6. (c) A Sissies Journey - More Laundry Room Tales Part 4 Curious Visitors

 

“Oh it is dreadfully stuffy and smelly in here isn’t it.”

The visiting Lady client  exclaimed as She and the Mistress or Miss walked through the laundry room followed by the adaptive air con. All the ladies are Mistresses but we only refer to our owner as Mistress, or Miss in private as Miss is seen as more intimate in that setting. Similar with Sir and Master, only our Mistress or owners boyfriend is Master, if He prefers that is, but some Men like to be called Master when we are serving them intimately. It can be very confusing especially for sissies. But one thing we are kept painfully aware of, acutely so, is the correct protocol to use.

It was always very stuffy and humid in the laundry room. The smell of worn panties and warm water as we hand washed each pair of panties was quite overpowering and exciting too. 

The guest would only be very faintly aware of the warm moist

atmosphere, cocooned as they were by the AC, that followed them round, like an envelope. The AC was not for the sissy maids though, our discomfort wasn’t important. It saved the club money, on bills and the environment too, and moreover it pleased our superiors for us to perform our chores in the most menial but intimate heat.

“Yes it can be, but thankfully only for the maids.” Said the Miss.

She smiled and waved at the Sir supervising us from the office above the work area. I say office but it was a nice little room with a couch and CCTV screens on the wall. The Sir could watch us on the screens while watching TV or listening to music. We could be taken into the office if Sir wanted a BJ or to bend us over for anal, or to punish us. One of the sissies had just been in the office on Her knees for Sir. As we had all squirmed jealously and hurried on with our washing duties.

“Well thank goodness not to be one of the sissy maids then.” The visitor laughed.

“Yes how dreadful that would be, for them that is.” The Miss laughed back.

The pair stopped in front of me, I was washing the visitors  pile of panties. I stopped and curtsied to each Lady in turn.

“Hello Miss, good afternoon Miss, I hope you are having a lovely day Miss.”

The visitor smiled at me but didn’t reply.

“Yes we are sissy, quite relaxing, do hurry on with your chores sissy, those panties wont wash or iron themselves.” The Miss told me.

“Yes Miss thank You Miss,” I replied curtsying again.

They continued watching me for a couple of seconds then walked on. I was told to follow them as they went upstairs and onto the shaded veranda of the club. Usually  when a visitor come to the club, the sissy who is chosen to hand launder Her intimates is called to serve drinks. Similarly if the client is displeased about anything sissy can be punished in front of the client. Also because we are performing intimate laundry chores for the Ladies our dildo’s are kept full and expanded all day as if we were attending the Ladies  personally. But when She visits the dildo is engorged appropriately even more. We always feel very full nearly splitting but even more so. The only time the dildo are bigger is when we are performing fellatio or when we attending & serving Mistress, and bigger again when serving Her intimately.

 

So I struggled as always to keep up with in my high heeled boots and 10” hobble strap, on the stairs but

I did, following a discreet and proper 5 paces behind. Feeling and hearing the dildo squidge and squelch inside me. Literally a stick or cock in my ass.

The ladies sat down and another Miss joined them.

“White wine sissy”, “Another white wine Sissy”, “Rose sissy.” I was told

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied to each of the Ladies in turn as they spoke top me.

“Do hurry sissy unless you also want to fetch the crop.” Miss told me.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She was already holding the crop but its meaning was clear. Sometimes I am sent mincing with utter fright to fetch the crop or canes. Sometimes Mistress or Miss might toss the cane to the floor and tell me to fetch it, sometimes held in both hands sometimes held crossways in my trembling lips. The Sirs were fond of that too, sometimes on all fours.

“It has made me very thirsty watching those busy sissies in that stuffy  laundry room.”

“Yes me too.” The visitor replied.

The drinks were served individually on a silver platter. Gracefully but quickly, a superior should never be kept waiting for anything at all.

“You may face the wall sissy.” I was told

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied again.

I had to stand very straight and close against the wall, toes note and tip of my chastity touching the wall.

Curtsy cuffs, holding the hem of my dress and with eyes closed.

The Ladies were laughing and chatting. Then the visitor told me turn around and called me back.

“Fresh more drinks sissy, chop, chop, maid.” She told me smiling.

After I had served more wine the visitor told me to stay and stand to one side of Her.

“Do you enjoy washing my panties sissy.” She teased

“Yes Miss, very much so Miss, thank you Miss.”

“Tell me about the process again sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“In your own little words sissy.” The Miss teased me patting my bottom softly with Her crop.

I told Her how each pair of panties was lifted up in both hands and curtsied to. Then kissed at the crotch softly and reverently, before curtsying again and thanking the Miss in Her absence for being permitted to wash Her panties.

“Always softly sissy ?.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And respectfully sissy ?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

This was true, even when we are hand washing our Mistresses panties and lingerie it is always kissed at its most intimate point of contact, softly and

respectfully, not rudely. Sissies must serve their superiors domestically and intimately, demurely and submissively, blushing. It very much pleases the superior, both male and female, to cajole and tease the sissy coquette as She blushes helplessly with arousal and embarrassment.

In fact washing panties and  lingerie for a Lady who in not the sissies Mistress and  owner is even more sweetly and intimately humiliating for the sissy. Because  with her Mistress sissy will sometimes serve Mistress with Her tongue or be pegged, but for other women this will be the only sexual contact sissy has with Her, except kissing Her bottom in greeting or farewell  sometimes.

“And what do you think about, or rather what fills that pretty little vacant head,  when you are washing my things sissy.”

“Oh Miss, how lovely they always are. Thank You Miss”

Because they always are so expensive an delicate, lace and silk, often hand made, by sissies in little workshops.

“How soft and delicate and feminine they are Miss, thank you Miss.”

“And how pretty and lovely you must look wearing them Miss, thank you Miss.”

“Oh yes I do sometimes spare a thought for your dutiful and perfect laundry services when I toss a discarded pair aside sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Or when my boyfriend takes them down sissy.”

I blushed hotly, sometimes Mistress will have Her sissy take down Her panties before She and Her boyfriend have sex. 

“Oh how lucky your boyfriend must feel to have you as His partner Miss, thank you Miss.”

She smiled.

“Do you think about that too sissy.”

“Yes Miss, I do thank You Miss.” I blushed

“Yes He is lucky isn’t He sissy, and He is a real Man big and firm, not kept soft and tiny, and in pink satin panties  like you sissy.”  

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I blushed and curtsied, smoothing my apron down

“Or kept in chastity sissy.” She watching and smiling as the smoothing glide of my fingers hesitated slightly as they passed over my tiny bulge.

“But don’t you get a little bit excited sissy.” She said teasingly.

A  lot of the clientele start off just curious and intrigued by the hand laundering service for their very expensive underwear. But then seem to visit with an increasing frequency, enjoying questioning and teasing the sissies. Some Ladies get increasing interested in the scene, but other just find it titillating. Some like to bring their boyfriends with them, which can be very humiliating if they are not interested in the scene. But they do seem to like the sissies when they see how effeminate and submissively eager to please we are.   

“Yes Miss, I do Miss, thank You Miss.” I blushed and squirmed.

“It is exciting when I am watching you sissy.”

“Yes it is Miss, thank You Miss.”

“They always are very excited, they are such little bimbos.” The other Miss laughed squeezing my bottom.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“That’s why we keep them always in chastity.” She patted my bottom and squeezed it again.  

“Until we have then properly snipped.” The other Miss replied, all three Ladies laughed at my evident discomfort.

“They are always so excited when they are being supervised by one of the Men. Squirming and squelching on their plugs pathetically needy.”

“If they were allowed to they would be pressing and pushing each other out of the way, desperate to get to His lap, begging to kneel before Him to kiss and suck His cock.”

“Or to be sat impaled on His lap, or bent over, as much as they whimper and moan in distress, all sissies love anal, just like those stories about slavegirls giggling and whispering about Master when He bend them over from behind.”

“Oh, this sound new what is this?” The visitor asked.

The Miss told the visitor about the stories and fantasies we sissies constantly whisper about, if and when

we are allowed to chatter while we work. Telling each other little tips for performing housework, makeup techniques and for pleasing the Sirs, especially. Especially fellatio tips, and oral tips for Mistress. But always lots of hot  things that excite us and these little fantasies, usually involving pretty slavegirls or sissies. And how one of our favourites was one about little slavegirls talking and half complaining about how their Master always gagged them for anal, because they moaned so loudly in distress and humiliated misery as He penetrated them from behind. Always gagged them with their own sex wet panties, which made them even more distressed and sexually excited, and then muffled so prettily as they cascaded with waves of helpless orgasm for Him as He came inside them. And how excited they were by being gagged like that for His enjoyment. Not realizing of course that that one of the Masters had been listening to them while they got themselves so helplessly excited, and that now He would always gag them like for sex. Moreover they would be firmly spanked and perform fellatio to thank the Masters for keeping them so hot and wet for His pleasure.

Of course slavegirls aren’t usually allowed panties with their very short tunics and revealing livery, so the only time they wear panties it is so they can be told to remove them in front of everybody, or have them peeled off by Master as He fucks her and stuffs them into her mouth. Similarly slave girls are not usually plugged although sometimes a very large double dildo belt can be used as punishment, security or training. Likewise with chastity or the iron belt it is to enforce the knowledge that her sexual pleasure is for Her masters enjoyment and control, rather than appropriate strict denial. She loves to orgasm in submission for her Master, but might be punished if He suspects that her fervent desire to please Him is to satisfy her own wet needs rather than for His pleasure. Sissies also long to orgasm is submission to Mistress and Master but that sexual pleasure is only for their superiors satisfaction. Although sissy might and is still severely punished if she is seen as wanting to please Him for her own needs.   

And how excited we sissies got as we told each other this story and all the other sexually submissive stories and fantasies. But secretly this one especially and other similar stories about forced anal.

In truth we told each other the stories in much more and much more salacious and scandalized detail.

But hearing the Ladies tell the story and laugh about the details was so much more excited, I felt like I was splitting and could almost burst on my enlarged plug.

Miss was very aware of my excitement and patted my bottom again.

“Of course the pretty little slavegirls get to orgasm for their Master, don’t they sissy?” just knowing how to make even more excited.

“Yes Miss, they do Miss, thank You Miss.” I exclaimed very embarrassingly squeakily.

Miss smiled.

“But sissies are not allowed to cum or orgasm, are they sissy,”

“Yes Miss, we are not Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And its so much better to be kept in chastity so you can serve the Sirs perfectly isn’t it sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And to serve Mistress, domestically and sometimes intimately  isn’t it sissy?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“She is  a good maid isn’t she ?” The visitor said sweetly

“They all always are, the cane and crop are very well suited to their pretty little bottoms, isn’t that right sissy .”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered frightened.

“When you go down into the laundry room or any room where there are sissies serving or in proximity the Men there is always that hot but pathetic sweet smell of sissies in need.”

“They do naturally get themselves very excited, don’t you sissy?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“They get so excited by everything the stories about pretty slavegirls, kissing our bottoms, by the Sirs, even by each other in their lovely pretty uniforms.”

“It can be quite confusing for their empty little heads, we try not to tease them too much.”

“Yes not too much.” The other Miss laughed  “Just as much as it is amusing.”

Sissies with deep effeminate needs are mercilessly exploited by the Mistresses and Sirs.

It is a pleasant game for them. We are so helpless.

“And when I or one of the other Misses is supervising there is always that sweet smell and atmosphere of fright, sexual fright, that is.”

“I do love walking around them as  they work, it can be quite invigorating and satisfying. And of course administering my crop to correct any errors.”

“The Men prefer spanking or paddling, though we are encouraging them to use the stout canes.”

“Somehow the sissies seem to serve that much better after a firm caning from Sir,”

“Although I do enjoy the swish of the crop, probably but not as much the sissies fear it behind them, I think.”

“And just the tangy atmosphere of sex and fright in the room is quite arousing for me and very arousing, albeit in a different way, for all concerned.”

“But I do often go home after my shift, to my own sissy, busy with Her own housework, waiting eagerly and anxiously for my return.”

“Wondering if I will be sending her immediately, after She has fetched me a drink of course,  hurrying for the strap on or the crop.”

“Or often both.” She added with a chortle.

“Wouldn’t that be lovely for you sissy doing your daily chores waiting at home for me and wondering about my crop or my strap on.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Of course after watching you smooth your dress and apron so prettily I might have to buy a bigger strap on for your cute little ass.”

Mistress and Her friends constantly teased me about how my fingertips just paused ever so slightly when they passed over my tiny bulge, when I smoothed my apron. It was quite instinctive to smooth the glossy satin apron down, so it was neat and pretty, and also instinctive to pause just for a tiny

moment just there.   And how the gesture was so sweet and made Mistress & the Misses want to send me for the strap on or the crop, depending on Her mood. The gesture, just like my lip glossy pout also made the Sirs immediately think of fellatio, I was constantly teased. Which made me very self conscious about it. All the other sissies were constantly teased and tormented about this too, but somehow I felt I was teased more. Which wasn’t true and just made me feel even more silly and helpless.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“A tight little ass like that needs, deserves a nice big cock, doesn’t it sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I would make you positively squeak as I pegged you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”  I blushed as a curtsied

“I will have to show your owner the new catalogue of toys sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I think my current crop would suffice though sissy.”

“My house crop is nice and worn, the leather is so shiny now from my sissies ass, I’m sure it would love to caress your rump too, sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”   

I knew that most Mistresses kept a personal crop at home which Her sissy would fear very much, but would also be so very intimate. Well worn with use and tearful kisses.

“Sometimes though I like to relax and just have sissy under my skirt. Let her hot little tongue do all the work.”

“Although I think your owner and Mistress mostly prefers Her canes doesn’t She sissy ?.”

“Yes Miss, She does Miss, thank You Miss.”

“She has a nice crop too doesn’t She sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I’m sure that will be one of your daily chores polishing Her  crop, sissy, kissing and polishing it fearfully and respectfully.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I am thinking about having my own house sissy one day, sissy.” the visitor told me

“Yes Miss, are you Miss ? thank You Miss.”

“Maybe not my lover, but my current husband.” She said. “I have a very generous ‘prenup’ and a very good lawyer.”

“Isn’t He your boyfriend too.” Miss asked

“Well yes He is, do you think there is a potential conflict of interest there,” She smiled with a mischievous twinkle in Her eyes

The two Misses laughed.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“So maybe you wont be required to wash my pretty little intimates anymore sissy, will that make you very upset sissy.”

“Yes Miss, it would do Miss, thank You Miss.”

“But not for some time sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And maybe you will be kept domesticated by your Mistress and maybe a Master then sissy.”  one of the Misses told me.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“What do you think sissy, should I have a maid of my own.”

“At the very least every Lady should have one.” One of the Misses said, She kept three sissies in panties and strict chastity at home.

“I hope you will treat her as strictly as I am, and want to be Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And deserve to be sissy.” The Miss said patting my bottom sharply  with Her crop.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

It is so enjoyable to come home to a very needy sissy. She will have been thinking about you and aching for you all day. They are so sweet when you bend them over and push your wet panties into their mouths. Especially if you have been thinking about pegging them during the afternoon or on the drive home. Which I often have, Miss laughed. And then peeling or having them peel your panties off and pushing them into their mouths as you penetrate them. So they can taste your arousal as they almost choke on it and their own. Its so enjoyable not allowing them to cum while they can taste nothing but your excitement.

 

Mistress also quite often prefers not to wear panties with Her house or evening lingerie, for Her comfort and also to  tease me. Or when She goes out in very slinky evening dress, that would show a pantie line. Although sometimes She might wear a thong with these dresses to emphasize Her curves and bottom for Her boyfriend. Mistress used to like me wearing a thong when I used to wear the smooth feminine slacks for the office, also to emphasize my bottom. The smooth matte satin slacks with no pockets and the zipper at the rear. Sometimes the Men in the office, on the other floors who were aware of the sissy ‘placements’ on the upper floors would squeeze or even slap my bottom in the lift. When I had complained to Miss, who was looking after me in the office, and Mistress they had suggested that I should be flattered and maybe I should curtsy and thank them. I had blushed furiously, very flustered until they told me they were just teasing for now. But of course if any of the Sirs in the club fondled or slapped my bottom I was to curtsy and thank them. 

I of course was always in panties now, tight glossy satin panties, slippery and glossy almost glassy

inside and out. Some sissies also had their chastity in  a little satin pouch, inside their panties Mistress sometimes liked this ‘modesty pouch’ for me and sometimes She did not.

When performing our own laundry duties with other sissies, each sissy must hand wash the other sissies intimate smalls, just like we lovingly hand wash Mistresses panties. And if we are serving together or being punished together we are usually gagged with each others panties rather than our own. Knowing she can taste your most intimate shame, as you can taste hers  adds to the intense humiliation of being pantie gagged. 

And Mistress when She gags you with Her own warm wet panties for sex or punishment, but especially for sex. She loves the way you moan and whimper, in distress and sexual misery, stifled and muffled by Her panties stuffed in your mouth. Which each thrust both Hers and your  arousal growing to a crescendo of Her pleasure. She has teasingly told you on several occasions, that your helpless moans only serve to add to Her enjoyment. But you cant help yourself and neither can She. Both She is Sir says our moans only serve to make them want to thrust harder and quicker.

Similarly when we are being punished, our muffled cries of pain and fear of total distress, adds as a spur to their satisfaction in strictness.  

 

Or of course having sissy kneel down in front of you to lube the strap on before you spread their legs and fuck them, gagged nearly always so intimately of course,

And when I opt for the crop instead or before, hearing that muffled squeal of pain and fright as the first lash strikes. That sound of leather or cane, hitting their tender soft behinds.

It is usually in multiples of six, but sissies are kept so fluffy & fuzzy by the strong hormones. We simply cant count properly any more. In our vacant little air heads, six is just an awful lot and six more, is an awful horrid lot more again. Usually its at least six and often 12 with the crop. Mistress likes 6 with Her thick cane then following up with 6 & 6 with Her thin springy cane. The Sirs don’t really count, or at least it seems not when they spank us over their knees.  

Or having sissy kneel between my thighs under my skirt, kissing me so intimately until I am satisfied.

They are so loving and devoted to pleasing us with their hot little tongues. Almost as if they think we might allow them access to their little sissies if they perform well enough. The Misses laughed. Of course it is  even more intensely satisfying once they have been snipped. I cringed and felt my knees go weak at the very mention of this. They serve so sweetly and lovingly, as if we would give them back their little things, Miss laughed. Oh and you should see how much more eagerly they suck cock.

We do get very excited by each other and sissies who have been snipped are even more  constantly horny as we jiggle our breasts and bottoms prettily for Sir jealously and pettily anxious and desperate for His attention. And how amusing it is too see us weakly clench our tiny little fists in impotent, completely powerless pique when Sir or Mistress chooses another sissy to serve them. How we love it when it us chosen and hate it when another maid is selected, but also how we also secretly and shamefully relish the humiliation of being dismissed so matter of factly by our superiors.

Gelded sissies are usually given extra hormones so that they grow breasts often too just before they are snipped. Allegedly the very strong localized hormones are also part of  the chemical gelding process. This is much preferred to falsies or implants as they look and feel much better. The hormones keep them nice and pert bouncing and jiggling as we serve and perform our chores.

The Sirs very much enjoy  to be massaged between our breasts as part of fellatio, and to spurt all over our cleavage, they always seem to cum so much and thickly, enough to fill our mouths so much that we are choking waiting for permission to swallow and all over our faces and cleavage, this is more psychological and auto conditioning on our part, just as their cocks always seem so big and hard, but the Sirs do in case come a lot and are all well endowed, and looking at each other as we jiggle prettily we can help but wonder and ache to feel our own little sissies, clitties, massaged so intimately and pleasurably, but that is a pleasure for real Men only. And how lovely it will be look up at Sir submissively as you massage Him so sweetly, knowing that you are locked in chastity to serve Him that much more pleasurably, for Him that is.

Miss pointed out my own soft  swellings, a natural part of the ordinary hormones and patting my bottom, told me.

“Don’t fret sissy it will be your turn soon.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And when you look down you will see your pleasing cleavage instead of your silly little ‘bulge’ if you can even call it that sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And wont that be lovely sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“For Sir that is sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Miss laughed again as She and the three Ladies continued to enjoy their afternoon.

“More wine sissy.” I was told.

“Next time we will have to arrange for you to have a little drink with us sissy, wont that be lovely.”

Some of the Ladies like to pee into a glass and have us drink it from a little wine glass in front of them, pale yellow, still slightly frothy and warm, while they enjoy a glass of chilled wine. Mistress often enjoys this and with Mistress and only Mistress, She likes to pee directly into our mouths, It is something the Misses were encouraging the clients to enjoy. It also meant I would be fuller and more squirmy for the Sirs later as the club sissies were not usually allowed to toilet until much later in the evening. 

“Yes Miss, it will Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And then you may face the wall again sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“You still have lots of panties to wash and then to iron later sissy,”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And I am sure Sir will be interested to know why you are so excited sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied and squelched knowing I would be in for a spanking.

Miss laughed happily.

How wonderful it must be to be them, but how wonderful it is to serve them.

Curtsy

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

    

Domesticated happiness for sissy and Superior

 

How perfect it is for sissy to wake her Mistresses boyfriend, in bed, with her mouth. Feeling Him grow hard and big in her mouth, while she is still so tiny and soft in chastity. The hot smell and taste of Him. The scent and taste of Mistresses arousal and their pleasure still on His  cock a sit hardens in your mouth. Then as He wakes feeling His hands in your hair holding you firmly and pressing you down on Him, His now alive throbbing cock thrust deep in your mouth, in your throat. Mistress might be awake, or half awake watching, or She might still be asleep. He, Sir always comes so quickly and thickly. His cum always taste and smell so strongly in the morning.

And after He has filled your mouth you wait kneeling by the bed for permission to swallow. He might smoke a cigarette ignoring you as you choke on the thick mouthful of His pleasure. Then He might permit you to swallow, or make you wait until you have prepared His breakfast.

He rises from the bed and you curtsy to Him, then He pushes you aside, maybe with a pat or slap on your bottom as Her goes into the bathroom. You hear Him peeing as you hurriedly but quietly tidy and clean the bedroom, wishing so desperately you could pee also, but sissies must wait for permission  & supervision to toilet. You will have changed the sheets & Mistress lingerie in the night, after She and Her boyfriend Sir  had finished fucking.

Its not acceptable for Mistress or Sir to sleep in sex soiled bed linen or lingerie. In contrast if one of the Sirs wants to fuck me I must always sleep in the wet, sticky patch and my glossy pink satin babydoll, will be sticky with His pleasure till morning. After Mistress and Sir have enjoyed sex I will usually serve drinks and lick Mistress clean, then lick and suck Sir clean.

I am always to do this seductively and am expected to look up at Sir while I am performing intimately, even if it is just cleaning His cock.

Sissies are expected to keep their eyes lowered submissively at all times unless told or given permission to look up. Below His or Hers belt, constantly reinforcing our inferior status. And that any sex is for their pleasure, we are to please obediently.

 Sometimes this will get Sir excited again and if Mistress is feeling indulgent She might allow Him to

enjoy my fellatio, or sometimes my ass. At other times Mistress might pull Him back towards Her still feeling wet and rampant Herself. Which means I will have to change the sheets again afterwards. Sometimes Mistress, wanting to sleep might dismiss me not allowing Sir another BJ, to keep Him keen for Her pleasure later.

Sometimes in the night when Mistress is asleep Sir might come to my little bedroom and want fellatio or to fuck my ass. Mistress mostly allows this as long as She is satisfied. But sometimes She is annoyed and I am punished in the morning, with a caning or cropping, and kept cock gagged for my days housework.

This morning Sir pats my bottom firmly and goes into the bathroom. Mistress is still sleeping or has gone back to sleep. Sometimes She might want to queen me in the mornings or just cunnilingus, but often in the mornings if She is feeling horny She might just choose Her own fingers. If She does She likes to either have me stand facing the wall until She is finished or have me tidying and cleaning the room while She sighs and moans with pleasure.

I can see from the way Mistresses lace slip is hanging sticking to Her thighs that She is aroused, so She most likely had been watching. Mistress never sleeps with panties on so I can smell the sweet smell of Her too. But She has drifted off back to sleep now so I tidy the room quietly. Although I have been busy at my chores for a couple of hours already, making sure the house  is spotlessly clean and gleaming for them when they wake. A sissies  day starts when her superiors  wake.

While Sir is still showering I go down to the kitchen and prepare breakfast, well reheat breakfast. It was prepared before I woke Him. Sissies do not ever dare to keep their superiors waiting unless they want to be punished.

I hurry back upstairs & into the bathroom when Sir is coming out of the shower. Offering to towel Him down, but He simply pats my bottom and taking the towel dries himself. Mostly the Sirs are not very interested in sissies after they have had their morning wake up BJ.

Mistress is waking up now and I bring Her a coffee in bed, then go downstairs with Sir and serve Him breakfast. Mistress calls me back upstairs, and She has me kneeling beside the bed so She can hook Her legs over my shoulder and pee. She often enjoys using my mouth like that in the morning it is very intimate. Then She lies back and masturbates while I face the wall.

She comes quite quickly panting and gasping with pleasure. When She gets out bed see is soaked under Her nightdress and I kiss Her bottom and Her front lovingly. Then undress Her and She goes into the shower. Sometimes Mistress or Miss when I am to call Her when its just Her and me, likes me to sponge and wash Her in the shower but not this morning. She smiles sweetly, with exaggerated sympathy at my disappointment, then closes the shower door.

I tidy the bedroom again and wait for Miss to come out of the shower. Sir calls me downstairs for more
coffee an then I rush back upstairs to dry and dress Mistress, then serve breakfast.

Being rather scatterbrained and constantly flustered I lose track of the days. The only times I am aware of the weekends is because Mistress wakes later and doesn’t go to work, She often goes out or has friends over for drinks and snacks. One time when I was very naïve and silly  had asked Mistress if maids ever get a day off. She had been sat with Her friend and Her friends boyfriend. He had sat me on His lap, I knew that later He would put me over His lap and spank me before fellatio while the two ladies chatted. But for no He sat me on His lap and Mistress laughed.

“Whatever would you do with a day off sissy, and more importantly who would do all my housework?”

Both ladies looked at me inquisitively and laughed.

“Its as ridiculous as letting you out of chastity for a day, why would I ever do that sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I had blushed and squirmed embarrassed.

Sir had patted my bottom patronisingly.

Later He told the ladies my oral and anal had been extra special that day. And Mistress told me so was my cunnilingus, so much so that She had enjoyed it twice while playing with the key and laughing about the idea allowing me, or any sissy out of chastity.

After breakfast Sir leaves earlier Mistress relaxes with another coffee and a cigarette before I help Her choose Her outfit for the days. Fetching each outfit from Her closet for Her to try on, in turn. Each rejected set will need to be hand laundered today.

She chooses a midi length matt leather skirt and matt silk blouse, short ankle booties. Lovely as usual I kneel and kiss Her bottom when She is dressed. And curtsy to Her at the door as She leaves for the day locking the front door behind Her. I am only allowed to open the downstairs rear door for deliveries during the day and never allowed to leave the house, or even go into the walled garden and pool area when She is not home.

I am always very tearful and emotional when She leaves for the day. But kindly I have the sheets from
Her and Her boyfriend last night,  to hand wash for my first chore and then Her night wear to also hand wash and iron along with the sheets. Sir has also left some clothes to launder and iron but these will be done separately and later.

I dry my tears and squelch tightly on my plug as I start to wash the first sheet, it is tacky and sticky still from their sex. I curtsy and kiss the soiled patch respectfully, longingly for Mistress, and also a little shamefully for Sir.  

It was always a long day alone with my housework, but also time passed quickly as I was always very busy scrubbing and polishing, all my chores are done as much as possible  the old fashioned way by hand, on my hands and knees too.

But I would always be immaculate and ready with a curtsy and smile for Mistress when She arrived home, and all my chores done perfectly.

It is not nice to be caned, even if I do deserve it, and I love being perfect for Mistress. Curtsy.                 

Sissy maids are good chamber maids.

 

The Misses never needed to do much work apart from to punish us and hurry us along with the crop. That was  their job to supervise us and discipline us. Customer service with corporal punishment. Of course the sissymaids did all the housework & menial chores, smiling happily for our superiors. They enjoyed disciplining and punishing us that was part of the job criteria . Mistress employed ladies on the scene who were very strict and enjoyed being so. The Misses usually had a sissy or sissies of their own at home and often showed us pictures of their own maids. Sometimes we would get to meet them when the Miss was on vacation Herself and Her sissy was boarded here. The other Misses always enjoyed teasing these sissies terribly, but then again they enjoyed teasing all of us just the same.   

Most of the ladies said that their ideal was at first just one sissy. Quite often this was  a boyfriend/partner husband who had become unsatisfactory, or who had always been so and the Mistress had finally decided to take control. Or a specially selected sissy who wanted to enter the lifestyle as had proved themselves to be suitable submissive and compliant. Initially a private, personal sissies just for Mistress and Her new more satisfying boyfriend and the occasional male visitor. At first  just to use and humiliate sissy and further her effeminization. Although this was also quite a turn on for the Mistress to watch.  But then Mistresses desire often  grew to a desire for a small harem of around 5 sissies, still private initially. Who then could also take private visitors to earn substantial extra money for the sissies owners. And then could also be sent to clubs and parties to earn ‘tips for tricks’ for their owners. This was very profitable as female prostitution was prohibitively expensive and socially unacceptable these days. But effeminate sissies were very feminine, obedient and totally pleasing, for a fee. There were also lots of submissive men available, a lot more than you would expect or that even they suspected.

The Mistress and the other women, and the Misses all liked to wear quite fashionable & seductive

clothing. Often highly polished leather skirts or trousers with silk blouses, even business wear was often very subtly sexy and showing that She was highly fashionable and in charge. This of course excited the Sirs but also the sissies haplessly in chastity &  helplessly, even first thing in the morning the ladies who supervised our getting ready in the morning. Watching us shower and take a warm, often quite hot enema, squirming and wriggling with discomfort trying to hold the hot water inside us until given permission to flush, we had to be squeaky clean inside and out for the Sirs. Wriggling and jiggling about as we sponged each other down.

Before showering we were allowed to pee, in turn but often the Misses would tease us and say there wasn’t enough time for that and their break and what was more important Her break or our discomfort.

“Your break time Miss, thank you Miss” We would all say & curtsy, nearly in tears.

So we would wriggle and squirm even more haplessly with our very warm enemas  in the shower 

After we had dried each other the Misses would choose our uniforms, there were lots of variants on the wet look satin and lace but we were never allowed to choose. And them makeup, nails and hair. Most of us had pretty little bobs, a couple of the sissies who had very fine features had shorter feather cuts, but still with enough hair for Sir or Mistress to hold on to if they wanted to. Most of us were blondes I was platinum blonde sometimes with faint pink edging. Our nails were all squoval and veryy glossy, very impractical for our chores but pretty and like our uniforms had to be kept immaculate.

We would all sit down at the tables pressed together on the benches for a slice of dry white toast, in triangles of course and  a sugary cup of weak very milky tea, for breakfast.

The two Misses, there was always two on the morning rota would sit at another table enjoying a full breakfast and very strong aromatic coffee. One or two of us would be lucky enough to attend & serve them.  While they chatted and laughed enjoying breakfast. We were allowed to chat quietly too, eating primly sitting gracefully. Often our bottoms would be tender from spankings and anal the night before. Our posture on  the very thin hard bench had the effect of making us feel like we were impaled on our plugs as we sat and daintily nibbled the toast. Sometimes one of the Misses would pee into a glass and give one or two of us that to drink instead or as well as tea. Especially if She had denied those sissies toileting that morning. But usually the bottled pee was saved till later, to drink with lunch or the evening meal. Only Mistress pees directly into our mouths when She desires, but Mistress likes us to drink female urine whenever possible and because She has so many sissies in Her personal harem acting as chamber maids, there simply isn’t enough from Her alone.

Then as we were sent to our morning chores, there was still a couple of hours of housework before we would wake the Men with fellatio, the Misses would tease us with auto conditioning triggers.

We all of Mistresses sissymaids and chamber maids, all  had breasts DD and ample jiggly cleavages now. Mistress had given us all the extra hormones and then a month or so later we were all chemically gelded. Mistress had told us that sissies growing breasts didn’t need little clitties anymore, and that the hormone balance of having breasts means that little sissy clitties and plums had to go. I wasn’t really so sure about that but if Mistress said it was so,  it was so. And in any case what was better keeping our little flaccid clitties or pleasing Sir with our breasts and earning lots of ‘tips’ for Mistress to enjoy spending.

“Pleasing Sir Mistress. Thank You Mistress.” We had all curtsied obediently.

We were always so very attentive and needy, fervently obedient & submissive.

One unexpectedly delightful side effect of chemical gelding was that it made sissies constantly and hotly

desperate to please the Sirs very much more so than before. Sucking Him and being bent over for Him even though we still found anal deeply distressing and humiliating, with Mistress and Her strap on and more so with Sirs throbbing member. We ached to serve and please the Sirs and cling to Him submissively afterwards nearly as much, but never as much as we ached to serve Mistress intimately, and we also found our trial menial chores erotically charged, especially washing Mistresses or the lady guests underwear. Mistress said it was quite lovely to see me in tears of need hand washing Her panties after cunnilingus. Quite so that She often decided to enjoy my tongue again.

But with the Sirs now we so ached desperately and almost uncontrollably for fellatio and to please Him, for Him to cum stickily in our mouths almost as if somehow we unconsciously or emotionally expected to cum ourselves or feel some release when He came. And even to be bent over and penetrated, which we still found so distressing and shamefully arousing, knowing that He didn’t care because His pleasure was much more important than our discomfort. And that made us want to please Him even more. In the past some sissies were occasionally allowed to orgasm anally during penetration, even to be milked sometimes that way. But the consensus from the Mistresses was that only they should orgasm when they are having sex with us, it was much more enjoyable that way.

And only Sir should cum when they were fucking us. We would still get the build up and the near crescendo, but then only the feeling of total surrender to Hers or His pleasure when they came and you were not allowed to.

So much so that sometimes the Sirs would let us sit on their laps post licking Him clean after sex, or occasionally until we swallowed His cum. Sitting there clinging to Him tearfully for a few moments. But only if He was feeling indulgent. Mistress preferred us to remain kneeling under the hem of Her skirt, kissing Her softly on these occasions. Again only if She was feeling satisfied and indulgent, before sending us to hand wash Her panties. The panties you had so lovingly removed so She could enjoy your intimate service.    

 

Needless to say this effect of the chemical/hormonal gelding was so amusing and pleasing to Mistress

and the other ladies that many sissies who had been physically gelded, snipped as they called it had the procedure reversed so that sissy could be snipped again. All these procedures could be reversed if our owners gave permission which of course they never would unless it suited them.

The procedure Mistress had chosen for us  left us with just a tiny button extruding that Mistress could fit a pretty little  pink lock to us, with attached urethral tube, so that were still constantly reminded that we were locked up. Some chemical gelding left the clitty recessed similar to a woman’s but without the natural vagina or clitoris. Mistress for now preferred the tiny lockable button and the Sirs liked to see were still locked too. But Mistress could as always change Her mind as She saw fit.

The Misses would tease use telling us to look at each other. Look how pretty she is with her jiggling boobs and bottom in that sexy uniform. Just think how lovely it would be to have her on her knees before you sucking you or bending her over to spread Her cheeks and fuck her tight little bottom.  To see her looking up with her glossed lips around your cock sucking you obediently and lovingly.

Imagine that time when all the girls were so pretty at that party, but out of your reach and you couldn’t wait to get home and masturbate, but time after time that on that journey or odyssey you had been delayed, finally you had arrived home but had become overexcited that as soon as you touched yourself all the week cum just leaked out pathetically like sissies often do before chastity.

Left feeling damp but unsatisfied, and in tears of frustration and shame, unable to get aroused again and

feeling so inadequate compared to the real men at the party. Who were so confident with the pretty girls who reciprocated that confidence and easy sexuality, that was so out of reach for sissies, like you even before you knew you were a sissy.

That is the only way a sissy should have ever cum,  ruined or milked leaking out, but preferably never allowed to release  again once in chastity.

But think how wonderful it would be to be a Sir just for a few moments and have one of the  lovely sissy there for your pleasure. With her jiggling heaving cleavage and Her plump but soft glossy lips engulfing your cock, and to spurt strongly with pleasure in Her pretty face and then to bend her forward and spread her bottom, first with your hands but then with your cock as you penetrate her. How pleasurable that would be. And suddenly that’s all you can think about when you see the other maids mincing so prettily in their lovely glossy, glassy satin and lace trim.

Then with abrupt sharpness, sometimes with the mnemonic sound from the snap of the crop. That horrible snap of leather on soft flesh, or on Her heel, for extra frightening volume.   Miss would reduce us back our effeminate reality we were all  just sissies. Not one of the Sirs but there to please the Sirs and it would be you looking up so prettily at Him from your knees desperately eager to please Sir and knowing that you would be, and deserve to be, punished if you failed in any tiny way to totally satisfy and please Him. Put over His knees and spanked before sex and punished with the crop if you didn’t satisfy and please Him totally. In  a delicious fluster of sex and fear, delicious for them that is.

In tears unable to help ourselves we would face and embrace the other sissies sometimes three or four of us together and curtsy close to each other breast rubbing and jiggling together. And pressing closer kiss each other on the lips, eyes meeting as if we sucking one of the Sirs cocks together. And whisper sweetly to each other.

“I hope Sir is  as strict with you as I want Him to be with me.” Imagining being over His lap for a hard spanking.

“I hope you please Sir as much as I want to please Him.” Imagining Him parting your lips or bottom with His firm cock and cumming.

“Ohhh ohhh, this sissy maid does too, ooh…” We would reply gasping with helpless excitement. Knowing only too well that, that excitement was for His pleasure never yours.

Then curtly we would be sent hurrying to our chores, aching with arousal until it was time to wake the Sirs with fellatio.

The Misses would laugh watching us mincing hurriedly to our chores. Sometimes hurrying one or two of us with a quick sharp double slash with the crop. But the sharp crack of the whip and the fearful obedient sob hurrying us all along.

In the morning the Misses often liked to assign me shoe polishing duties as they said it was amusing to

watch me kneeling squirming on my plug,  thinking about sucking and waking the Sirs as I polished their  shoes with my panties. Or at least it seemed that way, to all of us, each given the most sexually humiliating tasks, more than the other maid. Punished more strictly, teased more, hurried along with the crop more, given a hotter enema or denied morning or evening pee, more than the other maids. In truth though we were all assigned this and the other chores and pantry laundry duties randomly according to our superiors whims. And in truth as well we all were happy when we imagined Mistress or the Sirs and guests treated us more strictly. We all wanted to kept under perfect thrilling discipline to please them as much as possible.  

The maid right next to me got a criss cross across the backs of her thighs. I heartd the awful crack of the leather on the backs of her soft creamy legs and Her squeal and whimper. She curtsied and whispered thank you Miss. I inadvertently curtsied to and Miss laughed at me and thankfully only patted my bottom.

I knelt down to start polishing the shoes, there was  along line of them along the corridor. There was another maid at  the other end of the corridor too, but on the other side. There was lots of shoes to shine. I made sure I squirmed and squelched prettily  when the other Miss walked past and continued to do so thinking already about waking the Sirs. The Miss would be going to the staff room now to relax and maybe sleep for a couple of hours, it was still very early. Sometimes the Ladies on duty had come directly from a night out and were still wearing their lovely outfits.

On occasion, scandalously they might have a boyfriend with them, and after they had supervised us they

might use one of the vacant bedrooms. Sometime I knew the Misses might be aroused and decide to use one of the rooms Herself to masturbate and then sleep. This was none of our business of course, but sometimes the Misses liked to humiliate us by making us attend them in the rooms or maybe have us standing facing the wall while they moaned loudly with pleasure.

But for now I hurriedly got on with polishing the Sirs shoes with my panties. I glanced over at the other maid and Her pretty bouncing breasts as She polished  fervently. I  had a sudden spasm of arousal, then almost choking with need hurried on with my own polishing.

We were good maids and wanted to please Mistress and Her guests.