8. A Sissies Journey - Taken Into Domestic Service

 

After that night I suspected, that Ms had been training me for Miss, and I quite dreaded belonging to Her and Her boyfriend. Ms kept on dropping hints about it and talking about auctions where sissies once fully trained were sold to new owners. But I  never saw Miss again nor Her boyfriend, they were not  regulars at the club. Miss had tell that me that Sir had enjoyed my fellatio and ass but I was just a sissy and another hole to enjoy, and He could fuck whoever He wanted when He wanted. I think Miss was saying that for effect because She didn’t seem to be the type to allow infidelity to go unpunished, or maybe that was just in my case. Or maybe Her boyfriend would end up in chastity and sissified eventually. I doubted it though the Ladies liked alpha Men to be Men. As fantastic and preferable as well trained cunnilingus the hot passion of sex with a nice strong Man is very enjoyable too.

Ms would delight in telling me and my head was swirling with images of Her in Her lovely so sexy

black silk nightwear, wrapped around a boyfriend both in ecstasy, He always making sure that She came with Him, if He wanted to see Her again. And also images of myself gagged with Hers or my  panties, held struggling feebly down on the bench being forcefully fucked, raped  by Him, until He was finished and had cum, licking Him clean afterwards and being dismissed used and shamed.

The Ladies were quite forgiving with their alpha boyfriends, or bulls as they are sometimes called. Although He isn’t usually allowed to fuck other Ladies, unless its at a sex party, often a masked orgy, with sissies in attendance only to serve drinks and lick attendees clean in between rutting. He can enjoy fellatio and fuck the sissies as much as He wants. After all real Men do need to cum regularly. Sissies might do too but that is unimportant to our owners and superiors.  But we don’t deserve to squirt and denying us keeps us so pliable and obedient, domestically and sexually. As well as it being very enjoyable to watch us serve so breathlessly attentive, squirming and squelching,  helpless in our pretty pink satin panties.  

Most sissies in the club were being trained & conditioned by their future owners. Serving in  the club was a good way to train sissies and a good way to see how she will behave. If she doesn’t turn out as desired, She can be left in the club until another superior wishes to own her, or asked to leave, which can be quite devastating for sissies. Fortunately this is very rare occurrence, as  a well trained sissy always strives to please, even if it sissy isn’t to the liking of Her first potential owner. Some sissies end up being more suitable for male ownership, but most are rather forced bi. And there are sometimes sissies who have been owned before who their owners have tired of so are up for a discreet auction. However inn most of these cases sissy ends up being transferred privately.

In my case one late evening Ms told me not to bother changing and took me home in Her taxi. Even though I didn’t know if this was going to be permanent or just for the night I so hoped it would be. I was so happy. Ms put me in a glossy pink nightie and over Her knee for a spanking. Even though Her hands were smaller than the Sirs She knew how to precisely inflict stinging discipline, my rump and my thighs were stinging before She had stopped. It was so very sensual though, I was so hot in my chastity and She was also so hot and wet in Her nightwear.

When She put me between Her thighs the lace hem of Her lingerie was wet and smelled so deliciously

of Her arousal. She wanted a quick orgasm then a much slower one leading to multiple climaxes. After the first fast and powerful orgasm I served Her wine and She had given me golden drink of Her own straight into my mouth. I was squelching desperately on my plug. Then when She had subsided I changed the sheets and Her lace chemise, kissing and licking Her clean intimately, then with a soft silken hand towel. She didn’t wear panties to bed just a fresh  lacy slip. I though still had to wear the tight satin panties that went with my baby doll nightie. Sissy must always be sweetly demure and sexy. She pulled me around her soft curves and I spooned Her as She went off to sleep. Lying in bed with Her, in Her warmth, the smell of Her perfume and the scent of Her sex. I was throbbing swollen in my tiny cage, my dildo was still at its fullest I was squelching silently all night. 

She slept so languidly, twisting and sighing in my arms, turning sometimes to face me and then twisting round again in Her sleep rubbing on my chastity. 

Eventually I must have drifted off because when I opened my eyes I could see daylight peeking in from under the curtains. And there was another sissy pulling at my arm, whispering urgently for me to get up and dressed and start my chores.

I don’t know what I had been expecting but I was so disconsolate and forlorn to realize that I was to be part of Mistresses household and that She  had 5 other sissymaids.

We were never allowed to speak much just to say good morning and curtsy to each other before being assigned our chores. 

Naturally we were only allowed to speak to our superiors when spoken to, and didn't have anything to say of much interest to our superiors. They generally don't need to hear about housework and other menial tasks or trivial sissy emotions and needs. and even if they very rarely did listen our petty concerns would be shoo shooed aside, with a patronizing pat on the bottom, or we might be allowed to kiss Mistresses bottom

For the most part sissies should be seen and not heard. 

One of the sissies, the first girl, was holding a very short springy cane, more of a switch than a cane, which she would use to hurry us along as we worked. She always hit us at the backs of our thighs, at the top near the buttock where its softest. She was a sissy too and knew where to implement corrective pain, and it stung so but we always had to smile and say thank you to her. We were very anxious when she was behind you with the switch, but she looked equally anxious especially when she scolded us, if everything was not perfect for Mistress the culprit and she would be punished by Mistress. I later found out that the first girl role was often rotated, but that I was never chosen, nor was the sissy who had been Mistresses husband before She decided to sissify him and keep her in chastity as Her maid.

We hurried about our chores dutifully but very silently, so as not to wake Mistress, there was still a couple of hours of housework to go before She rose. Everything was to be done by hand and laboriously as much as possible. This was to be a complete role reversal of tradition female roles and menial chores. Sissies were to be happy, smiling and obedient,  lovingly domesticated. Mistresses house was very large and although everything already looked spotless and gleaming. Everything had to be cleaned and polished daily and several times per day. Not a spot of dust, hidden away in the darkest corner or recess was to be tolerated. Mistresses have a saying that they love coming home to a sissy clean house, they can almost smell and taste the fright, and the sparkling perfection. Sissies  of course can constantly smell and taste that very sexual fright as we hurry about our housework.

I was sent to wake Mistresses, as those owned by Her referred to Her, but at home in private we called Her Miss as we curtsied submissively to Her every word.

It was just coffee and a small morning pastry before Her shower, She would have a delicious smelling cooked breakfast later. I knelt by the side of Her bed and kissing Her hand whispered quietly.

“Good morning Miss.”

She woke up and sat up, taking  Her coffee and lighting a cigarette rather than eating the delicious looking and smelling pastry

Our superiors eat scientifically engineered totally rich food that is both slimming and healthy. Sissies stay slim the old fashioned way, She picked the pastry up then put it down again. The pastry would be taken down to kitchen and put in the trash, like all the other rich leftovers, they were not for the sissy-maids to indulge and get fat on.

I wanted to talk ask Her so many questions but instead I was dismissively  shushed while She enjoyed Her coffee and cigarette. Then kissing Her bottom and undressing Her from Her lingerie before She stepped into the shower. Sometimes a maid is allowed to bathe and sponge Her while She showered but not this morning. I could hear Her peeing first while I hurriedly cleaned and tidied the room and bed while She enjoyed Her morning routine. Reminding me as if I needed it that I and all the other sissies were quite desperate to pee in the mornings. She often ‘forgot’ and made us wait till the evening or even sometimes the next day. And sometimes you got a golden drink in the morning if you woke Her, or got to wipe Her clean if She wanted you to. But not today. After Her shower I helped Her to dress in another lacy slip and housecoat for breakfast.

I and another sissy served Her a full cooked breakfast, waiting on Her quietly respectful & obedient, She pretty much disregarded us as She browsed messages and pictures on Her tablet. I was very distressed when another sissy was chosen to help Mistress get dressed for work. Especially when I realized that Mistress had enjoyed sissies tongue before finally getting ready. If sissy got excited helping Mistress dress, Mistress sometimes too got excited and would enjoy sissies tongue as an invigorating start to Her day. Or She might punish sissy for being so impertinent, getting excited serving her superior.  

The sissy came downstairs clutching a couple of pairs of fresh but slightly damp panties to hand wash, looking very flushed and pleased with herself, myself and the other maids were seething with jealousy and she had better beware the first girl and her switch this afternoon. I was told to go with her as i was to hand wash Mistresses nightwear and silk sheets. these would all have to washed ironed and scented as part of the normal daily routine.

Before She went to work today Mistress stood us all in a row and introduced me to the other maids formally. On other days she would usually just breeze past us as we were at our chores, only the lucky sissy attending Her, that morning would get to individually curtsy to Her and kiss Her bottom at the door. naturally we would all compete very jealously for that and every other privilege serving Her  

I was named emily or sissy-emily, the other maids were sophie, alice, josephine, felicity, and mollie. Our names were only given temporarily and Mistress could and would rename us on a whim. The only name in constant use was Josephine as Her first husband had been called Joe, but Her sissified husband was never called sissy-josephine. Often the first girl had that moniker. We all had wet look glossy maids uniforms to wear, the fabric a synthetic mix of satin and latex. With lots of discrete lace and taffeta detail. All the uniforms were beautiful and different, we wouldn’t get to choose which one we wore, Mistress decided that,  all were matched with a glossy white apron and headpiece, white stockings, pink maids booties, patent leather with platforms and ankle strap hobble. And naturally tight glossy pink panties, as maddeningly slippery and shiny on the inside as the outside.  The uniforms were hot and sticky just to wear, even before we even started our housework, but very pretty for Mistress, which was the important thing.

Then we each in turn curtsied and kissed Her bottom, then curtsied again as She left for work. Me last this morning. And that was that, we resumed our housework all desperately longing for Her return in the afternoon. Knowing that often She wouldn’t come home till late in the evening or night, or sometimes not at all. And often when She came home She just had one of us help Her dress for relaxation, fetch Her a drink then be sent back to our chores. 

Or Mistress might have guests, usually Lady friends for afternoon snacks and drinks. Often Lady friends with their boyfriends too but unlike some households Her friends boyfriends were only allowed to grope, fondle and tease us, not to expect fellatio and anal. 

Mistresses boyfriend, if He and Mistress were going out, or staying in even,  usually came round in the early evenings. He was allowed to spank us and enjoy fellatio, often so He would be satisfied and perform longer and better for Mistress. Or if Mistress wanted some time to get ready, we would perform fellatio while He & Mistress chatted in the bedroom, or maybe while He sat downstairs waiting. He could enjoy anal with us too if and when He wanted, as long as it didnt interfere with Mistresses planbs or designs. Often when a long term boyfriend would stay overnight. He would wake one of us in the night for fellatio or sex, rather than bother Mistress would be sleeping. 

One of us would always wake Him in the morning, with our mouth. His cum was so thick and sticky in

the mornings. A perfect taste for sissies in the morning as we prepared and served Him his breakfast. He usually enjoyed a cooked breakfast and often sissy was not allowed to swallow her mouthful of His pleasure until He had finished His breakfast. Depending on the Man & His mood, He might perch you on His lap and allow you to finally swallow and thank Him. The other sissies would be so envious squirming at their chores. In these instances despite the intense humiliation you would cling weakly to his arm, wanting Him inside you again, no matter how tight and distressing it was. He would enjoying teasing you briefly  but not tolerate such behaviour for long. You would get a firm pat or sharp slap on the bottom and be told curtly to get on with your chores. Or in some instances be allowed to kneel at his feet polishing His shoes with your panties while He enjoyed a final coffee and smoke before heading off to work. Regardless of whether He was  a long term boyfriend or not Mistress preferred Him to wake and leave for His own day before She got up. 

Mistress also had a girlfriends who would stay over, often these were vanilla sapphicaly  inclined ladies. Who were sometimes amused and curious about Mistresses maids, and were sometimes quite disdainful. We were expected to be totally submissive and obedient to Mistreses lady friends serving their every domestic need and whim, But we were not allowed to serve these Ladies intimately except to  hand wash their underwear, They could also discipline us if they saw fit. Mistress allowed Sir to spank or paddle us. And some Men to use the thicker cane on us. The Ladies only the thin springy very stingy cane or paddle. Mistress enjoyed both the thicker & springy cane in tandem and Her crops. If she did use a paddle or spank us it was more intimate and part of foreplay for Her.

Mistress was very strict but also sparing when She wanted to be, we were generally only punished every couple of days or so. We hurried about our chores in constant fright of corporal punishment which was some people say is worse than the punishment, but only those who have never experienced a precise caning or cropping. and then had to continue your chores with your rump and legs stinging and smarting for the rest of the day, without ever daring to slacken your pretty posture or dutifulness. unless you want to be disciplined again. The fear was ever present and also so sexual. 

Mistresses visitors, the boyfriends of Her friends  would often slap our bottoms very hard. Often in frustration that were not available for their pleasure. Their girlfriends would tease them saying never mind when we get home my sissy can give you a lovely BJ if we have time. 

And we despite ourselves would squirm jealously imagining, vividly, kneeling intimately in front of Him, and his pleasure erupting in our mouths wanting so much to get down on our knees for Sir and have Him explode in our faces. 

Her guests teasing us, asking if we could imagine Sir cock bursting with pleasure, exploding in our mouths or faces, or taking our pretty panties down to fuck us. And we would blush and squirm helpless with shame and embarrassment, almost tasting His cum, that hot choking moment of His pleasure. Look how pretty she is and that lovely squelch on her dildo, they would laugh. Don't you wish it was my boyfriend in your ass sissy ? And we did long and ache shamefully for it to be so. 

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

When they were satisfied and we were suitable flushed and flustered, we would be told to serve fresh drinks or told to face the wall, until we were wanted again.

Mistress also didn’t allow Her female visitors, unlike Her lovers, to punish us. However they could tell their boyfriends to put us over His knee for a very hard spanking for any infraction they noticed or imagined. Or mostly if they just felt like it. Mistress would often send us for the crop later too. As with everything it depended on Her mood, sometimes She was just amused and sometimes She wanted to punish one of us. Sometimes we might be sent to fetch the crop and just to kneel prettily, kissing the leather and to sob not to be punished, before being told to return the crop to where it usually hung. or if we were to be punished we would have to beg to be punished severely so we wouldn't ever disappoint Mistresses or Her guests with our disrespectful disobedience. 

Although we were totally inferior to Mistress and the other ladies, who were at the very apex of this scene. Sissies were especially punished for any perceived, it was very rarely actual, even in the tiniest of ways,  of disobedience to real Men. Mistress would delight in punishing us for the tiniest chipped nail, or apron not aligned perfectly, front and rear, a non symmetrical apron bowstring, as this was totally disrespectful to Sir, how was he supposed to enjoy fellatio with such a slatternly sissy.         

We sissies all competed jealously, feverish with burning envy,  with each other for Mistresses attention, and although we didn’t want to admit it for Sirs attention, even being allowed to hand launder Mistresses girlfriends underwear. The kind of feeble powerless competition and enviousness typically ascribed as ultra feminine and inferior in the past. Our superiors and we knew it, and we knew that they knew our worthlessness. No wonder She and the other superiors  disregarded us as they walked past going about their day. Usually paying scant attention or ignoring us as we briefly paused from our chores and curtsied to them, before hurrying on with our chores. Or worse when  they stopped to scold and punish us for the tiniest perceived infraction. We were totally inferior to them.

Mistress both encouraged and punished our weak and  petty covetousness behavior, being both pleased and annoyed by our desperate attempts to please Her to attract Her attention. Or sissies jealously vying trying to get the other into trouble and punished. We would also be encouraged and expected to tell tales or tittle-tatter on each other. Being silly sissies, relishing the punishment of the other maid but then each time realizing only too late that you would also share her punishment. and knowing too that this was a just reward, for your petty behaviour. Mistress was always quite aware and often aroused by this little game as you could tell by the way She was standing or sitting and the sexual heat in the air. 

You and the other sissy would be gagged with each other panties, now reeking with fear, and severely disciplined. Mistress did generally prefer the canes for these occasions, but that was not much consolation at all, we feared the crop and the cane terribly in Her hands.

And worse more often than not we wouldn’t get to please or placate Her after punishment. She would punish us then send us back to our chores Often summoning another sissy to satisfy Her.

This was also quite frightful for the sissy chosen to please Mistress. Entering the room smelling so strongly of the sissies sex and fear and the heat of punishment, and of course of Mistresses arousal. but at least she would get to kneel for Mistress and look up adoringly after pleasing Mistress.

Sissies with deep effeminate needs are mercilessly exploited by dominant ladies.

It was a pleasant game. We are so helpless.

Mistress would say to Her friends. How lovely sissies kept in chastity are. One must strive to remain strong with them.

But She never had any difficulty in being very strict with us.

When we did please Her or the Sirs, Mistress would insist that we stayed soft any tiny in our cages, no inappropriate swelling or throbbing, we were to concentrate fully on our superiors sexual pleasure and our chores. As you might imagine we were often punished for this.

One afternoon Mistress came home and after I had brought Her a drink She sent me immediately for the

strap on. It was our time of the month again and Mistress was very aroused. As I was lubing the strap on She told me She had been thinking about my lovely little ass all day at work and had left early to come home and peg me, very firmly, She laughed sipping Her wine at the look of fright on my face, Her favourite strap on was very big and stout. Mistress was also annoyed about something at work, She never said as much but often She would come home to fuck us, punish us, or both, and vent physically. Her panties when She stuffed them into my mouth were sopping and warm with arousal.

She was very forceful and I was very hot and flustered when She finally orgasmed. Then immediately pushed me under the hem of Her skirt, into Her intimate moist heat. Another sissy was sent for to bring Mistress fresh wine, but was dismissed, in needful tears I hope. I got a hot drink of pee and then started to lick Mistress slowly and firmly as She loved. I kept my pace slow and steady letting Her pleasure build and build, changing my pattern clockwise then counterclockwise, around Her inflamed nub, then straight and firm again. She was moaning and gasping loudly when She climaxed. I continued kissing Her until She eventually pulled back the hem of Her skirt and looked down at me. Her shirt and bra were all undone and She was totally flushed with pleasure, as I was flushed with desperate near orgasmic need.

I was uncuffed, She always cuffed me for pegging and often for cunnilingus. And after licking Her clean and drying Her intimately, served Her another wine and then put fresh clean panties on Her lovely bottom. Being permitted to kiss both Her bottom and Her mons pubis lovingly through the silk panties and then Her leather skirt.   

In tears I was dismissed to the laundry room to hand wash Her panties. All the other sissies looked on me jealously as I minced gingerly down to the laundry room clutching the panties. But their envy was no consolation I so wanted to stay in  Her presence for so much longer, even if was just to serve Her more wine or to stand facing the wall, waiting to serve Her in any tiny way again.

But to my delight She came down to the laundry room to watch me and tease me. Sitting on the bench besides me in Her leather mini skirt,  wiggling Her hips and bottom as She smoked.

“I do so enjoy watching you wash my panties sissy”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered quite hotly, still feeling that I could burst with pleasure at any moment, knowing that I never would be allowed, still so hot and nearly in orgasm.

“I do hope you are not getting excited in that little chastity tube sissy.” She was teasing rather than looking for a reason to punish me.

“No Miss, thank You Miss.” My voice was suddenly so very high.

“We do have such a lovely sex life don’t we sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And I love keeping you soft and tiny sissy.”

“Yes Miss, and I love being kept so soft any tiny so I may always please You Miss, I love You Miss,  thank You Miss.”

“And soft and tiny for my boyfriend  too sissy?” She smiled teasingly, knowing how much we also ached to please Sir too, and were so shamed and humiliated by the desire. 

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

I had lowered my eyes blushing hotly, She lifted my chin and my moist eyes to Hers again

She smiled happily, satisfied.

Her harem of sissymaids were kept needy and desperate, aching constantly to be allowed to please Her intimately. 

And to please Sir.

"And soft and tiny for your chores sissy ?"

And how even performing our trivial domestic chores was suffused with sexual longing and as such  extended foreplay to her sexual enjoyment

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She finished Her cigarette and wiggled Her bottom as she swung  swung off the bench. Her eyes twinkling with amusement as She followed my gaze.

“So humid and stuffy in here sissy.” She said almost wistfully, almost sympathetically, as if to say She was so glad it wasn’t Her, kept in chastity and performing domestic chores.

But we so deserved to be. 

And there was no AC down here, or in any of the serving areas and the windows were never opened.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“When you have finished washing my panties you can hurry back to your housework sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied

“I love You Miss, thank you Miss.”

“Of course you do sissy.” She said happily, closing the door as She left.