Mistress and Miss afternoon Drinks and Teasing

 

Mistress had Miss as a guest for afternoon drinks. Unusually they were drinking red wine, Mistress usually prefers chilled white wine or a spritzer in the afternoon. But Miss had just come back from a long vacation in Europe and this was expensive Italian red wine. The tips Her sissies earned in the sissy hotel had paid for a couple of cases and some very nice underwear too. Of course neither Miss or Mistress needed the funds from these tips, nor did most dominant Ladies, but it was a nice treat. Luxury and classy decadence never go out of fashion, or at least not for long Mistress had told me.

Mistress had already had  a couple, of glasses of chilled white wine. But like most indulgent things that were formerly unhealthy, or that clashed. Chemical manipulation at the bio level rendered them harmless. In any case Mistress had popped a quick pep pill as Miss arrived, synthetic cocaine mixed with a tiny dash of ecstasy. Organic cocaine was also available, as was various regional flavours of hash, that Mistress & Her friends often enjoyed. Hand, but ready rolled of course, none of that fiddly mess of papers and cardboard.

Mistress often enjoyed a drink when She came home from work. More often than not in fact, especially if She wanted sex. Or was considering sending me for Her canes. Or both, sometimes a caning before cunnilingus or a pegging.  Sometimes it was wine, sometimes it was a whisky or another short.  In the early days of my service I was always very anxious if Mistress wanted a whisky when She came home, because in my silly anxiety I associated Her wanting a stronger drink with being punished.

“Don’t be  a silly sissy, I decide drink to enjoy relaxing with, depending on my mood. Just as I decide whether or not I want to discipline you sissy.” She had told me.

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss,” She always liked Miss in private, I curtsied.

“But you may run and fetch the canes anyway sissy, you have put me in the mood.”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.” I had gasped

“And do hurry sissy unless you would rather fetch my crop.”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.” I sobbed in fright

I heard Her chuckle satisfied behind me.

Mistress also liked a brandy or a liqueur after sex, while She relaxes in the afterglow of Her orgasm and

I was sent to hand wash Her panties.

The Sirs or Masters also like a whisky or similar after sex, also sometimes just a cold beer.

Today rather than facing the wall as usual. Mistress and Miss were feeling indulgent and wanted to enjoy chatting and teasing me,  so I was stood next to Miss’s chair. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt that was butter soft and a white sheer shirt. Mistress was wearing an equally lovely chocolate coloured A-line leather mini. She often liked to relax in pastel, or relaxed  colours. Both outfits were very lovely and I was aching a little just looking at them.

“Whatever is wrong with sissy today, She is looking so  flushed.” Miss asked knowing exactly why.

“Oh I came home slightly early today, I was feeling very horny at work and couldn’t wait to come home & peg my sweet little chastity maid.” Mistress replied.

“I might have been speeding a little too.” She said.

“Oh never mind, I’m any traffic cop would settle the ticket for a BJ from sissy.” Miss said.

“And I’m sure the car can handle it anyway.” She added slightly testily

Mistress had  a very expensive sports car, with a computerized safety system. Miss had  a sports car too, but not quite as flashy as Mistresses. I think Miss was slightly jealous but didn’t want to show it. Master Her lover had a very nice car too, so Miss was overdue a competitive upgrade.

“Or of He, or She is hot I could settle the ticket too.” Mistress replied

“True enough.” Miss smiled

“Oh and sissy followed up of course with her very skillful tongue.”

“As she should always.” Miss replied.

In fact though this was generally the case sometimes if Mistress wanted to enjoy a very vigorous pegging she might just immediately send me back to my chores afterwards. She sometimes liked to come into the laundry room or wherever ii happened to be busy with the strap on in place and give me an immediate pegging, then tell me to pull my panties up and get on with my housework. But usually She liked to follow a pegging with cunnilingus. I would fetch Her another refreshing drink, usually chilled white wine, and then often be given a hot spray of Her urine, in my mouth  to drink. Then kneeling again  under Her skirt, to lick Her to a multi climatic orgasm. Today had been no different.

“Oh and She has only just finished washing my panties and Her plug is still very full.”

“Oh you have been busy sissy, haven’t you.” Miss laughed patting my bottom     

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.” I curtsied

“Oh what a sweet little curtsy & squelch sissy, lets see it again and deeper.”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.” I curtsied again feeling very self conscious

“I do like the double curtsy on her.” Miss said to Mistress.

Miss had suggested this to Mistress, all Her sissies double curtsied it was the current fashion.

“Lets keep the plug on max, I do like to see a sissy squirm when she is serving.” Miss said.

“Yes quite.” Mistress replied

“If you were mine sissy, you would be hurrying for the strap on a lot sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Or my crop.”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.” I replied fearfully

“Or both sissy, would that be lovely sissy.” She paused. “For me at least.”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”

“You would be able to sit down properly or mince comfortably, for days sissy.” She laughed

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“But you would of course sit and perch properly and mince gracefully, wouldn’t you sissy ? Unless you wanted to run and fetch the crop again.”

“No Miss, sissy wouldn’t, Yes Miss, Sissy would,  thank you Miss.”

“What is  it for goodness sake sissy, would you sit and walk gracefully, or would you want to fetch the crop.”  Miss asked innocently.

“Yes Miss,  please Miss, sissy wants to always  sit and walk gracefully and prettily, thank You Miss.” I replied very flustered.

“And sissy ?” She asked.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss, sissy wouldn’t want to fetch the crop Miss.”

“Well thank goodness we have got that all decided sissy.” She said in mock exasperation.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“Although it would be my decision, whether you would be fetching the crop, wouldn’t it sissy.”

“Yes Miss, it would be Miss, thank You Miss”

Miss terrify me sometimes and She did love to tease and torment me terribly. She was quite a lot more experienced than my Mistress, and in fact Miss had helped Mistress select me and train me to be Her chastity maid. Mistress had a few older very experienced Lady friends who had kept and trained sissy maids for a long time. They had a way of talking and tone  that, was so sultry and sexy, but made  you feel so helplessly terrified of being found displeasing by them.

A lot of the older Mistresses had started with vanilla relationships and gradually feminized their

unwitting and unwilling husbands. Usually after a long period of sexual dissatisfaction on Her part, or unfaithfulness. Or sometimes just because She decided She wanted it. Infidelity it must be added was a line that he crossed at his peril, he would soon discover, when it was too late. After Her lawyers had taken or taken control of all his assets and She had put him in panties  and chastity, petticoating him as it used to be and sometimes is called still. For Her Part infidelity was just experimentation and Her due after putting up with an unsatisfying husband for so long. Often he will have been selfish and self important, boorish. But after She took the whip hand that quickly became self effacing and meek submission.

Not that Mistress wasn’t very strict and Miss too. But these older Ladies were so stern and dominating, I was trembling and quivering with weak knees every time She  even glanced in my direction never mind if She spoke to me. Mistress was always a little more strict with me at these times, but afterwards if She wanted oral service it did feel especially loving.

Some of these older couples had started on the road to chastity with the sissy being permitted the occasional release, if they had been well behaved. Often a ruined orgasm though, progressing to just an occasional milking. But then being coldly informed that sissies releases were no longer necessary or desirable on the dominants part. And after all sissy could perform her housework and intimate service perfectly satisfactorily without needing to be released. And if performance wasn’t satisfactory corporal punishment would make it so. A lots of these early sissies wore a Kali’s teeth device or had strategically painful spikes inside their chastity device. And a lot of theses older sissies if they hadn’t been gelded still did. It was very scary and horrid just thinking about it.

Mistress and Miss had experimented briefly with the spikes and Miss had locked me in such a device as well as Her own sissies when I stayed over. But they had both decided and, as was the general fashion, that is was better, for sissy just to be in strict chastity. And not to place too much if any emphasis on what would be kept locked.        

Mistress still did punish me severely if She noticed any undue inappropriate  swelling in my tiny cage when I was serving Her or Sir. And Miss too if She thought I was getting too excited when I was in Her house.

Mistress of course was developing Her own style and like Miss had a husky voice that could indicate

She was aroused or that She was displeased. The older Mistress also liked severe but sexy clothing like high gloss leather pencil skirts that I always associated with discipline, because Mistress like to wear that type of skirt if She was going to an important meeting or thinking about punishing me. Often She might send me just for springy thin crop, rather than the thicker rod and the thin cane. She often  gave me lashing with the springy cane, for some small displeasure, before leaving the house, just to relieve Her own tension. Or the hurry crop She often carried, whilst giving me my daily instructions or sometimes whilst  inspecting the house when She came home. I often received a sharp criss cross with the crop if Mistress thought I wasn’t paying attention or keeping up with Her as She strode about the house. It can be very difficult to keep up and mince prettily and gracefully, when you have the short 10” strap between your 6” platform maids booties, and your 12” dildo. A sharp stripe usually crossed with another will quickly correct that.  The hurry crop was less thuddy than Mistresses usual crop, or Her thicker cane rods. And was springier and slightly softer leather, though still very painful across the backs of your thighs. It was similar to the sharper hurry crops carried by the hotel house Misses who were so very skillful at using those horrid instrument of discipline,

Thwack, and a squeal of fright and pain , another thwack

“Are you listening now sissy.”

Or “pay attention sissy.”

Or “Do keep up sissy I do not have all day, to tell you how to do your housework properly.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress” I would curtsy and reply, tears in my eyes as my rear started to sting.

“We do not have time for your silly tears sissy, hurry, hurry.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

There was no need for Mistress to instruct me on my daily chores, as they were the same every day, except She liked to boss me around. Then She would sit down and have a leisurely coffee and cigarette before setting of for work.    

When I stayed over at Miss’s house She would often send me for the crop and Master too. But She did like to keep Her sissies under very strict discipline. Even so Her sissies were only punished every few days but She did have 4 sissies, 5 when I stayed over. So there was nearly always one sissy that had been punished each day, by Her or Master. And although it might not be you with your bottom and thighs stinging and smarting all day, in any case the emotional effect was the same on all of us we were all anxious and fervent in our desire to be pleasing and perfect in performing our housework.

Just the mere mention of punishment makes us sissies go  pale and numb with fright. And fetching the

whip and kissing the leather shaft of the crop, usually in cuffs and bent over the bench, you will be sobbing. Then after you have been punished or if Mistress decides, very rarely not to discipline you,  utterly grateful, struggling unsuccessfully to hold back my tears, sobbing, and gasping nearly choking with relief that is over. covering the whip or canes, that stern very physical symbol of authority over me.

Although we would never date be so vulgar and unfeminine. Mistress and Miss both say there is lovely aroma of sex and fear whenever they enter a room or pass through a room where we are busy at our chores. Even though there is no smell and no wet squidging we feel incredibly warm and damp between our legs, and frightfully chilly at the same time too. The delightful smell of sissy clean our superiors call it, when they come home to a sparkling, pristine house. As it always should be I might add.

Mistress and the superiors will very rarely offer comment or praise on our housework, they just expect it to be totally perfect at all times. If a comment is made it is usually to point out a tiny flaw or shortcoming, which may be punished there and then or maybe later but never forgotten.

We sissies do find it flattering and very fulfilling when and if Mistress shows any sign of pleasure in our chores, even if it a silent pat on the bottom. But again She and They should just expect perfection so there is no need to comment unless they are unsatisfied.

“More wine sissy.”  

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“So delightful to see you curtsy and squelch so eagerly sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“I did wonder when you were kissing my bottom, as I  arrived, you did seem especially fervent.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“Nearly  as lovingly as it is normally achingly submissive sissy, very appropriate for a chastity maid .”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“And I hope you hurried, as you minced from the laundry room sissy.”

“Yes Miss, I did Miss, thank You Miss”

“Such a lovely intimate chore hand washing your Mistresses panties after sex, isn’t it sissy.”

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

“Such a perfect humiliation, and I hope you curtsied each time and kissed them lovingly but respectfully in the most intimate spot.” 

“Yes Miss, I did Miss, I always do Miss, thank You Miss”

“A double curtsy sissy, before and afterwards sissy ?”

“Yes Miss, always Miss, thank You Miss”

The silk most intimate  garments had to hand washed in a small washing bowl, individually with luxury flakes, by fingertip.

First you, held the panties up in both hands then curtsied. Then you kissed the intimate spot, softly respectfully, just long enough for the intimate smell to infuse your nostrils. You may close your eyes and as you softly say  “Thank you Mistress.” With another curtsy before you carefully placed the panties into the warm water. Fingertip massaging and washing until clean. Then with another curtsy the panties are pegged up, with padded double pegs so there is no damage and they dry evenly. Then another curtsy and another “Thank you Mistress”

A change of water and you begin the process for the next pair, until they are all washed and hung up. Later you will iron each pantie  in turn, then scent and fold the panties before taking them up to Mistresses bedroom and packing them neatly in Her underwear drawer. With each stage you will curtsy and kiss the intimate garment, saying “Thank You Mistress.”

Mistress had demurred slightly in amusement when Miss first suggested that I should curtsy or rather double curtsy at each and every stage of washing Mistresses  panties and all Her clothing .

“Sissy will have no time for any of her other housework.” She said

“The crop or canes, as you prefer,  will hurry sissy along nicely .” Miss said

“Yes I suppose so.” Mistress had replied

“And you will enjoy that too.”

“Yes I suppose I will.” Mistress had laughed.       

Mistress enjoys sending you to wash Her panties immediately after sex, while She relaxes in the

afterglow of Her orgasm. After you have fetched Her a clean pair and a fresh drink of course. The ironing She generally likes you to do if She in the bedroom with one of off Her boyfriends and similarly She likes you to bring the freshly laundered lovelies into the bedroom. While they are relaxing after sex.

You can pack the drawer, then ask if you may serve them further. Usually cold drinks and Mistress will expect a fresh set of nightwear, and Sir clean boxers, or more often than not He will be naked. Freshly ironed sheets will be exchanged for the sex soiled,  passion soaked bedding and you will lick the pair clean maybe sucking a last vestige of cum from Sirs shaft. Before curtsying to each  and hurrying away until you are summoned by the little silver or ivory sissy bell again.

A sissy cant help but think longingly about Mistress lovely body as she performs this most intimate duty. Achingly seeing Mistresses soft sweet curves, Her hips and Her sweet bottom. And as such it is the perfect way to remind sissy of her place after she has pleased her owner and Mistress. Sissy will be even hotter for her Mistress and be even more especially attentive the next time the silver bell rings.

All Mistress underwear lingerie and nightwear,  all Her clothes must be hand washed individually, unless they require specialist cleaning. All the silk bed linen too. And all Sirs clothes must be washed in the manual hand washer, then ironed individually.

“Isn’t it lovely for you washing your Mistress panties lovingly after you have pleased Her and satisfied Her  so sweetly sissy.”

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

Mistress enjoys it too, She often comes down to the laundry room and smokes while sitting at the window & watching me. The window is open when She is there, it would be too smelly and  stuffy for Her otherwise. However the breeze is mostly blocked by Mistress sitting there. The window is kept firmly closed when it just me, the tiiny room rich with the humid moist air of Mistresses soiled intimate clothing.

“And isn’t it lovely kissing the fabric especially the intimate spot and thanking Her ?”

“Yes Miss, it is Miss very lovely, thank You Miss.”

“Knowing She is totally unobtainable for a sweet maid but a chastity sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Smelling the sweet aroma of your Mistresses arousal.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Oh look She is blushing so sweetly.” Mistress laughed

“You are so easy sissy.” Miss teased me.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“But tell me sissy can you smell and taste the difference when your Mistress has been aroused by the thought of pegging you, your lovingly obedient deft tongue, or when She has been thinking about a real Man.”

“I can’t Miss, sissy is so sorry Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Surely Her wetness is much stronger when She has been thinking about a real Man sissy,”

“I am sorry Miss, but I cant tell Miss thank You Miss.”

“Not to worry sissy, neither can my own sissies.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“And in any case its none of your business, is it sissy, if I am thinking about you, or one of my favourite film stars, or lover while you are between my thighs.”

“Yes Miss, no it isn’t Miss, thank You Miss”

“Nor, what I have been thinking about, is it sissy ?”

“Yes Miss, not at all Miss, thank You Miss”

“The only thing a sissy should think about is my pleasure.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“When she isn’t thinking about her chores.”

““Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“Not that such menial housework needs much thought, just attention to detail sissy,”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“But I think you will think about the different exquisite characteristics all the time now wont you sissy, will be a nice accompaniment to your little chores ?.”

It is often said that once a chastity sissy accepts her place in the household, every little chore no matter how much manual drudgery is involved. And there is always lots of that as sissies must most perform their chores by hand often on hands and knees. Labour saving devices are not necessary when you have a sissy maid. Every little task is performed lovingly, as foreplay to Mistresses or Masters sexual pleasure. As well as in a constant state of anxious equally sexual fright lest you be punished for the tiniest of oversights.  

“Yes Miss, I will Miss, thank You Miss.”

“My own sissies cant stop thinking, fantasizing  and chattering about  the subtle intimate distinction now.” Miss said to Mistress.

“Oh dear, and look at you blush sissy, all that talk of your Mistresses lovely dampness.”

Mistress laughed but I could tell from Her laugh She was a little aroused by the conversation too.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” 

“And such a sweet little curtsy sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“How is that new Man at the office Charlotte, do tell.” Miss asked, Mistresses name was Charlotte or Charlie, Charlotte when Miss was teasing Her for hot gossip.

“Oh He is coming along nicely Adele , every time He comes into my office He is at least semi erect now. Poor thing doesn’t know whether He is coming or going.”

Miss smiled

“But He is rather big so He will be cumming I think.” She paused and took a sip of Her drink “Maybe not Sir material though, but I think hunky enough for a brief dalliance.”

“If He wants that promotion or portfolio to work on ?.” Miss asked.

“Oh yes of course, I expect satisfaction on both counts.” Mistress said matter of factly.

“Speaking of which sissy, don’t you love washing your Mistress panties when there is  

A manfully thick  spurt of Her lovers left over?.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“It must be so exciting for you smelling & kissing the  creamy stains, and wondering who He is and how much He and your Mistress enjoyed their afternoon or evening.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And thinking wouldn’t it be wonderful to be Him for just one afternoon, sissy?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And then you curtsy and thank your Mistress, don’t you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, I do Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And thank Him of course too,”

“Yes Miss, I do Miss, thank You Miss.”

“What a lovely image for a chastity maid.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

In the mornings when Mistress has left for work, my first chore is washing Her silk nightwear and  equally erotic and sensual evening loungewear. Then the silk sheets which all must be washed and ironed every day. And if Mistress has had  a lover stay over, which is quite often. There will be sticky still wet patches on the sheets. Which always makes me ache and also to be in awe of how much a real Man cums. Even if He doesn’t much it always seems like an awful lot to a sissy.    

“And of course you always wash my panties when you stay over, don’t you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And all the shiny satin panties for my maids too, don’t you sissy.”

“Sometimes with the little overnight, I hesitate to say splash more of a tiny sissy leakage.” She said with an air of distaste.

She would as often just smile patronizingly and chide us, as She would punish us for the inadvertent

nocturnal discharge. You would often only feel the weak precum like discharge in your panties afterwards, never while it was happening. It was so tiny and pathetic, not even enough volume  to go through the fabric. It was often evident after performing oral sex and was very embarrassing when pointed out, even in front of the other maids, who also splashed involuntarily just as often as each other.     

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“The other maids are quite jealous, but it is my own special way of teasing you sissy, amongst other ways, and the effect on my pretty maids is as amusing as it is intended.”

When I had first started staying over Miss would expect me to bring all the panties from the babydoll set to Her for inspection in the mornings. And totally dependant on Her mood, anyone found with a sissy stain might be punished. But Miss soon got bored by that and instead would sometimes call me to bring the basket of panties to Her then summon the guilty sissy. Sometimes both the sissy and I would be punished together, over the bench side by side gagged with each other panties. Or I might be made to wait facing the wall, until Miss dismissed me after punishing the sissy. It was a very fraught, fretful task in the morning.

These intimate embarrassing discharges  still continued after the snip or gelding too. Mistress used to laugh that it was close to an orgasm as a sissy could ever hope for again. That and the wet patch to sleep in after the superior cums.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Miss would often call me into Her living room or bedroom to fetch Her a drink and attend on Her while She masturbates. Miss quite likes masturbating much more frequently than Mistress who nearly always prefers my tongue, or sex with Her lovers. I will be either standing by the side of the bed, or couch. Or maybe stood facing the wall in curtsy cuffs. In fact when I had first stayed over with Miss and Master I had been very fearful of what Mistress might say  & always embarrassed. Miss had clarified.

"Oh, she's saying that masturbation isn't acceptable or allowed for you, sissy, not for Her of course."

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“She and I can orgasm anyhow, and anytime we please,  sissy,”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I did enjoy you kissing my bottom when I arrived sissy, but then I always do.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“So enjoyable  to hear that hapless squelch on your plug as you kiss me so submissively sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“As you kiss respectfully what is wholly unobtainable for you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I did get a little aroused I must confess.” Miss said to Mistress. “I do love teasing sissies.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“It is so enjoyable, keeping you in chastity sissy.” Miss said patting my bottom

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

"Yes, and knowing that I can have as many orgasms and whenever I choose to  just makes me incredibly horny." "Well, mostly, whenever I guess," she said with a smile, then  after pausing. and grinning once more. "While maintaining your chastity sissy."

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress

 “And I just want it so much more, and feel I deserve so much more, is that selfish of me sissy.” Mistress said

“Yes Mistress, no it isn’t Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“And wanting a multiple climax each and every time, sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress”

“And keeping you in chastity so you are always submissive, attentive and so fervent to please me with your little tongue, sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress” I curtsied

“Oh look at her blush, could she get any more flushed.” Miss laughed patting my bottom again

Most Ladies did enjoy visiting their friends and having their respective maids curtsy and kiss their bottoms, knowing that sissy would be flustered and unable to help getting very excited. It was both flattering and arousing.

“And I could tell you were exited too sissy, kissing my lovely bottom.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Mistress, Miss and the other Ladies would tease me that the reason they had such desirable well shaped derrières was because of all the sex they enjoyed with their Manly lovers.

“Master will be over too after work, so you will get a little taste of my excitement sissy.”

Mistress liked to allow visiting guests to gag me with their moist warm panties if they wanted to fuck me or muffle my cries  when I was being spanked. In fact it was Miss who introduced Mistress to the idea.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Maybe when He puts you over His knee for a spanking, He doesn’t want to hear your whimpers and pleading does He sissy,”

“Yes Miss, no Master doesn’t, thank You Miss”

“As well as when He takes you upstairs sissy, although your little protests & moans are very sweet, they are best muffled and ignored aren’t they sissy.”

“Yes Miss, they are Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And then later you can wash my panties for me afterwards, wont that be a special treat for you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“He will be a little more horny that usual sissy. He had to leave for work early this morning, and I promised Him a visit over here as compensation for His busy day.”

“Oh I do hope you will do your very best to please Him sissy.” Mistress said sweetly.

“Yes Mistress, I will Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Sissy will be getting a good spanking too after I tell Him how excitable you were sissy,”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“But you nearly always need a good spanking don’t you sissy ?.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I gulped.

“Whether you like it or not sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Master did have such big hands and the palms did feel so flat and hard when He spanked me.  

“Just like you need a sound caning at times sissy, whether you like it or not,” Mistress added.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I replied feeling so powerless.

“Sissy go and put your pretty low cut uniform on for Master, you want Him to enjoy your lovely cleavage don’t you.” Mistress told me

For my daily chores, Mistress preference and instructions were that  that I wear uniforms with a pretty Peter Pan collar often lacy as well as glossy.  And that buttoned  up to my neck, at the rear. Despite being constrictive and stuffy, they looked lovely on my newly swelling breasts. However in male company I had to wear low cut uniforms that showed off my bouncing cleavage for the amusement of her male guests. When serving drinks, I always had to stoop prettily and lean over the men so they could see my breasts and fondle them, or my exposed bottom in the very short hemmed dress, if they so desired.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“And lots of lip gloss sissy, so He will be thinking  about a BJ, straight away &  almost as much as you are thinking about sucking Him sissy.”

“So your Mistress and I  can keep on chatting, while He is, or rather you are occupied with pleasing Him,  sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, Yes Miss,  thank You Mistress, Thank You Miss.”

When I returned downstairs in my low cut uniform, Miss looked at me with mock astonishment.

“My goodness, no wonder He was so happy when I told Him we would be coming over You are one of His favourite bimbo’s sissy.”

She always said something like this even though Her own sissies had equally comely heaving cleavages. Not massive but pert and swelling prettily.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss” I curtsied feeling flattered and even hotter, even though it was still supposed to be forced bi wasn’t it.

“Oh look at her squirming and squelching her plug.” Mistress laughed

“One of his favourites sextoys sissy.” She said over emphasizing the ‘one of’.”

Miss and Mistress both had this little trigger that made me think of a harem of absolutely gorgeous slave girls all aching and vying for my merest attention and to be chosen by me as their Master. I could see their squirming thighs and heaving breasts. Could feel the heat of and smell their arousal mixing with their lovely perfume, could see the whip on the wall if there were disobedient or displeasing. Then just as instantly I knew myself to be one of those slavegirls, but as a sissy. To be chosen by Mistress,  Master or the Sirs, utterly at their discretion and they were totally free  to choose me or from any of the sissies, or their lovers. And my soft flesh  would be tasting the whip if I was found in any way unsatisfactory. And furthermore I recognized without any reservation this was exactly as it should be.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss” I could feel the tears welling in my eyelids.

 “But for now stop jiggling and you may face the wall sissy.” Mistress told me

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“No wait,  hurry back to your housework, we can call you if we want you sissy.” She said holding the sissy bell.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“And we will keep your plug nice and big, so you feel penetrated and full serving Master, until He fills your Himself sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

I curtsied and hurried away anxiously, feeling very vulnerable already.

“Why do pretty chastity maids always  mince so prettily when we are expecting male company.” I heard Mistress laugh.

“Such a pathetic but hot little sextoy.” Miss laughed as I hurried away blushing furiously. Only to be called back a few minutes later to serve more wine, then be dismissed again.

 

    

 

 

 

      

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

               

 

 

         

  

 

 

 

  

  

Early Mornings for the Chastity Maid Chambermaids

 

It was early morning in the hotel and a selected few of the chamber maids were already awake and fully dressed, hurrying to wake the house Misses with an early light breakfast. Usually coffee and tasty freshly baked croissants. Fetching the food fresh from the kitchen then taking it to the nice airy rooms provided for the Misses, who stay on the overnight shift. The misses get overtime and double pay for the shifts where they need to sleep over. The sissy chambermaids naturally perform their chores and housework, domestic and intimate, as part of their expected duties & under strict discipline. She will  be fervent in her desire  in the mornings to be especially perfect. Knocking timidly once on the door and then  waiting quietly holding the full tray outside. The Misses can be impatient first thing and quick with the crop.   

Eventually there will be a murmur from inside the room.

“Come in sissy.” Or a sleepy half awake “Come in maid.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We will reply in a low voice, curtsying with one hand as we enter the room and curtsying again as we place the tray down.

Often the Misses will not want the freshly warmed croissants , maybe just coffee and a cigarette. At other times we might be sent to bring them a full breakfast, usually English or American style in bed. While they eat and drink coffee in bed we will clean tidy the room and fold up any stray clothes.

Its best to stay quietly busy at these times. Mostly the Misses will have been on the previous evening shifts and carried on socializing and drinking, when the last of the sissies have been dismissed and sent to bed.

The Sirs usually dismiss us, in the early after they have finished with us for the night. Very occasionally

He will keep you in the room and maybe His bed, for the night, but mostly after you have sucked and then licked Him clean you will be sent away. Left outside His room facing the wall until one of the Misses comes along to hurry you to bed with the other chambermaids.

The Misses will usually stay up about an hour longer after everything settles down, on the warm summer nights the Misses  like relax by swimming, often skinny dipping in the pool or at the private beach, sometimes smoking hash and  waiting for the dawn. One or two of the sissies will attend them, by the pool but not by the beach as that area is only for the superiors.

At the weekends,  when some of the Misses will have been out for the night, and are only starting their shifts the next morning. So rather than go home they will get taxi’s here and sleep in ready to start work the next day.

The rooms are especially messy, if this is the case and the Misses clubbing clothes are very sexy, and sometimes we get to wash the clothes for them, unless they prefer to take the laundry home for their own maids. All the Misses have their own sissy maids at home, it’s a prerogative of the dominant sex.

Sometimes the Misses might have brought a guest with them. And the room will have that waxy reek of sex. Although this isn’t encouraged,  bringing a boyfriend or girlfriend over, isn’t actively discouraged either. So Miss might have vanilla boy or lady friend in Her bed. The boys especially are often quite curious, never having much experience of sissies unless they are the entertainment for parties, stag and hen do’s. But never more intimate experience. The boys in particular either ask lots of silly questions, or will quite standoffish.

And the Misses are actually quite lovely and protective at these times.

“Do leave the little maid alone dear, let her get on with her house chores.” She might say patting our bottom.

 “After all I don’t want to have to punish her later if its not all done.” She might add.

Or realizing Her overnight partner is slightly uncomfortable, ask  mischievously.

“Would you like sissy to give you a nice BJ while I take a shower.” She might tease 

 

One morning when it was my turn Miss had 3 other ladies in bed with Her and the room positively reeked of sex. They all wanted full breakfasts in bed too, so I was kept very busy fetching and cleaning.

Butt Miss did allow me to dry Her with a towel after She showered as a reward an the other Ladies all said I had  a sweet curtsy.

Miss had offered them to hand wash and iron their underwear for them, while they relaxed. But they seemed a little taken aback by that, not being ready as yet. 

Sometimes the Ladies will go on to get involved with the lifestyle. It is becoming moderately popular with some professional and career mined ambitious younger women. And apparently, or so I’m told there are a lot of potential wiling sissies.

Some of the boyfriend too might get involved in the scene,  becoming Sirs or some might be secretly intrigued and gradually become feminized sissies too.

The Misses don’t really need to get up at this time butt they do like to supervise all the other sissy chamber maids getting ready. We will be allowed to toilet, first thing and a morning enema. Then wipe ourselves clean from the previous night intimate service, perfume all over and fresh panties and uniforms. We are allowed to shower and wax all over and intimately in the evenings. We don’t really need to wax as the treatments leave our bodies  hairless. But the Sirs & Misses like us to be squeaky and clean all over. Then make up hair and nails, before we are given our uniforms. The chambermaid uniforms are all pretty variants on the same French maid theme. Very short skirts, uplifted swelling cleavage, clingy   and tight wet look satin. Black and white with satin headpiece and apron. Unlike at home the maids booties are all creamy white. My Mistress prefers pastel pink at home. But our panties are always pale pink as is fitting. Sissies are in general not allowed strong coloured clothing, and it is mostly pastel or baby pink. But panties especially are usually a particular shade of pale pink indicating that we are fully open for the Sirs enjoyment.  

The uniforms are all slight variants on a theme. But nonetheless there is always lots of prissy fussy upset in the mornings as you never ever seem to get the pretty uniform you wanted and there is lots of jealousy and tearfulness. fussing in the mornings, lots of little sissy fists clenched in feeble futile pique. The Misses are often amused and encourage this petty rivalry, but then will suddenly decide that  it has too far. One or two maids will be bent over for a cropping, each gagged with her rivals panties. They have to kiss and make up afterwards and usually the Miss will see to it that the two maids work together or in close proximity to each other, for the rest of the day.

When we are all ready, which is very quickly the Misses who are getting up to have breakfast or just a morning snack will go into the canteen, they have their own table laid out  where a couple of the maids serve them breakfast and coffee, the rest of us will wait facing the wall, till its our turn to sit and eat.

The serving maids hurry back and forth between the canteen and the kitchen. The kitchen staff are all Ladies and mostly vanilla but they are used to sissies. They can be quite nice but also very quick and sharp  with us. And we always make sure we curtsy very respectfully whenever spoken to. The kitchen staff will report us to the Misses, for any misdemeanor, or perceived naughtiness.  And we will be soundly cropped, and then have to go to the kitchen and apologize in front of all the Ladies. The lady who reported us might. Tell us that it serves us right and it will teach us to behave better in future and to get on with our chores. It can be very embarrassing and humiliating in front of vanilla ladies.   

 If there are new members of the catering team they find our presence very amusing at first, but they

soon get used to it. There are often rude jokes about putting their own lazy husbands under lock and key, making them do the housework. Or saucy whispers about taking a new sex toy home to try with hubby, often meaning a soft whip but also a small strap on. The hubby might not appreciate or enjoy this at first, but it seems like the ladies increasingly do. A lot of ladies are enjoying a more assertive, dominant role with their partners and seemingly the more they taste the more they like.

 

The catering staff are all highly skilled chefs and other support staff are all highly qualified and paid professionals, nothing but the best for our guests. In the future Mistress says there might be specially trained cooks and places for other traditional female roles, all working under strict supervision of course. But for the present and foreseeable future sissies are best suited to menial traditional roles, rather than creative roles, like other than basic cooking performed by sissies. In the future trained sissies might be involved in designing pretty uniforms and nightwear to serve Sir in. Or manufacturing Ladies clothing & underwear, rather than just hand laundering it. In the future there might be sissy office juniors, to run around and perform basic office tasks, fetching drinks and files. Of course most of these tasks can be performed by automation these days but it might be  a pleasant office distraction to have pretty sissies mincing about eager to serve your every need.

This happens today as well, but that is more for training purposes, keeping a sissy in the office to fetch drinks and to sit on Sirs lap, or kneel under His desk  occasionally. The training so that  sissy quickly becomes accustomed to both female and male domination. A good spanking often followed by fellatio is a good way to release any office tensions. And the ladies enjoy having a  pretty sissy to boss around, tease and make blush. Some sissies in training might also be available for pegging and possibly for oral service too, but more often than not the sissies female sponsor in training, or potential owner will be keeping the sissies intimate service loving for Herself and Herself alone. Serving the Sirs or Masters doesn’t usually count.

After serving breakfast and cleaning everything away the sissies are allowed to sit at the servants benches. All perched prettily & upright on the thin hard benches. Designed amusingly to make the sissies feel they are impaled on their dildo butt plugs. Each sissy has a slice of dry toast, in triangles and without crusts. Plus a little cup of very milky sweet tea for breakfast. The sissies will be allowed a little light chatter, as they sit and eat daintily. Watched over by the Misses. The chatter is quite salacious but respectful and innocent too. Usually about serving one of the guests in the night and how strict and demanding He was, or they were. The sissies are expected to be thankful and appreciative at all times.

When they are finished eating the sissies will all be lined up and allocated duties for the day, but the first duty is always tidying and cleaning the hotel, before the guests stir. Another duty will be to polish the shoes left outside the rooms. The sissies in pairs together one shoe each, as performing this chore with another maid makes it feel more menial and submissive. We are allowed to chatter & giggle quietly while we work, often about waking Sir with fellatio later, and we will squirm jealously wondering who get to wake Sir. Although all the maids usually get to wake at least one of the guests and often 2 or 3 in the mornings.

It is a fitting way for a sticky faced maid to start her day, pleasing Sir and then hurrying back to her chores. Anything before the superiors wake is considered not to be the start of the day, only their time is deemed significant.

While we are being assigned tasks the Misses will prep and tease us with auto conditioning triggers. With a couple of key words or phrases we will suddenly get very excited, even more erotically excited than the often flustered highly charged excitement we feel when we see our own Mistress, or the House Mistress, or the House Misses. For that matter most women who are totally unattainable to sissies. And by ourselves and all the other pretty sissies in our highly glossy uniforms. And in shame serving & being dominated by the Masters and Sirs, even though we daren’t admit we love this even to ourselves. But especially by the thought of having one of the sissies serving you. Having her, looking up so eagerly and obediently, as she sucks your cock. Attentive and so desperate to please you perfectly. Feeling yourself almost ready to burst, as you were before chastity, even though it was often premature and ruined by your over excitement, and usually only through masturbation. But then just as suddenly with another key phrase, you are instantly reminded that it will be you on your knees before Sir, sucking him and wanting only to please him perfectly with your tongue and lips. Hoping to be found satisfactory and not to be punished or sent to be punished. And how wonderful that is to be kept in chastity so you can please Sir perfectly.

We will all be squirming and blushing with hot shame now.

“Settle down maids.” We will be told

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We will all curtsy and reply together.

The curtsy and squelch on our dildo’s making our desperate need feel even damper and hotter.

“You have lots of chores to do before waking our guests, don’t you maids.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Hurry along then.” We will be told usually emphasized by a loud crack or snap of the crop on Misses

shoes, or if She wishes on the backs of one our legs.

The poor maid will have to curtsy and thank Miss again before hurrying along. We are always less than  sympathetic. After all she must have deserved it, for dallying, and frequently it will be you yelping or squealing in pain and shock. Shamed and hurrying fearfully to your chores with all the other maids gloating as you get what you so justly deserve.

I remember one morning when I was still very new and it was my first time at the hotel. Not that it ever gets to be any easier or different, in fact each time you feel even more emotional and vulnerable and so very desperate to please. Being stopped by the sudden strike of the crop, a cross double lash across my thighs. Miss had told to me stop and grasp hold of my ankles. I had obeyed very frightened, this was the instant punishment position.

“Why are you mincing so slowly and not very prettily sissy.”

“Yes Miss, sissy is sorry Miss, thank You Miss.” There are no excuses permitted for sissies

“Are you a little tender down there today sissy, you are moving so gingerly ?.” She asked teasing and cajoling  me in with Her concern.

“Yes Miss, I am Miss, thank You Miss.”

“It is pretty watching you mince so evidently, well used sissy,  but also not appropriate sissy.”

“Yes Miss, no Miss, sissy is sorry Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Ankles sissy!.” I was told

“Yes Miss,  thank You Miss.” I sobbed

The ankles position is so terrifying and you dare not break it. Sometimes a Miss will tell you ‘Ankles!’ just to tell you off, then if you are very, very lucky, and She is feeling very, very lenient,. She will dismiss you. But this is very rare if you are told ‘Ankles!’ you can expect at least 6 of the best, plus one extra usually for emphasis. And as I said you dare not break position. One time a maid had squealed in pain, as the crop had criss crossed over the previous swelling weal and allowed Her position to change, I cant recall now if She had straitened slightly or slipped forwards slightly but it meant Her punishment was repeated and doubled. And the poor maid had slipped again at the 11^th stroke and then had her punishment repeated for a second time. It was horrible to listen to her misery and the squeals of pain  as the  leather crop struck sharply on her thighs. We were all so grateful  it wasn’t us and were very fearful that whole week. Although the whips do feel like they are leaving a very painful welt or a weal, all that remains visible after the punishment or discipline has finished is an area that is  reddened or pink & inflamed for a short while. The puffiness soon fades, so the superior can enjoy spanking you again. 

Sometimes also a maid may be told ankles and be made wait clutching & holding the crop between  her quivering exposed buttocks until the Miss returns to punish Her at Her leisure. She dare not let the crop slip or drop, and seeing Her buttocks quivering is very enticing.  The male guests find this very amusing and sometimes will take a maid into one of the rooms for a quick fuck then return her to wait for her cropping. If a maid is found like this with sticky panties She will have Her punishment doubled for slutty inappropriate behaviour. Even though on this and all other occasions it will noted down on the tips ledger earning the hotel and the maids owner extra.      

The previous night a group of men had wanted a single sissy for a party in one of the rooms. I had begged prettily as always to serve, we all had to beg prettily, unless we wanted to be punished, and had been chosen. The Miss had hooded me in the tight fitting blindfold bag. A close fitting totally closed bag that buckled closed under my chin. Pantie gagged with another maids already sticky panties rather than cock gagged, the Sirs enjoy hearing my muffled moans and feeble protestations as they spread and split my bottom. Then taken into the room, where they were waiting for me. They were all so very big but then all the Sirs always felt very big, in your mouth or in your ass.

After they had satisfied themselves fucking me, I had fetched drinks & cleaned each of them and

performed fellatio in turn, while they relaxed joking,  laughing and drank. Although I was always to look up when cleaning Sir with my tongue or pleasuring Him. On these occasions,  a special  auto conditioning trigger made His face totally unrecognizable. So I wouldn’t know who had enjoyed fucking me and all the next day and beyond, &  when I was serving the guests I would always be wondering if He was one of them. Of course this might happen a few times in the week, or even sometimes a couple of times an afternoon or evening. There is also a small curtained off room, where sissies can kneel and clean Sir through a sort of glory hole, without being able to see Him at all but you can hear the Sirs talking and laughing. This being unable to identify who might have bent you over and penetrated you makes you feel even more vulnerable and obedient. And hence enhance my service and further enhance the Sirs enjoyment.

I must have pleased them especially well with my tongue though, because after I had swallowed the last sticky load they had hooded me again and bent me over again. Then after they had dismissed me the house Miss had hurried me to the maids quarters still sticky and soiled till the next morning. She had been kind though only hurrying me a couple of times with the hurry crop.

“Well surely that is a lovely way for a sissy to feel. Knowing you have pleased all those Real Men.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And I hope you thanked them all sissy.”

“Yes Miss, I did Miss, thank You Miss.”

“That’s all very good sissy, I think we shall keep your little plug on maximum today sissy, as a little reminder, wont that be lovely sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And I think extra tightening lube, to keep you extra nice and tight and slippery for the Men sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered

The dildo plug was always kept at near maximum at the hotel, and the lubes did make you feel so impossibly tight already, but the auto suggestion always made it feel that much more so, as soon as that was said. You felt like at any moment you might burst on the huge engorged phallus.

“And I think you can join the other maids in the panty laundry this morning.”

Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“That will be a perfect treat for you sissy hand washing all those lovely panties, belonging all those sexy  unattainable ladies, with the other chastity maids.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And you might get a visitor or two as the morning goes on sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I replied apprehensively, almost a whisper as I clenched and squelched on my dildo.

Every morning at least one of the guests comes in to fuck one of the maids in the laundry while the other maids continue working. The Misses usually come in to drink coffee on their breaks and watch. It was part of the mornings entertainment.

What the sissies only half realized or suspected, was that the guests would choose which maids they wanted in the laundry room Not all the guests were that horny after their morning wake up BJ but some were. So if you were selected for the pantie laundry you were very likely to have a visitor, even though He would make humiliating show of inspecting all the maids and having them beg prettily to be chosen. And some of the maids were just there to perform laundry duties but you never knew. So you would always be very anxious and helplessly aroused too. As iif you were going to be allowed to cum or to enjoy fucking one of the maids which you never were.

I always seemed to spend my mornings in the pantie laundry, or at least so I felt. But the other maids said they felt the same. If you were chosen for a special visit, afterwards you might, more often than not,  get called up to the lounge to serve other guests orally. Fellatio from a freshly fucked sissy is very enjoyable or so I’m told. Mistress always says my cunnilingus is always so much better after a pegging too. But She hasn’t always got the inclination to penetrate me. A caning for  a minor infraction, imagined or otherwise works just as well, She has told me.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Isn’t that a lovely little squelch sissy, I can tell you are already looking forward to pleasing the guests aren’t you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I felt so very vulnerable |& exposed now.

“But for now I think I have been rather lenient sissy, so hold those ankles nice and  tightly sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whimpered in misery.

She casually lifted the back of my dress up allowing it to fall further down over my back. The hem was

already very high and as soon as you bent over your panties were fully exposed. But the Misses  enjoyed lifting it and exposing us further. In some of our little slave girl fantasies a slave might have her skirt or dress pulled forward over her face blindfolding her. But our maids dresses were far too short for that purpose.

Miss lowered my panties slightly, exposing my bottom and the tender tops of my thighs.

“After all this is for your own good sissy, you do want to please the guests perfectly don’t you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I had sobbed.

“Good girl.” She told me and stuffed another pair of soiled maids panties into my mouth. Before giving me six stinging lashes across my buttocks and the rear of my upper thighs.

I had covered the crop with fervent kisses afterwards.

“Thank You for being so strict with me Miss.” I had sobbed in between kisses.

But felt so pathetic because I had truly  meant it too.

 “No need to thank me sissy, it was my pleasure.”

And the other maids might tease and snigger with derision at me, but I had heard each of them kissing the whip too.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

The Misses  are partially chosen on their taste or delectation for keeping sissies under strict discipline. Not necessarily for punishing us but for that rather exciting mixture of sternness and amusement. But the Misses do often enjoy the physical aspects of corporal punishment too.

This employment for the Misses who are mostly in their early to mid twenties, like most new sissies like me,  is seen as a good way to enable newcomers to the scene to earn a good living while becoming established and familiar with the scene. They will usually have a sissy of their own at home, sometimes even a submissive girlfriend. Incidentally although it is also slightly taboo, only women may keep a female submissive in this scene. However for the majority they will have a sissy at home and they will be learning & refining techniques and methods, for feminizing and keeping sissies obedient and subordinate  as they progress. Growing more confident & dominant,  feeding into the scene and growing mutually.

Some of the Misses were older too and they were very dominant and scary, but also unbelievable sexy, nearly as hot as Mistress kept you but totally unattainable. The closest you might get is facing the wall while She masturbated, and washing Her panties for Her. But the younger Misses were so hot too. You didn’t know where to look, so it was just as well sissies were supposed to keep our eyes lowered below our superiors belts, which didn’t help in any way either.

The dominant Ladies on this scene and some Ladies in general now have re-embraced their sexuality now and enjoy wearing sexy figure hugging clothing. Even professional outfits will be very closely tailored, gloss leather skirts,  or dresses, maybe jackets, sheer or very sheer low cut silk blouses and tops with hints of revealed vet exclusive lingerie. Bare legs are preferred for comfort but if stockings are worn it is with a hint of suspender or garter. Comfortable but high heeled boots or shoes, or chunky but sexy footwear. And evening and clubwear are even more incredibly  sensuous and sexy.  And the Ladies enjoy acting in a very suggestive and provocative way.

In a reverse to when Men would control women and a womans sexuality,  shame calling Her a hussy, while at the same time exploiting the  mans position of power over Her for their sexual desires. Some women now enjoy teasing and exciting Men. And if they dare to respond She decides whether She wants to report or shame Him for unprofessional conduct, or if He takes Her fancy She might respond favourably. Or He embarrasses very easily in a pleasing way some women, might decide to cajole him into chastity. Or if he is taken or married, tell his wife, or even his boyfriend  and leave a few not so subtle hints about chastity and panties.                                    

“Hurry along to your chores now sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I had curtsied

Kneeling with the other maid, she seemed quite smug that I had been punished and was not at all sympathetic.

“You obviously deserved to be punished.” She half scolded me, but then clutched my hand and kissed me, as we are supposed to do. She was frightened & pathetically grateful that she hadn’t been punished. This was the intention of public punishment as all the maids feel more vulnerable and desperately obedient in the aftermath. The Misses say you can also taste the sense of fright in the air. It is a delicious sense of sex and fear, as least for our superiors.

 I kissed her back. And started to polish the shoes with Her. Polishing it lovingly with a pair of panties as if you were massaging a big leather cock

“I hope that will make you suck Master sweetly when you wake Him later sissy.” She told me.

“Yes I hope so too.” I whispered my head swimming with close up images, sensations  and tastes of Masters cock.

She looked up at me and I saw Her squeeze her bottom around her plug. I didn’t hear it but I felt Her squidge, or was that my own bottom squelching.  We both blushed and giggled.

“I love sucking Masters cock.” She suddenly exclaimed emotionally as if it was in any way news.

“I know you do slut.” I whispered

“You love swallowing too, and saying thank You Master, with your sticky face.” She shot back

“I hope our Masters will be pleased with both of us this morning.” I replied, pathetically hoping that my Master would be more pleased with me than hers.  

I heard the footsteps of one of the Misses from behind, coming down the hallway.

“Work quietly little sextoys and hurry  up with your chores.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We both said together frightened even though Miss had sounded more amused than stern.

She was heading back towards the Misses rooms, to catch up on an at least an hour so of  sleep, before we, the sissies  began waking the guests for breakfast.

I watched Her bottom as She walked away from us She was wearing a rather lovely pair of trendy matt leather shorts. I so wanted to kiss Her bottom, and was missing my own Mistress so much. And it was only just about the beginning of my stay here.

The thing was although this was one of my first few stays here after Mistress had put me into chastity

and brought me into Her domestic service, and intimate service. I was  a sissy maid so kept in strict domesticity, not even allowed to look out of the windows when I was cleaning them , let alone step outside the door. Kept in strict enforced domesticity and chastity. Except when Mistress went away on business or on vacation. She would go away twice per year for around a month. And I would be sent to work in the hotel. If She was away for only a couple of days She might have one of Her friends stay over to supervise me. Or more often I would go and stay with Her best friend Miss,  and Her own sissies and Her boyfriend who was Master. He was my Master because He had first opened my mouth and then later my ass for his intimate enjoyment. And Mistress and Miss had decided He should be my Master too. If Mistress had  along term lover who stayed over regularly I would call Him Master too. And sissies who had been gelded were expected to call all Men they served sexually Master rather than Sir. It was something to look forward to as well as my swelling bobbing  cleavage, which was an expected side result of the strong hormones, used for the chemical snip. In fact it could also be said if a Mistress wanted Her sissy too grow breasts the hormone treatment inevitably also led to chemical permanent chastity.

But even though I would stay at the hotel on quite a few extended occasions you always felt very emotional and vulnerable, throughout each time, as if it was your very first stay. And even though the Misses were very strict you did feel comforted by that strictness, although not when you were bent over for the crop. They were very lovely too in a patronizing superior way, and they did allow you to kiss their bottoms and thank them sometimes. And you always did your very best to please the Sirs and Masters to earn good tips for the Misses, the Hotels Mistress and your own Mistress to share.

The other sissy saw that my eyes were welling with tears and held my hand softly at first, ten clutching tightly for a second. She was on the verge of tears too. We kissed on the lips as we were expected to do. Sissies were very infrequently or never allowed to kiss superiors on the lips, our mouths were for intimate service. Although Mistress would sometimes kiss my forehead and sometimes my cheek fondly if She was feeling affectionate. But sissies always had to kiss each other fully on the lips and if we were standing curtsy to each other. If two or more sissies were walking together we were expected to hold hands and synch our steps together prettily and  gracefully.

This enforced pathetic girly femininity felt very awkward and fake at first. But as it sunk in and you knew you had no other choice and it was as irreversible as it was escapable. It felt very natural and comforting but also sill very weak and pathetic. Like mid 1900’s ladies fainting because their corsets were too tight but, but never daring to wear a looser corset because the effect  was so dreadfully graceful. And of course it might displease her husband.

We kissed and hugged each other, pressing our budding breasts together, we were both in the early stages, she slightly swelling more  than I was. Then got back tour polishing. I looked at Her again and saw the swelling of Her growing breasts under Her very glossy uniform. And I wondered how wonderful it would be to have Her waking me with Her soft hot welcoming lips. Then looked down and saw my own highly glossed uniform and wanted so much to please Sir this morning. She glanced up at me, I could tell She felt the same.

Most if not all of the Sirs would have been drinking last night and their cum would be very thick and strong tasting in the mornings. But they didn’t care about that, and why should they. And the fact that they didn’t care made us want to please them perfectly and fervently so.

I looked at the other maid she was squidging un and down on her dildo. I remembered the other night

when a couple of the House Misses were relaxing by the pool and I was attending and serving, having being dismissed, with sticky panties by Sir who had taken me to His room.

A couple of the Misses had just arrived fresh from a night out so I think it was later than I thought. They were snorting lines of cocaine rather than popping pills. The younger Misses still like the powder especially organic rather than synthetic coke. They were all wearing lovely clubwear sexy latex skirts and leggings too. They were talking about a pegging party a couple of them had been  to recently. Pegging parties are relatively rare because most Mistresses prefer to keep their sissies for themselves. But there are still a few older sissies, with the treatments they look in their twenties just as young and pretty, and with the same desires too, strictly locked up though. Or new sissies who are being trained, and especially those sissies who have lured into chastity & feminized by vengeful cheated or jilted girlfriends.

There was  a new seating, if you can describe the arrangement a such. Stools without a seating platform  but with very long massively thick dildos, that the sissies could be penetrated and impaled on arranged in a line, waiting their turn. The women could observe and  choose from the waiting sissies who had numbers around their necks, while they were waiting at the bar. The sissies were all gagged with their own removed plugs, unless the plugs had the new attachment that made the phallus feel like it had a huge pair of balls attached, which were considered a little vulgar & visually unattractive. In that case the sissies  were gagged with thick long 12” cock gags. Some of the sissies were gagged with ring gags, gags that kept your lips wide open, with exaggerated lips, similar looking devices were sometimes used to keep a sissies bottom as lubed and as open as possible for fucking or pegging. The stools such as they were at least 15” to 20” long, and the sissies were kept cuffed for the evening so the only way they could stop themselves slipping doo deeply onto the huge silicon cocks was to try to clench tightly around the shaft. But the shafts were very slick with lube so the best sissies could achieve was to squirm and squelch twisting haplessly on the pole, moaning and gasping haplessly into their gags. The pole dancing, although there was often pole dancing too, was a pleasing effect for the Mistresses. And they often came over to observe more closely and tease the sissies before it was their turn in the stocks.

Generally the sissies were put into the stocks facing the wall, so they couldn’t see behind them, and either legs close together for a pleasurable tight feeling or spread widely apart with a spreader bar, for easy access equally enjoyable access. The evenings were very popular for the above mentioned reasons and the sissies would be lined up in the stocks and well used by groups of Ladies until they were all satisfied. Then the sissy would be put back on her seat waiting for their invitable next time. The evenings went on for quite some time and the sissies were often pegged around 30 times. At the end of the night the remaining ladies would have sissies perform cunnilingus while they sat around socializing and drinking, until the sissies owners took them home.

The sissies would struggle to work prettily the next day, or week, feeling very tender. But they always did unless they wanted to be cropped.

The new lubes made sissies feel even tighter and enjoyable for both Mistress and Sir. And the new larger plugs which were completely dry but suffused  with estrogen and super silicon, felt at the same time massively thick and also impossibly slippery. You couldn’t stop thinking about for even a couple of seconds all day.

The Misses had been laughing about one trend that was a short lived fad where the plugs, cock gags and

stools were not realistic but very exaggerated, but were very smooth and stylized, and quite massive and smooth. The girth made sissies feel like they were splitting even more so than usual, and was the only part of the fad which was retained as it had a pleasing submissive effect.

“After all give the poor little things something to try to hold onto.”  One of the Misses had laughed giving my bottom  a playful squeeze and slap.

“There were some new sissies, there too.” One of the Misses said.

“Not so new now.” The other grinned

“Don’t worry it might be your turn one day sissy.” She told me.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I had whimpered

“And I for one would love to peg that pretty ass, and make you moan like you do for the Sirs, maybe even hotter.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And just think how tight the updated lubes will make you feel by then sissy and slippery, like a hot toast knife through butter sissy, for me at least sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I had whimpered again.

 Now looking at my fellow maid squidging and squelching in rhythm to her polishing the shoe She was holding, her little breasts were jiggling under the tight glossy uniform. I could see her penetrated and impaled on one of the ‘stools’ or kneeling, or standing face forward in the pegging stocks. And I could see myself next to her.

And I was polishing dutifully too, clutching the guest shoe and polishing it submissively & lovingly like it was the guests swollen cock. I could already taste his thick cum and feel myself half chocking on its thick sticky consistency already, and  I knew she could too. I ached and wondered  how fantastic it must feel to see Her eager obedient face looking up at you as you spurt your pleasure between her lips into Her face and pretty décolletage. Into my face, filling my sputtering lips.    

But what a little bimbo she was, I thought. What a little bimbo I was, we both were. I thought and how we deserved our chastity and strict discipline.

As we continued to work quietly now. It wasn’t proper for maids to chatter even in whispers while the guests were sleeping. I could hear or more accurately feel myself squidging on my engorged plug, feel my tiny soft clitty swelling helplessly in my even tinier chastity, I wasn’t yet snipped by this point. Even after the snip you always still feel helplessly locked, virtually and emotionally,  even more so in fact. Could hear my soft little pants of excitement. And could hear hers, just as clearly as she could hear mine, and down the corridor the sounds of other maids polishing shoes, or hurrying about their cleaning, and other menial chores.

I so wanted to see her over a Masters knee, being spanked. Yes a Master a slut like her wanted a Master
not a Sir. The distinction was rather vague, but she deserved stricter treatment. But as I got myself even more excited I knew I needed, wanted to be spanked too, even though it was horrid and totally humiliating.

We glanced up at each other then quickly down again, both shamed and excited by our helpless feelings. Dreading and longing for it to be time to wake the guests.