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
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.
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