As rule the clubs maids or waitresses, and sissymaids in general are not allowed to waste any time on idle chit chat, but we are occasionally allowed to chatter if we are working together. We have to chat in breathless hushed but high pitched sissy tones, sissy or bimbo squeak as its sometimes called. And sometimes the superiors tolerate us. At other times we might be told to work in silence or gagged, or punished for our silly sissy frivolity. The Men and sometimes the Mistresses are often amused by our chatter. We are only allowed to talk about pretty things, how beautiful Mistress is , how lovely Her outfit on a particular occasion, our chores, our intimate service. How big Sirs cock feels in your mouth, or blushing in your bottom, Scandalized and blushing with excited shame.
So after my first time, after the Sirs had split & spread my bottom. The other maids were all very excited to hear the details. Apparently being hooded or blindfolded is quite common for the
first time. The sissy feels especially vulnerable and submissive to the Sirs in new way after She is pink pantied and constantly trying to guess if He was one of Her first. My skirt was pulled over my head, but
some sissies are blindfolded or hooded. Other sissies are simply told they are not permitted to look up, whatever happens. In actual fact this is quite impossible not to do accidentally, but the auto conditioning, makes all the faces a blur. When this happens. This also explains why I couldn’t make out any of the Sirs individual voices.
You start to feel very silly and to imagine you can tell who the Sir was by the shape of His cock in your ass, from how you remember them with your mouth, or the way He cums, in thick powerful spurts or quick pulsing spasms of cum. All this is very silly and we know it is completely futile but the Men continue to tease us about it and so do we to each other.
The other sissies told me teasingly, teasing themselves terribly too. That after that first time, it can be quite
evident from the way a sissy squirms and flirts coquettishly with the Sirs after She is first split. Whether or not sissy is really a little bimbo for Mistress or the Sirs, so might end up with a Master, even if she doesn’t yet realize it herself. This is a little unfair as our owners insist we are always demure but flirty with the Sirs. Wiggling our bottoms for them, making sure we always bend over strait at the waist for them so our bottoms are exposed as the very short maids dress and petticoats rises. Squealing so pathetically and prettily when Sir fondles you, pinches or slaps your bottom.
Always with a pretty fellatio pout, lips pursed parted ever so slightly invitingly. And always serving
them breathlessly. Sometimes/often we are punished for being to flirty, and then for being too demure, sissies are not allowed privacy or modesty, sometimes by the same Miss or Sir for the same behaviour, that was expected of you the day, or even a couple of minutes before.
They also told me in breathless hushed wonder. That once when sissies were still allowed to cum occasionally, usually still a ruined orgasm with your clitty still locked in chastity but sometimes not. That gradually as the hormones kicked in the thickness and volume of the sissies splash, never very much anyway, would gradually diminish. So even if sissy was allowed to cum or to have a little orgasm from pegging, it would be a very tiny trickle of watery precum that came out. But then if sissy really needed a Master no matter how much she couldn’t even admit or even recognize and acknowledge her needs to herself. When a Sir took her anal cherry, for the
first time there would be a strong spurt of cum, nothing of course to compare to the spurt of the real Man himself, but evident enough. Even if sissy was still to be owned by Mistress, She might only now sissy to be milked when Sir was fucking her.
I had listened so breathlessly excitedly to these little fantasies. Because Mistress had not allowed me to cum as yet, at this point I was still so, so naïve at this time, nor had She milked me. But I had noticed that after cunnilingus or a pegging there would often be a tiny faint dampness in my panties, which I had never felt happening at the time. And sometimes after an erotic dream, nearly always about pleasing Her, or sometimes very embarrassingly performing fellatio, I would wake up with my baby doll panties feeling very slightly damp. And I had sometimes noticed this when awake after sucking Sir off, or now after He had enjoyed my ass. Although this quite difficult to tell as the Men always left me with sticky panties. But this uncertainty added to the shame and humiliation.
And the more we teased each other with these fetid fantasies and myths the more
we seemed to build on them in our own little heads. The hormones made it so difficult to separate emotions and wishes and hot shameful desires.
The increasing hormone dosage, renders sissies unable to think clearly or sensibly and constantly in a state of emotional tearful fluster and subjugation. I was shocked to realize that I had started using my fingers to count again and frequently lost count. Also I was unable to concentrate on much more than simple written instructions, recipes and other similarly suitable domestic lists for sissies. Anything more complicated than that & my head would start to swirl. Ms had patted my bottom comfortingly when I told Her this, telling me not to worry my pretty little head about such things. The hormones make sissies quickly go from XY to xy+x She told me, which was nonsense I thought I knew. But even so I felt soothed, patronized and soothed but happy to let my superiors worry about such things, while I got on with my chores.
They were a little surprised that my Mistress, Ms hadn’t enjoyed my tongue immediately after my ‘little rape’. They whispered ‘little rape’, scandalized,
sissies are never permitted to say no to a superiors sexual wishes, but we still feel ravished violated. But we must always obey Sir or Mistress. But they also told me than Mistresses also like to keep sissies on simmer after they have been with a Man. The longer the wait the more eager your hot little tongue. And after all you can wait and She is free to have sex with whenever She pleases. I was blushing and squirming when I confessed that the cunnilingus had been very special when She did enjoy my tongue a couple of days later, and that Ms had multiple orgasms, She nearly always did but these seemed especially powerful. I was positively squelching, when one of the Men came into the room and slapped my bottom, telling us all to be silent and hurry on with our chores.
After that we all worked in frightened silence, my bottom stinging, His slap was very hard, and all afternoon I kept wondering if He had been one the men.
The other maids told me that the vulnerable splitting sensation I
And whenever I was sent to one of the private rooms I would be squirming with trepidation. Was I to be punished, to simply serve drinks, for fellatio or to be bent over and raped, quite often it was all those things and sometimes it was one or the other, but standing at the door, usually holding a tray of drinks, and knocking quietly waiting for permission to enter, was now so full of sexual portent. The discrete rooms with the comfortable leather couches for my superiors and the bench for punishment or ravishment, reeked of sex and vulnerability.
Ms would often question me about snippets of these conversations for Her & the other ladies amusement. There were AI controlled cameras everywhere in the club, and they would pick up anything we said or did that would be of interest to our superiors, for punishment or their amusement. A lot of these clips were also sold or streamed quite profitably online. One time She and one Miss and one of the Sirs were sitting enjoying drinks. Miss asked my why I had said that Sirs cum was always so thick and yummy?. I had actually said sticky, but didn’t dare correct Her. And why was I so convinced that Sir had been one of the Men in the room just from the texture of His pleasure. What a silly sissy I was, I was teased and scolded to their amusement.
To make matters worse the women seemed always at least a little intrigued and amused by our little concerns and fancies, or fantasies. But the Men seemed rather indifferent, or at least feigned indifference. we were just there to fuck or to suck, then be sent back to our chores.
Embarrassingly this ‘treat them mean and keep them keen’ treatment made us quite evidently even hotter to please the Sirs, even though most sissies in the club were very much still at the forced stage of the forced bi spectrum, or at least that what we tried to tell ourselves.
“Sissy you must always remember are here for our pleasure not your own pathetic needs and fancies.” Ms scolded me smiling sweetly
“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.” I curtsied frightened
“And in the club especially to please the Sirs.” Ms told me.
“And you are always so needy for my cock sissy.” Sir told me
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“I know you need a good fucking or pegging from time to time sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“Quite so.” Miss and Ms both giggled
“But you are here for my enjoyment, your trifling needs are insignificant sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whispered frightened.
“I think that little bottom of yours need a good hard spanking sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I curtsied
“Or maybe a nice firm paddling.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I squirmed fearfully.
The hard but flexible club paddles were so painful. The leather blade or paddle was wide and long. Capable of covering both buttocks with each
swipe. Not quite as painful as the tawse that some of the Men preferred, or Mistresses sissy crop, that was just a riding crop repurposed. But the long wide paddle was fearsome in its own way, spreading the pain wide and deep fast. Although all of the implements are designed not to leave unsightly marks, my bottom would be left pinked and puffy stinging and smarting for hours afterwards.
Ms told me that She enjoys the loud thwack almost wet sound of the wide paddle, firm but slightly flexible leather meeting trembling soft flesh, as it makes contact with my buttocks and the look of stunned distressed surprise as the first blow landed.
Often when Ms punishes me I will be facing away from Her, with Her behind me. Sometimes facing a mirror so She can see my face & I can see Her with the crop behind me, but not very often. Although I know She finds disciplining me satisfying and foreplay for Her, She likes the punishment aspect to be administered in a very stern and proper manner.
She does love to watch a real Man put me over His lap and spank or paddle me though.
“Eyes down sissy.” He told me,
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
My gaze was always lowered submissively, I did glance quickly at His groin and could see He was already very hard.
“You may face the wall now sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
I was left facing the wall, while they chatted and laughed and then later Sir took me to one of the private rooms for my ‘spanking’ then fellatio and anal. When Sir pulled me over His lap for the paddle I could feel that He was rock hard, in truth this temporarily frightened me more than the leather crop, until the first thudding slap of the leather landed.
After I had licked Sir clean then cleaned and tidied myself and my uniform I served more drinks to the Ms, Miss and Sir. A couple of other Men had joined the table too, but they seemed uninterested in me at least so far.
Ms however continued teasing me but then later also took me to one the rooms for cunnilingus. She was very wet, that evening. Later unusually Miss took me home for the evening I heard Her and Ms discussing how hot my little tongue had been over the phone. Miss’s boyfriend was also very amused but He wasn’t interested in me that night as He and Miss had their own intimate plans, so both I and Misses house sissy squirmed quietly in attendance, before we were sent to bed.
Misses boyfriend Sir, did have me wake Him in the morning with my mouth, and Misses own sissy was very jealous. Sir took me in a taxi to the office today and dropped me off. All the ladies in the office whooped and cat called me as Sir slapped my bottom then got back in the elevator.
Miss didn’t come in till later that day, She didn’t tell me why, and of course it was never my place to
ask. But She did look very pleased with Herself and had that quite evident post orgasm flush about Her.
“Sissy says hello, sissy,” She told me as I brought Her a coffee.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied
“After all my maids and Sir had some fun this morning so I was delayed a little.” She told me crossing Her legs.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied
“Oh sissy you are blushing, now.” She smiled
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Isn’t that sweet sissy, wait till I tell your owner.” She giggled picking up Her phone.
“Oh really, is that so.” I heard Ms’s voice She sounded stern but also amused
Miss giggled as I shivered with fright.
“Oh sissy I think I may have gotten you into a little trouble.” Miss laughed as She put the phone down
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Never mind sissy a good caning, will make that hot little tongue of yours that much more eager and loving, wont it sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered, just thinking about the cane made me feel chokingly apprehensive.
“More coffee sissy, then I’m sure the other office ladies have some chores for you.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I had curtsied again.
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