My former Mistress, the Mistress who had locked me in chastity then sissified, feminized me. Informed me that it was time for a change and She had decided to give me to Miss, Her best friend and Her boyfriend who was also my Master.
Mistress had told me to perch on the couch beside Her after bringing Her a glass of wine. I had served Her orally and my face was still wet from Her pleasure, I was also clutching Her discarded panties ready to take to the laundry room.
She would either have me peel them off Her or take them off Herself and toss them casually to the floor, ready for me to pick up and loving hand launder and iron. I sometimes caught a glimpse of Her smiling as She watched my eyes follow the arc of Her tossed panties, that I spent so much time ironing every tiny crease out of.
Today She had smoothed down the couch and patted a spot beside Her telling me sit, I had curtsied and sat down very primly and demurely, smoothing my apron prettily, and looking down. She had told me to look up, then casually informed me that the time had come for Her to have a change of lifestyle, and that although She was still very fond of me, it was time for me to move on. Miss who was also very fond of me would be taking over my employment or rather ownership of me. And I would be living with Master and Her. He was already my Master having taken both my oral and anal virginity. Miss had 4 sissies already and I would be joining them.
This was huge & an upsetting surprise for me quite naturally. I had wept uncontrollably as Mistress
continued that She had been thinking this way for some time and that She would still always be very fond of me, but it was time for Her to move on. I had sobbed and blubbed quite pathetically, well perhaps even more pathetically than usual, until Mistress told me it was time to stop unless I wanted to fetch Her crop for a whipping. I had stopped immediately but somehow wondered if a whipping might somehow be preferable to this feeling of total emotional desolation. But the sharp, biting sting of whip is so very painful. Mistress allowed me to fetch Her another glass of wine, then to kiss Her bottom longingly, for a little longer than usual today, which didn’t help at all. Then sent me back to my mornings chores.
That same afternoon Miss, who was to be my new owner came over to collect me. Master would be coming over slightly later. Mistress & Miss drank wine and chatted casually as nothing was happening. Nothing earth shattering or extraordinary for them that is. Miss is just getting a new maid and I would be getting a new Mistress. I didn’t dare be on anything but my best behaviour and even more so around Miss, who was quite strict, stricter even than Mistress, when I had stayed over in the past. Mistress had told me that was possibly because keeping a little harem of eager jealous maids needed a firmer hand to keep us all simmering but subjugated. Plus Miss enjoyed being strict anyway.
Miss had called me over, instead of having me facing the wall like I often did when attending them. She had patted and fondled my bottom and then squeezed my chastity tube through my panties. From the inside estrogen infused silicon device felt so smooth and inflexible, but could be squeezed slightly from the outside. Mistress and the some of the Sirs liked to do around the testes area. Master had a technique of squeezing not too much but then slapping or swatting me which made me squeal quite loudly and almost a high pitch squeak. Much to their amusement, Mistress said I sounded like a little pink sissy piggy, being gelded.
“Not just yet sissy.” Miss said
“Oh..Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
She smiled knowingly at Master and Mistress laughed.
Miss often fondled and squeezed me, She was the only of Mistresses Lady friends who was allowed to examine and handle me semi intimately like this. But very soon I would be Hers and this felt different already.
Teasingly still holding my tube firmly She asked me if I had heard the stories or rumours that circulated about sissies who were being given to new owners and having been kept in strict chastity all that time, were allowed one final climax before being locked up by a new owner. I had heard these stories all sissies have a stock of silly stories and fantasies, that we cling on to quite forlornly, when we are feeling overwhelmed emotionally, which is very often. It’s a bit like the old stereotype of a romcom, chocolates and wine for the rejected girlfriend, except sissies aren’t allowed chocolates or wine. We also have lots of housework to perform lovingly and obediently.
Embarrassed I said that I had. Mistress and Miss questioned me for some time on what I thought I knew, and went on for some time giggling between themselves embellishing theses stories, I became quite excited despite myself. Until finally when I was squirming desperately on my enlarged plug in my tiny chastity tube. They knew how to tease us terribly and always delighted in seeing us ruby red faced with helpless excitement and embarrassment. Then curtly Mistress told me that these stories were of course just nonsense. Why on earth would I be allowed a final release, when She had never ever permitted me any in all the time She had kept me in chastity. No pathetic weak sissy splashes at all. The only time I had ever had a relief was when I was milked once and once only after 6 months in chastity. But that had just felt like total empty nothing just as it was intended to.
Mistress asked & I had no answer to that of course.
Miss just looked at me in puzzled amazement, as if to say why would She ever even entertain such an idea let alone allow such a thing.
“But you may fetch us more wine sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
Mistress then handed the keys to my chastity to Miss, equally matter of factly. Miss just glanced quickly
over at me, then popped the keys into Her purse. It was a symbolic gesture as my new Mistress had no intention of ever allowing me to be unlocked and in any case Master had copy of the keys. In fact Mistress made a point of giving a copy of my keys to all of Her boyfriends, in front of me. Not because they would ever even consider unlocking me but so that they knew I was properly locked up while they were enjoying sex with my Mistress.
“And you may start calling me Mistress sissy.”
“Yes Mis…Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I curtsied
“That’s better isn’t is sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“But you may call me Miss at home, sometimes.” She said teasingly
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
I always called Mistress, Miss in private unless I was being punished. But I knew Miss’s sissies only called Her Miss when they were serving Her intimately, or conversely if they were being punished. Although on occasion too She might change Her mind on a whim, just to keep us on our toes.
“You may face the wall now sissy.” I was told after serving the wine and curtsying.
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“Your Master will be here soon, wont that be lovely for that pretty little bottom of yours sissy”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“For a nice spanking then spreading that tight peach sissy”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“Was that a little excited squelch sissy ?.” She laughed.
“I don’t know Mistress , Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“Oh look how red Her face is, nearly as rosy as her thighs.” My former Mistress laughed, both Ladies laughed and continued with their conversation.
On the question of Master & boyfriends, Mistress had lots of lovers but Miss and Master were quite monogamous with each other. Miss only had the occasional casual fling if She was out, as did Master. However Miss could be insanely jealous if She knew Master had such an occasion, and even He knew to try not to mention it. When it did happen Miss took it out on our bottoms, with both the crop and strap on. Both were free to enjoy any other sissies as they saw fit but we were only for Miss sexually. As we were only for Master, except when were being boarded at one of the hotels as chambermaids then we were for the use of the male guests. Master says that if and when He owns us exclusively He may consider allowing us to serve female guests sexually at the hotels and clubs as well.
This was quite new to me, as my now previous Mistress would allow both Her boyfriends and any other Man She chose to bring home to enjoy both my mouth and ass as much as they wanted. She and they considered it good hospitality.
This wouldn’t be as much or indeed any of relief as I might have foolishly expected, only being for Master made all the sissies extremely desperately hot for Him, jealous and so desperate to please Him. Even more so than before if that was possible. We spent all day thinking and longing about pleasing Mistress and Him. And all night dreaming about the same. Until that is you were chosen by Him and then you felt so utterly sexually anxious and vulnerable with fright. Although you longed to kneel between His knees kissing and worshipping His huge cock. He and all the sirs always seemed so big and virile compared to us sissies who were flaccid and tiny, but He seemed especially massive. Just as you longed and ached to be between Mistresses thighs, in the hot waxy scent of Her pleasure.
Master did come over later, but after I had served fresh drinks and curtsied I was left facing the wall while my superiors chatted. Unusually as He nearly always wanted a BJ at least when He came over. I guess He was saving that for later and in any case He had just had the office sissy in his private office under the desk before leaving work. Not that ever usually stopped Him He was quite insatiable.
Then when they were getting ready to leave I was allowed to curtsy to Mistress an kiss Her bottom
through Her leather mini skirt, one last time. Then He had simply stuffed a pair of panties into my mouth and put me in the pink cuffs, I was blindfolded to and led out. He wasn’t too unkind guiding me with His huge hands on my bottom, with little slaps and squeezes leading me to the car. It was a very expensive high powered sports car and I was squeezed into the back seat, the trunk simply wasn’t big enough. Not that I could see any of this, the plush expensive leather seats felt very nice, but the powerful hum of the engine scared me, and then we went home.
Miss or Mistress as She was now and He chatted happily a the car sped along taking me to my new home.
Mistresses other sissies were all surprised to see me, they hadn’t been told I would be joining them permanently today or at all for that matter. There was no need to keep us informed or updated we were just to get on with our housework quietly and obediently. Curiosity is unbecoming in a sissy. we were allowed to curtsy to each other and kiss each other fully on the lips, then we were told to get on with our chores. I didn’t really have time to be tearful as there was lots to do always at Her very large house and everything had to be spotless and perfect at all times. We were not allowed to waste any time with sissy chattering though we were told to be quiet and I was immediately put straight to work with the other maids.
That evening though I did serve Master and Mistress drinks as they relaxed and Mistress gave me a
proper welcome by allowing me to kiss Her skirted bottom, on both cheeks and between the cheeks. I was also allowed to kiss Her pubic mound. But that was as intimate as She wanted for now. I would however be hand washing all Her panties and nightwear from now on, to simmer me until She wanted to enjoy me orally or a pegging. The other sissies were jealous of this duty, but Mistress said it was a good way to teach me my place. And I would also be hand washing all the other sissies panties and nightwear, to remind all of us and me of our place.
Mistress knew in particular that I found hand washing Her panties and panties in general both very exciting and very humiliating. In fact I had often heard Mistress and Miss laughing about hot it made me, and that She had on many occasion been tempted to enjoy an extra oral session in the laundry room, because She often got excited seeing me so utterly needy. Miss and Mistress had often giggled about that. This was one of the reasons why Mistress had decided that when Her friends came over with their boyfriends wanted to fuck me or just to gag and spank me before fellatio, they nearly always wanted fellatio, when they saw my eager glossy pout. And Mistress always insisted on lots of extra lip gloss if She was expecting company. That Her friend could remove Her panties and hand them to Her boyfriend for this purpose and I could hand launder the panties later as reminder of being allowed to please Him. and the next time She visited I could hand the laundered ironed panties over the Her and thank Her again with curtsy.
This extra laundry duty would make me even more eager to please intimately, for both Her and Masters enjoyment. Our superiors easily pick up on these intimate peccadilloes of ours and do exploit them quite ruthlessly. Before She had sissies Mistress or the other Ladies would have not have expected their panties to be so perfectly washed, ironed and folded, nor have their bedsheets ironed and smoothed like mirrors. But we sissies would be caned for any tiny imperfection in the above and in any of our other chores.
She was also being kind a She knew I would be missing washing my previous Mistresses panties so much. In fact when I had stayed over previously, when Mistress was on short breaks away, Miss had always given me Her panties to hand launder. It was both tease and a kindness.
Another part of my new duties however was collecting the other sissies nightwear in the morning for
washing, but also inspecting the panties first for any night emissions. Even though all the other sissies were chemically gelded, they and I still sometimes had a tiny leakage in the night, often the sissy would wake up embarrassed and distressed, but quite often the leakage might also be unnoticed. We never felt the leakage just the tiny wet patch afterwards, and it was very slight but still there. If I found or suspected a little patch or stain I was to inform Mistress. Then the other sissy would be summoned, often she might be scolded or teased but sometimes Mistress would punish the sissy depending on Her mood. It was always prudent to bring Mistress Her first coffee and cigarette before this. But even then often that was no guarantee of any leniency.
I dreaded this in the mornings as I would always be seen as the naughty tell tale, even though I had no choice in this. It did make me feel a teeny bit of self importance as I went to reported this, but always felt so small and silly as soon as I opened my mouth.
But even worse if and when Mistress decided to punish the errant maid I would be punished too.
The first morning this happened the unfortunate maid was told to lie across the foldout leather bench in the bedroom that Mistress used for punishment or pegging. Then She turned to me.
“And where do you think you are going sissy.”
I suddenly felt so cold between my legs but also so very uncomfortably warm in my satin panties
I hadn’t been going anywhere I was just standing there obediently waiting to be dismissed, or so I had hoped.
“I don’t know Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I blurted frightened
“Nobody likes a tell tale sissy, you may also get across the bench.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I whispered in frightened dismay.
We were both put in the pink cuffs, and gagged with each other panties, then Mistress lifted our skirts up and left us exposed there while She showered.
On another similar occasion Master had still been in bed and watching our exposed bottoms quivering with fright, while another sissy sucked Him while He enjoyed coffee in bed. And I was told that on another previous occasion He had risen and fucked both maids quickly while Mistress was still in the shower, earning both maids extra punishment for being so slutty and immodest. Now every time we were lefty over the bench and Sir was around we would be squirming with fright and distress not just of His forceful penetration but the extra 6 lashes of the crop each, at the least, that we would receive when Mistress saw the sticky residue of His pleasure. Moaning into our pantie gags in misery.
This first time however another sissy came in to towel Her and bring fresh coffee. We didn’t see the other maid but we could tell from her voice she was very relieved to be dismissed afterwards.
We were both given 6 stinging lashes, then dismissed. As went back to our chores the other maid watched me mincing gingerly, I could see the look of triumph on her face, even though I knew Her bottom and legs would be smarting and stinging just as much as mine.
At other times Mistress would just amiably question the sissy as to what She might have been dreaming about at the time, and smiling sleepily, tell sissy indulgently that that was very sweet or flattering and send the maid back to her housework. Mistress might lie back and ask the maid to elaborate on what She might have been dreaming about, while slowly touching Herself. And opening Her mouth and eyes wide, gasping at the salacious details. Which got both of us maids very excited indeed too.
Or She might tell the maid to kneel between Mistresses thighs under the hem of Her silk negligee, or on the bed face up for an early morning queening. I would be left standing facing the wall on these occasions, listening to Mistress panting and moaning happily and sissy squelching on her dildo, as I would squelch and squidge in sequence.
But in these early days I would nearly always also be punished for bothering Mistresses with such
silliness. I think it was because Mistress wanted to be especially strict with me as a new maid, even though She was also very strict. Although the other maids had whispered to me that after they had grown breasts and were subsequently gelded. Mistress and Master had become even more perfectly strict with them. I hadn’t been gelded yet but I knew that was to come, the extra specific localized hormones were already making my uniform swell up front.
On the second occasion after Mistress had punished us both Mistress had dismissed the other maid and told me to serve Her another coffee, whilst lying back stroking Herself intimately slowly. She put down Her coffee cup and told me to face the wall while She continued, deliberately, or at least I think deliberately loudly. Mistress like to masturbate occasionally my old Mistress never did preferring my tongue saying that masturbation wasn’t necessary or permitted in Her house. Miss my new Mistress had laughed when red faced I had told Her this.
“Oh you silly sissy, She meant you are not allowed to masturbate.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I had curtsied uncomfortably.
“After all why would you ever be allowed to do so.”
“Never Mistress, Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
I heard Her light a cigarette and She told me to turn round and come to the bed.
I knelt beside the bed and licked and sucked Her outstretched fingers as She smoked and watched me.
“You may kiss my inner thighs softly too sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
She was still slick and damp.
“I do hope you are still tiny & soft in your chastity sissy”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress
She lowered my panties and lifted my skirt.
“Oh dear I think you are a little exited sissy. aren’t you.”
“Ohh, Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress” I whispered knowing I was still tiny but if She said otherwise Mistress was always right and I was trapped.
“It is very sweet and flattering sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress”
“But also completely inappropriate.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“I think we will need to use the little extras for you sissy, don’t you sissy ?.” She was talking about the kali teeth additions on the inside of chastity tubes.
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I was already crying we all fear terribly and hate the sharp rows of little silicon teeth.
“That will help keep you soft and obedient wont it sissy ?.” She said with sugary sweetness, smiling.
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“And will keep that empty little head of yours on your housework sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
In an instant She had unlocked my tube and inserted the spikes then locked the tube securely.
I curtsied and winced as I smoothed my apron down.
“That’s much better sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I curtsied again.
She stepped out of bed and slipped out of Her negligee.
“You may kiss my bottom sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“And tidy the room while I shower, and then wait, you may towel me after my shower.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“That’s a good maid.” She said quite pleased with Herself.
After I was dismissed I went downstairs to the laundry room. there was as always huge amount of Her
panties and lingerie to hand wash, then the sex soiled sheets, and then all the maids panties and nighties to wash. I was allowed to keep the door to the laundry room open so I could hear all the other maids working too.
I was surprised that the other maids weren’t mean about the Kali’s teeth insert. Usually we are very jealous and shamefully small, petty when another maid is punished in some way. But they were actually sympathetic, everybody hates the little sharp teeth they are so horrible, and I guess they were still missing their own now gone clitties.
Master too didn’t seem to enjoy it, and although He still enjoyed fellatio and anal over the next couple of days He avoided fondling me and swatting my balls like He liked to as I passed him. & I found myself strangely missing this, even though it stung so, His hard hands swatting me. I guess even real Men are squeamish around the Kali’s teeth devices. Mistress relented decided to remove the inserts after a couple of days but the fear was constantly there. I don’t know what was worse actually the fear of the return of the spikes or the impending dread of being gelded. After Mistress removed the spikes I did feel even tinier, if that was possible in my tube.
The spikes are usually only used on new sissies or in a different femdom scene on slave boys who will be remaining slave boys. And I suspect that Master may have asked Mistress to remove them. He did seem much happier fucking me especially afterwards. I didn’t know this of course because discussions between superiors are not for our ears, only the consequences or decisions.
Similarly there were times when Master & Mistress would fuck in the bedroom with the door closed, rather than with one of us in attendance to fetch drinks and change sheets, until they had finished that is. So we didn’t know what they were enjoying. It was constant source of fascination for us. One of us would be called to clean them usually licking them clean, bring fresh clothes or lingerie and change the sheets. But as for the rest of us we would find some or any sort of excuse to go into the room afterwards, especially while the hot waxy smell of sex was still present. Mistress was very amused by this curiosity, but we would also risk being punished for it. Master never seemed too interested afterwards, although He was always teasing semi hard when I sucked and licked Him clean.
When we were being boarded at one of the sissy hotels, the house Misses were a bit more explicit and liked to tease us with tales of their sexual exploits. One Miss liked to be spanked, but not too hard and enjoyed sucking Her boyfriends. But She never swallowed, that would be just too submissive and demeaning, for Her. She had laughed teasingly to one of the sissies whose face and uniform were still sticky so, from the clientele blowing in her face. Sissy always swallowed and thanked Sir afterwards.
I couldn’t imagine Mistress being spanked by Master though, or being in any way submissive even in play. It was of course their choice though.
Mistress did enjoy masturbating almost as much as She enjoyed submissive oral from Her sissies and sex with Master. In fact both Master and She were very highly sexed. As were all the superiors It seems that satisfying liberated sex and submissive cunnilingus and fellatio receiving that is very moreish.
Mistress would come from work and we would all line up and curtsy to Her. One of would be permitted to kneel and kiss Her bottom before curtsying again then we would be sent back to our chores, very occasionally, She might allow us all to kiss Her bottom in turn. But although She enjoyed this deferential obeisance, She often didn’t have time for such silly nonsense.
Master on the other hand would allow us to crowd round Him. Although we were in His personal space really He was very much in ours and dominating it, as He and the Sirs always did. We would press together jigging prettily for Him. In those early days I was so jealous of the other maids while my cleavage was growing. We would all get a fondle and pat on the bottom maybe a squeeze. Then we would be told ‘eyes down sissy.’ and ‘hurry back to your housework sissies.’ Though one of us would nearly always be chosen for fellatio.
Master and Mistress like most professional and non professional people had a very good work life
balance only working 4 short days per week mostly, with very generous annual leave. Plus generous economic prosperity meant that everyone was comfortable and often independently wealthy. My assets and that of the other sissies, some had, had trust fund belonged to Mistress and Master now in perpetuity. And Master & Mistress like most superiors were at or approaching that point in their careers where they could choose their own hours. Leisure and work life balance was considered a constitutional right. However not so for sissies in domestic service. We were good maids and busy with housework and chores from dawn till bedtime 7 days a week making sure everything was perfect for our superiors
Master would allow us to greet Him then breeze into the lounge or patio, telling one or more of us to follow Him. Mistress on the other hand would often watch us at our chores for a few moments inspecting here and there, always chiding, something or another. Even though we always worked so very dutifully and diligently, all day. When Mistress was watching we worked especially breathlessly and anxiously perfectly.
Although we worked very mindfully of being punished, for missing a smear or a speck of dust, for not being seen to be working fast enough or not smiling prettily while we worked. It wasn’t stressful, as it was for our superiors. We had no volition in our routine, it was fright and obedience, anxious to not only be pleasing but be seen to be trying to be pleasing, and highly erotic too.
The atmosphere always seemed so thick with the sticky smell and feel of our vulnerable and highly erotic fright, and Her sexual pleasure at this, mixing with the scent of Her often leather skirts and the smell of the leather crops.
The scent of sissy clean as She called it.
It was the same if Master was present but especially so with Mistress.
Then She would chortle in satisfaction then go into the lounge, or out to Her pool. The adaptive air con following Her and leaving us roiling in our stuffy fright.
She often liked to swim naked in the pool and one of us would be called to undress Her. Or in the lounge She might want fresh underwear, as well as an afternoon chilled wine. Her wine had to be the perfect temperature of course not too cold but certainly never ever warm. If we were lucky She might have one of us kneel and She would pee into our open mouth. Or to follow Her into the bathroom and wipe Her after She had peed. She only wanted this if She urinated though. And She especially enjoyed this service knowing that She or Master might have decided not to allow us to pee last night or this morning.
“Its so lovely to see you so squirmy and pretty for Master, sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“And what is important sissy His pleasure or a little distress or discomfort sissy.”
“Always His pleasure Mistress, thank You Mistress.” Then you might be sent back to your chores or She might decide to masturbate, if She did so you would be told to face the wall, until She wanted or needed you again. Facing wall nose pressed to it with eyes closed hands in curtsy cuffs. Squirming on your plug listening to Her pleasure. In those early days She would teasingly ask me if I was still appropriately soft and tiny in my chastity as I fetched Her another drink then sucked & licked Her fingers clean after She had climaxed loudly.
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I would blurt in a very high pitched sissy squeak, much to Her amusement.
Or She would tell you to fetch a little pink love cushion, and kneel at Her side kissing Her softly on the
outside of Her thighs. While She chatted with Her friends on Her phone. Or with you though She wasn’t much interested in your inanities. She did enjoy teasing us about how horny She was, maybe about Master or some new hunk, or a new office sissy in Her office. Or just thinking about Her return home and pegging one of us. It was quite enjoyable to postpone slightly Her orgasm, letting Her build slowly until She came home, though She could enjoy the sissies at work too or masturbate. She could enjoy a fling with one of the hunks too, though both Master and Mistress were primarily monogamous with each other.
“It can be so lovely to wait a little while sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“So much more satisfying, although sometimes I just cant help myself.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“And of course why should I if I don’t want to sissy?”
“Yes Mistress, it is always Your choice Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
Master on the other hand never seemed to wait or be satisfied.
“You may take my panties off now sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
The lovely delicate silk would often be quite soaked at this point.
She would open Her thighs and guide me between them. At this point She might tell me ‘curtsy cuffs’, or another sissy might be called in to put me in the pink leather cuffs. She might be told to face the wall waiting or sent back to her chores. My new Mistress like my previous Mistress liked to put the hem of Her skirt over my head as I served Her intimately. She liked me to maintain eye contact as I performed intimate services or simply changed Her panties for Her. Until She told me ‘eyes down sissy’ or put the hem of Her skirt over my face, so I could lovingly serve Her in warm sticky heat of Her pleasure.
Mistress was passionate and totally uninhibited having sex with us. She seemed slightly less so, slightly less loud with Master. She never bothered closing the doors if it was just us and Her in the house, She either didn’t care that Her maids would hear Her moans and gasps of perfect delight. Or She enjoyed the fact that we could hear. I would be squirming and squidging up and down on my massively enlarged phallic butt plug as I licked Her. Keeping rhythm with the tempo of my tongue, almost totally instinctive or subconsciously now but totally self consciously too. Or if She was masturbating keeping rhythm with Her pants and moans. All the other sissies would be too, straining to hear Her moans as we also kept very busy with our housework.
This was the same with Master too, if one of us was sucking Him or being bent over and penetrated, or impaled on His lap, or on all fours for Him. We would all be straining to hear the sounds of His sexual pleasure and squiggling desperately on our plugs keeping tempo with each other. While we still hurried along with our chores.
Mistress often said that She enjoyed knowing that we were or seeing or hearing us busy with our housework, while She enjoyed sex, or just relaxed in Her garden and pool, or socializing with Her visitors. Enjoyed Her pretty maids in our pretty uniforms working so obediently and lovingly, for Her every want and need. And the palpable atmosphere of fright and erotic fright as we curtsied and smoothed our aprons before rushing breathlessly to the next task.
As we worked and squelched so haplessly on our dildo plugs, we also swung our bottoms and hips in harmony as well. Often tempting Master to slap our bottoms firmly as He passed. He didn’t really need much temptation in any case. But He did enjoy or squeals of excited fright, before telling us sharply to get on with our chores, which only increased our desperate arousal and fearful zeal to please.
But it was lovely to feel Mistress quivering on your tongue on your face, and She nearly always wanted a second slower session, that would leave you gasping for breath your face hot ad soaked with Her. She might allow you to change your uniform afterwards or maybe not. If Master had cum we had to wipe ourselves clean with our panties after He had allowed us to swallow. Unless it was along session with Him.
Then when She was satisfied we would bring Her clean fresh panties, maybe a fresh skirt or leggings.
Being very fashionable and trendy, as well as Domme chic She did often favour glossy wet look leggings. Maybe fetch Her another glass of wine or accompany and attend to Her to the toilet again. Then being dismissed, kissing Her bottom and curtsying, before hurrying back to your chores. Mistress says She always enjoys watching us mincing hurrying back to our housework. anxious not to be seen to dally, while She relaxes. Relaxes enjoying the afterglow of Her climax. She also enjoys watching us hurry back to our chores our bottoms and thighs pink from a caning or cropping, trying to be graceful and pretty despite the puffy stinging and smarting on our rumps. As She sits back and smokes and sips Her wine, relaxing.
She always seemed to be smoking at these times and the smell of cigarettes or weed, and coffee, which we were no longer allowed was so overwhelming, almost as much as the desperate aching to cum that was ever so present.
One of Mistress favorites teases for a while was having me stand facing the wall while She masturbated then as I sucked and cleaned Her fingers afterwards ask me with sugary innocent sweetness why I looked so flushed. She had this look which always tormented me so, it was so blank, as if She couldn’t possibly imagine what I was so bothered about, or what I was talking about. Of course I didn’t dare tell Her why I was so flushed, sissies are never allowed to be naughty or immodest & mention how needy they are.
She might then smile or laugh, as if suddenly realizing. She would then squeeze my chastity lightly or pat my bottom and tell me.
“Oh never mind sissy Master will be home soon and He loves parting your little pout, doesn’t He sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“If He chooses you that is sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“So lots of slippery lip gloss for Master, sissy ?”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
I remember when She & my former Mistress were training me for fellatio. I was looking up at the pair
of them still kissing and sucking the dildo. She had told me that lots of shiny lip gloss makes men think of fellatio, the shinier and more slippery looking the better. She told me, looking directly into my eyes whilst applying lipstick Herself, which naturally made me ache terribly.
“My boyfriend will be here soon sissy.”
“So lots of lip gloss sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Oh lots more than that sissy, you should look as wet as you want to feel for Him sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I had squirmed and blushed, humiliated and ashamed, knowing I would soon be sucking a real cock for the first time.
He wasn’t my Master then but He soon would be with Mistress’s and Miss’s consent.
The training was very intense and I was bent over for six with the crop so many times that afternoon at the slightest sign of dissatisfaction from Him or any imperfection of my service. My bottom was so raw and puffy that night I could barely perform my chores without wincing. Mistress had me sitting on the tiny very hard stool several times as well, and the next afternoon we started again. Until I looked up at Him submissively and adoringly eager to please Him totally and showing that I loved pleasing Him and wanted to please Him over and over again, and swallow His thick cum happily. Him and every Sir Mistress brought home for me to suck, even though it was forced Bi and I found it horrid and hated it.
But eventually after nearly a week of afternoon training my performance was deemed adequate. But just as in my chores and intimate service for Mistress I would have to seek and show continual fervid improvement.
But how far from that I was now, even though it was always still forced Bi of course.
Of course Master wouldn’t care how excited I or we were, as long as we were all desperately excited to
greet and to pleasure Him. He would choose whichever of us He wanted. And in fact that evening in particular He had dismissed me and chose another maid, sending the rest of us tearfully back to our housework, listening intently to the lucky maid pleasing Him and squelching on our plugs in unison.
Mistress would have lots of guests and visitors the afternoons Her patio parties were very popular and often Her female friends would come over to skinny dip in Her large pool, splashing about happily, while we rushed to serve them. At these times even though we couldn’t help but glance it was ‘eyes down sissy.’ And when we had male visitors they would slap and squeeze our bottoms as we served them, and they would ask us teasing questions but we were only for Masters sexual use, at least in His & Mistresses house.
If we had mixed pool guests both the Men and Women usually chose to wear swimming costumes. But in all fairness that was equally exciting as the ladies usually wore such lovely sexy costumes. And you could clearly see the outlines of the Sirs large cocks in their trunks.
We would be busy working when guest would arrive and one of us would open the door and curtsy, taking the guests coat and kissing Her bottom submissively. Then the guest would glide past to wherever Mistress was waiting. We would all stop our chores and momentarily, curtsy and say sweetly.
“Good afternoon (it was nearly always the afternoon) Miss, or Ms, thank You Miss.”
Mostly the guests would completely ignore and disregard us and we would quickly curtsy again saying.
“
Of course it might be a Sir too but they also quite rightly disregarded us.
Mistress often laughed there was always a delicious whiff of panic and fright at these times, and any other times She passed.
And of course it was very enjoyable and satisfying to see sissy maids so perfectly in their place busy with housework while our superiors relaxed and enjoyed themselves. Very enjoyable for them that is. But that is exactly as it should always be.
Sometimes the visitor might be my former Mistress and maybe a boyfriend and more often She would breeze past me ignoring me as She had every right to. And sometimes I might be called to serve drinks and sometimes I might be allowed to curtsy to Her and kiss Her bottom, briefly before being sent away or told to face the wall. I would be nearly in tears but if anybody noticed nobody deemed to care. At least not usually although Mistress did say She found it sweet and amusing.
If Mistress and the guests were relaxing outside we were usually quickly sent back inside, into the stuffy house, no air when superiors were not present. Out of the sun so not to mar our pale creamy skin.
But even as I was heartbroken about my former Mistress I did also love and adore Miss or as She was now Mistress. And ached to serve finally intimately Her. I did so love licking Her fingers after She had masturbated, and She was also allowing me to kiss Her thighs and bottom while it was still hot and damp. Of course if I was called to clean Master and She while they were having sex, or rather afterwards or in the interlude, I would lick Her clean intimately too. But that was as far as it would go until close to my gelding, which would be very soon.
I did also enjoy
working with the other maids. Even though we were very jealous, petty and quite
mean to each other we also loved each other and would hold and hug each other,
when one of us was feeling overwhelmed or emotional, which was often. Long gone
was the reservation of being seen feminized by other sissies, which felt even
more emasculating, if that was possible, but also in a different way than being
seen by a dominant real
Mistress and Masters house was very large and luxurious and did need an awful lot of cleaning. Sissies
always had to do all chores by hand whenever possible. As well as saving money on electricity and labor saving devices, plus the environment, It kept us perfectly in our place performing menial & traditionally female housework. Domestic drudgery that was far too demeaning for women and Mistress.
We would curtsy submissively and tell Mistress we were so glad that She had us sissies to perform all the housework and domestic chores.
She would sit back and smile indulgently, sometimes absently holding Her crop.
But in truth it wasn’t just the fear of corporal punishment, chastity, even for gelded sissies made us so flustered and fussy, desperate to be attentive and pleasing that we were longingly happy to serve Her in each and any way possible.
And in truth I did love the fact that real women didn’t do housework, their sissies did.
And I did want so much to be a good maid for Her and Master,
And in my pretty uniform. The wet look satin uniforms were so glossy and detailed with lace, organza and taffeta, totally impractical for housework as were our long squared nails and manicures, but everything had to be kept shiny immaculate and perfect.
“More wine sissy.”
Even though I had been facing the wall while She masturbated I still felt very hot and sticky in my uniform. My enlarged plug felt so big and slippery.
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“You may run, along, well mince back to your housework now sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
I had double curtsied sweetly and hurried quickly back to the other maids.
I could still smell and taste Her & I still had Her soaked panties to lovingly hand wash.
I so longed for Her as all sissies should long for their Mistress, as much as all sissies should be kept in chastity.
We were all squelching smiling winsomely on our plugs, wistful and longing.
Thank You Mistress.
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