissy thoughts and desires spinning round in fervid circles
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.
Or locked in cuffs, gagged with your own panties, held down, face down and penetrated. Struggling feebly weakly against the cuffs, His strength His urgency. Whimpering and crying, protesting helplessly, Muffled by the panties stuffed into your mouth, gagging you. As hold you down, presses you down, forcefully spreading and splitting your cheeks entering you. Impaled on His hug cock as He sissy rapes your ass. His enjoyment enhanced by your struggling. The more you pressed back the more He enjoyed pushing inside you. Your distressed moans and whimpers exciting Him, increased His lustful pleasure, just as always does for Mistress with Her strap on. Your feelings inconsequential, irrelevant to His superior enjoyment and pleasure. & He would continue until He was satisfied, or Mistress till She came with strap on deep inside you, arousing you enormously, inexorably, but always locked in chastity. And only He would cum or She orgasm. As soon as He was finished you would be plugged again and pushed down on your knees to thank Him and lick Him clean. Or more often than not with Mistress put between Her thighs for another follow up slow orgasm, while She sat or lay back.
Never being allowed release we sissies spend our waking hours and dreams constantly aroused. Getting
hotter as I worked more and ever more exited. How small and tight my locked chastity felt, every waking hour.
Then the sharp sudden sting of the sissy hurry crop on my rear.
“Get on with your chores sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
I curtsied, my legs stinging.
She watched with satisfaction my awkwardness and discomfort. The pain and fear in my voice and posture.
Tapping the leather of Her boot sharply with Her crop, She laughed icily and strolled away down the corridor.
I glanced behind me at Her lovely bottom in Her figure hugging matt leather look leggings. I could tell by the way She walked that She was slightly aroused. Sissies are very finely tuned to the subtle and sometimes not so subtle arousal of our female superiors. With the Sirs its usually very evident. Mistress and the Misses generally disapproved of masturbation in the scene. Sissies were unsurprisingly never allowed to masturbate. The hormone regime and the appropriately petite chastity enclosure, kept sissy tiny and soft, though constantly swollen with excitement, never getting hard, to masturbate, or to cum. And for the Ladies
they mostly preferred to have a sissy pleasure them, or have sex with their boyfriends, rather than masturbation. Though it was entirely their choice, as much as it was never our choice as sissies. It was pleasant for them enjoying the buildup and knowing that when they got home their own sissy would always be waiting eagerly with her hot little tongue. The Men sometimes wanked but that was their choice and why wank when sissies eager to please mouth is always available.
How wonderful it would be to be them, and how perfectly we wanted to serve them.
Later in the laundry my mouth and face still felt sticky from waking the Sirs. After waking the Sirs we
had been left facing the wall in the servants area of the hotel, waiting to be assigned our morning chores. Waiting faces still sticky with Sirs waking pleasure. Then as usual we had taken down our panties and wiped each other faces with them, before putting them back on and resuming our chores, sometimes the Misses also liked us to swap panties.
Now in the laundry room we were all hand washing the female guests lingerie. Kissing and curtsying to each item and imagining how lovely the Lady was wearing the item. Then dutifully & respectfully hand washing the silk garments.
One of the Misses came in and opened the window sitting down and lighting a smoke. I was sent to fetch Her a cup of coffee, then another of the House Misses came in and joined Her I hurried back to the kitchen for a another coffee. I served the coffee and curtsied then waited obsequiously if they wanted anything else. The 2nd Miss sipped Her coffee then feigned to noticed me.
“What are you standing there for sissy, get back to your little chores.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied and hurried back to the heap of silk underwear to be washed.
“And all of you sissies hurry along with your chores, unless you want to be bent over and encouraged to hurry.” She said with a loud swish and thwack from Her hurry crop.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We all chorused frightened, sweetly and obediently.
The other Miss laughed dismissively and the two ladies sat in the cooling breeze from the window drinking coffee and smoking. The breeze never got down to where we were working, in the sticky humid heat and intimate smells of underwear. But the wafting aroma of the coffee and tobacco teased and tormented us, sissies were never allowed such indulgences.
The House Misses often enjoyed taking breaks relaxing and watching us work. It was satisfying and had
a pleasant sense of asymmetry. Most males even sissies, do not have an appreciation for the standards domestic duties, that women did. Of course owned sissies very soon learned an acute appreciation for these things. The cane or crop is a perfect tool to teach and control a sissies behaviour. In the dismal past it was common law that a man could use a rod as thick as his thumb to punish his wife, she being the subordinate inferior partner. Now it was considered appropriate and desirable to keep sissies under very strict corporal punishment. And legally permissible for sissies as long as no permanent, irreversible damage was done. And even that was subject to pages and pages of small print under sissy contact law, all in favour of the legal owner of the sissy, once sissy had signed away her rights.
Sissies who might have previously enjoyed the fantasy of a spanking or paddling, learned to fear corporal punishment as it was meted out so uncompromisingly. Learned very quickly to be constantly anxious, in fright of being seen in terms of punishment rather than obedience or pleasure. And it was sexual, making you feel totally vulnerable and desperate to be obedient and to be seen to be totally submissive and obedient. Administering strict corporal punishment was also highly satisfying and enjoyable for our superiors.
The Misses relaxed and the sissies worked away attentively and constantly in fright of the cane or crop, just as they should be. Each sissy trying to work that much harder, that much more perfectly. Not just to avoid the sting of the crop on our bottoms and legs, but to please our superiors.
Then the door opened and one of the male guests Sirs came in and joined the Misses for a cigarette. We all looked up anxiously and desperately to Sir curtsied and hurriedly resumed our chores.
“Good morning Sir.” We all said as one sweetly
“Get on with your chores sissies” He instructed us dismissively.
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” We curtsied & chorused together, grateful that He had even bothered speaking to us.
We were squelching and grinding on our plugs, as we worked now. With a Sir in the room the air
seemed to be stinky and sticky with the scent of sex and fear. It wasn’t of course but we were auto conditioned to think it was. He walked over to us and one by one slipped His hand under our skirts into our panties fondling our quivering bottoms and feeling the outline of our tiny locked chastity cages. Then having made His choice He told the sissy working opposite me to fetch the pink cuffs. She did so breathlessly, nearly in tears of fright now, and was quickly cuffed and gagged with Her panties. She was dent down over the table face pressed down in the still to be washed underwear. He drew back the leather paddle behind and she whimpered fearfully, then squealed in pain at the first blow, sobbing into the gag as He gave her 12 strokes with the wide inflexible paddle. We all continued working fearfully, each of so glad not to be her and so wishing to be her at the same time. He then unlocked and removed her phallic butt plug. Leaving the pink 12” cock in front of her in front of all of us as He spread her buttocks and split her with His manly cock. The plug seemed to throb as He fucked her and throb as much as we throbbed and squelched on our own plugs. Subconsciously matching His rhythmic thrusts, but never daring to slacken our work pace. We were panting and gasping with helpless need as much as she was spluttering and chocking into the panties stuffed into her mouth.
Then with a satisfied grunt and groans of pleasure He was finished. Sissy was quickly plugged and on her knees licking Him clean and thanking Him. She was equally as quickly ordered back to Her chores.
I was sent again for coffees for all three of the superiors, this time with a dash of brandy for Sir. When I returned He kept me next to Him fondling my bottom as I squirmed. Was He going to fuck me as well, did He want fellatio? Oh I so wanted to serve Him to feel Him inside me, as much as it frightened and shamed me to serve real Men. Then He slapped my bottom and sent me back to my hand washing. I curtsied and looked up at Him desperately as I resumed my chores.
I needn’t have been so desperate in rejection though as another Sir came into the room, a couple of minutes later. He commented on the delightful smell of sex and fear from us sissies, as He fondled us. His cock was massively hard already as He pressed himself against me. Forcing me to wiggle slowly up and down, massaging His cock with my bottom. He felt so huge, He would split me. I was gasping softly and squelching in frightened arousal. The other sissies were watching in disdain and envy, what a little bimbo I was, what a slut, how I would deserve a severe paddling or tawsing before He raped my ass.
I had behaved the same way with the other Sir too, we all did. We were so needy to please Him, for Him
to find us pleasing.
Then just as I thought He was about to choose someone else He quickly locked me in the leather cuffs me. So swiftly and expertly too, I had squealed so prettily in fearful delight until He panty gagged me.
He had removed my panties but instead of gagging me with them He took the panties down from the other sissy and gagged me with them. They were still wet and sticky with thick cum. She was given my panties to put on.
He paddled me hard and then raped me in front of the Misses and the other sissies as they continued working, watching me with hot little glances, wanting to see, wanting not to see, wanting to not get caught watching, but also totally relieved to not be in my place, but wanting so longingly to be in my place.
He came quickly very thickly. And He was still very hard when I was licking Him clean and then spurted another surprise load into my face. This was unusual but not that rare, He pushed His still hard swollen cock, throbbing now into my mouth and filled it.
I looked up at Him in awe as He told me I could swallow, how wonderful it must be to be Him, to cum like that.
“Thank you Sir, did sissy please You Sir.”
"Go and fetch coffee for us sissy, with a little whisky pick me up."
I was told by one of the Misses.
"Yes Miss, thank You Miss." I said curtsying.
When I returned with the coffee on a serving tray, I was ignored for a short while then I served the coffee to each of them with a curtsy.
I stood waiting in attendance until Miss told me curtly
"What are you waiting for sissy, mincing around Sir like a hot little slut, get back to your chores immediately."
"Yes Miss, thank You Miss." I said curtsying.
“Yes get back to your chores sissy.” Sir said offhandedly.
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I curtsied, hurrying back to my chores my bottom and face was still all sticky with His enjoyment.
Shortly after Sir left the two Misses declared it was too sultry and stuffy in the laundry room, and left to sit outside in the morning sun. The House Misses didn’t actually do very much work during the day or evenings just supervising and punishing us sissies as we worked.
The Misses closed the window and the heat quickly became even more humid we obviously continued
to work in the heat and smell of sex and fear, simmering to serve obediently later. We all didn’t dare slack or loosen our dutiful performance. We would all be bent over and cropped severely for any real or perceived dalliance or imperfection. Not to mention the cameras all over the hotel, monitoring our service.
Then throughout the morning myself and the other sissy were frequently called upstairs to serve drink and perform fellatio. A sissies oral service is always much improved by anal use first. The other sissies were squirming jealously when we came back down to the laundry room, shamed and humiliated with cum all over our faces and the front of our maids uniforms. By the hot moist stickiness in your panties as you squelched with helpless need for His cock inside you. To feel Him cum inside you His massive explosion of His pleasure, His approval even if He dismisses you in tears afterwards.
But we would all also get to please the Sirs with our hot eager little
mouths and bottoms all afternoon, as every afternoon. I was already getting so hot and desperate just thinking about the afternoon. In the busy periods a popular service was hooded or blindfolded service. Hooded in a close fitting leather bag hood and gang banged, without ever seeing the Sirs faces. Gasping and sobbing in the total darkness of the hood, spluttering on a panty or cock gag. Although sometimes the Men liked to keep you ungagged in the hood so they could enjoy your helpless cries as they fucked you.
Afterwards you would be led out of the room still hooded, often with your panties around your ankles. The Men often liked to dismiss sissies with their panties down around the ankles. And although the short leather hobble strap was the same very short distance, it was a good symbolic look for sissies.
You might get sent to the cleaning stalls afterwards and clean the Men through the enlarged glory holes,
but on busy days you never knew who you were cleaning. If they were from your session or another sissies. This was by design for the enjoyment of the Men.
There would often be two or three sissies lined up at the holes licking the Men clean. Sissy would be feeling totally sexually emasculated & humiliated, used, abused and discarded, as sissies should feel serving real Men. Licking and swallowing the spent now sticky sexual fluids from the mens cocks, thanking the Sirs pathetically & listening to the Men laugh and joke with each other on the other side of the glory holes. Then afterwards running and fetching drinks in the main lounges again. Not knowing if the Sir you were fetching a drink for had just enjoyed your ass. On very busy days in the hot summer you might be sent hooded to the private rooms for gang bangs several times in an afternoon. As well as serving Sirs individually orally and anally. It really depended on their and only theirs preferences.
It wasn’t unusual on busy afternoons to be used by at least 10 different Men, or
maybe the same Men multiple times. On these hot afternoons the female guests would generally be relaxing by the pool or at the private beach, leaving their male companions to enjoy the sissies sexual service. There was also lots of Men who came as singles just to enjoy the resort and the sissies.
By the evening you would be feeling very sticky, sore and tender, but of course you always had to serve and move perfectly, prettily and gracefully unless you wanted to feel the corrective sting of the crop, on your perfect mincing posterior.
Mistress and the House Misses were always looking at ways of extending the busy season, so they could maximize the economic exploitation of the maids. And often in the quiet seasons now we could be rented out to clubs or for parties under the strict supervision of a Sissy Pimp or Whore Mistress.
In the laundry room the underwear and all the panties especially were pegged up individually and grouped per room number. When they were dry later in the afternoon they would be ironed, scented and carefully folded. Then taken on trays to the rooms. If the Lady was in residence you would curtsy and thank Her for the privilege of washing Her panties, before putting them away. If She was out, as She
most likely would be, sissy would leave a small white rose in a vase on Her drawers to thank Her. Often if She was in, Her boyfriend would be with Her too, having a lazy afternoon getting ready to or waiting to out. Often He would be bored and would want a quick blow job or to give you a spanking before you left. Sometimes He might fuck you but generally the women preferred not to watch that.
Sometimes the couple might be getting ready to have sex and sissy would be instructed to face the wall, then to change the sheets & lick the couple clean afterwards. Previously Mistress had not wanted Her sissies to kiss or lick female guests clean, instead to just to use moist silk towels. However recently She had decided if it was just for cleaning and done respectfully She approved. It also added a new layer of intimate sexual humiliation to our service, which improved especially our oral service for the Sirs.
Mistress was also considering extending our intimate service to the female guests. We would never be allowed to orgasm or release anyway. However Most Mistresses preferred their own, or a select few sissies, strictly trained to their own preferences and intimate pleasure, for Her oral service. And Mistress too enjoyed the fact that we were exclusively for Her sexual enjoyment & pleasure. Serving the Men didn’t count as we were just, bimbo & whores, sexual toys for them. And Mistress considered that to be foreplay for us to serve Her.
All the ladies and House Misses on the scene often liked to dress so very sexily too. Which excited us terribly. Especially as we had to curtsy & kiss their bottoms in greeting. Only on the slight underside of each cheek not between the cheeks as we did with Mistress or on Her soft lovely pubic mound. Kissing their bottoms was an extra sexual humiliation and taunting us we would never usually be allowed to serve the ladies intimately. But would only make us hotter and more desperately needy for Mistress. Mistress said She loved having Her own little harem, and the fact that there was now 51 of us to choose from, delighted Her and made us that much desperate and jealously competitive to please Her. And She fully intended to continue adding to Her collection.
Sissies with deep effeminate needs are mercilessly exploited by dominant females and males, as indeed they ought to be.
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