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
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 11th 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.
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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
“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.”
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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.
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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.
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