Later that afternoon Mistress arrived home and I was allowed to open the door to Her with a curtsy and to kiss Her bottom. Then to take Her office jacket. She was wearing a midi length matt leather skirt and matching short jacket, very businesslike but also very stylish and sexy. The taste and smell of the leather, mixed with Her perfume as I kissed Her bottom was quite intoxicating as it always was.
She told the other maids to get back on with their chores and indicated to me that I should follow Her into the lounge. It was so pleasant following Her as the adaptive AC had just a little bit of I suppose a shadow presence, cooling you down just for a moment.
I knew not to speak without permission, She sat down with a slight sigh, a little tired from Her busy day and needing to relax.
“White wine sissy, no wait maybe a rose spritzer.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
I knew exactly how She liked Her spritzer, extra strong with minimum ice and a slight squeeze of lemon to add to the tang.
“Oh that’s perfect sissy.”, She said sipping the drink, it even felt refreshing and tingly on my fingertips. She had a way of saying that though that implied what would happen if it wasn’t always perfect. She never thanked us as there was no need our perfect immediate service is simply expected. Rather it is we who thank our superiors for the privilege of attending their presence.
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I curtsied
She watched me smooth down my apron and hesitate slightly over my bump, She smiled and sat back lifting the hem of Her skirt slightly and peeled off Her panties, handing them to me.
In truth They weren’t particularly wet, or damp, but they always felt soaked and smelling strongly of
Her to me and the other maids.
“A clean pair sissy.” She said smiling at the disappointed look on my face. I already knew that She didn’t want intimate service from the way She had handed Her silk lovelies to me.
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
I was allowed to kiss Her bottom again and She lit a cigarette watching me curtsy again.
“You may run along now sissy.” She said dismissing me.
I was just about to burst into tears.
“Oh do wait, sissy it is your special day I suppose….”
“and I suppose you may call me Miss for now sissy.”
“Oh, oh Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Lift that pretty little dress up sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She lowered my panties and examined then felt me between my legs.
“You may look too sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
It was tiny, just like the other maids. The very small lock, well keyhole surround, protruded slightly more than the slightly rounded button shape covering what was left of my sissyhood.
She gave it a squeeze then a tap, sending a shiver through me as I felt the tap all the way down the urethral tube.
“That’s so much better sissy, much prettier than that silly cage.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And you can concentrate properly on your housework now, cant you sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“As well as pleasing me with your hot little tongue.”
I gasped excitedly
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She smiled and snapped my panties back into place.
“But not now sissy, I need to relax and you have some panties to wash and the rest of your chores.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She smiled watching me curtsy again, and watching me pause over the very tiny imperceptible bump in my apron.
“Run along now sissy.” She said already turning away from me
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
I felt almost as anti climactic as the first time I had been milked, just that empty nothingness feeling, as well as the desperate want, to stay in Her presence. But I had been dismissed and once again the other maids all hugged and kissed me, they had all been through the same emotional gamut of needy expectation and disappointment. In fact we all did every day and every interaction with Mistress or Master, we were inferior and our needs, no matter how strongly felt were deemed at best irrelevant but entertaining.
I was also surprised and disappointed when Master came home slightly later. He patted my bottom but didn’t choose me to fetch Him His drink and for His welcome home BJ. But He did allow me to fetch Him another drink while the sissy was still sucking Him, I was permitted to remain in the room cleaning while He blew in Her face. And I was allowed to kiss Her on the lips whilst they were still sticky from Him. And then to wipe Her face with Her panties before we were both sent back to our housework. Even though she was very pleased and thrilled to have been chosen to please Him, She was still sympathetic and insisted on clutching my hand as I went back to the laundry room and she to clean the upstairs bathrooms.
But in retrospect Mistress did have different plans for tonight, for the evening at least. Unusually Master was going out, mostly they went out together or Mistress out with Her friends, while Master stayed home and enjoyed one or more of His sissies charms. But tonight after we had finished our chores and been permitted to toilet for the day. The evening routine was always toilet if allowed, this was just peeing as we produced virtually no fecal matter with our carefully controlled diets. Then a hot enema, while we showered was next to clean us out. In the shower we were especially squirmy because the enema was very hot but obviously not too hot. We sponged each other down and cleaned each others hair. After the shower a large suppository for our hormones, before we were plugged again. Lots of talcum powder then moisturizer after that. Then into our baby doll nighties and glossy pink panties and it was makeup hair and nails time. And then bedtime, except one maid might be chosen to attend Master & Mistress if they were staying in.
The chosen maid would either have an apron on over her baby doll slip, or wear a formal day uniform over her nightwear. In addition to the black and white day maids uniforms, we had a selection of pastel pink uniforms to sometimes wear for evening service if Master or Mistress wanted us to wear them. All the uniforms were approximately the same French maid/waitress theme but with different trimming lace and organza detail. Mistress chose what we wore, but even so we would pout and tussle over favourite uniforms.
I was also very surprised that none of the maids were cuffed tonight but then as Mistress explained to me later, now I also had been snipped there was no need for the cuffs overnight in bed anymore. We still often would be though, if She thought it was amusing to put us in the cuffs and send us to bed knowing we would be squirming with help[less need if we couldn’t do anything about it anyway. I was however told to fetch the cuffs and bring them into the lounge where Mistress was waiting though.
Master had already gone out & Mistress was sitting on the couch. She was wearing a black lace housecoat over a very slinky silk slip night dress. She was stretching Her toes lazily as I entered the room. I was very pleased not to be wearing my maids boots tonight and was glad that my toenails were so glossy. Even though we wore the narrow high heeled maids boots all day, our toenails as well as our fingernails had to be perfectly manicured painted and polished. Our toes had to flay prettily too, when not wearing the boots.
She patted the couch beside Her and indicated that I should sit next to her.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
I sat down primly, smoothing my apron the glassy fabric of my babydoll. It resisted the smoothing maddeningly but still looked very pretty.
She watched me for a moment then lifted the hem of the very short nightdress and lowered my panties.
“Lets take another little peek, shall we sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
As She bent over me, the key to my chastity dangled down between Her cleavage. It was the general
key to all our chastity devices, but still felt intimately personal. She felt and fondled around the lock then slightly behind and underneath it, on the perineum. I had shivered it was still very sensitive there. & like the chastity tubes from before the new lock was completely secure and inescapable without the key
“Yes I think it is very pretty, a good choice I think.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“I don’t like the innie’s” She said still touching the rounded but flat keyhole enclosure. She was referring to the choice of either a tiny button or an inverted hole for the urethral tract. Most Mistresses prefer the button.
“I like to be able to see what I own sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And I do like to see you smooth down your apron, is so sweet & cute sissy.”
Miss had always been quite taken with that particular mannerism of mine.” She used to tease me terrible when I belonged to my former Mistress, that with that sweet little demure but comely affectation. She would tell me that if I was Hers She often be sending me for Her strap-on or Her crop, sometimes both. Sissymaids are not to allowed or expected to display very much personality, but we do have individual little quirks and kinks within the constraints of submissive obedience that endear us in particular to our owners.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
She laughed and patted my bottom.
“You may kneel now sissy, on your little love cushion.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
I knelt down on the pastel pink patent leather cushion. The thin heart shaped cushions were mainly to protect our stocking rather than for any comfort on out part. Although bruised knees were unsightly too.
She opened Her thighs and allowed me to peel down Her lacy night panties. Mostly She didn’t wear panties in the evening or in bed preferring to be al fresco, or au naturel for sex and sleeping. But She did like to briefly wear a pair for us to remove especially if She was going to gag you with them. And also She loved sending you hand wash them after sex, especially oral sex.
“I think the cuffs tonight sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
I was locked into the pink cuffs, She smiled down at me.
“Something else missing, sissy.” She said expanding my dildo plug to maximum size so I felt like I was about to pop or burst on the phallus. It was all auto conditioning as the device was always 10” but felt like over 14” with matching girth when I was pleasing Her or Master intimately.
I was squelching and squidging expectantly already
She looked down at me again
“Did you think I meant something else missing sissy, no not that.” She teased.
She opened Her thighs wider and pulled me inwards sipping Her wine and taking a deep drag of Her cigarette, watching me, as I kissed Her soft inner thighs lovingly and respectfully, adoringly. Then She slowly lifted Her bottom slightly and pulled me into Her intimate space.
“Nice and slowly sissy.” She told me lowering the hem of Her nightie over my face.
“And squelch on your plug for me sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
I was still relatively inexperienced in pleasing Mistress. For quite some time after She took ownership
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of me She only masturbated in front of me, allowing me to clean Her afterwards. I think She had wanted me to simmer and also to wait for my snipping. But then just about a week before my operation She had called me to serve Her intimately at least orally. My breasts had fully grown by then and my own cherries and clitty were soft & tiny even in the tiniest chastity device. The same hormone treatment that allows us to grow buxom, also renders us micro and flaccid. The op is just to tuck everything away tidily. I guess I should have realized my time was close when Mistress started to enjoy my tongue but sissies are quite empty headed and curiosity is unbecoming in a sissy, She also hadn’t pegged me as yet.
Even though I was relatively a novice in Her pleasure She did say She very much enjoyed my technique. Especially the soft but firm licks and then my tongue curling back around Her inflamed clitoris to start again. My darting tongue as I opened Her flower and the way I sucked and even nibbled with my lips on Her as She writhed & moaned in near ecstasy. Hearing Her lovely cries of pleasure and Her wet thighs and the slurp of my bottom up and down on the plug. Then just at last second when She would grow more intense and fervid as would my licking and sucking. Then the moaning as She experienced wave after wave of orgasm as I continued to kiss Her lovingly.
“Don’t stop sissy.” She would tell me She never needed to say it but She always did.
“Open your mouth wide sissy, & I have special treat for you.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She filled my mouth with gurgling warm pee, it was quite strong tasting tonight as She had been drinking lots of spritzer and now chilled white wine. I loved to taste it like this and to swallow it all though. She often like to do this if She or Master had decided to disallow us to toilet for the evening, or make a point of going to the toilet. It taught us our dependent place.
“Oh sissy whatever is the matter” She teased me, “You look so needy are you a little horny perhaps.” I knew She was teasing me indulgently but I was still apprehensive to answer.
“Yes Miss, I am Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Well that is very sweet and flattering sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Just because you cant anymore doesn’t mean your body and libido still don’t want to sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Just like my other pretty maids, always needy so close to orgasmic and always obedient and attentive.”
Myself and the other maids had never talked about this between ourselves except for obliquely. Sissy
maids are expected to be prim and demure. So we only ever whispered hotly about our desire to and how much we longed to serve & please Mistress and Master. The lovely slavegirl stories were mainly innuendo rather than rude detail. But our thoughts and emotions were constantly swimming with fervid helpless aches and needs.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And isn’t that lovely for you and so appropriate for pretty sissy maids, sissy ?”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She unbuckled my cuffs
“More wine sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She watched me smiling for a moment I was scarcely able to stand, for a moment bent over, I was so needy. Oddly it felt like I had a huge engorged erection, that I was desperate to hide, or that was very uncomfortable in tight restrictive clothing.
I did stand and curtsy though smoothing my apron prettily to much to Her delight.
“Oh with that pretty curtsy you will have to kneel down again sissy.” She said quite languidly taking Her wine.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She guided me even more slowly this time a when She came the multiple orgasms seemed to throb from Her thighs into my soaked face and I was literally shuddering on my plug as I continued to kiss Her lovingly. It was now quite late.
“Oh I would so love to peg that pretty little ass of yours sissy, but I am tired, and I am waiting for your Master to come home, because I want to ride a nice manly cock myself tonight.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And even before your tiny little thing would never do would it sissy.”
“No Miss, Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“You can simmer a bit longer for a pegging sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
Master did come home shortly afterward looking quite pleased with Himself. He had been back to the sissy hospital. At night the sissy nurses serve in a sub kink club. Mainly it must be said for pegging, but Men are welcome too sometimes.
There are a number of themed clubs, pleasure spas and resorts where women could enjoy sissies. As
well as some of the hotels. The hotels were more popular with the Sirs though. They were a perfect place to stay and enjoy fucking lots of different sissies for a long weekend. Their lovers often stayed too, but I was only some hotels where the owners allowed the sissies to intimately serve other ladies. As often all the sissy chamber maids were the exclusive property of the owner. Or were being boarded by their owners who only allowed us to serve real Men not other Women.
Master patted my bottom as I curtsied to Him He looked at the front of my now soaked nightie and Mistress lying back very satisfied and happy.
“The little nurse says hello sissy.”
“Oh.., yes Master, thank You Master.”
“So do a couple of her friends sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
Mistress looked very slightly annoyed.
They both went upstairs and I undressed Mistress and brought Her a fresh night slip. This one was even sexier and slinkier. The lace and silk were like gossamer on Her curves. She didn’t bother with panties and I was sent to bed, joining the other sissies.
They all cuddled close to me so they could smell and feel Mistress on my own nightie as we listened to Master and Mistress having very passionate sex. He was quite insatiable and Mistress could be too.
Another maid was chosen to wake Master the next morning and I was very jealous. But I was chosen to bring Mistress Her first coffee as well as bringing Her our panties to inspect. Because we had all drifted of to sleep listening to She and Master in bed, there was a tiny tear shaped stain in each of the pairs of panties. None of us had felt the leakage as it happened.
“Oh dear sissy.”, She told me over Her coffee but not really concerned.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“But I will have to punish you all later, but not this morning sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“But for now kneel down and come closer sissy, while I drink my coffee.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You Miss.”
“Oh in fact lie down here sissy.” She told me indicating that I was to lie face upwards on the bed between two pillows.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
Over breakfast, Her breakfast that is She told us that because we had all been naughty last night we would have our plugs expanded to the max & be cock gagged all day. And we could expect at least 6 lashes each when She got home.
She seemed rather pleased with this development though, and I could tell She was getting Herself quite excited thinking about it.
“And that will give you something to think about as well wont it sissy, while you wash my underwear then all your naughty underwear.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I said just before She pushed the very large cock gag into my mouth.
That afternoon when She returned home we were put over the bench in pairs gagged with each other
panties and mercifully given only six lashes each, before being sent back our chores. Except me who was sent for Her strap on. She gagged me with Her own panties for sex, and they were sopping wet. After She had fucked me She sat down for cunnilingus and was frantically rubbing Herself on my face until She came again and again, moaning hotly as Her multiple orgasms subsided.
I fetched Her fresh clean panties and chilled wine, before being sent back to my own housework. The other maids glared at me furious with jealousy, and we were all wincing with pain as we worked.
I would taste and smell Her pleasure mixed with the scent of Her perfume all afternoon.
I love you Mistress.
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