In fact there were quite a few special visitors for each of us laundry maids. The service was exclusive and very exclusive. There was always a large amount of panties and lingerie to wash, that all had to be hand washed. These came in quite lovely fancy silk sacks usually with the owners name monogrammed on it. We all did these together being very careful not to mix the lingerie up. It wall all individually hung and dried, then each item was ironed, scented if requested and then folded and placed in a delivery box with the sack, for the courier to collect and deliver. This was the standard service and generally cost around a weeks wages per box. Of course sissies are not allowed to discuss money or handle money but we sort of understood it was quite a substantial amount, The panties & lingerie we were told was also equally expensive.
Then there were very exclusive laundry. These were ladies who had paid a lot more to have an individual sissy launder Her delicates exclusively.
The clientele generally liked to meet us at least once. & usually they liked to be reassured that we were
kept strictly in chastity in the laundry.
“Not to worry they are kept strictly in chastity all the time.”
“I hope the maids don’t get themselves too excited washing my pretty things.”
“They are always excited but never allowed to pleasure themselves.”
“Poor little things, they are so winsome and pretty too.”
“Sissies, are always kept appropriately, tiny and soft.”
There is often a little half surprised laugh at this point, from the client.
Sometimes this is genuine and other times just to tease us
“It keeps them winsome and obedient, does it sissy ?.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsy
“She is so sweet.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsy again
Then I will usually serve drinks and attend while the Lady and Miss’s talk about the service, contracts and any extra’s. After the superior leaves I am sent back to my laundry duties, there will still be lots to do and tardiness is not tolerated in maids.
So all the laundry maids, or pantie maids have a few special/exclusive laundries to do as well as the
main laundry. As with all the panties and lingerie each pair must be curtsied to before and after each stage of the process; unpacking, washing with fingertips, pegging & hanging to dry, ironing, scenting, folding and then packing. And each box has little card which we will kiss with our glossy lips leaving a little imprint and the card is embossed with a little x or heart shape too. For the normal as well as the exclusive laundry, except that for the exclusive laundry only the assigned sissy kisses the card. Some of the special laundry cards have a little embossed imprint on it, and this is often an impression of the ladies pressed intimates, as an extra treat for us. Ms doesn’t approve of this really but as the clientele are paying so much extra, She allows it.
In some scenes where ladies are subbies too, sometimes instead of a kiss, the female maid or submissive imprints Her own vagina on the card instead or as well as a kiss. In this scene there are generally only Mistresses, Masters or Sirs and sissies. But there are various sub scenes. Sissies
are always in the most subjugated inferior position. There are scenes which have Mistresses and Sirs, and female maids and then sissy maids, there are scenes where is just Mistress and a female maid. Scenes where it is Master and sissy maid. If sissy is owned by a Man He is nearly always referred to as Master. Also and quite rarely there are some scenes where there is a Master and Mistress, but the Mistress is also submissive to the Master, and then below Her, Her sissy maids and sometimes Her female maids. On this scene it is considered to be rather rude and improper for there to be just a Master and female maid, as the sexual dynamic of this scene is primarily for FLR’s and female sexual pleasure.
Sometimes the Ladies will also send us a little thank you treat. Usually a little expensive chocolate or cake. We aren’t allowed to have these of course, sissies must always watch our figures, even though in this day and age technology has rendered even the fattiest unhealthy foods, harmless and actually full of nutrients.
These are given to our superiors to enjoy, at their leisure. Ms especially likes the little chocolates one client sends me, they are quite delicious I’m told, although Ms will often only eat half then throw the other part away.
There is a little story about a sissy who is offered the opportunity of an annual release and orgasm, or a little chocolate cup cake, all sissies loves candies or chocolate, and any sweet things. But sissy always gives up the orgasm she so aches for and takes the cake, so He can give it to Mistress. It seems rather soppy and sickly sweet but that illustrates how sissies kept in chastity feel about their owners.
We are very rarely allowed anything sweet and never anything spicy, these things are for our superiors. But sometimes Ms or one of the Sirs might allow us to eat part of an unwanted sweet pastry from their fingers, sat on His lap or kneeling on a cushion on the floor beside Ms. The superiors are rather considerate to maids, allowing us to have a little patent leather heart shaped cushion, glossy pink of course, to kneel for intimate service. To
save our stockings Ms will say, we will often be allowed to sleep with the cushion hugging it and thinking about serving our owners longingly.
It can be quite stuffy and smelly working in the laundry filled with odour of soiled underwear & panties. But one thing is quite odd, none of the underwear is heavily soiled or with blood, its almost as if the underwear is pre washed or pre selected. I suppose the ladies do like to keep something private for themselves. Ms tells me that maybe its because refined ladies like to have fresh panties regularly, so there is never any deep soiling. She Herself like to change panties if She gets even a little aroused. That is unless She likes to make them very damp so She can then remove the intimately soaked item and gag me with them for a pegging or punishment.
Hand washing all these lovely things you cant help but get a little excited and aroused thinking about their lovely and often very glamorous owners, and we sissies do like to chatter and tease each other while we work. The Lady or Sir supervising us for the day will allow this. Telling us in a quite condescending
manner that we all sound so happy to be in our proper place, washing panties of ladies who will never allow us anything more than that.
Even with our private owners Ms will tease me that Her sissy remove Her panties to wash them, whereas She, or Sir removes Her panties to have sex. And that me hand washing Her panties after sex, is a sweet and very intimate way of putting me firmly back in my place. It also maximizes my humiliation and continued heightened arousal, knowing She has climaxed while I am not permitted to. But like most things there is a little caprice and
inconsistency in the narrative, but that is for my owner and superior to decide.
It is quite hot and stuffy work, especially in our tight glossy uniforms and the smell although very lovely and appropriately intimate for sissies can be overbearing. Only the area where the supervisor sits is air conditioned, although the intelligent AC also follows Him or Her around if they decide to inspect your work. So if your work is being scrutinized you get the cooling effect too, but you are usually too frightened by the possibility of Him or Her finding fault & being punished, to appreciate the AC at this point. And there is an awful lot of laundry to do every single day. But it is preferable to cleaning the toilets, scrubbing and polishing the tables and surfaces of the club, or on all fours cleaning and polishing the floors, and all the other seemingle endless chores in the club. But all these things will have to be done later as well.
Mostly it is one of the Sirs who supervises us, and they will generally watch over us grumpily first thing in the morning and then quite casually when He wakes up properly later, mainly sitting in the AC office area, raised above the
laundry via steps leading to the small patio outside. Mostly He will be listening to music, or watching a film or sports on the monitor, sometimes playing games to pass the time. Every so often He might come down and watch us for a few minutes. At other times He will call one of us over to fetch Him a drink or snack and He will want fellatio. Sometimes He might have us on His lap impaled and squirming and grinding up down on Him till He cums. But mostly during the day its just fellatio.
The chosen sissy will be spanked, or paddled before fellatio. One afternoon one of the sissies was called over and put over His lap for a loud spanking. Sir looked over and caught me glancing up from my laundry and called me over.
“Do you want a spanking too sissy.”
“Yes Sir…no Sir, I mean…, yes Sir thank You Sir.” One was never allowed to say no to a superior.
“Am I here for your needs sissy ?.”
“No Sir, I mean please Sir sissy doesn’t know how to answer Sir thank You Sir.”
I felt so tongue tied and confused, whatever I said He could punish me for if He chose too.
“Maybe you don’t want a spanking sissy but you definitely need one sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whimpered curtsying
“And because you have bothered me with your little ‘needs’ I think a paddling is only fair, that is fair isn’t it sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I curtsied again, tears welling in my eyes now.
“Get over my lap immediately.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
He pulled off my panties and stuffed them into my mouth
“And I think I’ve heard enough from you sissy.”
My reply was muffled
“Fetch me a coffee, Irished, then get back to your laundry duties.” He told the other sissy
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” She replied I could hear the disappointment in Her voice.
I was paddled very severely, then He pushed me between His legs, He was raging hard and I so wanted
to please Him, to placate Him, to thank Him for keeping me perfect discipline, to swallow His cum. He filled my mouth and covered my face with His lusty pleasure. And left me kneeling there choking waiting for permission to swallow while He checked something on His phone.
Finally He looked down at me, and gave me permission to swallow
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I gasped breathlessly through sticky lips.
“Clean yourself up sissy then get back to your chores.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
I hurriedly wiped my face and the top of my uniform with my panties and licked them clean, before putting them back on. Unlike serving in the club where the Men like to send you away with a sticky face and sticky panties after sex. In the laundry we have to keep ourselves very clean and tidy, as the clients pay for perfect service.
On occasion in the past if there has been a Sir on duty He has sometimes invited His friends in to have a drink or two in the long afternoons. And they have sometimes gang banged one or several of the sissies face down in a pile of lingerie. That will all need to washed & ironed again. Naturally the sissies are punished for this for being to flirty and salacious for the Men. But the Men are strongly discouraged from this behaviour too, as if a client finds out She might cancel Her contract. So and although this has never happened while I have been in the laundry and most of the other maids don’t remember it happening either, it is a constant fear. Raped then cropped severely for something that isn’t your fault and you could do nothing to prevent. So whenever another Man comes into the laundry however briefly there is a collective gulp or gasp of fright. And I can already feel the leather crop hitting my bottom.
“Oh before you mince off, fetch me another coffee, and an orange juice, I am quite thirsty now after our
little session sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“Good girl.” He tells me as I curtsy after serving His drinks.
I could almost burst with happiness, the only thing better than being called a ‘good girl’ by Sir after fellatio, is being called ‘good girl’ my Mistress after cunnilingus.
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I curtsy again
“Back to your pantie washing sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
I am directed to join the other sissy standing facing her, each with our own pile of special washes.
My bottom is stinging terribly now.
“Does your bottom hurt ?”
“Yes does yours still hurt.”
“I’m glad your bottom is stinging.” She tells me jealously, she had wanted to please Him so much we all do.
I can see her wincing slightly from the pain in her behind. He spanks hard and paddles harder. No matter
how much it hurts we always have to work prettily and gracefully. But sissies can easily see the signs of things, the little half tearful winces and ooh so gingerly careful movements. So can the superiors, or al least the Ladies, the Sirs don’t really seem to care that much, and they find it quite sweet and amusing. My bottom is stinging terribly too, but I am glad I still have the taste of His cum in my mouth.
I purse my lips in my best fellatio pout and blow her a kiss, with a little curtsy.
I hadn’t realized but Sir has been watching, He comes down holding the tawse now and presses it to our bottoms in turn.
“Kiss and curtsy nicely maids and get on with your chores unless you want more of a taste of this. He gives Her a loud thwack, then me, and another to each of us.
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” We both say together curtsying to Him, then to each other.
We kiss full on the lips, glossy fellatio lips to glossy fellatio lips. Then we curtsy again.
“Back to your pantie washing sissies, lots to do and club needs your domestic services after that.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” We both curtsy and chime together, hurrying back to our respective piles.
As He casually goes back to watching whatever He was watching on the computer screen
Each of us desperately trying to show she was working hard and more eagerly than the other. The other
maids are all working hard too, no one wants to be punished, the tawse is quite dreadful.
I am still pleased it was I who sucked His cock today though.
Since my splitting for the Men I feel constantly vulnerable around the Sirs. I always did before but this seems immeasurable heightened now. And constantly eager for their approval and dreadfully anxious for any sign of disapproval. And I get so excited performing fellatio and when He cums. I can imagine how I must look to Him on my knees before, my shining face so eager and devoted to His pleasure squirming desperately with hopeless, helpless, hapless need. Even aching desperately for anal even though we all fear and dread that so intimate and emasculating penetration. How can sissy cling on to any vestige of dignity with Sir pumping His pleasure into your split and spread bottom cheeks. Even though we all constantly say we only perform fellatio and anal as forced bi, being cuffed and bent over for anal use, or impaled on His lap seems so much more.
But every time I am sent to one of the private rooms with a bottle and tray of drinks I feel so vulnerable and sexually frightened. Will I be raped again, how many will there be. Even though I can see the glasses on the tray I don’t seem to be able to count and process how many Men or ladies there might be waiting. Sometimes it might be just one Sir, or maybe just Ms, and at other times it’s a few Men but they are already enjoying the service of a sissy and just want drinks. Other times they then include me, some times they just all want fellatio, other times just anal. I never know, mincing to the door and waiting in sweet helpless trepidation to be called in.
And serving at the tables is so much more fraught now, as the Men fondle pinch and slap your behind as you serve them. So shamefully as much as it distress, emasculates and humiliates you, you also love pleasing the Sirs and knowing that they found your bottom or lips exciting pleasing enough to warrant their sexual attention. After all they can click their fingers and choose any sissy, but you are so flattered they chose you.
There is a little story about 2 slavegirls who are working nude, as often slavegirls are and chatting about
how their owner and Master enjoys gagging them with their panties for anal so much. And the girls confess, that they love it so much. Because they are good girls and Master knows how much anal distresses them, and also swallowing His cum. But Master does it because He enjoys it. And because of His total dominance it excites the slavegirls so much more that Master has to gag them to muffle their moans and whimpers and cries of absolute sexual distress and pleasure. Of course their muffled moans excite Him more and the slavegirls too, and they so love it too, they confess giggling. Only then do they realize that their conversation has been entirely overheard by a couple of the Masters , which only serves to make them wetter and hotter to serve.
For us sissies telling the story to each other, it is the same. But the difference is of course that the slavegirls get to orgasm with their Masters occasionally and especially when they are so intimately
penetrated. But sissies are not allowed to climax. So at the peak of the story we are all squelching and grinding on our plugs, often hugging each other tightly in desperate need and shame. But also wanted a Sir to summon us for His pleasure so much at that moment. And of course the Mistresses and Sirs have overheard us telling each other these stories too.
The superiors know quite well that we constantly tease each other with these little stories. Each of us adding extra salacious details as the story tells itself between us. Each of us gasping hotly with excitement at all the extra details. Even though we have told each other the same stories over and over again, we are so flustered and excited it always seems so new.
Then Sir might come over and laugh at us and laugh at some detail we have embellished. And we are always so shocked and embarrassed that He or Mistress has been listening to our pathetic subjugated little fantasies all along. Just as we always look so surprised when He cums in our mouth and spurts all over our faces. And always so tearful when we are dismissed back to our chores. As if it doesn’t happen every time.
Then one of us put over His knee, panties pulled down and stuffed into our mouth. The glassy latex like
satin tastes so slippery and damp in our mouths. And although the lockable butt plugs are kept dry and silicone, as well as estrogen, infused. We feel hot and wet and our panties taste hot and wet, just like those pretty slave girls. Gagged with the smell and slick taste of our own sex and fear, desperate to please Him.
The same panties we must use to polish our superiors shoes, or the surfaces and tables. All must be kept undamaged spotless, but stuffed into our mouths to muffle our cries of sexual distress, they smell and taste so much of our helplessness, our vulnerable need to obey and please.
There is quite a seemingly endless repertoire of these and variation of these salacious stories. Or at least it seems so to our vague little heads. But this is encouraged as well as hot little tips for pleasing Ms or the Sirs more. Domesticated sissies are often allowed to listen to sissy radio which along with
sickly sweet love songs to work to, there are tips and stories to help sissy be that much more a better housewife or sissymaid.
After my splitting or opening. And what is teasingly referred to as my ripe squelching and squidging mince. The other sissies constantly tease me that, ‘Sissy wants a Master.’ But I know they feel it too, we are relentless in teasing each other too. Squelching and squidging on our plugs, for both Mistress and Sir.
But those slavegirls, cumming for their Master, panting into their wet pantie gags, oh, ooh, I could almost burst with desperate need. How hot and helpless it feels to need to please them.
No matter how hard or fast we seem to work, the day goes slowly, with huge piles of laundry to be done. After the washing and the lingerie has dried there is the ironing and the folding and packing.
I sometimes feel sorry for the Sir or Miss who supervises us. It must be so boring for them. But they usually only do half shifts at a time and are very well paid, our service is very lucrative, both in the laundry and the club. The Sirs often nap, especially after He has enjoyed a BJ. But we daren’t slack at all, as any naughtiness or misbehavior is picked up by the AI camera that watches us while we busy with our chores.
After the laundry another Sir takes over supervising us as we get started on cleaning the club. He doesn’t seem very interested in us, as He is busy in the office. I say busy but He is just watching sport or something on TV. But then later He call the other sissy into the office for both fellatio and anal. She gets a spanking beforehand on her already very sore rump but I am so jealous. Especially as He calls me in to fetch Him a drink while
she is serving Him intimately, then has me leave the door open so all the other sissies can hear Him fucking sissy while we hurry about with our chores.
He knows this because He and the other Sir were laughing about how eager I was earlier while they were handing over the shift. After He has finished with her He makes us kiss and curtsy and work together for the rest of the afternoon.
At midway part through the day when the laundry is over. We are all allowed a short 15 minute break, the length of which is purely at His discretion, and sometimes not at all. He has a hot meal and we are allowed a small salad sandwich and a drink of water, although occasionally we might be allowed a little cup of weak, very milky and sweet tea, served warm to tepid never steaming hot. Sometimes if there is enough bottled up we are given the ladies pee instead of water, at room temperature which is quite warm in the un AC section of the kitchen. Although we love drinking Mistresses pee in person,
and especially if it direct from Her, drinking it this way is not the same, but we still cherish that connection. Incidentally we are never given the Mens pee to drink as that is considered to be rather rude or vulgar.
On a related note often while we are working we see the Sir strolling casually to the loo whenever He feels like it. It makes us all wish we could go during the day and not have to wait for permission and supervision in the evening and sometimes it is denied and postponed then too.
The working day is very long as in truth there are three shifts during the day. We have to wake at dawn and quickly tidy the club, clean our uniforms and apply makeup and nail varnish hair. We are allowed a douche in the morning and usually a pee but not always a pee. A lukewarm cup of tea and half a slice of dry toast each for
breakfast.
Sir or Miss will nearly always have a cooked breakfast, and it makes us all feel so hungry, especially when half of the unwanted food is thrown into the bin. That and the smell of coffee and cigarettes in the morning reminds us how that is a another pleasure only for our betters now.
It would be no practical hardship to allow us theses foods and the occasional little treat, as with all these things science has rendered them not just harmless but actually mostly beneficial too, but is a good way to remind us that we are inferiors, maids and owned.
“One often denies slave girls small pleasures and gratifications, It teaches them, the more deeply, that they are slaves.”
Is a quote from another scene but replace ‘often’ with ‘frequently’ or ‘generally as a rule’ and ‘slave girls’ with ‘sissy maids’ and it is perfectly apt.
Then while Sir or Miss enjoys their breakfast we start work, one or two maids staying to attend and serve the superior.
Then the laundry for most of the day, and in the late afternoon towards the early evening cleaning the club. And naturally in the evening, nighttime and into the early hours serving the members of the club as waitresses and intimate service.
We never get or appear tired, another benefit of science, but the dreariness and drudgery is constant as is fitting for sissymaids.
I sometimes think back to my days in the office, but even then I was up at dawn scrubbing and cleaning my clothes and the apartment for when Miss or
another of the office ladies would arrive to collect me. Everything would have to be fresh and spotless for them. They would sometimes want coffee and maybe breakfast too. Then all day in the office running and fetching for all the ladies on my floor. Then usually home with Miss for housework with Her own sissy, before being taken to the club for the rest of the night. Was equally all consuming.
The housework of a domestic sissy maid is also as exhausting as it is dreary. & for this sissies only have themselves to blame as well as just retribution for the unjust patriarchy of the past. But a new
sissy will try to perform Her chores as perfectly as possible for Her Mistress, and Mistress will soon expect that perfection as a standard starting point, to be improved on daily. And as sexist as it may sound, women generally have vastly much higher standards of cleanliness and hygiene than males. Sissies of course soon learn to clean and perform housework to Mistresses standards, chastity and the cane are good teachers. The Mistress soon realizes that She can enjoy having sissy strive to maintain and continually strive to improve upon those standards that She expects. Which is very liberating for Her , always coming home to a lovely clean home and a smiling curtsying sissymaid, at the end of the day.
Sissy of course is not allowed most of the household labour saving devices. It is far better for sissy to perform her duties the old fashioned ‘feminine’ way. This not only saves the environmental cost of powering these devices but also is seen as reparation for the often patronizing sexist way these electric dish washes and vacuum cleaners were marketed to women & sold to their husbands in the past.
A Mistresses house is always sissy squeaky clean. And smells sissy clean, the smell of fearful obedience mixed with loving devotion, is imagined, as the house is always spotless and fresh, but sissy can smell it and Mistress can also enjoy the tang of flavour especially as it mingles with the leather of Her crop and the leather of Her lovely skirt.
The only cleaning or labour saving device a Mistress needs are Her canes. As Mistresses often laugh happily watching their sissy maids busy with chores.
Sometimes it is one of the Sirs who supervises us and sometimes it is one of the Misses. If it one of the Misses we often have to work in frightened silence, She being often bored or irritable during the dayshift. So the Misses can be quite stern during the day shifts, often passing time by finding one reason or the other to punish us. The Misses almost always use the leather sissy crops in the club, canes are considered to be more intimate and private. Or if we are allowed to chat it is very quietly and under sufferance.
Some of the club sissies are also available for all Misses & female patrons to enjoy. There are slightly more of us than I am able to count on my fingers, although in truth I’m really not certain as I often lose count midway. It is very embarrassing for us sissies to not be able to count or read properly, as most if not all of us were university/college educated and had reasonable professional careers before we were sissified. Now I can only barely read cooking recipes, with the help of pictures & barely count to 5 on my hand and frequently lose count even with the help of my fingers.
Once when I asked Ms about this She was very kind She and one of the Sirs explained it to me, as I was allowed to sit on His lap. Sissies don’t need to think and fret about these complicated things and we shouldn’t bother our silly little heads it only confuses us and makes us upset, maids should concentrate on housework and being pretty and pleasing for their superiors.
“Isn’t that right sissy ?” He asked me
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir”
I felt so belittled and patronized, but mollified too and I was nearly in tears too.
He patted my bottom firmly but not angrily.
“Eyes down sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir”
I felt so inferior in every way to Ms and the Sirs and other ladies. I was told to fetch them fresh drinks then to faced the wall. I could hear soft amused laughter behind me, I felt so very small, but grateful for their strict domination of me.
Later after He spanked me, as is usual before fellatio, I tried to give Him the very best BJ I had ever performed. I try to that anyway but this time it felt very special. He didn’t acknowledge it though just dismissed me back to my chores.
It seems I am always spanked or paddled before fellatio or sex. The only time I am not spanked before sex with the Sirs is when I wake Him in the morning with my mouth. The Sirs do enjoy putting me in my place over their lap panties down or stuffed into my mouth, held down firmly and squirming and squealing prettily with distress. I felt that I was spanked a lot more than the other maids, and more soundly. But that was wasn’t true, we all felt that we were treated more harshly than the other maids. And we were very glad to see another sissy punished, that it is she not you. as well as frightened that we might be too, or next.
But conversely or perversely we were all hot with jealousy about how strictly we were treated. All of us
wanted to be too pretty to pleasing to be allowed to be anything other than that. Or as from another scene as is it said about slavegirls ‘Too beautiful to be free.’
On another occasion I was serving at one of the tables and Ms and Her friends were admiring one of the sissies now quite sweetly swollen breasts, and ample cleavage. Her Mistress and Master had decided to impose them on her as an anniversary present, sissy had been 2 years in chastity, and the hormone treatment was pretty much complete. Although sissies are always still kept on very high dosages of estrogen and hormones, to keep them ditzy, docile and submissive.
Her cleavage was indeed very comely and bouncy, the push up bra being 2 sizes too small for her. & I could hear the bells on her nipples. Sissies with breasts often wear very low cut uniforms, unlike us who have our peter pan collars always fully buttoned up. Though sometimes they too also wear the high collars.
Ms says a little chain between the nipples with a free swinging bell on it would suit me. Although that would be best decided by Sir or Master as He would enjoy my breasts quite a lot. The silver or gold bells are very tiny and lovely, heart shaped with quite a loud ring or tinkle. Slave girls have their clitoris pierced with such a bell and some sissies have their flaccid clitties pierced like that too. Though that isn’t popular with these scene. Nor is using the electric shock rods on a sissies chastity. This can be very painful especially as we all are locked in devices with deep urethral inserts, but it draws too much attention to our clitties, which are insignificant and irrelevant.
She does have lovely breasts and everyone laughs and the Men slap her bottom when one of them stuffs a few dollar bills into her cleavage to take to the bar. There is no need for this apart from enjoyment and amusement as everything is on credit or on the card, but still. Even to my eyes it looks so humiliating but sweet and obedient too. Later one of the Men would stuff dollars into the rear of my panties too, laughing as He slapped my bottom sending, me on my way.
Yes the next thing for Her is the snip Her Mistress said, chemical gelding for sissies is seen as a final step. The shrunken tiny cherries receding back inside the body and the clittie either recessed, or just a very tiny button sticking out, so a chastity tube, or button can still be attached and kept locked. Although sissy will never get hard again or even slightly firm, again, she will still get and be kept very sexually excited and therefore attentive and submissive to her superiors every need and want.
Usually a sissy might be branded at this point too, on her bottom, just to emphasize Her owned status.
Later in the room I had tearfully asked Ms if She intended me to have breasts and to have me gelded.
She had stopped me as a couple of Her friends came into the room. After I had fetched the ladies fresh drinks Ms pulled me close and patted my bottom.
“Sissy was just about to ask me something weren’t you sissy.”
“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.” I had whispered shyly very embarrassed now
Yes She did intend for me to have pert, or rather ample little breasts for the Sirs to enjoy fondling and spattering with their sticky pleasure. And also I could masturbate them with my cleavage while kissing and licking the head. Wont that be enjoyable for them sissy ?.
“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”
And after that I would be gelded and branded, branded usually by a Master or Sir Indicating His ownership of my sexual service.
I was distraught, in tears. Ms patted my bottom and told me of course the process could be reversed if I changed my mind.
Could it ?
“And if I gave permission sissy.” These decisions always depend on a sissies owner. The legal term being keyholder. Mistress, Miss, Ms, Master are intimate terms of endearment.
“Would you give permission though ?” one of the ladies laughed the amusement evident in Her voice.
“Of course not.” Ms said matter of factly but clearly amused too, I could see Her shifting in Her seat a little distractedly, so I knew She was aroused too.
“Eyes down sissy.”
“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”
“More wine sissy, then face the wall.”
“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”
Later She told me to fetch the cuffs and both the crop and the strap on.
After She had given me six with the crop for asking such silly questions. She gave me a good hard pegging because silly sissies sometimes need a good pegging.
She came from pegging me but tonight didn’t want cunnilingus, as She was going out with Her boyfriend later.
Instead She sent me to another room where 4 of the Sirs were enjoying the sissy with Her bouncy breasts and waiting for me.
“Just imagine that you had such a lovely cleavage too sissy.”
“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”
“And how much they would enjoy that sissy.”
“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”
“Run along now sissy, good night sissy.”
“Yes Ms, goodnight Ms, thank You Ms.”
My bottom was so sore the next day, Ms had started using the super tightening lube on me and the Sir
supervising us in the pantie laundry was watching me mincing about my chores very closely.
He wanted fellatio 3 times that morning, I had barely time to finish washing my pile of underwear. Then afterwards He enjoyed my ass too before He went off shift. I was popular in the afternoon too, the other sissies were quite jealous, until one of the Sirs showed me a video they had been watching. Of me in tears in front of Ms last night. After that the other sissies teased me mercilessly all afternoon, but they were still hotly jealous. I wanted to run and hide but the Sirs wanted otherwise, and I was always a good girl.
Of course there were plenty of other days where it was another girls turn, for Sirs attention. And I among all the other maids would be left squirming and squelching, thighs melting with envy. Furtively glancing over to where sissy was serving Sir. While we were busy with our chores. Listening to Her moans and whimpers as She was spanked or paddled. Scandalized and glad she was getting what she deserved, over His knee and punished. But oh so shamefully wishing it was you. But today you have the hot humiliated shame of not being chosen, which makes you even hotter to please Him.
Ms was very amused later when I told Her about the afternoons goings on. And as a special reward gave me drink of Her pee straight into my mouth before I knelt between Her thighs for intimate lip service.
Anyway my little airhead has wandered slightly. Some of the sissies are available for the enjoyment of not just the Sirs but the Ladies too. And some just for cunnilingus and some just for pegging or vice versa, or both. Some like me are available for only Ms and the Sirs, Ms like a lot of ladies likes fidelity and monogamy from Her sissies. Naturally none of the superiors feel any need to reciprocate this fidelity, to their sissies at least. Some Masters who own sissies keep them just for their own sexual enjoyment, but this is considered rather ill-mannered of them, especially if sissy is taken to the clubs to serve. The Mistress on the scene are generally more possessive that the Sirs incidentally.
So some of the Misses when they are supervising sissies in their day duties will tease and torment those of us who are not available, then choose one of the available maids for their intimate service. The ladies do love to see us all squirming with need. The 10” phallic plugs we are all kept penetrated with are always the same size and are very rigid apart from the soft realskin outer that is saturated with silicon and estrogen. But with the auto conditioning the size feels like it varies enormously. For our normal duties the plug is at 10” which feels very full. When one of the Sirs is supervising us bigger again, then if one of Misses is supervising us it feels like bigger again. If you are
sexually serving one of the Men the size feels larger and for Ms or Mistress it feels like it very large inside you as you squirm and squelch as if you are about to burst, like a sensuously warm liquid balloon. You feel the same serving the Men but you also have that splitting sensation as you perform fellatio.
Miss who used to take me home from the office enjoyed teasing me terribly, knowing I wasn’t allowed to please Her. If She was enjoying Her own sissies tongue or
pegging her ass, I would often be in attendance with drinks and fresh underwear, or facing the wall. She would have me prepare the strap on and lube it when She was wearing it ready to peg Her own waiting sissy. I would be kneeling in front of Her, and sometimes She would also have me kiss and suck the very tip of the fake phallus but nothing more.
“I would love to peg that pretty little ass of yours sissy, wouldn’t that be lovely sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“I think I would be sending you for my favourite strap on quite regularly sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“But also my crop for that cute tight little ass.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“I might buy an extra large strap on just for that so tight little ass of yours sissy.”
“Ohh yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And some of that extra slippery tightening lube.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Make you whimper and moan quite appealingly sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“In fact I think I will buy the new ‘cock’ and lube for my own little darling here.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Would you like that sissy?” She asked Her own maid
The maids reply was muffled by the damp panties stuffed into Her mouth. Miss laughed.
“It’s a promise then sissy.” She turned again to me
“& I must tell your Ms about the new extra lube too. She will enjoy that.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“You may face the wall now sissy.”
“Eyes down sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
Most Mistresses don’t object and actually get aroused by watching another Lady tease and torment us. Though sometimes we are punished jealously for this too if we are seen to get too excited.
The Men will tell us that the sissies always serve that much hotter if a Miss has been supervising us that afternoon. And accordingly the Misses can claim extra bonuses.
Sometimes and this is worse somehow. There will be superior available to supervise us, especially on
the very early shifts. So one of the sissies must supervise us and discipline us with a short springy crop. But sissy is anxious that She will be so very strict with us and our bottoms very sore from the crop. She knows just where it hurts the most too, so even though the crop she is allowed is not as painful as the very springy but sturdy crops the Misses use, it still stings terribly. The reason She is so anxious is that a superior will be watching the highlighted AI camera feed later and she will be punished as well for any failings and any perceived leniency. We will be punished later as well so we are often very frightened and sore. Again though the Sirs say our service is very satisfying afterwards, which is the most important thing. I am never given this duty as Ms says its important for me to be kept feeling totally subordinate and inferior. Even though in truth the poor maid is anything but superior to us.
Sometimes when it’s a Miss supervising us She will bring Her friends in and have a few drinks and chatter to pass the time. Often with shopping bags full of expensive clothes to try on and compare. As I said it can be quite boring for
our superiors so its pleasant knowing they are having a good time while we work. I know this sounds very pathetic but sissies love to know their owners and superiors are having a good time, curtsy.
Sometimes the clientele would visit the clubs laundry service during the day. It seemed like a popular choice for some. & when they do visit it was always a Miss who would be supervising us. The clientele were not quite comfortable like the idea of Men with their underwear, sissies in chastity didn’t count for obvious reasons. The sissy who laundered the clients intimate things would attend and serve drinks. There would be quite a lot of laughing and good natured teasing. A lot of the vanilla ladies were curious about sissies. Over time some of them brought in photos and stories of how they decided to put their own husbands or boyfriends in chastity and start feminizing them. Usually if the partner had been sexually unsatisfactory or a cheat.
Although this was niche scene, it was also a very wealthy and influential niche of dominant ladies. Nearly all of whom where at or nearing the very tops of their professions, or were quite ridiculously wealthy anyway
The accumulated decades of having to greatly excel over unfair male competition to succeed had shown exceptional results when the glass ceilings were eventually overcome. Conversely that same unfair male competition had been enfeebled, emasculated even by years of unfair advantage. Many beta males desperately pretending to be alphas, to the world and themselves were actually ripe for sissification. The Sirs incidentally are usually natural alpha males and if not very rich, again are very successful by their own merit and both Ladies and Sirs are very demanding and uncompromising in their own pursuit of happiness. In some very wealthy niches women now had the power and wouldn’t be letting go of it again
For the sissies the reverse is true as now their own diminished status has been codified into law.
Effectively if the sissy agrees and signs the contract he or she loses her rights and becomes a ward or the chattel of her new owner. Her new owner takes full legal control over all her former assets and estates. Sissy may no longer vote, her owner takes her vote and control over any legal decisions. If sissy can somehow succeed in getting a divorce then she can regain this, but sissy needs permission from her owner to ask for any such divorce, and the divorce is granted only if the superior assents, sissy has zero volition in the process.
In fact there have been a few well publicized, where a runaway sissy was returned unwillingly to her owner, by the police or courts. There was no public sympathy for the sissy and sissy was ridiculed and humiliated in the press, and punished by her owner of course.
If a Mistress Miss or Master tires of the sissy, She or He may initiate divorce of the sissy, but that never happens. Instead sissy is simply given or sold to a new owner. Technically for straight cash this isn’t legal in terms but contractually as long as assets are exchanged it is. A new sissy bond was created for this very purpose.
A Master or Mistress can also legally practice polygamy as long as the third party is a sissy, and its not limited to one sissy. A superior can only have one equal partner but as many sissies as they like. Incidentally this is not allowed for female submissives. Only sissies have been legally de-emancipated, public & legal opinion, is generally that sissies deserve what they have chosen. As a sissy one should be careful what you wish for, or sign up for because you will get it and lots more.
But again all this is all way over my little head. When one of the
clientele shows me a picture of Her sissy in chastity my correct response is to curtsy & say sissy looks very sweet and I hope Ms (the client) is very happy with Her new sissy, and that I hope we might one day see sissy at the club too. This is usually greeted by lots of laughter and a pat on my bottom for me from the client. She might also give me a little present to be given to my owner of course.
The Misses are usually very pleased with me and tell me what a ‘good girl’ I have been. Which makes me so happy and blush very evidently.
The Mistresses can maintain whatever skin tone they like, and usually prefer a healthy tanned look.
One thing which preferred in sissies is pale white creamy skin, that blushes or flushes very easily and
evidently. And shows very evident flushing in the intimate areas when we are aroused. It is so easy to read a sissy, and this desired feature makes it even more so.
Another little story about slave girls being taken across a hot landscape to be sold and some of them being kept in the wagon bound hand and foot, usually gagged and often blindfolded too during the day. While the other slave girls are not kept in the wagon. So the girls start to think they are very special until they get to the marketplace and find that girls with creamier skin sell for slightly more than the other girls, because they blush easier. But that makes them easier to read and means they will also be very strictly treated buy their new owners. Secretly they are still happy though.
This also makes the ladies laugh.
When the client leaves I curtsy and kiss Her bottom if She desires that form of greeting and respect. Most do not at first but come to enjoy it as time goes on.
“Run along back to your chores now, maid.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsy
“Enjoy curtsying and kissing my panties sissies.”
“But stay nice and soft sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Oh she will stay soft and tiny, wont you sissy?” one of the Misses asks me tapping my bottom with the
crop. Then slapping it loudly on Her boot making me jump with fright.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsy and whimper. Much to the amusement of the ladies.
The clientele seem to enjoy this quite a lot, watching me curtsy and mince back to the laundry room, there is always lots of amused laughter behind me. But I am usually quite tearful at having been dismissed. But that is only proper for a sissy.
Curtsy xx.
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