“Panties or chastity, whichever was first ?.” Master had laughed, His hand inside my panties fondling my bottom, the underside of my chastity.
Even though I and all of Mistress & Masters sissies are snipped we are still to refer to our locks as our chastity. It helps as if any assistance was needed to remind us of our inferiority. And that they are to pleased and we are to please them.
“It was panties Master.” I whispered.
“Oh and I’m sure you remember sissy, what colour were they sissy ?.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master they were glossy cream with pale pink shade, not quite pastel, Master.
Sissies are often kept pantied in these shades of colour until we are fully ‘pink pantied’ opened anally by a Man for His pleasure. There are various subtle effeminate shades to indicate our sissy virginity. The first pantied and usually locked in chastity, then oral with Mistress, then pegging by Mistress. Fellatio with Sir or Master, then opened anally for His enjoyment. After we are fully ‘pink pantied’ we wear light pastel pink panties and that usually indicates any of mistresses male guests can take us to our bedroom or the laundry room to fuck us. This seems rather formal to the maids but is really rather trivial to our superiors. Mistresses male guest usually know when we are available to them. In my case Mistress wanted only Her own lovers and Master, who is Miss’s partner to enjoy fellatio with me, until Master had first split me and opened me anally for His pleasure. After which I was fully available to any of Mistresses guests to enjoy. It was a busy and sticky few weeks after that, as most of Mistresses male friends wanted to sample the new maid, but it soon settled down. Mistress still regularly has guests in the afternoon for drinks and chat and they usually bring their boyfriends over. Having real Men in the house makes me feel very flustered and vulnerable, which Mistress enjoys.
Mistress seems to enjoy watching me on my knees with Her guests, but doesn’t usually care to watch them fuck me, but sometimes She might look in mid session occasionally, especially if She has a group of friends with their boyfriends over.
“Oh do hurry sissy, we need fresh drinks.” She might comment
Often husbands and long term boyfriends who are sissified are first put into panties by their wives.
Quite often as just a tease or game, but one that many more women are employing & enjoying these days. Chastity games might be introduced as part of the play, which can often lead to full effeminization and he becoming a permanent sissymaid. Mistress has told me there are a lot more women who are mildly interested in what used to be called role reversal, and men who think they are at first at least.
And there are societies and self help groups with expert legal assistance to help women who are interested to take control of their often unsatisfactory or adulterous husbands and lovers. And more or quite Importantly to take control of their assets too. A would be sissy can find himself well herself by then completely in financial thrall to his wife. She now ends up with everything if done right, which it nearly always is. And once done there is very little legal recourse and even less public sympathy, for the sissy. Men are easily led by their cocks and weak men even easier so.
I knew that a lot of the Ladies had started along the path to dominance because of dissatisfaction with their husbands and had sissified them, slowly at first but then very ruthlessly. Very often once sissy is fully feminized, snipped and most importantly sissies owner has tired of her, she will be discarded and sold to one of the hotels and clubs where sissy will serve the patrons intimately. Some might be sold to sissy brothels or pimps who rent sissies out for parties. Some lap dancing clubs have or have an agreement with owners to use sissies for their clients. Female prostitution is very much socially unacceptable these days. But obedient, submissive hyper feminine sissies are a seen as a bit of harmless fun, after all sissy wanted and deserved Her treatment.
The Ladies like to share & laugh at contrasting pictures of their sissies showing a falsely confident often arrogant self important husband. Often overweight, unfit, or typically overbearing, and lazy. And in that annoying way of over occupying space, & often thinking they are always the centre of attention. Then a sweet picture of sissy now properly reduced in both status & diminished in stature. The expensive hormones & treatments, usually paid for by him, indirectly of course as his wife no owns all of his former assets have worked their magic. Taking control of them as She took the keys to his chastity.
She now has a slim but comely feminine or effeminine figure and a pretty face. Nobody on this scene or generally wants any trace of former masculinity in a sissy. In the early days of the scene it was amusing for certain dominant Ladies to put their obviously masculine husbands in overly pretty petticoats and dresses, often still with beards our mustaches, as humiliation. But that niche soon went elsewhere as Mistresses decided they much preferred pretty maids to tend to their every domestic and intimate need. The treatments and hormones made that desire possible and accessible. And the Men on the scene, enjoyed having ultra femme sissies to perform submissive fellatio bend over obediently for anal, even to struggle with helpless futility for their additional enjoyment. And to thank Sir or Master afterwards.
Apropos for quite a few of the Men, apart from the obvious Sirs & Masters on the scene their desires are treated as secondary to the desires of the women. He is there for Her sexual enjoyment as are the sissies. He may fuck the sissies as much as He wants but She always comes first. If a sometimes happens She notices that He enjoys fucking the sissies more than having sex with Her. He will be spurned from the scene entirely. Or more fittingly enticed & reduced into chastity himself. As a spicy game for him at first until he, realizes he or s/he or very nearly she is trapped. Then s/he can enjoy all the fellatio and anal she wanted, just not in the way expected. After all most men are easily led by what is between their legs, and submissive men by what is locked between their legs.
Sissy has no personal space or privacy of her own, Master & Mistress occupy it as they see fit. Sissy will be standing meekly beside her Mistress or Master, obediently simpering in a constant vulnerable state of sex and fear. Even though he had thought that he was completely straight and hetero before chastity and feminization . Sissy will now ache with hot need to please all Men all the Sirs & especially Master, But also weak and trembling thinking about His huge choking cock between her glossy lips in her mouth & throat. Or enjoying her anally, splitting and spreading her tight bottom with His penetration. And the thick cum so difficult to swallow or clean from Her panties, when she is permitted to, that is. Always wanting to but terrified of being put over His lap for a spanking, usually gagged with her own panties.
And often in frightened misery, pressed down bent over a bench or table the tawse or crop in His hand behind her as she squirms under His stern discipline. Most sissies who were once unfaithful or unsatisfactory husbands & lovers, will strive to be satisfactory for their new owners and clients. Of course they are quite lovely and fuckable then and will earn their owners very good tips.
It is perfect and very satisfying to see sissies under strict male domination. And they serve their Mistress so much more lovingly and submissively. The housework, and the cunnilingus is so heavenly, now. One rarely needs the canes except when you want the canes.
And even sissies like me who were relatively inexperienced. Mistress likes me because I am a virgin, never having had proper sex, with a women before I was put in chastity, never even having masturbated to live porn. And other sissies who might have been not quite unfaithful but promiscuous like a lot of people are in their early 20s, before chastity. Are generally sought after as personal maids. Many women enjoy our innocent pliability and molding us for their exquisite pleasure. Of course they can enjoy that with former husbands too but there something fresh and sweet a virginal sissymaid. We soon lose our virginity in other ways, to Mistress & Sir. Mistress sometimes tells me that it would be nice to have sissies that had never been allowed masturbation at all but that is impractical. And in any case it is very enjoyable to deny us now that we have even if ever so briefly experienced that release, no matter how tiny.
And of course we remember with acute embarrassment, every time we wake up with a tiny damp splash in our panties, or feel the dampness after intimately serving Mistress or Master orally, sometimes just thinking about She or He. We never feel the leakage just the shaming dampness afterwards.
Mistress will tell us it is to remind us of all the times we wasted inappropriately touching our pathetic little things. When we should have been busy with or learning chores. Or making ourselves pretty for our future owners. She will often cane us for these sissy accidents, sometime just tease and humiliate us, or both depending on Her mood.
These feelings become even stronger and more uncontrollable after the chemical snip, or so I am told,
and the leakages do not stop although they are even more weak and impotent.
Even now with my tiny chastity and budding hormone induced breasts, they are mostly just swellings at the moment but enhanced by a push up bra. I and the other sissies feel so helpless with Master and the Sirs. Sometimes I will find myself clutching weakly to His arm, my manicured nails digging ever so slightly, but timidly. My eyes moist and pleading for His attention. Unable to help myself and unable to think how this happened touching Him without permission. He might indulge me and lift my eyes to His, or tell me
“Eyes down sissy.” He told me as He continued to casually fondle me.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied for Him.
“And once those tiny little shaved or waxed cherries of yours felt the glossy satin, did you know that was where you belonged sissy.”
“Yes Master, I did Master, they were waxed Master thank You Master.”
Mistress had insisted I was waxed all over and especially intimately. Shaving no matter how close leaves unfeminine shadows. In truth it was only moderately painful and it did feel lovely to be so smooth. And I remembered when my little cherries had felt the glossy satin for the first time and felt even smoother and even smaller. I did get very excited too but for some reason was still mainly soft.
Even now after the treatment and hormones, which leave us hairless and smooth, Mistress insists sissies wax every week. Real Ladies often have very soft invisible down, but sissies must be squeaky smooth. This lack of tactile hair can feel very odd, you feel numb but very sensitive at the same time, and also very warm and damp between your thighs and intimate places although you are completely clean and dry. It can be very embarrassing and distressing in a sweet vulnerable way, when Mistress and Master often pass comment about our tiny squidges and squelches as we mince about our chores. Needless to say they enjoy making us blush and squirm, and needless to say our chores must be performed perfectly despite our fright and fluster.
“And in chastity too shortly afterwards sissy ?.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
Mistress had noted my quite breathless excitement, tracing the outline of my semi flaccid cocklet through the satin panties, it had been excruciatingly arousing, almost unbearable. I remember desperately longing for Her to stop and to send me away so I could masturbate and masturbate over and over again. But She had obviously had better plans for me. She had snapped on a pair of cold black latex gloves and locked me expertly in my first chastity device. It was so very small and tight, and I knew I was trapped. And the tiny silicon cage would get much tinier and tinier just as soon as I started to used to swelling futilely against the smallness of the previous tube.
I remember
watching Mistress look at me in quizzical amusement, as my eyes followed the
key as She put it on Her necklace. She
had popped open an extra button Her shirt, to do so exposing Her lovely
cleavage for the key to nestle in. She later admitted She had done that on
purpose and it had made Her so wet that She nearly put me between Her thighs
right there. Instead She had sent me off
to some chores and masturbated. She wanted me to simmer in chastity for a week
or so before I was allowed to please Her orally.
“And now you can feel those moments every time you curtsy to me, cant you sissy.”
“Or that moment when your Mistress first enjoyed your tongue then dismissed you to wash Her panties. Or pegged you and send you hurrying back to your housework. Or caned you because you got a little too excited by Her excitement.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Or that moment after all the practicing on the dildo’s that you tasted my cock in your lips, and gagged
so sweetly on me, knowing that I wasn’t going to stop, despite your panic, that I knew better, and wanted to enjoy your gagging. And then gagging on my cum, waiting for permission to swallow while your Mistress, Miss and I looked down at you. And then when you swallowed and thanked me knowing you would not ever be allowed to enjoy what sissies are not allowed.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“When a real Man cums sissies swallow obediently, don’t they sissy?”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And gratefully to be allowed to please Him ?”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Or when I first slapped your bottom and spread those tight smooth cheeks of yours sissy, and you felt my cock splitting and penetrating you. And then felt me explode inside you, and you convulsed and moaned so helplessly. Then with sticky panties licking me clean and thanking me, bringing me a cold beer afterwards sissy, then being dismissed to your housework as you should be when a real Man has finished with you sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I glanced up momentarily, a sissy shamed and tears welling in my eyes, as a sissy should feel in the presence of a real man.
“Eyes down sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Or I suppose all those pathetic little occasions, when your Mistress and I give you a new uniform, or apron to wear, or a new baby doll, or panties. How sweet & pathetically grateful you are sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered
Knowing there were a thousand occasions just like those every day. As we performed our chores fervently and lovingly, knowing we will be caned or worse if they are not perfect. In constant sissy fluster and fright, and so terribly aroused and excited, wanting to explode with pleasure and cum, but knowing that we are not ever permitted but are to always want to give Mistress and Master that pleasure, whenever they desire.
Or in the evenings waiting to be allowed to toilet, quite desperately needing to pee all day. Only to be told that it is inconvenient tonight, or this no time. Only to watch Master and Mistress take all the time in the world relaxing or getting ready to go out. Or to be told it is more enjoyable and cute to watch us squirm so tenderly and gingerly. And we all just curtsy and say thank you sweetly, without even a murmur of protest. Totally cowed and dominated by our superiors, but so loving and attentive for them.
Master especially enjoyed telling us at the very last moment, when we were just about to toilet and to have our evening enema, which always felt so very hot at these times. Then Mistress would make a point of going to the toilet and having one of us attend Her to wipe Her dry with soft tissue. Or to enjoy peeing directly into our mouth. In a similar way Mistress liked to wear very short nightwear with no panties but sissies always had to wear tight glossy panties that matched our baby doll or teddy nightwear, slippery and shiny both inside and out.
Master liked us to squidge haplessly, hot and squirmy if He was going to fuck us and especially if He was going to sit one of us on His lap and impale us. Either facing Him or facing away, from him. Always in cuffs and gagged with her panties, or a pair of Mistresses sex or arousal soiled damp panties. And always totally under His command and control.
Of course it was only the sissy He intended to penetrate that needed to be so helplessly squirmy, but He liked the fact that all the other maids would be squirming helplessly in unison with the chosen maid. As desperate to please Him and desperate to cum for Him, but never allowed, as she was on His lap, on His manhood.
This was very similar to when it was Mistresses time of the month, all Her feminized sissies would be in sync with Her and would feel especially emotional vulnerable and overwrought, even more so than usual if you could imagine that being possible which it was. Mistress of course would just take a little pill to deal with any unwanted side effects but sissies were not allowed. Mistress would always be very horny at this time and would enjoy pegging us especially, and using the crop more frequently. We would be acutely more excited and very needy. The Sirs would enjoy coming round more frequently at these times too. Because sex is that much is more pleasurable, being served by a so horny submissive.
But this was all to come later when I am owned by Master & Miss, who would be my Mistress then. At present I am owned by Mistress but when Mistress goes away on business or pleasure, She sends me over to stay with Master & Miss, and their sissies. I am fully available for Masters sexual use and He does enjoy having me stay over for obvious reasons. But not for Miss, as domestic sissies are nearly always kept strictly monogamous for their female owners. Although Miss will enjoy masturbating in front of me or with me facing the wall, and have me wipe Her clean with Her discarded panties afterwards, and I am usually on pantie washing duties for Miss and the other sissies when I stay over, as a kindness Miss says because She knows I am missing Mistress so much.
Mistress on the other hand rarely masturbates, why should She when She has my tongue available at Her beck and call, She told me.
In fact when I first stayed over at Miss’s house and She had masturbated while I faced the wall, having brought Her an afternoon drink. She was very amused to see me looking extremely embarrassed, afterwards.
“Whatever is the matter sissy.” She laughed still basking and glowing from Her orgasm.
“Mistress says She doesn’t approve of masturbation, Miss, thank You Miss.” I had blurted and stammered also fearfully realizing expecting to be punished by Mistress when She found out.
“Oh don’t be silly sissy, She means that you are not allowed to masturbate sissy.”
“Oh, yes Miss,
thank You
“Whoever heard of such a ridiculous thing, She is a superior and your Mistress & can orgasm whenever and however She pleases.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Now come hear and fetch me a drink then you can clean me sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And after that you can fetch my crop for being so silly.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
Last night He had stayed over as Mistress and Miss had gone out together for the night, both wearing
the slinkiest and loveliest silk dresses I had ever seen. Both wearing no panties so as to show no pantie line through the dress. I had been ever so excited kissing their bottoms as they went out. And I think Master too because He spanked me even more soundly before His first drink and BJ.
And today this morning as usual I can hear the amusement the condescension in His voice, seeing me so excited. And feeling me so excited squirming at His hand in my panties
Knowing that
sissies often need the caress of a real
He might punish me, or slap my bottom and dismiss me, or very occasionally He might push me down to my knees so I can please Him. The other maids will hiss and seethe, calling me shameless hussy and slut under their breath, but each will wish desperately that it was She, instead of me..
In the night when a Sir or Master might spend the night, and even though sissy may have pleased Him several times already, that evening & night. She finds herself beside Him, often still in cuffs, and still desperately hot and needy. She always is of course kept in strict chastity. But she cant help herself and starts to kiss and suck Him while He sleeps. You so love and want Him to get hard, as if somehow you might be allowed to, as well, with your own pathetic tiny flaccid clitty. He will of course rouse, by His growing arousal, so to speak, but quite often not fully wake, when He gets hard and near orgasm, and after He cums, He drift back off sleepily, leaving you to swallow and squirm, squirming in fetid needy misery in the darkness beside Him. In the morning you will wake Him again in this intimate manner. It must be so enjoyable to be woken in this fashion, and so perfect a way to start the day for Him. And so appropriate for I the sissy, pleasing a real Man then hurry back to my chores is in chastity.
When Mistress & Miss is away for longer periods we might all be sent together to one of the hotels. Naturally when we are waitresses and chamber maids we are not allowed to linger gossiping as such as the service maids are always kept very busy, by the strict house Misses.
But in the morning as they are usually enjoying a sumptuous American or English style breakfast (fatty foods no being longer an issue these days) and the sissies all have a small cup of tea and small slice of dry toast, cut into triangles without crusts. The House Misses will come and sit with us. Teasing us and use auto conditioning triggers. That get us instantly ever so overexcited, just looking at all the very sexy and very dominant House Misses and getting helplessly aroused, but also at the other pretty maids in their glossy uniforms and swelling breasts, pretty bobbing mostly blonde heads. Thinking how wonderful and satisfying it would be to have one of the pretty maids kneeling before you sucking you and coming in her mouth in her face, then have her thank you and look up so fervently and awe desperately hoping she has pleased you. Then triggering the inevuitable switch that instantly brings you fully and overwhelmingly back to the realization that you are She, and it is you now desperate with need, and you will be pleasing Sir perfectly and looking up to Him with His thick, very sticky, very strong tasting morning load in your mouth hoping fervently that you have pleased Him sufficiently, other wise you will be punished, spanked or beaten as you will fully deserve to be.
This is not to be mean or cruel to us, although the House Misses are generally chosen with the criteria that they enjoy imposing strict discipline and humiliating sissies. But rather because the more excited we are the hotter our intimate service will be. Reflected in the tips sissies earn for the hotel and our owners to enjoy.
We might be spanked or sent for the crop or tawse for such interruptions in the night. In any case it will always be reported to Mistress who will punish us again for such sluttish behaviour, despite Her evident amusement.
Master does like to tease us, with our own helpless needs.
I remember one morning sat on His lap after He had finished His breakfast and I was permitted to swallow His cum, in three little gulps and then thank Him. I had been in tears because I was upset about His and Misses sissies alone in their house. Mistress and Miss had gone out overnight and He had chosen to come and stay over so He could fuck me all night. It was one of the first few nights I had spent alone with Him although I had been told that eventually Mistress would transfer my ‘employment’ or ownership to Him. I had been very upset because I knew Miss and Masters sissies would have spent the night locked in the little room, used for them, most likely in the horrid humbler which sometimes held all four of them and sometimes me when I stayed over.
But what about their housework in the morning how will they begin it and will they be punished if it isn’t all done, in time. Even though we were all very jealous and competitive with each other, and pleased when another maid was punished for something, or other. It was very unsettling and upsetting to think of a maid being punished for something she just couldn’t help. He had patted my bottom and laughingly told me not to worry my silly little head. They would all be busy with their chores right now. As for how, well that was all very technical and a sissy just wouldn’t be able understand such things. Not that a sissy should try to concern herself with these things either. Curiosity is unbecoming in sissy. I felt very inferior and patronized, the hormones kept us in a constant state of befuddled emotional fluster. But also comforted by His confident dominance too.
Besides which I and the other sissies would be punished whenever He or Mistress, or any other superior saw fit, whether we felt we deserved it or not.
“That is only correct and proper isn’t it sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I had whispered, wanting to curtsy but not having been given permission to get off His lap yet.
He looked down at me squirming.
“Are you a little sore & tender today sissy.”
“Yes Master, I am Master, thank You Master.”
“Yes Master, sissy is Master , thank You Master.” He said correcting me. Master and Mistress had started wanted us to refer to ourselves in the 3rd person whenever possible, as we were their property.
“Yes Master, sissy is Master , thank You Master.”
“That is better sissy, I wont punish you this time, I know you are pretty empty headed especially in the mornings.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“I did enjoy fucking your tight sweet ass last night sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I was quite sore He had impaled me on His lap once but also pushed me face down over the couch and then on the bed last night. As well as wanting fellatio several times while He watched TV. The sheets, my uniform and baby doll nightie were sticky with His cum waiting to hand washed in the laundry room.
“I will have to get you on the newest lube Miss and I will be getting for plugging and fucking our own maids.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“It makes you feel very tight I’m told.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“But also very slippery and enjoyable for me.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“I’m told the sissies do moan very helplessly & sweetly though.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“But what is more important my pleasure or a little discomfort for you sissy.”
“Always Your pleasure Master, thank You Master.”
“Your Mistress told me I could allow you to pee and adjust the girth of your plug as I saw fit last night and this morning sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“But it pleases me more to feel and see you squirm still.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And to know that you will be squirming all day busy with your housework sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And after all what is more important my enjoyment and pleasure or a little distress and squirming for you sissy.”
“Always Your pleasure Master, thank You Master.”
“That’s a good little maid.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
It is so sweet watching my own maids curtsy obediently, thanking me when I decide whether they will be allowed to toilet that evening, or to spend the night on all fours in the humbler, or anything else I or their Mistress decides pleases us. He mused.
“But I do need to use the toilet myself sissy, so you wait here like a good maid.” He said lifting me off His lap easily and pushing me to face the wall in curtsy cuffs.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
I’m not sure whether He left the door open on purpose or just didn’t care if I inevitably listened but He took His time peeing very loudly. A long manly and satisfying pee.
When He returned He slapped my bottom sharply and sat me on His lap again.
“You are very squelchy today sissy.” He laughed watching me wriggle and squidge on His lap.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“I definitely think the new lube would be most enjoyable, for me at least sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“& even though we had sex several times last evening, you still woke me in the middle of the night sissy.”
“Yes Master, i…sissy, is sorry Master, please forgive Your sissy Master, thank You Master.”
“I didn’t mind sissy, it was quite enjoyable, but I am going to have to inform your Mistress, about your slutty behaviour.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And let Her decide whether or not to send you for Her canes.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Or the crop perhaps sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“She might be just amused and lenient I suppose sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
I knew Mistress wouldn’t be, I would be sent for the canes at least. Both were very painful. The crop was very sharp and biting, in a thick very blunt and painful way though. Whereas Mistress favoured two canes, a thicker blunt rod for the first 6, then the thinner springier canes for a follow up 6 or 12 lashes. Sissies feared both terribly. Mistress often liked to use the springier crop for a quick beating, in the mornings or as foreplay for cunnilingus, if She so desired. Miss on the other hand generally favoured Her crop. A lot of Mistresses keep the either crop or the canes for more intimate discipline. Sirs or long term lovers were often given a thicker cane to use, or sometimes a tawse. A lot of Men favoured the thick leather paddles before fellatio, although a hard spanking was the most popular. Master never used the paddle, His wide and very hard palm was fearsome enough. Although He and Miss kept a softer, or rather more supple paddle for our exposed cherries in the humbler. He did use the crop or tawse for punishment though.
“And the next time you stay over sissy, I think you can also fetch the tawse.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered, frightened, I was clinging to Him, aroused too by His stern dominance.
“Tell me sissy, if I was to offer you a choice right now, of being allowed a little release, maybe once a month, or when you get too excited.”
“Or perhaps a milking once in awhile.”
“How long has it been now sissy.”
I couldn’t remember, it just felt like forever now. Though in actual fact it was still less than 2 years, I had completely lost track of time. He smiled indulgently at me knowing this already.
“I suppose that’s not really important sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
He paused watching the excitement rise in me. He had activated an auto conditioning trigger, that made me remember how it felt to be so very aroused and wanting, needing to masturbate so desperately but always taking forever to get home to some privacy, how intense that expectation of satisfaction and pleasure felt. And quite often by the time I finally did get home it was overdone and I just came prematurely and with a terribly disappointing leaky sensation. But it was triggered now and He knew it. He often liked to teaser His sissies that way. Sometimes it was foreplay, and other time s it was just prior to sending us back to our chores. Washing Mistress panties after cunnilingus brought this on especially too, as did washing any of Her intimate garments, but especially Her panties.
“Or you could choose to please me again with those eager glossy lips sissy.”
I looked up at Him I was agonized already
He didn’t need
to say it, it was perfectly implicit, that He might have only just fucked my
ass or my mouth, or one of the other sissy maids, or the sissies in His office.
Or had sex with
“Master sissy would choose to please You or Mistress always Master, thank You Master.”
He knew it too but He wanted to tease me. As He often returned to this theme. I was clutching to His arm now, my nails digging in slightly through His office shirt. I felt so weak and feeble, powerless though.
“And this is of course why you should and will never be given the choice sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“You will always try to please me and your superiors perfectly, wont you sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And be kept in locked chastity for my pleasure,”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“But is good to remind you of that sissy.”
I was so hot now. I could feel Him growing hard too.
“But you may get across my lap now sissy, I think you have gotten yourself rather hot and excited, and need a spanking to remind you who’s pleasure you are for sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
He had the cuffs ready already and expertly locked my wrists behind me, with barely any effort.
Mistress and Miss often tease me that sissies love a spanking from Master. Other wise why would we be so adoring and eager to please Him, and any of the Sirs, after He had reddened our bottoms. Looking up at Him with His cock in our glossy lips, eyes moist & shining with submissive desire for His pleasure. We must also love the cane too because we are so devoted and loving beneath Her skirt after corporal punishment. Mind you we are always so anxious and eager at our chores after a session with the cane. It is often observed that hearing another maid being punished has the same effect too.
Now I was fully over His lap I could feel how hard He was already. He peeled my panties down, I momentarily felt cool and exposed down there, then the spread of the jelly like heat of my excitement and fear.
“Please Master, keep sissy under Your perfect discipline Master.” I sobbed
He often made me beg and plead for leniency, then to be punished or disciplined strictly. After all didn’t I please Him more perfectly after a spanking. And didn’t I want to serve Him intimately and perfectly. Maybe I should fetch the tawse or the crop instead. But today I could feel He was already firm and I sensed already impatient.
He had told me that He wondered why sissies loved and begged to be spanked so much, even though they claimed otherwise. And it was true we did and we didn’t. We hated and feared the stinging pain His hand was so big and hard, and loved the fact that He chose to punish us in such an intimate way, that He chose to keep us under discipline, that we were pretty enough for Him to keep us so. And that He did enjoy spanking us, it was such a good release of any of the tensions of the day, seeing our pretty bottoms wriggling under His firm hand. Nearly as relaxing as when He filled our eager mouths with His cum, after a spanking.
“Please Mast….” He stuffed my sex soiled panties into my mouth to muffle my sobbing pleas.
They were never damp or sticky, unless He had already enjoyed my ass. But regardless they always tasted and stank of warm wet and slick with my needy shame. Not like Mistress panties which were always so sweetly warm and moist with Her wonderful arousal.
He drew back His hand and the first slap landed hard and loud, and I was sobbing now in pain and fright. He timed His blows so perfectly. Letting the sting from the first blow bloom and suffuse through my bottom. Then the next blow, and then the next perfectly timed too. I could never keep count as He covered my bottom and then the backs of my thighs with His firm hand.
When He had finished He ungagged me and pushed me to my knees between His open knees. Sometimes He liked to have me put my panties back on after a spanking, other times He had me clutch them in my still cuffed hands.
He opened His trousers and He was very intimidating and hard now. Master and the Sirs always seemed so very big and hard. I knew I wasn’t allowed to suck Him just yet, but to kiss Him sweetly along His shaft, to kiss and suck His huge swollen balls. Kissing and nibbling with my lips along the shaft and softly at His frenulum, until I felt and heard Him gasp with urgency. It didn’t take long this morning.
He moved my lips to His glans and slowly pushed my head down on Him, I was bobbing my head and squelching on my dildo plug, looking up at Him as His hot meaty taste overwhelmed my senses.
I seemed to be bobbing my head forever and then for just an instant before He splashed my mouth with His precum, very hot and unnaturally sweet tasting, like runny honey but still with humiliating slight taste of His urine.
“You may swallow sissy.”
“Thank You Master.”
I so loved to taste and swallow His precum, knowing that I was pleasing Him, a taste of His pleasure to come, or cum.
As soon as I had swallowed, He took a firm grip on my hair. I had a short sissy bob, platinum blond and in my usual maids satin and lace headpiece. Perfect for His hand to hold firmly. He pushed deep into my mouth. I spluttered and gagged not able to overcome my gag reflex quickly enough, He was always just so, so big and urgent. He didn’t care about my spluttering, it only made my fellatio that much more enjoyable for Him. As I struggled to suck Him and to swallow His shaft, pulling Him deeper inside me as I kept the suction tight, I was still squelching on my dildo and bobbing my head for Him. He usually took longer than some of the Sirs but was still very quick.
Exploding and filling my mouth then all over my face and my upper uniform. He like most Sirs came quite copiously. Obviously in reality He couldn’t cum that much but auto conditioning made it feel so overwhelming, so sticky and thick.
He pushed me back and watched me struggling not to choke as I waited desperately for permission to swallow.
He lit a cigarette and drank His coffee. I wasn’t allowed to look down or stop squelching up and down on my dildo until He allowed me to swallow.
“You may swallow sissy.”
“Yes Master, Thank You Master.” I gasped taking the first ever so thick gulp.
Looking up at Him in awe of His sticky potent pleasure, and so thankful to be permitted to taste and to swallow.
He nodded giving me permission to swallow again, then a third time, leaving my mouth still thick & sticky.
I’m also grateful just to be able to breath properly again. But I do love the very strong smell and taste of Him. But more the fact that He doesn’t care if its thick and sticky and difficult to swallow, I am for His pleasure.
“Eyes down sissy.”
“Yes Master, Thank You Master.”
I was usually only permitted to look up above my superiors belt line when I was pleasing Him sexually, or cleaning Him after sex.
Mistress liked me to look up if I was changing Her panties for Her, but only briefly.
He uncuffed me and tossed the cuff set to one side. “Remain kneeling and you may polish my shoes sissy.”
“Yes Master, Thank You Master.”
I started to buff & polish His shoes with my panties, while He sat above me, drinking His coffee and smoking whilst reading the news on His phone.
When He was satisfied with the buff on His shoes He allowed me to wipe my face and uniform with my panties before putting them back on.
“Yes Master, Thank You Master.”
I so wanted to
cling to Him again, or to sit in His lap, for Him to penetrate me, no matter
how it shamed
me. Or even another spanking or even if He sent me for the crop
or tawse, just to be in His presence for a little longer.
“And then hurry back to your housework maid.”
“Yes Master, Thank You Master.” I curtsied in tears.
Used, discarded and dismissed now.
“Sissy loves You Master, thank You Master.” I whispered.
He didn’t reply as He left.
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