Obedient Domesticity for Sissies

 

I tried to jiggle my breasts unobtrusively but prettily. Master and Mistress had left for the day but the house AI was always watching us sissy maids as we busied ourselves with the housework. Plus Mistress or Master might be watching, we never knew if they might. I had woken Master with fellatio this morning, Mistress had already left today, which was unusual as Master usually wakes first, but Mistress had an important day at work today.

Of course we sissymaids were not told anything about this, like anything apart from housework  it was much too important for us silly maids. But Mistress had been slightly on edge and anxious for the last couple of days, and we had been punished more severely than usual if She found suspected or imagined even the tiniest oft overlooked fault with our service.  The sting of Her crop was especially painful at these times, as if the sharp kiss of the leather was augmented by Mistresses mood. 

No doubt one of us would be getting a good pegging later, I so ached that it would be me. Even though we feared anal penetration from both Master who was very well endowed and Mistress who enjoyed using a very thick and large strap on, it was so intimate to feel Mistress inside you as She pounded you until Her orgasm.   It was very intimate with Master too but even though we were completely effeminate and sexually submissive to Him  we still didn’t like to admit this even to ourselves. Of course Master and Mistress enjoyed our muffled moans of sexual distress as they penetrated us it spurred and added to their pleasure and vigour.

For Her part mostly Mistress prefers not to be woken by oral sex, but often She will enjoy cunnilingus or queening, while She enjoys Her first coffee and smoke in bed. Master always likes to be woken by one of us and this morning it was me and He always has the maid who wakes Him serve His breakfast, making her wait to swallow His thick morning cum until after He had finished eating. He always cums an awful lot, enough to fill our mouths and cum all over our face and breasts. And even though I had wiped myself clean with my panties I still felt sticky, my face but especially my cleavage. We sissies all had hormone induced tasteful but large bouncy breasts, they were C but to us felt like DD’s. Always in pushup bras  that were at least a size too small and tight. And when we were not serving Master our maids uniforms were always buttoned up very tightly.

I didn’t dare adjust my cleavage or uniform, my chores must always come first. The AI or superiors

might be watching and in any case one of the other sissies wouldn’t hesitate to be a tittle tattle and hurry to tell Mistress. We were all so jealous and tell tales even though invariably the tell tale would be punished as well as her victim. Mistress would tell the tearful naughty maid to fetch one of Her crops. She had a selection with varying thickness, all were very well worn and feared terribly. The poor maid would be cuffed and put over the bench to wait for her punishment. But then just as the other maid was feeling jealously triumphant, in such a petty effeminate way, and expecting to be sent back to her chores Mistress would, tell her to stop  and ask her why she had time to notice the other maids behaviour and hadn’t been busy with her own housework, or why she thought it was necessary to bother a superior with such a trivial matter.

Then she would be cuffed and told to get over the bench as well, next to the other maid, and both maids would be gagged with the other panties for punishment. There would be no sense of petty triumph or smug satisfaction, well maybe just a little, just growing panic and fright from both maids the skirt and petticoats of their dresses lifted exposing their bottoms and the rear of their thighs. Waiting for her comeuppance.

 Mistress would sit back and enjoy a glass of wine and a smoke taking Her time, letting both maids stew and simmer. She often said She enjoyed the atmosphere of helpless fright much more satisfying than She found the squeals and cries of pain from the sissies.  

I didn’t even dare wiggle about too much as I knew one of the other maids would run to Mistress as soon as she could. Just as I would in the same situation we were so petty and envious, and so weak and powerless.

We were allowed to chat and tease each other as we worked. Mistress said She sometimes liked to hear the happy obedient voices of Her maids, in the background  as they worked. Though we knew if She or any of the other Ladies, or Master or the Sirs were present in the room we would be quiet, respectfully, submissive and subjugated, with obedient fright. Even though we all spitefully envious we chatted gaily and happily. In truth about not much really just inane chatter about how lovely Mistress looked and how we longed for Her. Or teasingly how much sissy loved sucking Masters or squirmed and moaned prettily on His cock. How thick and lovely He tasted. This was always said quite slyly with a strong hint of scandal the last maid to perform fellatio in mind, increasing her forced bi shame. Even though we all wished it was she who had sucked Him. Today it was my turn and I blushed and squirmed, but happily too, which just served to make the other maids more jealous. We never slackened our pace though, we were always very keen to show that we were  working very hard and harder than the other maids.

At the start of the day our hearts would sink at the mountain of dreary chores to be performed and the drudgery never seemed to diminish no matter how hard you tried. But we were always smiling and happy that Mistress didn’t have to do this menial housework, curtsying thankfully as we started and completed each chore.  

We were allowed to listen to the maids channel on the radio which was filled with very soppy and very sexy love songs. That filled us with aching longing for Mistress. Songs and then housework tips and erotic tips for pleasing Him or Her. Stories about good maids getting praise from Mistress and kissing Her bottom as a reward. It was both a greeting and show of respect as well as a sweet reward. Especially after pleasing Mistress orally. Or a nice firm pat on the bottom from Sir, although this might also be a teasing pinch or slap too. Or naughty maids being found lacking and getting their comeuppance. Often with sound effects with the maid getting spanked, caned or worse.

But our favourites pastime was telling each  other and embellishing lasciviously  the little slavegirl fantasy stories, that Mistress laughed and said were so pathetic. And even though primarily featured Maledom submissive slavegirls and Masters,  were only permitted because sissies should always remember that slavegirls were permitted to climax and quite gloriously so  with Master when He permitted it. But sissies were not. We would get so very excited imaging the slavegirls orgasms, we would be squirming helplessly and blushing furiously on our plugs while we worked. One feature  that most superiors on the scene found attractive in sissies was pale creamy skin tone that blushed and flushed with sexual excitement easily and visibly, especially our thighs and décolletage.

In one of the stories one group of girls who were imported slaves who had been kidnapped from Earth, were feeling rather special because they were never expected to work outside but were always working inside one of the caravans tents. And even though it was uncomfortable in the hot bouncy wagons, where they were also often kept hooded and bound they never had to walk in the hot sun. This also meant that they never saw the magnificent  mountains and valleys, nor the beautiful beaches and coves, the waves crashing on the coast,  they could hear just outside the heavy leather of the wagons curtains. But they were special or so at least they thought, until one  of the native slavegirls who was  blonde like but not so pale like these barbarian girls. The native slaves had all hair colours and often had healthy olive tanned skin. And there were some very lovely dark eyed and dark haired Arab or middle eastern looking girls, whose eyes flashed so attractively over their veils. But then again so did the blue eyed blonde girls. But this native girl had scornfully told the pale girls that the reason they were being kept inside was because some Masters liked their very creamy pale skin and how they blushed and flushed like hot little sluts. Also prized was their very dumb blank expressions, on occasion. And it also meant that they would probably be bought by very strict Masters who would want lots of anal sex. As well as lots of oral sex and they would have to swallow all the time. Slave girls always swallowed obediently anyway and anal was very popular too, but these new slaves didn’t know this yet. They had felt very dumb and very, very blonde. Compared to the Masters all the slavegirls felt very inferior to the Masters physically and intellectually, slavegirls were considered and considered themselves to be quite emotional and animal like,  completely lesser and barbarian girls even more inferior and worthless apart from as sex toys.

One of the Masters had entered the tent sometime later and found all the girls very tearful. When He sat

one of them on His lap, already His favourite albeit she was His temporary favourite. Until  she was sold soon which was most likely soon, and asked her why she was crying. She had clung on to His arm and told Him. He had laughed and sent her off to His tent. He had cracked the whip loudly and told the other girls curtly to get on with their chores. They had hurriedly fearfully obeyed Him. When she returned sometime later she had been spanked, and well used both orally and anally. And was also deliriously happy. The other girls were all scandalized and terribly jealous too.    

Master would sometimes tell us that the slavegirls in these stories were so weak and small in stature compared to their Masters They were so easily physically dominated and controlled or raped by their owners and were always vulnerable and in frightened but lovely obedience to their Masters. And also because they were so helpless and powerless, they were petty and competed jealously to please and for every scrap of attention from their owners and superiors. Just like sissies.

The average height for Men is now between 6.2” and 6.6” for women between 5.5” and 5.8” for sissies the hormones and treatments keep us around 5.4”. And very slender apart from nicely rounded but tight bottoms and breasts, with a very feminine narrow waist. So we are easily controlled and dominated by the Sirs and Mistress. Moreover although nearly all our chores are done by hand arduously, by design. Anything less than very thin muscle tone is seen as unattractive, as are calloused hands or any imperfection in our nails and makeup. So we feel utterly physically dominated and subjugated physically and sexually in the presence of our superiors. And also feel petty and mean with our powerless jealousy that Mistress and Master so love to exploit mercilessly and to punish us for when they wish to.  

So there was no need to use cuffs or restraints to control or constrain  us but it was pleasurable to see us even more helpless locked in the pink cuffs and belt set that Master liked to impose on us for fellatio and sex. And Mistress enjoyed when pegging us and sometimes for cunnilingus. As well as for a spanking, caning or cropping.

In some of the stories the slavegirls are put in blindfolds or hoods periodically. Horrible tight fitting leather bags over the head buckling closed around the neck or securely around the waist or between their legs. This is for punishment, for sex or purely because their Master decides. And quite frequently for transport. The slavegirl knowing fearfully that the next time she is released from the hood she might be on the auction block, ready to be sold to a new unknown owner.

Or stories where horrid but oh so strong and handsome  Masters fight over the slavegirls where the terrified girl kneels often bound or screaming in vulnerable terror. While the two brutes fight over who will own her or who will at least get to split her legs that night. Afterwards she will be so wet and eager to please and placate Him. And sometimes after He has fucked her, she will be sent to the other Man as a gesture of conciliation. And often more tellingly so that she doesn’t feel important or any sense of worth, apart from as a pretty fucktoy.

The slavegirls are just property and chattel, branded owned and sold. In one story a group of blondes is humiliated when they realize that they are being selected for sale merely by hair colour. The trader wants 3 blondes, 3 brunettes and 2 redheads. The slaves usually work and serve nude, except maybe a short apron like tunic during the day, and sometimes a little glossy mouth veil that has a very suggestive cock shaped indent in the otherwise smooth fabric. And sometimes the girls are allowed panties but only so they can be instructed  to remove them and the rest of their clothes, in front of the Men, the veil is always worn for modesty. Or have their soaked panties removed so the slavegirls can be gagged with the sopping fabric for a spanking or for sex. She might be kept gagged until just before orgasm, or until after she has subsided sobbing her joyful submission still impaled on His throbbing spurting lust.

There are free and dominant women in these stories and the contrast between the nude veiled slavegirls and the imperious Women could not be starker. Though there are very rare stories where a haughty dominant Lady is suddenly enslaved. Mistress doesn’t approve of these stories but allows them just so we can have the vicarious thrill of being upended and getting your just deserts a s a slavegirl. Of course we sissies all long to the nude slavegirls running around serving the clothed very dominant Master, always breathlessly close to orgasm. And Mistress laughs that we sissies are already constantly in that hyper excited state, but unlike the slavegirls not allowed to climax.

Mistress told us that originally these stories originated in some rather old fashioned quite misogynistic, and rather tedious sword and sandal stories. But they have taken on a life of their own with sissies, with each telling the stories get more salacious and the slavegirls more willingly submissive and pleasing. But what is so perfect is that the slavegirls orgasm for their Masters at the um climax of these stories and we are left hot and squirming helplessly in chastity, 

Sometimes when both Master & Mistress are planning on being away for some time we maids are sent

to one of the sissy hotels where the maids work as chambermaids and to serve the Sirs sexually. There are quite a few parties or gang bangs and sometimes the Men like the sissy to be hooded. Not really to make us more pliable as we are always very obedient, but to enhance their pleasure in our vulnerability. It is also entertaining for them afterwards watching us mincing around breathlessly cleaning, serving  drinks & refreshments wondering if Sir was one of the Sirs who had just enjoyed our ass. It does add a whole new complexion to your vulnerability. The Sirs often say that a sissies fellatio is greatly improved after anal penetration, its just that often they are too excitedly impatient and cant wait to blow in our faces. And sissies must never keep a real Man waiting. Bringing Him a drink and bending over saucily & suggestively so He can get an eyeful of your cleavage while fondling slapping  your bottom. Or Kneeling kissing His cock and wondering if He has just fucked you. Makes the service and fellatio even hotter and more enjoyable for them.

You are not even allowed to see the Sirs face when you lick His  cock clean. You might still be hooded with the hood rolled up slightly. Or many times there is a little room, with a leather curtain and a reverse glory hole where you and a couple of other sissies lick clean the still glistening semi erections that are pushed through. The room, tiny at least on the sissies side of the curtain humid and sticky stinking of cum, soiled lube and sissy perfume. Thanking the Sirs for the privilege and listening to the confident male conversation laughter of the unseen Sirs. Often there will be an unexpected final spurt in your face leading to excited embarrassed squeals from the sissies and much laughter from the Men.

Sissies too are kept blindfolded for transportation, or in darkened limos or vans, unable see the outside world or where we are being taken. Sometimes bound and locked in the trunk. There was one famous kidnapping case where the police were stopping cars to search and one speeding car was stopped. The trunk when openened revealed 3 sissies bound gagged and hooded kneeling , on all fours, frightened in the trunk. The driver lifted the skirt of one of the sissies, it didn’t take very much lifting at all  to reveal sissies backside. The officer  seeing the chastity tube, tiny but still evident in their tight satin panties didn’t even blink or bat an eyelid, laughed  and closed the trunk again. The video continued with the policeman and the driver sharing a cigarette. The driver was given a ticket for being over the speed limit however.

But I felt so sticky now, and the other maids were teasing me jealously, working close to me as if to bask in the afterglow of Masters pleasure. Often after fellatio and swallowing His pleasure the other maids are allowed to curtsy and kiss sissy on the lips and also thank Master for being their Master. When Mistress or Master decides on the hormone treatment for sissies to grow breasts, this also means that prior to that sissy will be chemically gelded. Its not true, but we are teased that its better for sissies to have a lovely buxom cleavage for Sir, especially as He will enjoy being massaged between them, than useless and redundant tiny sissy cherries. But with the teasing I still physiologically feel like I am getting semi swollen and aroused, even though my clitty is just a tiny locked button now. And the other sissies are all getting very aroused and needy too, mincing and squirming in our glossy pretty uniforms.     

The only semblance of climax is the occasional night time dampness, or a leak of clear weak precum, that sometimes happens when you are pleasing Mistress or Master. No spurt or release is felt just the damp after sensation. This must be reported to Mistress or Master and sometimes you are spanked or worse. At other times you are just expected to continue wearing the creamed panties, or sometimes to lick them clean. Sometimes inexplicable 2 or more sissies might experience this leaking at the same time and if so we are made to swap panties, sometimes licking them clean beforehand.

It is most embarrassing  at night when you might be having a dream about pleasing Mistress or Master cumming into your mouth. Very occasionally you might be just about to cum yourself although that is now a very distant faint impossible memory. And then you always wake hot and bothered with damp nighttime panties. The other maids will all know what has happened too, but rather than tease we are encouraged to cuddle and spoon each other drowsily back to sleep. The glossy glassy fabric of our baby doll nighties rustling prettily together. We would cuddle and cling close to each other, not allowed to touch ourselves or each other. But somehow even though your tiny clitty  was now a distant memory. You feel so helplessly and insistently aroused, squirming on your phallic plug (the only erections sissies are allowed) Squeezing your thighs together and pressing  your swollen breasts into your fellow maids breasts or her back, all pressed together in the small bed.

In the tiny bedroom with its small single bed and pastel pink highly shiny satin sheets. The door is kept

locked when we are inside and it only has a very small high locked window that we cannot reach. Sometimes these rooms have a split half door so that the sissies can only crawl out of on their hands and knees, our superiors can of course open both parts of the door. In my  previous Mistresses house this was the room I slept in and was taken to if one of Her male friends wanted to fuck me, although they sometimes liked to do this in the laundry room too. This was the room I was locked in if Mistress ever had vanilla workpeople in the house, or if She simply wanted to lock me up for period. At these times I wouldn’t be allowed to loll around or sleep I would be expected to face the wall in curtsy cuffs and wait.

In the morning though you must tell Mistress and often one of the other maids will manage to rush to tell on you to Her before you can. Mistress might smile indulgently over Her coffee as She sits in bed getting readily mentally for Her day, sometimes with one of us between Her thighs head covered by the damp hem of Mistresses silk negligee or nightie, or face and mouth upwards under Her. And sometimes you might be sent for the crop, or told you will be cropped later. Perhaps after breakfast is served or when She returns home from work. Or if Master has not left for work yet He might spank you, or worse use the crop. My previous Mistress liked to cane for this rather than use the crop as She felt it was more personal & intimate. My  current owner & Mistress, makes Her  crop feel just as intimate and painful.  

After sissies are chemically gelded our submissive libido is seemingly uncontrollable & limitless. We are so constantly attentive, loving and separate to please. Just performing our chores we are so very needy and around Master or Mistress we are almost choking, gasping with near orgasmic excitement. That hot sensation somehow in your chest and throat, only constrained by the frightened need to serve prettily and gracefully at all times, that state of demure sexiness. Or to be seen to be hurrying as quickly but perfectly and diligently with our housework.

Mistress might punish us for being so bothersome and needy or laugh pleased. She likes to tease us and show us pictures, usually little clips of other Mistresses sissies serving just as helplessly and prettily as we are.

And the auto suggestion routines are emphasized incredibly so. Sissies are always incredibly excited by serving Mistress intimately. And despite what we will even secretly admit to ourselves, serving Master and the Sirs too. But glancing at each other in our lovely glossy uniforms with our jiggling bouncy breasts and wiggling bottoms, our plump well glossed fellatio lips, putting so perfectly in anticipation. You suddenly get an image more of a feeling or sensation of how wonderful it would be to be the Master & to  cum in her lips, or her ass, to have her kneeling so obediently and submissively for your pleasure. You can almost taste that sensation, where you are so almost uncontrollably horny all day, but unable to masturbate, then you finally get home and ruin the orgasm by going soft and being to quick. Then just as quickly you are reminded that you are the pretty sissy looking up from you knees at Master  and your are helplessly for His  pleasure. And just how that realization makes you so incredibly more aroused and needy as you continue with your chores.

Even though this is purely auto suggestion and would not be allowed as it would be too vulgar and

unseemly. You constantly feel hot and very wet, smelling very strongly of need between your legs in your tight satin panties. In actual fact the silicon dildo plugs are totally dry but feel incredibly slick and damp constantly. They are infused with strong estrogen and treatments that keep you very tight but also very smooth for penetration. Very enjoyable for Him as the treatments make you feel so tight but easy all along His shaft, but very tight and invasive distressing for you. Mistress says the way you constantly spasm backwards then appear to swallow deeper makes it feel incredible for Her strap on. Master just laughs, saying He doesn’t think that deeply about it when He is fucking our ass, or for that matter our mouths.

But you are constantly wet all the time and smelly and all the other maids are, you can smell and hear each other squidging as you mince about. And Mistress and Her Lady friends love to tease us about this. Getting one of us very embarrassed and excited before having the flustered maid serve drinks then usually face the wall until needed further.

And I was very tender today. Mistress had gone out with a few of Her friends, dressed in a very lovely plain silk sheath cocktail evening dress. So thin and filmy that She  hadn’t worn any panties nor a visible bra. I had dressed Her and gotten myself so very excited, that Master who was staying in had decided He wanted to fuck me, after a sound spanking for getting myself excited of course. Which only made it so much worse as I could feel His firm erection when I was over His knee sobbing for Him to stop.

We were all in our pink nighties and Master had decided at the last minute that we wouldn’t be allowed

to pee that evening. He or Mistress often torment and tease us this way. Sissies produce very little fecal matter and can be kept needing to pee without any harm for around 3 days. It is quite distressing and uncomfortable, but Master says we squirm so prettily. And watching us curtsy and thank Him or Her when we are told we will we will not be allowed to toilet that evening is so endearingly cute. Especially when they go and use the toilet immediately afterwards, peeing and in Masters case whistling loudly. Mistress, but not Master  also like us to wipe Her after She pees, but not for the other.

When we are permitted to toilet Master or Mistress will stand watching us with the little sissies room door open, and there is no  relief or release just a damp leaking sensation, and we will usually be instructed to stop before we think we are totally finished.

“That’s quite enough, isn’t it sissy?”

“Yes Mistress (or Master) thank You Mistress.” Curtsy

“Wipe yourself sissy, remember good girls front to rear.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Not that sissies have anything worth bothering with in front, isn’t that so sissy.”

“No Mistress, Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” Curtsy.

The other maids were all kneeling in the humbler position. Before were gelded Mistress and Master often enjoyed putting us in the group humbler. The humbler that by  means of a thin board behind  the thighs keeps and  pulled our tiny cherries behind us, enforcing a kneeling position. making any movement especially forward movement extremely painful. Master and Mistress had a group one for all of us together.  The thin restraining board had 5 small holes in the pink plastic, and we would be kept kneeling together. Plugs at maximum and usually cock gagged, always in cuffs and kneeling face down, well actually cheek down facing each other. You couldn’t actually see anything once the leather curtain was closed anyway. One maid would be tasked with securing all the others and she would also lower the maids tight panties kiss each of the sissies on the cherries from behind also in the kneeling position. Before Mistress usually would enjoy snapping the elastic on the panties back into place. The maids would squeal in fright and pain at this. The maid would then either serve Mistress and Master while they had sex, or be secured Herself.

The curtain would be closed leaving all the maids in the warm humid darkness, that reeked of the

leather curtain, sex and fear as well as the sissies perfume. Listening to Master and Mistress having sex. But nearly always at some point in the evening Mistress or Master would decide that the sissies were making to much noise squirming in their restraints, distracting the superiors from their sensual enjoyment, we never were or dared to be anything but as totally silent as we could be incidentally.

The curtain would be opened and Master or Mistress would take the special leather paddle. Designed to be very flexible but flattening, and also very loud in application. And swat us on our exposed cherries, despite the huge cock gag  the squeals of pain and terror would be overwhelming, and this more than anything waiting for your turn would be so awful and sexually terrifying, that at this point no matter how subjugated and obedient you were you would want to be anything but a sissy. more than anything that is until you were swatted.

In a famous court case. These I suspect are all stage managed as the sissies never ever prevail. After all when a sissy signs the sissy contract she legally completely forgoes all her rights to the custody of her owner.  A court was shown a video of this restraint and a maid being punished for being too bothersome, and it was claimed that this was cruel and unusual punishment. During the proceedings much to everyone’s interested amusement the technique was demonstrated. The case was of course found in the owners favour and dismissed. That night I’m sure the maid spent all night in the humbler and no doubt was swatted or paddled several times.

Mistress has often teased and  laughed that it was a shame that She enjoyed seeing our faces announcing that She would be putting us in the humbler so much so that She liked to use it occasionally, like She most nights we would be allowed to pee. Or not to be punished for some reason or the other. She had occasionally like spikes inside the chastity tube but had gotten bored of that. Or using Her dildo stool that was 14” long and thick, as well as many other sexual humiliations and punishments. Otherwise She would use them all the time.  

Then the curtain would be closed again and the maids would kneel sobbing and frightened, while

Master and Mistress laughed and chatted before having sex again. The sissies behind the leather curtain again would kneel all night in terror, wondering if they would be punished again before drifting off to sleep. One thing about sissies is that we sleep very quickly, Mistress says its because our pretty little heads are so vacant. Before waking in the morning to start our chores.

I recall one very humiliating incident when sobbing I had asked Master how were released in the morning without waking Him or Mistress, our chores start at dawn break. He had told me not to worry my pretty little head, it was all done electronically something I wouldn’t understand. I had been a systems draftee  engineer before my effeminization started. But it seemed like a wonder to me now. I had clung to Him and thanked Him for explaining even though I hadn’t understood and He had patted my bottom patronizingly. He had graciously allowed me to give Him a blow job to show my gratitude. And afterwards to polish His shoes with my panties.

But our exposed cherries and the horrid humbler, fearsome paddle was in the past now at least physically, however with auto suggestion those same sensations could be induced in sissies as we kneel waiting to serve Him. Often in the evening when serving Master one of us will serve Him intimately while another might hurry about fetching drinks and other refreshments, sometimes like last night though it will be the same maid serving drinks and serving intimately, it is His preference after all. The other maids will be left kneeling facing the wall, face, cheek down bottoms in the air. Feeling exactly the same anticipation, fright and total vulnerability as if they are waiting in the humbler, but somehow intensely enhanced.

He had pulled down my panties and pressed them into my mouth before spanking me. He also had grumbled that there wasn’t a pair of Mistresses own still unwashed panties to use for this purpose. But these had all already been hand washed and ironed. In fact He had sat in the kitchen with the laundry room door open while He enjoyed a post work blow job, He was quite insatiable, while they had been ironed. I had been upstairs smoothing Mistresses glossy silk bedsheets, while She showered. They and Her pillows had to be perfectly smooth and unrippled like a mirror, even though as soon as you touched them they would lose the effect. And they would be frequently changed in an evening if Mistress and Master were fucking. I still painfully remember the first time I had left a tiny faint crease, after I had been scolded and corrected the imperfection, I had been pushed face down on the bed and cropped, then had to smooth it down again. It was perfect the second time an every time since then.

Anyway Master had pushed my panties into my mouth and even though they were clean and completely

dry to me they tasted humiliatingly sexually soiled and damp. Being gagged with my panties made me so aroused and helplessly excited. Being gagged with Mistresses was very special as you could taste Her delicious arousal as perhaps you were punished for some tiny infraction or for getting too excited, or maybe a She pegged you or Master fucked you.    

After my spanking I had fetched Him a beer while I hoped and wondered if He would want fellatio or to fuck me, or simply to send me back to kneel with other maids. But He had recuffed me and easily lifted  to His lap and remove my plug. I always felt ever so vulnerable as the large phallus was unlocked and removed. With a squelch & a wet plop  that all the other maids heard. I knew that they would be squelching and squidging on their plugs so glad it wasn’t them that was about to be penetrated, and do wishing that it was them. Just as they had and always did during my spanking, just like I did.

He lifted me onto His already engorged cock letting me sink down slowly impaling myself.

He had pushed the panties deeper into my mouth.

“Eyes down sissy.” He told me

“MmMffff” I had sobbed meaning ‘Yes Master thank You Master.’ Obviously in sexual misery and excitement.

He always felt so big this way, so thick and huge. My bottom splitting on Him as I squelched and grinded my muscles up and down on His shaft. Sometimes He might hold me or allow me to lean on His chest, clinging as best as I could cuffed as I was. Other times He might sit back and casually watch porn or even something else on His phone, to show how much I was just an enjoyable fucktoy to Him.  while I slowly penetrated myself for His pleasure. But He nearly always liked it very slow and steady, even though I could see He was very excited. I would be spluttering choking on my gag. So desperately excited and so nearly orgasmic but so far away from being permitted to climax. As wave after wave of needy hopeless arousal mounted.

“Nice and slowly sissy, you are for my pleasure not for your pathetic needs.”  

‘Yes Master’ I would sob helplessly into my gag

“Eyes down sissy.”

Time after time it seemed I would be overcome and speed up just a little and amused He would slap my behind and slow me again, until I was totally overcome and sobbing into my gag, unable to believe I could be this aroused  and not be able to cum. And then finally He would erupt inside me, sighing and grunting with enormous pleasure and satisfaction. I would feel that incredibly powerful sense of arousal again as He throbbed and spurted with pleasure inside me. As I continued to sensuously pump up and down on Him, till He was fully spent. He might sometimes allow me to look up at this point or sometimes not.

The entire room would now seem to be full of that hot waxy sex smell as He lifted me off Him and immediately pushed my massive but plug back into my bottom. Sometimes at this point He might uncuff me and tell me to fetch Him a beer. Or send me back to kneel or stand facing the wall while another maid fetched Him a drink. Last night though He had told me to put my panties on and fetch Him His beer. I had hurried eagerly to fetch it, then knelt between His open knees to lick Him clean. In awe of Him and His powerful confident pleasure and in awe that of course no matter how much I pleased Him I was not allowed release. He is to be pleased, and I am to please.

Master and Mistress say the look in our eyes is quite priceless when after they have climaxed or cum. That time after time we sissies suddenly realize as if we somehow unconsciously expected anything otherwise that we are not allowed to cum, or any scrap of reciprocity.  Every time He or She sits back satisfied I am reminded of that first time after long months in chastity without sex, when Mistress first called me to between Her thighs and was sweet panting and moaning in orgasm on my tongue. Then when unable to help myself I had lingered and hesitated after bringing Her a refreshing

glass of wine and fresh panties, and She had asked me innocently whatever was the matter.

I had curtsied and said I was so horny Mistress and She had looked at me blankly as if in amused incomprehension. And told me.

“That is so sweet sissy,” or “That is so flattering sissy.”

Then She had sent me to hand wash Her panties then back to my chores.

Or after several months when I had been told to expect  a release, and it was a milking, with a latex glove dribbling into a wine glass. The feeling of utter emptiness and crushing erotic disappointment. Only to be told never mind at least I could give Her a lovely orgasm later. I was told to drink the weak liquid from the glass and told to expect a caning for being so impudent as to expect otherwise.

And still the look on our faces when we are punished or humiliated without any recourse. That look of utter disbelief and then acceptance, is so sweet. When you curtsy and thank Sir or Master for pinching or slapping your bottom as you mince past in service.

He had wanted another blow job after I had licked Him clean. But then later that night He had sent us all to bed and fucked another maid before sleeping. I had been chosen to wake Him this morning and a couple of days ago to please Mistress when She relaxed after work.    

I could still taste Him and feel His stickiness in my cleavage, my bottom was still tender from His cock last night. I so wanted Mistress or Him to return home and choose me. But I also knew it was likely that another maid would be chosen and I would have the hot humiliation of performing my housework listening so jealously with the other maids, to the lucky chosen maid serving intimately.

I stopped for just a moment and squeezed my thighs tightly together before hurrying on with my housework       

            

 

         

                      

Master

 

That afternoon Master was very amused when He came home to see us all in such a state. But again He decided not to choose me. And it was my turn to glare at the lucky maid who was chosen.

He was also simmering me, I was dimly starting to grasp, through a thick sticky fog of jealousy. We are so easily manipulated exploited for their enjoyment.

Master and Mistress both went out tonight and although they again had passionate sex when they came home. At this stage I could no longer tell if they were indeed loud or we were just listening so intently.

Luckily there were no tell tale leaky signs in our panties the morning.

Mistress had just waved me away dismissively this morning anyway. Obvious She an Master had had a good time out at a club as well as when they got home. They both liked to drink and use recreational drugs when they were out socializing and dancing. This was sociably acceptable these days, and rendered harmless via moderation and medical advances. Mistress and Master both liked cocaine and party pills. Mistress would often smoke cannabis cigarettes to relax with friends.

She was having the day off socializing and shopping with Her girl friends today. And when She arrived home She sent me for the strap on again, but had one of the other maids perform cunnilingus afterwards while I served drinks. Then we were both dismissed as She then  decided to enjoy Her pool.

Master was still teasing me. Slapping my bottom and fondling me but not enjoying my mouth, or my ass. And I was very squirmy, even more so than usual watching or listening to Him with another maid.

This went on for another week or so, we did easily lose track of the days.

Midway through that week Mistress had the doctor round to examine me. And my former Mistress also

came round which only added to the embarrassment. To make it even more red faced for me the doctor had brought the nurse from the hospital with Her to assist, in my examination. I wasn’t spoken to during the examination apart to ask casually afterwards as an afterthought, if there was any soreness. While I was serving wine to the guests.

I curtsied and said

“No Ms Doctor, there isn’t really Ms, thank You Ms.”

“All quite normal then.” She said over my head and disregarding me to Mistress.

“Yes She is still a little tearful, but when aren’t they.” She replied.

Master then decided to take the nurse into the other room, with a loud slap on her bottom  and an excited squeal from her.  Which was very humiliating for me.

And then my former Mistress had me stand in front of Her and lift my skirt. Then with Mistresses approval lowered my panties to have a peek Herself,

“Very pretty.” She told Mistress as She  casually snapped the elastic of my panties back into place.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied, wincing with the sting.

“More wine sissy, then you may face the wall.”  I was told.

Behind me I heard my superiors discussing my procedure and laughing about my increased emotional state.

“I will increase the hormone dosage for Her and all your little maids.” The doctor told Mistress.

“Yes it is very sweet I do like them like that.”

I was in tears when I heard my former Mistress say “Oh yes I will have to have my new maid snipped maybe sooner than I had planned.”

I had been tossed aside like a pair of Her panties and replaced just as easily. As  was totally Her prerogative to do so.

Master came back in with the nurse and She  was put facing the wall alongside me. We were told to kiss and hold hands and hers both her lips and hands were still sticky with Masters cum.

I wasn’t spoken to again that afternoon except to be told to serve more drinks. And after the Dr and guests had departed I was sent back to my housework while Master and Mistress showered and got themselves ready to go out again for the evening. I was allowed to kiss the Dr’s and my Former Mistresses bottom to say goodbye, but also the nurses bottom as technically she was very slightly my superior.

The day after though we had a very nice visitor to pierce my nipples. The other maids had already had their nipples pierced and belled and it was my turn.

The lady who came was very nice and although completely vanilla was very liberal minded. Giggling with Mistress about my sweet curtsy and also my now bouncy firm breasts. She pierced me quite matter of factly then put small gold rings through the holes, and attached a tiny pretty bell to each ring, also on my right nipple a tiny gold coin, indented with Mistresses initials. I jiggled my nipples about prettily a soon as they were done. Mistress warned me to stop being so immodest and slutty, but with a smirk and crossing Her legs indicating that She was more than pleased with the results. In the slavegirl stories some girls have a short chain between the nipples with heart shaped links and with a free swinging tiny bell loose on the chain as well as a little ownership coin. But Mistress said although this was a very sexy idea that was for real slavegirls who often work and serve semi or totally nude. The other maids already had similar coins and bells on the nipples or one nipple belled and the other holding the coin, but Mistress liked this arrangement for me and so did Master. Some gelded sissies also had their little button pierced and that is either belled or holds the coin, but Mistress said that piercing down there was vulgar. Apart from my nipples only my ears were pierced, just once with delicate little rings and equally delicate gold heart shaped padlocks, but this had been done previously. Most sissies did not have their tongues pierced as that often hindered rather than enhanced oral pleasure for their owners.

The slavegirls in our fantasies, often had their clitoris pierced and belled and coined. Sometimes on their nipples or belly chains they  had multiple coins indicating how many owners they had, had, or how much they were sold for. Also during transportation they had their nipples pierced and hung with id transport tags, so avoid confusion or theft as they were often transported bound hooded and gagged.

I curtsied and thanked the body piercing lady after She had finished and She took a photo of me to show Her friends, and to show Her lazy husband ‘To get him off his ass’ She said but She was only joking.

Master also seemed very pleased with my chain but still just fondled and slapped me before sending me in tears of helpless frustration again back to my housework.

The next  afternoon we had another visitor to renew my tiny QR code tattoo. Previously it had been albeit hidden inside my chastity on the rear of my scrotum, but this was inside me now. The tattooist was part of the scene and was quite used to sissies, so my body was  handled quite routinely and rudely . I was buckled into  a rather uncomfortable harness and my buttocks were spread wide the new tiny new mark was inked there, where it was easily located but out of sight normally. The tattooing didn’t hurt but was rather uncomfortable especially in such a sensitive location. I was told to keep still and be quiet unless I wanted to be gagged and punished latter.

When it was all finished, the tattooist also updated my electronic tag as that was also Her specialty. This heated up somewhat uncomfortably for a second or at least it seemed to, it was just a tiny data transfer. It did remind me of the day my former Mistress had, had me first tagged, injecting the small electronic radio capsule  deep in my buttock. That day more than any other day was when I realized that my status was now property or chattel. And the only legal rights which applied to me were those of my Mistress in relation to Her property. Enforceable legal rights, that is technically there were legal safeguards built into the sissy contracts, but they were easily circumvented and every time they had been challenged in court the courts either threw the case out or ruled in favour of the superior.

But in any case these were not matters for me to fret and worry my pretty little head about. All I needed to do was be a good girl/maid for Mistress and Master.

The updated tag verified my gelded status and my continued ‘married’ & ‘employment’ status, ownership by Mistress and Master. It also kept track of any floating assets a sissy might have. When a sissy becomes owned all Her assets belong to her owner without recourse. And any non liquid assets like trust funds and other similar revenue feeds are transferred into shares that can earn extra revenue/interest or be traded by our owners. Even though they never legally belong to the superior, they never ever revert back to the sissy and the sissies owner receives the financial benefit from any such assets. Totally legally and without any recourse or recovery for the sissy. Legally by contract a sissy may not own anything, everything included her belong only to her owner. So even if a sissy was to somehow get their owner to divorce or release them from the contract they would totally destitute and dependent on the state or charity.

I didn’t really understand any of this and in any case all this was better left to our superiors, while we got on with our chores.

While I served Mistress and the tattooist coffee. Mistress liked Her afternoon coffee Irished, and with

whipped cream just as She liked Her afternoon cigarettes to be lightly laced with cannabis. The tattooist was driving so She just had a plain coffee. They chatted about branding which was very popular with the Sirs or Masters who owned sissies. Mistress was considering having us branded one day as a present for Master maybe for an anniversary or some similar occasion.

The tattooist could see the frightened curious expression on my face but studiously ignored it for a while, then finally Mistress said in a pained voice but with Her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Yes sissy you may ask a question.”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.” I curtsied

“Please Ms, may sissy ask does it hurt ? Ms, thank You Ms.”

“No sissy of course it doesn’t hurt Master at all.” She paused

“Oh I see what you mean, only while the white hot iron is pressed into your bottom sissy.”

She made a sizzling noise and touched my bottom.

“Ooh, yes Ms, thank You Ms.”

“And for a couple of days afterwards sissy.”

“Or when Master slaps the brand sissy.”

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”

“But it is very pretty.”

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”

“You may face the wall now sissy.” Mistress told me

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.” I curtsied

 

 

 

Master arrived home later that day and inspected my tattoo but again simply slapped my bottom and sent me back to my chores in tears. When I first joined the household I had been very jealous of the other girls breasts and how they jiggled them so comely for Master. But then I had seen them performing oral and massaging His shaft with their breasts. There is no nice polite term for this titty fucking, Master calls it a ‘special massage’ but after seeing Masters enjoyment of this just prior to deep throating sissy I so wanted to please Him this way. If I am forced to in a forced BI way of course.   But even though my breasts had become very ample  before my snip Master still hadn’t wanted this with me. But I did note the look in His eye, the little sexual groan as flicked my nipple bells that He was thinking about it. I just couldn’t understand why He was waiting.

Seeing the other maids performing this massage had a very erotic effect on all of us. We all secretly ogled each other breasts, not as much as we longed and ached for  Mistresses lovely curves. But it was still very sexual in a  sapphic sissy way. This was quite natural for feminized sissies to be aroused by each other effemininity. Mistress teased with a smile ‘that this wasn’t gay at all’. But the fascination with each other breasts, as well as our swinging bottoms and fellatio pouty lips was totally raw and visceral. I would ache thinking about how wonderful it would feel to have the maid performing a ‘special massage’ for me or to cum in Her soft mouth, in Her lovely ass. And I could somehow feel as if I had a huge erection, just about to erupt  with lusty satisfaction just for a  fleeting instant. Then just as instantly I would be yanked Back to the realization that it would be me providing that intimate pleasure for Master on my knees or bent over for Him. And I would be punished if He wasn’t totally satisfied and pleased. This was all triggered by the auto suggestion cues as well as just by seeing each other. But no wonder we all blushed and looked down in scandal and shame when we saw each other, if our desires were so hot and needy.

But the next day when He arrived home from work was different He called me into the lounge to fetch Him a beer. Mistress was outside in the pool already. Holding or rather cupping my bottom so I couldn’t escape, and wouldn’t think of going anywhere or disobeying Him, He squeezed my buttock and asked me why I had been teasing Him with my pretty little wiggle all week. Didn’t I know that maids who behaved like that were asking for everything they got.

“Oh Master, yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered deeply embarrassed, ashamed and excited at the same time.

And that pretty maids who teased their Masters rather than getting on with their chores should be spanked ?

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Or perhaps you should be sent fetch the crop.” He said

I suddenly felt hot and cold, numb with overwhelming fright. He was teasing though

“But a spanking will be a sufficient punishment for now sissy.” He said

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I blurted, choking and almost sobbing with relief not to be fetching the crop.

Master often sends us to bring Him the crop, in both hands held crosswise, with a trembling curtsy.

Only then for Him to take it and toss it to the floor, for us to fetch it again to Him again on all fours holding the crop crosswise again in our lips. He will leave us in this position for a while on all fours and frightened. Then taking the riding crop and pressing the horrid business end of the crop with its stiffly bladed tab,   to our trembling lips to kiss fearfully.

Choking and overcome with fright covering the whip, that symbol of His masculinity, and male authority over me, and specifically of my Masters own authority over His sissies, covering the whip  with helpless frightened kisses, and sobbing tears. Until we are overwhelmed with emotion and vulnerable helpless fright. Just as  we were kiss His cock in awe, lovingly and frightened of its energy and power and of failing to please it and Him.

And in kissing and sucking His cock we felt the same overwhelming sense of inferiority, as a sissy, in chastity or snipped, squirming on your phallic butt plug, totally effeminate in your pretty maids dress, and pink satin panties , to His wonderful liberated uncompromising masculinity. Kissing His cock or His whip lovingly and adoringly but with panic and fright, wanting to please Him perfectly, knowing that if you didn’t He wouldn’t fail to punish you.

And although you constantly need and ache to please Him. To feel Him inside you, in your mouth, or spreading and splitting your firmly spanked bottom. His uncompromising penetration, Him cumming powerfully  inside you. Even if it still of course forced Bi. Your  needs are totally unimportant and irrelevant. Only His pleasure, His wants count, and only when He wants it.

In some scenes, sissies are allowed or induced to sissygasm when they are performing oral and anal, just as Master or Mistress orgasms. However this is not a release as such but a  feeling of total abject surrender to the superiors pleasure. Sissy will want & need to cling to the superior afterwards but will be nearly always summarily dismissed. It is a similar after feeling to when Mistress or Master orgasms and you suddenly realize how desperately aroused and so nearly orgasmic you still are and that totally empty but fraught emotional state. just intensely powerful in a different dynamic. Sissy will ache for this as much as she fears it finds the feeling overwhelmingly sexually humiliating and emotionally devastating

 

Once induced these sissygasms are strictly controlled and limited. But also triggered by auto conditioning, sissy can be made to orgasm  with the tiniest subconscious cue. The superior smiling as sissy curtsies and reddens unexpectedly when she curtsies, or is teased. Sometimes little mini quakes can be triggered when kissing a ladies bottom, perhaps on the second cheek. Or when Sir pats or slaps sissies bottom, maybe when He spurts a little precum.

But the overall effect can be much the same as strict chastity, and it is still the sensation of chastity for hormone gelded sissies. That of overwhelming need to be attentive, for the superiors pleasure. And the sense of inferiority and awe when they orgasm so powerfully and freely but you do not.

And just as you must always seek to please Him and Her for their pleasure only never to satisfy your needs. You must also never seek to please them to avoid punishment, rather you should be punished and expectant of painful corrective punishment if you fail to please, or meet their expectations of perfect service. Perfect service both intimate and domestic.         

This instance though He had decided not to send me for the crop though my relief was short lived.

“Get over my lap sissy” He told me. I could hear the excitement in His voice already, not that it would lessen the sting of His spanks on my tender bottom. Rather He would spank me even more firmly. And there is always that hot frisson of excitement, as you are told to get over His lap, until the reality that you are to spanked hits home. Usually just as He gags you with your panties, or sometimes when the first spank hits your bottom.

Holding me down very easily He put me in the cuffs, then pulled down my panties and stuffed them into my mouth. I could also still feel the very slight imprint of my lock pressing into His lap and I knew He could also.

The first spank took my breath away, and my bottom suddenly bloomed with stinging pain. My squeal although muffled by my panties  was still audible, I knew the other sissies would be able to hear my misery and the forcefulness of my spanking.

The Sirs and Master in particular was quite adept at punishing me in this way. After the first slap He would wait, letting the shock wash over me, and the smarting sensation to bloom, before landing the next blow, and the next, at least 6 but not stopping until He was satisfied.

He pushed me off His lap and ungagged me, He also undid the cuffs but left the belt still fastened around my waist.

He watched me struggle to pull up my panties and curtsy.

“Thank You Master, for keeping me under your strict firm hand Master.” I whispered.

“Fetch me another beer sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

Sometimes He liked His beer in a glass at other times from a small bottle, today He was drinking

bottled European beer. The glass was very cold in my hands as I placed the bottle down on the table next to Him, exposing my now very puffy pink rump.

“Kneel here sissy He told me and opened His trousers. He was hard already and my face was in His intimate heat and smell. He didn’t cuff me again, instead He opened the buttons of  my uniform, exposing my breasts, flicking my nipple bells. I gazed up at Him agonized that He might be simply teasing me again. But He wasn’t this time.

“I think you may give me a special massage sissy.”

“Ohh Master, Yes Master, thank You Master.”

I felt almost virginal, this was my first time, but I had watched the other sissies.

I pressed my breasts around His shaft. He felt very hard and my breasts felt very textured around Him.

“You may kiss my balls and lick me up and down first sissy.” He told me

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“Until I am nice and slippery between those pretty bells.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

I sucked each of His swollen testicles in turn, kissing and licking them and His shaft until it was glistening and all I could taste was Him and all I could feel was His heat. Always looking up at Him submissively. Showing Him how much I wanted to please Him perfectly. Then as He pushed His shaft between my breasts again and pushed my face down onto His glans, I pushed and pressed my cleavage firmly around Him, rubbing up and down, hearing Him moan with pleasure, was so gratifying . Oh I so loved this way of massaging Him. And it made my totally unachievable, inconceivable wanting to feel this seductive erotic pleasure myself only the stronger. It felt very strange not be looking up at Him, and temporarily not to be in cuffs  as I sucked Him. but I sucked Him adoringly just as hotly.

He spurted a quite massive splash of precum into my mouth, then pulled back looking down at me. I looked up a6t Him quite desperately so.

“You may swallow that sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

I tried to gulp gracefully gratefully. There was just so much of it today, and it was very sickly syrupy  too.

“Isn’t that a perfect drink for you sissy, while I enjoy my beer.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered knowing my lips would be glistening with His enjoyment

“And your Mistress enjoys a glass of wine.” As if on cue one of the sissies was bringing Mistress a fresh glass of wine by the pool. She was naked on one of sunbeds, but Her skin was still wet She must have just come out of the pool.

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“A little dash of sickly sweet pee and precum sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

“And a taste of what is to come, or cum sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” And always the hope that you are pleasing Him. His precum seems to affirm your service.

He reached down and put my wrists in the cuffs, pulling me even closer as He penetrated my mouth smoothly and relentlessly. I looked up wildly as I always did in panic as the choking and gag reflex kicked in. He saw that but He never stopped as He ravished my mouth. He like most real Men enjoyed pushing past my spluttering. He was very big and He was soon in my throat as I desperately tried to swallow, whilst maintaining suction for His pleasure. His balls on my chin now. He was closely cropped, manscaped but not smooth, He was a real Man. Then holding a fistful of my hair He held me in place as I bobbed my head as best I could for His pleasure.

He seemed to last longer than most of the Sirs but even though it felt like forever He never really took long, before exploding in my mouth. Today though He seemed that bit quicker, that bit more urgent. And He was very thick today, even thicker and stronger tasting than normal. With a flush of submissive flattered pleasure I wondered if He had been saving this for me.

Sometimes liked to fill my mouth not letting any out, except the smear barely escaping  my lips. Other times He liked to fill my mouth but also cum or blow on my face and the top of my dress. Today though He totally filled my mouth and spurted all over my dress and breasts, then pumped some more into my mouth for good measure. I was still squelching up and down on my plug, not being permitted to stop until He told me could swallow. I felt such a bimbo so totally used,  but so flattered.

The sissy who had served Mistress Her wine hurried past and Master snapped His fingers at Her.

“Another beer sissy, this little maid is a little busy right now.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” She whimpered, very  excited herself, having served Mistress naked in the pool and now seeing Masters still swollen cock, glistening with my saliva and His cum. when she brought Him his beer I saw Her squeeze Her thighs together. What a little slut and bimbo I thought my mouth still full of Masters cum.

He looked down at me taking another sip of His beer.

“You may swallow sissy, one little gulp.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I spluttered, my mouth was still full

“And another swallow sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” Another sticky splutter

“And another.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

My mouth was still thick and sticky with the taste of His pleasure.

It would always be the same thereafter, a sensation of a massive overwhelming volume of precum and cum. The nagging fear that you might actually choke, if only a little bit on Him as He pumps His pleasure. It was again all triggered auto suggestion, as it would be physically impossible for Him to cum so much, at least so often or every time, or be so overwhelmingly big in your mouth and ass. He was very, very  well endowed though and Mistress did like to use large strap ons. Moreover watching another sissy being enjoyed would look the same and you would also be filled with an aching need to somehow maybe experience that lusty pleasure while knowing that you would only ever be fulfilling that pleasure for Him. And moreover still the auto suggestion would heighten and reinforce  itself over time now, fervid humid and inexorable.

He called the other maid back. His voice was still huskily  tight and breathless

“You may kiss her and then help her take her panties off.” He told the maid. I was still cuffed as She peeled them down. Even though they were nither damp, nor smelly, quite dry in fact  I and the other sissies still felt constantly sissy shamed, hot and soaked, jellylike down there.

He took them from her fingers, disdainfully and told her to face the wall. Then He knelt down beside me and moved towards my face with the pink satin panties wadded up in His hands. For  a moment I thought He was going to wipe my face, sometimes He could be touchingly considerate. But today not so, instead He pushed, stuffed rather the panties  between  my lips into my mouth and then pressed me face down , cheek down onto the pink cushion so that my ass was in the air.

He unplugged me and put the phallic plug next to my face where I could see the pink cock, glistening with lube. Actually it was very dry but the estrogen and silicon device always looked and felt impossibly wet and slippery. Neither did it throb but it felt like it did as my muscles tried to hold on to the thick shaft.

Slapping my bottom twice, as I whimpered in vulnerable misery.

He did always throb though I could feel it, and His heat, His insistent raging erection now as He slapped my cheeks and spread them, then pushing inside me splitting me. And  I always did feel like He was splitting me or that I would burst on Him. And when He liked to sit back and impale me as was His new favourite. Making me penetrate and fuck myself for Him while He sat back. I would feel myself melting around Him as well as splitting.

He didn’t want this now though. He wanted to fuck me on all fours, well it was quite all fours because I

was cuffed but the position was similar. And He was very urgent and forceful. Slightly more so than usual I would be sore and tender later. But I loved Him for it as much as I moaned and writhed in humiliated  misery, loved that He didn’t care one iota, I was for His pleasure. He slowed down slightly as He often did then another very frantic few thrusts and He burst inside me. All at once I felt filled with His warm sticky cum, pumping and pumping until He was fully done.

Pushing me further down on my face He pulled out and immediately plugged me again, leaving me face down in front of me for a moment then He said quite hoarsely.

“Uncuff her then put her panties back on for her,”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” The other maid hurried to obey Him.

“Then you may fetch me another beer and both  lick me clean together.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” She whispered

“Yes Master, thank You Master, sissy loves you Master.” I exclaimed as she ungagged me.

“The pleasure was all mine sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

We both licked Him clean as He had another beer and smoked. It was my turn to suck Him completely clean and as s I sucked His shaft to get the last traces of His pleasure out, He had an extra little spurt for me. I exclaimed excitedly surprised, as if it hadn’t happened before wide eyed and happily like a plastic bimbo,  as He splashed into my face. But I had to share His spurt with the other maid.

“Run along back to your housework now sissies.” He told us. We both curtsied and hurried away clutching hands, very tearful, to be  used and discarded  now.

He went outside and joined Mistress by the pool. We could hear them splashing in the pool now and laughing, I think talking about me as we hurried back on with our cleaning. 

I was so hot and desperately so now, so always so close, yet so far to being orgasmic after His pleasure. Not being able to orgasm ever, made you ache and squirm so much more than being kept locked up, while still retaining the emotions and feeling  of being kept in chastity. But seemingly with no ceiling to this hot helpless need, manifested as the fervent needy desire to please our superiors sexually but in any other no matter how small way as well. Looking at the other maids I realized they all felt the same. No wonder we were all so jealous and yet clutched and clung to each other in tears the next moment.

It was so hot and stuffy in the house and the wet look satin of my uniform & petticoats also felt so constrictive and slippery. We were all excited by Masters fucking me, but we all worked very hard, frightened lest we be punished if He or Mistress thought we were dallying. Although the other maid had wiped my face and the top of my uniform with my panties before He dismissed us. My breasts, especially my cleavage and underneath still felt sticky, under my now tightly buttoned peter pan collar. My panties were sticky too with His cum and I knew I most likely would not be allowed a fresh pair until our bedtime enema. But I did love the sticky feel knowing I had pleased Him. We all worked very hard listening to Master and Mistress enjoying themselves by the pool.

I couldn’t help thinking about something the other maids had been teasing me with  too. They had all been snipped together last year. I remembered it quite well because my former Mistress & Miss as She was then had spent quite a lot of time together at our house while I spent a lot of time looking after their house and attending to Master. I had been sent home when the other maids arrived home. Nonetheless I knew what had happened and saw how very emotional and tearful the maids all were. It was a similar  reaction as when our hormone dosage is increased, but massively more intense. The sissy equivalent of PMT. But they had told me that when Master and Mistress went on vacation, they usually had 2 four weekly vacation s per year as well as quite a few extended business and professional trips. That as usual the sissies would be boarded at one of the sissy hotels where they served as intimate maids and chamber maids.

Mistress liked quite adventurous travel vacations, Master not so much so they often went at the same time but separately. My former Mistress also liked traveling so She and Mistress often went together but again not always together. As I was too learn Mistress often came home bruised and battered from Her trips but exhilarated and very horny too, for both Master and Her sissies.

In the meantime the sissies including me would be sent to the hotels where we would earn ‘tips’ serving the Men and perform domestic duties for ‘pin money’. These tips and pin money would be shared between the hotel owner and our owners,  and was actually quite lucrative. The Men who stayed in the hotel liked to enjoy the sissies and paid handsomely. Some sissies also served the female guests in these pleasure spas but we were not sent to that type of hotel .

Anyway the sissies had told me that Mistress had gone for Her summer vacation shortly after they had all just recovered from their op. And they were very popular with the Sirs, they even had little ribbons around their boots to indicate they had been recently snipped. And because Mistress was going away again soon I would be the popular one, this year. Especially in the underwear laundry, where the Sirs liked to push us face down into the still unwashed piles of panties and slips to fuck us in front of the other maids as they hurried on working. I nearly always spent lots of time iun the laundry room. The house Misses liked to come and watch this entertainment too, enjoying coffee and cigarettes as well as the show.

Or later in the group room, bound and hooded, sometimes but not always gagged. Spanked & gang banged, but not allowed to see our user or abusers face. Then performing fellatio in the main room afterwards wondering if He was one of them as you sucked Him.

Even if I would be going with them as a group we were never allowed to work, or sit  together when we took our rushed lunch and late afternoon breaks. We were there for the Sirs pleasure not each other company.

The maids did tease me terribly that I would be the new maid, and I knew that I would. Even though it was still forced Bi wasn’t it and I did love to be ‘forced’ to serve. I still felt helplessly vulnerable and squeamish around Men.

I had confessed this to Mistress one afternoon and She sat me down on the couch beside me, She had allowed me to kiss Her bottom and told me that it was much better for then to see me in terms of pleasure than discipline wasn’t it sissy.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Well then just be pretty and obedient sissy,”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“And think of all the treats I can buy myself with your ‘tips’ sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“The house Misses also enjoy the bonus they get from your tips too, sissy.”

Their hurry crops were so springy and had such a sharp sting. I could feel the bite on the backs of my thighs just thinking about it

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“So make sure you are a good maid for them too sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“That’s better sissy, now a sweet curtsy and back to your housework.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

Later  that evening after our enema Master called me again, I was in my pink babydoll now and He sat me on His lap then slowly penetrated me as I squidged and squelched  down on Him, wiggling prettily making my bells ring on my nipples for Him as I quivered and wiggled prettily for him. He always felt so much bigger this way and I always felt so much smaller and tighter. He would gag me with my panties and tell me eyes down. And watch me squirm helplessly as my internal muscles squeezed and massaged His cock. I would always be cuffed for this and sometimes Master would have me facing Him or sometimes away from Him. Every so often He would slap my bottom and tell me to slow down as my tempo would keep quickening as I got more desperately orgasmic and breathless, feeling my need overwhelming me totally.

This position was one of His favourites, as well as over the pleasure punishment bench either with my ankles spread locked in cuffs, or ankles cuffed closely together so my ass was that much tighter for Him.  

Mistress was sitting on the veranda outside the bedrooms open French windows, smoking a cannabis laced cigarette chatting to Her friends on Her iPad . She feigned indifference but I knew She sometimes watched. She quite liked being on top Herself with Master but not in that way obviously, She liked to straddle and ride Him if She was in the mood. She also got turned on watching Master fuck us, but actually not as much as She enjoyed watching us perform fellatio. She also kept a close eye on Master, that He wasn’t neglecting Her with the maids, or that bimbo nurse!. Woe betide us if Mistress thought that though, we would have very red bottoms and worse.

Slowly and slowly I felt His arousal rise and His breathing quicken then He exploded inside me. He quite gently allowed me to lean onto His chest while He pumped seemingly endless streams of cum deep into my bottom. I was still cuffed and gagged until He had finished fully but He was so considerate.

After He lifted me off and I was plugged again He had me lick Him clean, but didn’t want fellatio this time. I was sent to bed with the other maids my pink babydoll wet and sticky now. He and Mistress were going out for the evening.

One of the things Master liked about my intimate service was the way I pursed or pouted my lips as if I

was restating or reluctant until He slowly pushed His cock between my lips. And the way I would moan so distressed as He penetrated me. Mistress loved that too, both said it just served to spur them on. And the way I still looked so shocked and disbelieving when they had cum and I was simply dismissed or told to face the wall. These tiny mannerisms along with my apron smoothing gesture were all quite endearing. Even though most sissies felt the same way, it was very sweet. We were all to pretty to be unlocked ever, or be allowed to cum when we could serve our superiors so satisfyingly kept in strict chastity or snipped.

He enjoyed me the next morning when He woke too and for His welcome home BJ, that day. But I also had to get used to the reality of being just one of Mistresses and Masters sissies for them to choose from. As well as all the sissies in the clubs and parties.

And although I squirmed and twisted at night or at my chores tormented by my needs I loved the  fact that He or She would and could choose or reject me as they pleased. And although I feared as we all did punishment terribly I loved the fact that we were kept under strict discipline to please them perfectly.

As I slipped into bed the other maids drew back from my sticky panties and thighs, then unable to help themselves cuddled close so they could bask in the smell of His pleasure and the heat of Him still lingering on me.

As they were going out Master opened the door to our bedroom and told us to be quiet and go to sleep.

“Yes Master, we love you Master, we love you Mistress thank You Master, thank You Mistress.” We said together, as the light went off and the key turned in the door.