Master finished His breakfast. I poured Him another coffee with a curtsy and took His plate away with another curtsy. He called me back patted my bottom firmly and sat me on His lap. The hormones and treatments made sissies feel very small and weak in comparison to real Men.
“Would you like to swallow sissy ?.” He teased and asked me.
I could only nod in reply, my mouth was so full.
I couldn’t speak my mouth was still full of His cum from when I had woken Him this morning. He liked to make me wait until after He had finished his breakfast, before allowing me to swallow. Like all the Sirs He is always very strong tasting and thicker first thing in the morning. And by the time He has finished shaving & showering and had His breakfast the cum has congealed and is very thick and sticky and very difficult to swallow. Although Mistress insists that I only drink Her pee, and other Ladies if they sissy sitting me, when She is away on business trips or vacation. Hers directly from Her and from a wine glass, and the other Ladies only from a wine glass. She doesn’t approve nor do most of the Sirs (Her boyfriends & guests) or Master of me drinking there pee. Nonetheless there is always a humiliating stronger hint of urine in Masters morning cum.
A lot of Mistresses boyfriends, who stay overnight enjoy this morning ritual. Master always does. And
although I am usually made to wait a few minutes after fellatio before swallowing in the morning it is usually 30 minutes or longer.
“One little swallow sissy.” It was both permission and a command
I gulped, swallowing the thick now lumpy cum as prettily as I could.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered through sticky lips, my mouth still very full.
“And another swallow sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” Another sticky gulp
“And another sissy, just one more little maid.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“I do like the way you squelch on your plug when you are sitting on my lap, but you may also curtsy sissy and thank me properly sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered again my mouth was still very sticky as I curtsied.
“Thank you Master for allowing sissy to wake You with her sissy kiss Master.” I curtsied
“Thank You Master, for allowing sissy to taste Your lovely thick manly pleasure Master.” He patted my bottom as I curtsied.
He was always so thick and sticky in the morning, tasting & smelling so overwhelmingly strongly. And keeping it in my mouth made it congeal even thicker. I loved the pungent unpleasant taste and the fact that He didn’t care in the least about my distress and discomfort as long as He was pleased
“Thank You Master, for allowing sissy to swallow Master.” Another curtsy.
“And thank You Master for choosing to enjoy sissies intimate service last night and this morning and
thank You for being this sissies Master.”
“The pleasure is as always, all mine sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied
He reached down and unlocked then undid my maids booties ankle strap.
“You may pull down your panties and clean your face sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” Again and as always both permission and a command
I hurriedly obeyed wiping my sticky face with my glossy pink panties.
Just as I was nearly finished He took the panties from me and wiped the corner of my mouth for me. He could be very considerate sometimes. Although having Him do this with my glossy panties felt more humiliating.
“You may put them back on now sissy, hurry.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
He fastened the hobble strap again and patted my bottom.
“Eyes down sissy, and more coffee.”
After fellatio usually I am expected to continue to look up at Master submissively, until I given permission, told to swallow. Men enjoy us gazing in awe adoringly up at them. Half choking on their thick sticky cum. They can cum when they please and you must remain tiny and soft, in chastity.
Mistress loves this too, kissing Her softly on Her thighs as Her waves of orgasms subside, looking up at Her lovingly. She will prolong this by sending me to hand wash Her panties after cunnilingus.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
He lifted me easily and sat me back on His lap and lit himself a cigarette.
Although He was not my Mistresses lover, but Her friends lover Miss. Master was my Master because
He was the first real Man to take my oral and anal virginity. And both Mistress Miss, and also Master decided that it would be so, just as He was Master to Misses 4 sissies. Misses 4 sissies were just for His and Hers sexual enjoyment, unless they were being boarded while She or they were on vacation, then they would serve as intimate chambermaids in one of the hotels, but sexually only for the Sirs.
My Mistress on the other hand, liked me to serve Master Her boyfriends and any male guest She had. Often Her friends would bring round their boyfriends, so I could perform fellatio and they could fuck me while the Ladies chatted and relaxed.
Mistress liked to watch me being spanked and performing fellatio. It was foreplay for Her and after Her guests had gone I would be told to fetch my pink cushion, to kneel for long and often quite frantic cunnilingus. Sometimes multiple times until She was satisfied. Or
Her boyfriend would come round and they would fuck quite passionately. But She was the only woman I would serve intimately. Often if She was away on business, with friends or a lover, for a short time I would stay over with Master, Miss and Her sissies, but I would not serve Her sexually. She would tease me terribly though and I would always be given Her panties to hand wash as well as those of Her sissies as I would be missing my Mistress so much.
Miss was always very strict with me as was Master, but they were exceedingly strict with their own sissies too, but also very loving. Mistress was also very strict with me too, but I loved that because I loved Her so much, and wanted to be perfect for Her.
Sometimes Mistress and Miss would go out or on short vacations together and Mistress had started to suggest Master comes over and stays with me, rather than staying at Miss’s house. This is intended to train me better to serve Him. As eventually if Mistress decides to have a family or a vanilla relationship I will be sold or gifted to Miss and maybe Her sissies and I will eventually be given to Him.
I was trying to be effacing, but I was still very self conscious that I was squelching on His lap.
“Is that tight little bottom a bit tender sissy ?” He said patting my bottom firmly from slightly underneath. He always knew how to pat or slap me expertly. Making me even more aware of my sore bottom and the ever present huge plug.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“I did enjoy fucking that pretty ass last night sissy.”
He had enjoyed my ass with several times last night, and in between penetration had relaxed enjoying fellatio while He enjoyed a few drinks, watched TV and videos on His phone absently. Studiously absently though I did my very best to distract Him. Embarrassingly if He had asked I wouldn’t be able to count how many times I had pleased Him. But I knew it was a more than a few times. He liked me to stand or kneel facing the wall when I wasn’t cleaning up around Him or pleasing Him intimately.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I glanced up blushing and quickly looked down.
“Your Mistress did give me the option of reducing the plug size after I had enjoyed and finished with you, last night to sleep or for your housework today sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And allowing you to pee pee, sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“But I think it pleases me more to see you & think about you squirming so desperately and hotly on your enlarged plug sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” It did feel ever so big and throbbing because it was so big & I so needed to pee too.
“Busy with your trivial little chores sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And that is all that is important isn’t it sissy, my enjoyment.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Not your discomfort sissy, even though you do always look so sweetly distressed and obedient sissy ?”
“No Master, yes Master, thank You Master.”
I squirmed and wiggled my cleavage for Him, He smiled and patted my bottom again, making me moan softly.
“They are very pretty, and you don’t need to keep jiggling them in my face sissy.”
“Oh Master, yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Actually you do sissy, unless you want to be spanked very hard and firmly sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered quite hotly, wanting to be spanked very much now.
We always ache to be put over His knee and spanked, until that first stinging slap with His very firm and wide flat palm. He times it so well too. The first slap then lifting His hand back just for a moment letting the first blow ripen, swelling and smarting, before the second and then the next. After that first blow we are sobbing and begging to be good sissies and for Him to stop. He never does, though He might pause to expertly gag us with a pair of moist panties, or push the panties deeper into our mouths. This is the same with most Sirs but with Master it is so much more as well.
“So much more appropriate than those silly little now denuded cherries, that we snipped sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
After sissies are given hormones to grow breasts usually we are chemically snipped. In actual fact the
very strong localized hormones make a this a certainty. Kept tiny and soft in long term permanent flaccid chastity, until then.
He patted my bottom again making me squelch and squirm, inadvertently I clung to His arm with my weak feeble fingers but as firmly as I could.
“You are a hot needy little thing sissy.” He told me patronizingly.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
Since the chemical snip I was always so desperately horny and needy, much, much & even more so than when I was kept in chastity. All I could think about was pleasing Mistress and Master, constantly and my fearfully performing my chores perfectly. It was
almost as if I unconsciously thought that if I pleased my superiors perfectly I would be allowed my little sissy clitty back and release, even though I knew that would never be allowed. I was so much more emotional and vulnerable now, immeasurably impossibly so. My clitty was now just a tiny button, still locked in pink silicon chastity. Even though it was no longer necessary, just for my Mistresses enjoyment at keeping me locked, And it still kept me gazing longingly at the tiny key Mistress wore dangling in Her cleavage, or on Her ankle chain, or on Her belly chain which was so exciting to look up at when I was kissing Her intimately.
Master also had a key and before my snip Mistress had delighted in giving Her various boyfriends and lovers a key. So they knew I was just a locked sissy and no threat to them. As if there was ever any doubt as I curtsied and fetched them drinks when they caressed and canoodled each other, generally oblivious to my attendance unless they wanted something. The pink chastity button also held the long flexible urethral insert tube in place, that prevented any relief or inappropriate masculine gushing sensations.
My plug was of course also kept locked too.
“Of course all my sissies are equally hot little bimbos.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“As equally hot as you are empty headed, sex toys.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
He was mainly referring to Misses 4 sissies, who had also been ‘snipped’ just before I had been. But He also had other sissies owned by other Mistresses who called Him Master.
“ It is amusing to see you so desperately jealous and competing, for my pleasure.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“I’m sure you would pull each other hair and try to scratch each other faces off if you were allowed to, my envious competitive minxes, in your pretty maids uniforms.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Though I doubt if you could manage to do very much damage, maybe smudge each others makeup or tear your pretty dress or maybe rip your apron.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
We did work very hard and performed all, or as many of our chores as possible by hand, without labour saving devices. But we were not at all strong not a strong as Mistress or Master. So any cat fight between maids would be weak and as pathetic as we were.
He could easily pin me down with one hand holding my wrists in His grip
and holding me over His lap so confidently and effortlessly easily, and often did. He just rather enjoyed using the pink leather cuffs to hold me helplessly.
Mistress always used the cuffs for pegging me as I just couldn’t keep curtsy cuffs with Her, or Him inside me. And Mistress sometimes liked the cuffs for cunnilingus, although She was equally split between that, or curtsy cuffs or having me holding Her soaked panties in both hands too.
They loved the using cuffs as did I having them imposed on me for intimate service. But naturally not all for a caning. Sometimes during the day I might kneel and kiss the cuffs, thinking about pleasing Mistress or Him. Or kneel on my tiny pink cushion and squirm longing for Mistress or Master. Mistress allows me a tiny heart shaped cushion to kneel on for oral service, not for my comfort of course but to protect my stockings. I am allowed to sleep with the patent pink cushion, holding it desperately to my chest or thighs, aching for my superiors intimate touch if/when I am sent to bed alone.
“And get your pretty little panties all in a twist or a bunch.” He ridiculed us and our petty jealousies
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
Often if Mistress or Master decided that a pair of us we were being too envious, they would punish us together, each gagged with the others panties as we were caned or cropped.
You felt so helpless and jealous, so powerless as they teased and humiliated you, watching you clench your little hands impotently, furious but frightened careful not to damage your nails. But so deliriously happy if you were the one chosen to please Him. Or as was often the case you would get a firm slap on the bottom before you were sent hurrying back to your chores. The other sissies would be so temporarily smugly pleased at you their rivals distress and humiliation but equally pathetically sexually subjugated with obedient fright. But even then you would be so hot and excited, terribly frustrated knowing that you weren’t chosen and hoping dreamily for the next time.
“But you woke me again last night sissy, were you given permission to wake me ?.”
“Yes Master, no Master, thank You Master.” I whispered frightened
I couldn’t help myself if I was in His bed I subconsciously ached to suck His lovely cock. To feel him harden and deepen in my lips and then to swallow His thick pleasure. We were all like that squirming helpless with helpless desire all night, and overcome with need sucking Him. He would cum, but you would be left even more desperately needy and knowing you would be scolded or punished in the morning, usually both, but happy to have pleased him. His annoyance was feigned, but my punishment would be no less painful.
“The pleasure was all mine sissy, I do sometimes enjoy your little bedtime needs sissy.”
Actually I had heard Mistress and Miss laughing one time about Master and how He was often disappointed if sissy didn’t wake Him in the middle of the night, with her hot eager mouth.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Next time you stay over at the house with Miss & I, you will be fetching the crop sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
I could smell and taste the leather of the crop when I kissed the tab of the crop before punishment already. Both His and Misses crop was well worn and shiny with use. Mistresses was still not quite as well used but tasted of sex and fear all the same. The seam where the leather was joined was still very
prominent on Mistresses whip, not so much on Masters whip but still extremely painful when it bit.
“And I will of course be informing your Mistress, about your behaviour.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“No doubt She will be punishing you later sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“She returns home at around the same time as I arrive home from work sissy, I think.”
“Yes Master, She does Master, thank You Master.”
Actually I didn’t know what time it was, just that it was the afternoon, sissies are not allowed to clock watch. And even if we were, number and letters are just pretty patterns to us now. We know they are important and meaningful to our superiors, but just like everything outside of complete domesticity and intimate service they are not for our pretty little empty heads.
“So when I have returned home and one of my sissies has fetched me a drink and is sucking my cock so sweetly, you will most likely be bent over the bench being caned or waiting to be caned sissy, choking with fright as well as your Mistresses panties stuffed into your mouth sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Or maybe the crop sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
I feared both terribly and knew Mistress would most likely decide to crop me, even though She often preferred Her canes.
Mistress likes to use a very springy hurry crop to do exactly what it describes. They are often used at the clubs for this purpose too, to give a swift stinging stripe, the Sirs prefer a hard spanking slap. Then She has Her canes, a thick rather inflexible rod, and a follow up thinner springier cane that She likes to use on my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. Often She will use this springier cane as a hurry crop, or for a swift caning. Then She has Her riding crops, which are very painful. She has names for each of Her whips and canes and I dread being sent to fetch each of them. The Sirs or Masters are encouraged to spank us, or paddle us. But some, Mistresses main lover for example, are also allowed to use the thick cane for corporal punishment.
Master likes to spank or use His crop but I am told He also has a extremely short bullwhip in reserve, for punishment for when we are exclusively His.
Actually I think this might be fearful exaggeration or self teasing from the other sissies. As such a fearsome device would damage and tear our soft flesh too, which would be unpleasant and unsightly to most of our superiors. but just imagining such an awful whip frightens us no less.
“Wont that be sweet sissy, knowing I am enjoying another sissies hot little mouth while you are being punished sissy.”, He paused “For me that is I suppose.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Just as I enjoy seeing the other sissies desperately hurrying busy at their chores while I enjoy a nice BJ
sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“It just adds to my pleasure sissy and that is all that is important isn’t it sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“I might just phone your Mistress and watch the feed later sissy.” He laughed “ And afterwards you can thank me, maybe just as I cum in sissies face.”
Mistress might find that slightly vulgar but amusing to indulge Him. It would probable encourage Her to be more harsh with me, knowing He and maybe Her friend Miss might be watching. Women can be quite competitive on the proper occasion.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And you can curtsy and thank her afterwards for pleasing me.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“It wont be as sweet as watching your sticky kisses but will be nearly as enjoyable sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
Often if Master is trying to decide which sissy He is going to enjoy, He will have us both kneeling and kissing and licking His cock and balls together, while He gets nice and firm. Well harder in fact because He usually gets himself quite hard by spanking us, and we will both have been over His knee and resoundingly spanked. Then He will choose one of us. Similarly if He is punishing both of us for rivalry then decides to enjoy a BJ. After He has cum in one of our moths and faces, and the lucky sissy has been allowed to swallow. He will have us curtsy to and then kneel and kiss each other, fully on the lips, so we both can share the taste of His pleasure. Before one of us fetches Him another drink and we are both
dismissed to our housework.
“I do think it is important to keep sissies in your appropriate place, sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
Despite myself I clung even more tightly to His arm.
“Please Master, keep sissy under perfect discipline Master, thank you Master.” I blurted sobbing.
“I will sissy, but not because you crave it so, but because I enjoy strictness with my little maids and needy fuck toys.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“You are hot and pouty this morning sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Do your glossy lips ache for my cock sissy.”
“Ooh Master Yes Master, Always Master, thank You Master.”
Just by admitting it, I was almost in orgasm, nearly as close to climax as sissies are ever allowed. He patted my bottom.
“You may kneel and polish my shoes with your panties sissy while I enjoy my coffee and a smoke, I don’t have time for your needs this morning sissy.”
“Maybe I will enjoy one of the office sissies when I take a break at work sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And I give you permission think about that while you are busy with your housework squirming hotly on your plug.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
As if I would be able to think about much else now.
He might decide to video call me later too. The video phone only allows my superiors to call me, not me
to call out. Although I am told that if there is ever an emergency, a fire or burglary, for example. The telephony will detect my panic and make the necessary call as well. With the office sissy on Her knees in front of Him, either as He cums or as she swallows and thanks Him. I have seen her before with Her pixie cut bob and very plain but pretty maids dress, matt satin black with a half apron. There is a similar sissy at Mistress workplace, Mistress showed me a little video of when they told sissy that she would not be allowed her little boy pants anymore just the pretty little dress. The boy pants description is a mockery incidentally as they are usually satin, matt or not very glossy, with the zipper to the side or rear. And apparently the sissy in Mistresses office is available to all the Ladies and is very good with her fleeting obedient tongue.
This makes me seethe with impotent jealous fury, which makes Mistress giggle. And I am so jealous, but I am so jealous of any other sissy who is chosen to serve Master or Mistress in any capacity.
He pushed me off His lap and slapped my bottom and the rear of my thighs.
“Coffee, sissy, then you may kneel polish my shoes.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Eyes down sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
I felt the soft breeze under my very short dress, strangely it never felt any cooler, if anything much hotter with my panties off.
Finished with me He ignored me as He looked at the news on His tablet, enjoying His final morning coffee and cigarette. I polished His shoes fervently adoringly.
“Sissy loves you Master.” I whispered, in tears. He didn’t respond or reply.
I would soon be time to begin my chores.
well soiled by His pleasure, first.
Then all the rest of my daily housework.
I love being a sissy.
Curtsy
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