The Bobbit ward

 

The ward was called ‘The Sissy Finishing School Ward’, nicknamed  ‘The Bobbit Ward’. For obvious reasons the visiting Sirs didn’t like that nickname but the Ladies thought it was very appropriate for sissies. Apparently it used to have pictures of operations, or rather pictures of the results of the denuding of sissies. But that was considered a little too vulgar so there were subtle stylistic images of pairs of small very rounded cherries with the stem cut on the wallpaper strips. And after all the sissy cherries or plums were not much to look at, smooth and soft as they were. Most sissies would see and kiss lots of nice eager swollen balls, ready to empty in sissies hot little mouth, or tight ass.

I had woken up very confused, after lots of very strange very blurry dreams. Erotic feeling but not so explicit as my usual sissy dreams. Everything was still fuzzy and hazy as  I looked around the room slowly realizing I was in the hospital. There seemed to be lots of other patients on the ward in actual fact there were only were only 3, but sissies have brain fog about any sort of numbers or written text, unless it’s a recipe with lots of pictures. All the other patients were sissies too and we were all propped up in bed now, wearing rose ping satin white night dresses.

Instinctively I knew I wasn’t allowed to get out of bed, I also knew I wasn’t allowed to look at or touch my operation. Actually the local anaesthetic, wasn’t necessary nor was staying in bed, the operation was quite simple just pushing or popping my now tiny plums and clitty back inside my body and closing a band to keep everything in place. The very strong oestrogen and chemicals had already completed the gelding process. The operation just a thumbs press really was simply tidying up. Even without being put to sleep it was supposedly uncomfortable for a moment but essentially painless.

But I wasn’t allowed to get up and that was that. The nurses were all sissies too in lovely latex uniforms

and they all hurried around with quite breathless efficiency. I was given a small warm cup of milky tea, that tasted like it was half full of sugar. Exactly the way we had it had home, warm weak and very milky and sweet. The sugar was of course not fattening. And an absolute delight a choice of biscuit. They were all plain of course but had pretty shaped and pattern etched into the surface.

I wanted to ask the nurse about my operation, but she shushed me.

“Be quiet now sissy, lots of rest no silly chattering.”

“Yes…thank you.”

She giggled, having had this conversation several times per day, every day

“You can call me nurse or miss while you are here.”

“Yes miss, thank you miss.”

“Or nurse of course.”

“Yes nurse, thank you nurse.”

Then to my surprise she curtsied to me and kissed me on the lips before hurrying off to then next patient.

I sat back and nibbled on my biscuit daintily enjoying my tea. The bed was nice and firm too and so nice to have it all to myself rather than sharing with the other maids. I did feel very drowsy though and looking at the other maids they looked like I felt. Later on that morning we were allowed makeup bags though and to brush our hair, primp our nighties as best we could.   

It was time for the doctors visit. She came round the ward followed by a gaggle of sissy nurses, and examined our charts one by one. The  curtain was closed around my bed and the nurses all gathered round the doctor expectantly. I nor any of the other sissies were spoken to directly during this consultation. Nor the nurses really except to be given instructions, which were eagerly obeyed as  soon as they were issued.

I was told to close my eyes and to lift the hem of my nightie and lower my panties. She inspected me with very cold feeling latex gloves, I was told to lie on my front and She inspected me from behind too. pressing  a finger deeply inside me. At which point I was surprised to realize I wasn’t plugged, the local anesthetic must have been stronger than I thought. No sooner had I realized this though, then She pulled Her finger out satisfied and one of the nurses plugged me. The doctor patted my bottom and told me to turn back over. I felt Her tug my panties back up and I was allowed to lower my nightie and open my eyes.

“All done sissy, prettily snipped.” She said peeling off the latex gloves and handing them to the nurse, slightly disdainfully.

The nurses were all highly skilled and had all been doctors and consultants before they had been sissified. Not only that but they had all been quite professionally elitist and aloof, especially to their female patients, as men who are insecure about their masculinity often are. All had been involved in the now largely irrelevant cosmetic surgery field, apparently potential sissies were very attracted to this specialty. Along with alpha male doctors, who weren’t insecure but were often equally patronizing to their patients. But sometimes this is ok if He is a hunk. Unusually for sissies the now nurses partially retained their useful medical knowledge, but they were now just adjuncts and nurses in the sissy hospital. And in reallity this hospital was merely a convalescence ward rather than a real hospital. It was actually mainly for our benefit and our superiors enjoyment. The doctors and visitors did also like to play doctors and nurses with the sissy nurses, who were very submissive and anxious to please.

“Yes Mis…Doctor, thank you Doctor.”

I wanted instinctively to get out of bed and curtsy, but She smiled and shook Her head raising Her hand to my lips so I could kiss it.

 “You will soon be home  and busy, busy  with your housework again, sissy.” She said lifting my own hand and patting it comfortingly

“Yes Doctor thank You doctor.”

The doctor and Her entourage of simpering nurses moved on to the next patient. She was very beautiful and the nurses were very pretty in their short uniforms.

The pink plastic curtain was closed around the next sissy, as the rounds continued.

I lay back drowsily, I desperately wanted to see down there but I knew I wasn’t allowed to look or touch without  permission.

One or two sissies were collected during the day by their ‘employers’ or owners. I wondered and hoped when I would be collected, but it wasn’t to be today.

However later that afternoon, nearly towards the  evening, one of the nurses brought a small screen and propped it up on the table for me to see.

Mistress and Master were there.

“How are you sissy, I hope you are recovering from you little procedure and feeling better.” Mistress said

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I whispered holding the hem of my nightie, instinctively wanting to curtsy, but knowing I had been told to stay in bed.

“Yes sissy the other maids are all missing you, as well.” Master said

He smiled patting the bottom of the sissy who had just brought Him a fresh drink, I was so envious.

“Yes Master thank You Master.”

“Hello sissy, best wishes.” another female voice from just out of shot, the camera panned round. It was my former Mistress, She was sat with some other ladies who were all enjoying drinks on the patio.

“Hello Miss, yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“We are having a little party to celebrate your procedure and recovery sissy.” Mistress told me.

“Gosh, yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I whispered.

I recalled  my cherry popping party, after Master penetrated me anally for the first time. Apart from

pegging I had never been opened that way He was the first Sir to take my virginity. Mistress had invited lots of friends over and I had been very busy serving drinks. Although it was  a celebration, it wasn’t for me rather for Mistress in this new stage for Her maid. Nobody spoke to me much, except to tell me to fetch drinks. But a few ladies did pat my bottom suggestively and tell me that they would have to bring their boyfriends over the next time they visited, now I was popped.   

I remember one of the ladies as having been present at my one and only milking which was also a small gathering. She had been the lady who told me after I had sipped my leakage.

 “Its quite thin and weak isn’t it sissy ?” One of the Mistresses friends had commented.

 “Yes Miss, it is, thank You for asking Miss”

“It is  an observation rather that a question sissy,”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“But don’t worry, my sissy tells me a real mans cum is much thicker and creamier.”

I had squirmed in embarrassment “Yes Miss thank you Miss’

“Especially when Sir is pumping into her painted lips and sissy is nearly choking on his thick warm load.”

“Yes Miss thank you Miss”

This was when I was still kissing and licking strap-ons before She pegged me. To lubricate the cock She said but there was no need for that as She always used lots of very cold lube, that quickly got very warm inside me as She thrust inside me. The dildo got bigger and thicker each time until She was satisfied with the 14” size. I had to deep throat it, and swallow as it went in to try and alleviate but never managed to overcome the panicked gag reflex. Mistress had told me that I had to perform eagerly & satisfactorily before She would even consider a release for me. At the time I didn’t know it would be a milking in front of Her friends. And afterwards She told me that I would have to learn to please a real man if I ever wanted to experience a release again.

Up till that point She had been rather discreet considering how She was afterwards, and had every right to be,  with Her lovers. But the next time She came home with a lover instead of going out they went into the bedroom and I was called to lower Mistress panties and take them away to hand wash for Her. But just as I had curtsied and was about to hurry away already acutely embarrassed and humiliated. Mistress told me to kneel down in front of Her boyfriend open His trousers and suck Him till in front of Her until He was hard. I truth I think He was feeling nearly as awkward as me, but I did already look very feminine by then and He soon grew very hard in my mouth. Mistress then dismissed me, but after they had finished I was called to lick Her clean and change the sheets for them.

But that was as far as it went up until Mistress and Miss decided to train me properly with Master. And after that first time He came in my mouth made me wait with my mouth so full of His sticky cum. Every time I put lipstick and especially lip gloss on it made me feel so full of trepidation and helplessly vulnerable. And whenever He came round with Miss which was often, and He would smile at me and pat my bottom all I could think about was Him putting me on my knees in front of Him, and His huge cock with its strong manly taste and smell. & overwhelming thick texture, the taste odour of  His cum but also His precum, even that which seemed so much thicker and copious compared to anything a sissy could produce.  

He was still the only Man I had sucked till completion, until a month or so later He also popped my anal cherry, and shame and the sensation of feeling Him spread and split my cheeks and penetrate me, then Him exploding massively inside me while I gagged on a pair of Mistresses or Misses damp panties, choking with submissive sexual misery.

After that all Mistresses male friends could enjoy me if they wanted as part of Her hospitality. And they did want to enjoy both my lips and my tight bottom, I was very popular like most available sissies were. After all most Men were simply boorish creatures who were easily tempted or distracted away from the Ladies chatter.

Miss commented that if it was mentioned that they were expecting male company, She would see me

blanch fetchingly and clench my little bottom tightly on my plug. ‘As if that would make any difference.’ She laughed, it just made sissy squelch prettily. And you teeter and totter about so anxiously and expectantly, even if Sir didn’t immediately want to fuck you He would do after seeing your sweet little mincing curtsy sissy. Which only served to make me more anxious and squidge even more haplessly.

For me and all sissies just the thought of a real Mans presence, we just felt so anxious and sexually vulnerable, and thus submissively malleable for their pleasure. Just as we did when Mistress sent us for Her strap-on or the cane.

In fact after that first time when you are sent for the strap on. Usually you are sent for it, though occasionally Mistress might put it on Herself and interrupt you at your chores.

You would whimper prettily as She lowered your panties and unplugged you.

“Oh Mistress, please be gentle Mistress, thank You Mistress”,

“Ohh oohh , sissy loves you Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

You usually would be silenced with Her panties stuffed into your lips long before you could say all that.

If She did have that in mind She did like to fuck you in the laundry room face down in Her still to be hand washed underwear, or the ironing. Then when She was done She would simply leave you to continue your chores.

But She did like you to fetch the strap on mostly. Enjoying the sexual tension and your growing panicked apprehension.

Or fetching the dreaded canes or Her horrid crop. After that very first taste of corporal punishment and the realization that Mistress wasn’t going to stop or listen to your tears and pleas for forgiveness, until She and only She was satisfied with your punishment. The building crescendo of pain of each stroke or lash. Then the stinging, smarting throb of pain, as you try to continue your chores gracefully. Means that when you are told to fetch the cane, you are immediately drained of colour and  numb with fright, quaking under your apron, each and every time. Even if it is another maid being punished, and you are always immensely glad, gratified that it is she and not you this time. Just the sight of her fetching the crop or listening to the swish of the cane and its dreadful impact on Her soft but taut behind. The maids muffled cries of misery. Immediately fills our mouth and chest  with choking fright.

Even some maids who in their previous lives were turned on, or at least thought they were,  by BDSM and punishment. After their first caning or taste of the crop are immediately weak kneed and trembling at just the thought of punishment. The auto suggestion and strong hormones, quickly reduces sissies to that state of totally submissive cowed femininity, rejected so rightfully by modern women, effemininity of feminized sissies.

Never mind that awful long walk on your hobbled heels to fetch the crop, or canes. And if Mistress decides to use the cuffs, which She frequently does, you will have another long walk to fetch those too. Mistress nearly always does use the cuffs for  a pegging or cropping, sometimes curtsy cuffs suffices for a caning, though you had better not dare let go of the petticoats and hem of your dress, unless you want the punishment repeated and doubled.

Likewise a spanking from Master or any of the Sirs, Shamefully and humiliatingly, we sissies do love the humiliating thought of it, Until that is we are told to get over His knee and that first blow with His ever so firm hand lands. The Sirs also like to use paddles or a tawse, which is  a thick leather strap, and are both horrible. Master likes to use His crop for punishment. And His palm for discipline before  pleasure.    

The camera panned again and the other 4 maids were allowed to curtsy and wave blowing kisses to me. Then back to Mistress.

“Time for you to rest sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“But don’t worry we can have  a special celebration of our own sissy, when you come home sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“And I’m sure your Master will have something special for you as well sissy.”

I heard the other sissies coo and the other ladies laughing. Oh I so wanted to be home right now.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Sweet dreams sissy.” Mistress said

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mist…..ress.” My voice tailed off as the connection closed.

The nurse who had brought the screen kissed me on the lips, I realized She had been holding my hand all this time. I smiled at Her gratefully.

“Thank you nurse.”

“You’re welcome sissy & sweet dreams.” She said.

She had a set of cuffs for me. Very pale almost rose leather, like my nightie and the curtains. Similar but

not the same as the pleasure cuffs at home. The pastel pink patent leather pleasure cuffs secured your wrists at the small of your back. Whereas these secured my wrists to my sides, so I didn’t touch my new self in the night, I still hadn’t seen the results of my op yet. I was used to sleeping in cuffs now as my new Mistress insisted on them at night so we didn’t touch ourselves naughtily. Not that we ever could in chastity or ever would dare to in disobedience to Her. But wearing the pink leather cuffs that we were locked in for sex and for punishment to, made our bodies  ache and squirm as if we wanted to. Which was partially the intention too, Mistress had told us amused at our needy sexual distress.   

There are also very confusing for us sissies because Mistress or Master will secure us snugly in the  cuffs for sex, buckling them closed. Laughing that we couldn’t unbuckle them even if we wanted to. But at night we in the cuffs  then unlocked in the morning for our chores long before Mistress or Master wakes. Master has told me on a couple of occasions, that it is all electronic and controlled by the house AI in a similar way to the cameras and intelligent air con. But I simply just don’t understand, Master will pat my bottom and tell me not to bother my silly pretty little head about these thing.

And in any case “Curiosity is unbecoming in a sissymaid.” He tells me

“Yes Master, thank You Master,”  I curtsy

Feeling very silly and even more confused but fearful of being unbecoming.”

He pats my bottom again more firmly as I smooth my apron down prettily.

“Eyes down sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master,”  I curtsy

“Hurry back to your chores sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master,”  I curtsy  and hasten obediently.

The nurse buckles closed the cuffs and pulls my sheets up tucking me in.

Then reaches over and kisses me on the lips

“Night, night sissy.”

“Yes miss, thank you miss.” I whisper sleepily.

She continues around the ward closing the bed curtains around each of us. Although it is very nice to have a bed all to myself I still miss cuddling up to and spooning the other maids. If we sleep with Mistress we sometimes are allowed to spoon Her too, which is ever so lovely. Master likes us to sleep with our face close to His waist though. This often has unintended consequences as sometimes you just can resist kissing Him and sucking Him even though you know He will punish you in the morning, despite Him enjoying the interlude. But I did miss the other maids, but not really the crinkly glassy baby doll nighties we were. They were so slippery too especially on the oh so glossy wet look and feel pink satin sheets. Mistress said they are easy to wipe down if Master wants to enjoy one of us on the bed, although we would usually all sleep in the sticky wet patch till morning.

I can hear the other maids moaning softly and crying too, and spent the night waking up fitfully and wishing we could all cuddle in the same bed together. But we maids sleep easily with our empty little heads, so it soon morning.

As I sip my morning tea and nibble on a triangle of dry toast I suddenly think that I don’t need to pee and don’t remember peeing yesterday. The mystery is soon resolved later though when I the catheter tube is removed at hometime. It actually passed through the urethral tube without me even feeling it.  

Master comes to collect me on His own because Mistress is busy with something at work, but I am so pleased to see Him anyway. He takes a maids uniform from the bag Hes carrying and tells the nurse to dress me. I am still not allowed to look down there, so naturally I don’t, but I am starting to feel very empty down there now, even though I was tiny before. Master goes into one of the other rooms with the nurse and I am allowed to sit primly on the edge of the bed waiting for Him to return. Although I do get off the bed to curtsy when another Mistress brings Her sissy in to one of the other beds ready for her little op. And again to curtsy when the doctor passes to discuss something with the Mistress. The sissy is left behind the closed curtains while her procedure is discussed by her betters.

Master does seem to take His time in the other room and when He returns the nurse looks very flushed and is mincing very daintily and gingerly,  very pretty in her uniform. I am very jealous now, and as she takes my hand as if to help me from the bed, she kisses me on the lips I get a sticky taste of His cum.

“Your Master is so delish.” She whispers. “You are a lucky maid to be able to please Him.”

My heart melts, as do my eyes and I hug Her tearfully and kiss Her back, clutching hands together until Master says quite indulgently

“Come along now sissy, time for some housework for you and nurse needs to look after her patients.”

We both curtsy together

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

In the waiting room Master puts me in the usual pink cuffs and blindfolds me. Then pushes a pair of panties into my mouth so I don’t distract Him while He is driving, as if I would ever dare to. Sissies are usually transported bound, gagged and blindfolded. There is no reason for them to know where they are being taken. And in the case of sissies whores who are pimped, rented out for parties and other events, being delivered blindfolded ensures that she is submissive and sexually pliant, malleable when she arrives.

Master does drive very fast though and even strapped down with seatbelt  in the small back seat of His sports car I am very frightened. He is very indulgent today though and even though I squeak at every fast turn, muffled by the gag, He doest push the panties deeper into my mouth to silence me more at least not at first.

I am very frightened in the back of the car and I feel like one of those frightened slavegirls, bound helplessly while the men fight over something, usually not anything as insignificant as Her ownership, but that is often decided incidentally at the same time. And  I suppose just like the pretty slavegirl I also have no control over my body or my fate.

When we get home Master actually tosses me over His shoulder bringing me into the house. This is very exciting. And the other maids all crowd round me cuddling and kissing me. Before Master tells them sharply to get back to their housework and for me to fetch Him a coffee. As the maids all quickly scatter there is the thick sense of fright in the air as I lean over to place His coffee down and then curtsy.

He pulls me onto His lap and allows me to cling to Him, I am still very tearful, overwrought from my procedure and still frightened by the very fast drive.

“Eyes down sissy.” He tells me

“Yes Master, thank You Master,”

Lifting me off His lap He pats my bottom firmly and sends me also back to my housework. As he leaves for the rest of the afternoon.

The other maids were very chatty and very emotional too. They kept hugging me and holding my hand tightly, whenever we could. So much so that I started to get very anxious about Mistress thinking we were dilly dallying with our chores. But I was very emotional too. I so wanted to look as well but didn’t dare until I was given permission it was silly really because the other maids had exactly the same procedure only a few months before Mistress took ownership of me and they did all look the same. But somehow I thought mine might would be different and special. I also hoped it would be pretty. It was a long stuffy day again and we were all very hot in our tight fitting fully buttoned up uniforms and petticoats. Even though we all had breasts and ample cleavage now, and would be unbuttoned and bouncy for Master. Not loose but very well displayed the tight uplifting detail of the uniform, especially when you bent over Him to place His drink on the table. But during the day when were working we had to be buttoned up demurely.

I hurried on with my chores, not wanting, daring  to be seen to be swaddling, not wanting to be
punished on my first day back from hospital. The empty nothingness in my panties made me somehow more sexually excited but vulnerable and full of helpless trepidation & fright at displeasing Mistress or Master in any way at all.

The other maids could sense it too. They glanced at me knowingly, sympathetically, but totally accepting theirs and my  fate. We smiled and curtsied to each other as we worked. Waiting for Mistress and Master to come home again.