I knocked quietly on the door and waited obediently. The Misses always kept me waiting for a few minutes at the door. Whether I was holding a loaded heavy silver serving tray, perhaps a crop to be punished with, something else, or just empty handed, sissies must always breathlessly rush to serve, then wait patiently. The tray was rather full this morning and the coffee smelt delicious, and the small breakfast pastries and biscuits looked and smelt equally delicious, perfectly arranged on the plate in a pretty pattern.
“You may enter, sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I entered the room.
The aroma of nicotine & cigarettes was intoxicating, I so missed smoking, but as with coffee and breakfast pastries this was not allowed for chastity sissies and chambermaids, we had to always watch our effeminate figures.
Two of the house Misses were sitting in their lounge area, waiting.
I held the heavy tray in one hand and holding the hem of my uniform with the other curtsied, then
switched sides and curtsied again, to each of the Ladies in turn.
“Ah there you are sissy, finally.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Must you keep us waiting all morning, do hurry up maid.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I blurted out flustered.
“Do you want to join your fellow maids on the bench.”
“Yes Miss, no
Miss, thank You
I saw the other Miss smile with amused satisfaction at the high pitch of anxiety in my squeaky voice.
“Put the tray, down and wait facing the wall, maid.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I hurried to obey quickly & gracefully.
At the back of the room, just out of range of the intelligent AC that followed the superiors around, and out of the breeze from the opened patio windows. Two maids were bent over, and strapped down over or onto the provided leather padded bench waiting to be punished. Some of the rooms have stocks but this room has a padded bench. The maids were in cuffs and strapped down facing the wall. Each was bare bottomed, gagged with the others intimately filthy panties. In actual fact these were kept scrupulously immaculate and fresh smelling,
unless we were sticky pantied from sex. However the auto suggestion made us constantly feel hot & moist with sex and fear. It kept us vulnerable and compliant in a constant state of empty headed fluster that so pleased the Male guests.
Each maid was holding a sissy crop clutching the whip blade precariously between their bare bottom cheeks. The well worn, very worn, leather was slippery and difficult to hold securely which added to their already considerable fluster and fright. Effeminate sissies bottoms and curves although nicely soft and well shaped, are not quite as full and rounded as real Women are. So they found it
difficult to keep the crop upright and steady. But neither dared drop the horrid leather implement, as they waited and squirmed in fright. More horrid was trying to still hold the crop, whilst waiting listening to the loud swish of the whip through the air and its crack on vulnerable creamy flesh, and the squeal of pain and fear, while you waited beside the maid knowing that you will be next.
The Misses and Mistress say they enjoy that sense of dominance and power, and our powerless fright, as much as the discipline itself. Seeing us like this can make them rather wet. Mistress tells me that often when She sends me for the canes or crops it makes Her so hotly aroused, that She must be very determined to continue with the punishment, which just makes the punishment that much fiercer.
The hurry crops used by the Misses are not quite as fearsome as Mistresses own crop being sharp and springy, rather than thick and rather dreadfully blunt. Mistress had introduced the crop after my milking, and had first used the crop to encourage my performance during my fellatio training. It goes without saying that I quickly learned to suck like a good sissy. Mistress still used the crop sparingly, but capriciously whenever She sees fit.
Its use dramatically increases during Her/our special time of the month although medication mitigates
any unpleasant effects for Her. She is always more intensely sexual, and so am I, being synced with Her I am but not permitted any release or medical alleviation. So I am always increasingly horny & flustered, & She will also use the crop more, than the canes.
But even though the hurry crops are different the Misses are still very experienced in maximal delivery with the crop. In fact some Mistresses attend seminars with the Misses to learn new techniques. Mistress is rather scornful of that though, as if She needed lessons in how to punish Her sissy, She says.
Our bottoms are quite well rounded and soft but obviously more boyish with less padding. The real Men like this as do our Mistresses for pegging our cute tight little asses. But for punishment it is much more painful. The crops and canes sting and smart so much, on our bottoms and the tender tops of our thighs, even being spanked by Master is extremely distressing, after that
first blow hits your bare bottom. So well exposed and vulnerable over His knees, with your skirt help back, although the very short uniforms do not need much if any holding back at all when we are bent over. Of course the whips and canes are designed for pain rather than marking as is the dreadful tawse that Masters sometimes prefer to use for punishment and their open palmed hands. A lot of the pain and sexually charged fear of this is also auto suggested but that doesn’t make you feel any less vulnerable and anxious to be obedient and pleasing. There is also the embarrassment and distress in realizing that despite the obvious pain, that it is sexually charged and arousing too which only adds to humiliation of being subject to this type of corporal punishment by your superiors.
Adding to this was the fact that the Misses often liked to sit on the same leather padded benches you were pushed face down on for punishment, or your superiors pleasure, often in very short mini skirts, and if you are bent over the bench face down you fancied you could smell the Misses lovely and often excited intimate scent, you couldn’t of course as everything had to be kept buffed and highly polished at all times, but you thought you could and very redolent too Another variant on this was being bent over and held face down in one the Misses
laps, while the other caned you. And you could very often smell their stirring arousal in this position.
And of course I did not want to be over the bench for punishment. But I had been frequently in the same position as they were.
I heard one of the ladies stand up and swish Her crop in the air. She made a point of brushing closely past me, Her heels were very loud on the floor, but She was also taking Her time.
Then She stopped and there was the horrible swish and equally horrid thwack, a muffled squeal of pain and misery from the maid. Then another and another, in quick but also very deliberate precise succession. The other maid beside her was sobbing in fright into her gag, nearly as loudly as the sobbing of pain and fear for the next stroke.
The second maid was then similarly punished, and the Miss once again strode past me, very close, brushing my bottom as She passed.
“You may serve coffee now sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I blurted in fright again
She smiled.
“And you had best hope, for your sake that the coffee has not gone tepid, sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” Thankfully I knew that the coffee pots were well insulated, but that
wouldn’t stop Miss deciding it was not the correct temperature if She decided it wasn’t.
The two maids had been with me and 3 other maids in the laundry room washing the female guest panties. There was always a lot of panties to be hand laundered and ironed. It was very appropriate for sissies to be tasked in the morning with washing the female patrons panties, especially after waking the male guests with fellatio. For most sissies intimate service was permitted only for the male guests. As you curtsied to each pair of panties and washed them you imagined the Master you had just woke, and She having sex the previous night. And She removed Her panties to have sex, or He might remove them for Her. But She removed Her panties for you, so you could wash them for Her. She would say disdainfully but with a great deal of sexually charged satisfaction, Mistress often like to say this too, even though She often, or you removed Her panties so She could enjoy your submissive cunnilingus.
Their pile of panties had been hand laundered individually then ironed lightly scented and folded to perfection, but the Misses had not been satisfied, so they all had to be done again and the 2 maids punished. They had been too busy squelching and squirming with frightened excitement, as another maid was pushed down on Her pile if intimacies and anally enjoyed by one of the Masters, besides them. Instead of looking down and hurrying on with their own tasks.
One of the seams on the delicate lace panties had been partially ironed over in the wrong direction. The
other maid had seen the mistake and had told the Miss, supervising us, in truth there isn’t much supervising as they mostly sit in the window area, where we are not allowed except to serve the superiors coffee, as they relax chatting and smoking. Sissies are encouraged to be tell tales on each other but then the tittle tattle nearly always get the same punishment too.
“Please Miss, that seam isn’t ironed properly Miss, thank You Miss.”
The superior had to look closely to even see the fault, She made a point of putting on a pair of spectacles to look, in much the same was as She might put on Her spectacles to inspect our chastity.
“Is this acceptable maid ?.” She demanded of the maid responsible.
“No Miss, Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” The maid stuttered.
“How disrespectful and discourteous to your superiors.”
“Yes Miss, please Miss this maid did not intend it to be so Miss, this maid is sorry Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And you sissy.” She said turning to the tell tale “Why did you not tell your fellow maid, & help Her to correct her silly mistake, at the time, rather than bothering your superiors with your petty tittle tattle.”
“Yes Miss, please Miss this maid is sorry Miss, thank You Miss.”
“You will both be punished for such disobedience and naughtiness.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” They both curtsied and replied in misery and dismay.
“Both of you go and wait outside the Misses lounge, facing the wall, in silence.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“And hold hands while you mince.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“The rest of you continue with your chores, unless you wish to join your sisters.”
“Yes Miss, no
Miss thank You
This had reminded me of Mistresses new pleated shirts. She Had bought a few lovely sheer blouse, to wear for work. The whole blouse was pleated with very thin 5mm pleats from top to bottom. The effect was stunning as although you could catch a glimpse of Mistresses lacey bra beneath the sheer fabric, sometimes She also went with an undercut cupped braless effect, the pleats always made such glances tantalizingly brief.
The first time I had ironed the blouse I had missed a couple of the pleats which were not perfectly straight. Mistress had sent me for the canes. I received 6 with the thick rod then 12 with the thinner cane. Then Mistress had sat smoking watching me iron Her blouse again
“Have you learned your lesson now sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I had sobbed.
“Don’t you see sissy how important and appropriate it is for the canes to be painful for you.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“So that you will quickly learn your lesson and learn not to repeat any such naughty behaviour.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“Which is also why I chose my canes, and also my crop carefully sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
The position was chosen carefully too. Always bent double at the waist, skirt up, panties lowered slightly or removed completely and used as a gag. Although Mistress nearly always liked to gag me with Her own warm moist panties for punishment or pegging. In cuffs or curtsy cuffed (made to hold the hem of my dress). This wouldn’t work for the crop incidentally as it was just too painful, nor for pegging as it was just too intense without being locked in the cuffs. Sometimes holding my
ankles tightly, which the house Misses preferred. But the position was nearly always bottom in the air exposed and vulnerable. Frightened and humiliated waiting for punishment.
“You may follow me upstairs to the lounge sissy and serve coffee sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“Then you may return to your housework maid.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I whispered hotly and disappointed.
I knew She was aroused and often, but not always She wanted cunnilingus after punishing me. I could smell Her waxy arousal, but She was choosing to wait as was always Her prerogative.
“I think I may order a couple more of these shirts and maybe a skirt or two, now that you can iron them to my satisfaction.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“The boys and the Men in the office do seem to appreciated them.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I curtsied
“Hurry, hurry back to your chores now maid.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I had sobbed
And the Men do enjoy interrupting us in the morning for sex in the laundry rooms, they tip extra for this of course. And although we sissies did not realize this they do also select or choose who was going to be in the laundry room the next morning, although quite it can be a random on the spur of the moment visit too. I spend a lot of my mornings in the laundry room. I also didn’t realize this but My Mistress had selected
this option for me, not just because She would earn extra tips from my use, but also because it amused Her, We often had lots of male visitors at home, either on their own or boyfriends of Ladies who were visiting Mistress. And Mistress said it was like foreplay for Her watching me perform fellatio and being led away to my own laundry room, or bedroom for anal, foreplay for Her of course and She would often want cunnilingus or a visit from Her own boyfriend afterwards.
“Just think how hot and eager your little tongue will be for me after I return from my vacation sissy.” She told me, I was always that much more lovingly eager to perform orally after penetration or a pegging. And moreover She knew it very well. After a few weeks at the hotel I would be so very needy to please Her.
This wasn’t my first time at the hotels, far from it as Mistress liked to take a couple of long vacations per year as well as attend important professional conferences which were often meant a week away for Her. She often like to tease me when She returned, knowing how needy I would be to be with Her and attend to Her in any way at all not just intimately. She might ignore or
disregard me, as was Her right to do so and leave me to my chores, even though I knew She was just as eager to have me under Her skirt, as I was to please Her or just to be with and attend Her for a few precious moments. Or at other times She might immediately have me kneel to please Her. It was entirely Her prerogative. After Her first multi orgasm, She would keep me kneeling between Her damp thighs, kissing Her softly adoringly, and tell me about Her vacation.
Well certain aspects of Her holiday at least. She always went on very exotic adventurous holidays to fantastic places. And there was always lots of quite rugged Men, who were eager for uncomplicated holiday sex. Or lots of what you might describe as amateur gigolos or lotharios who were financing their own holidays with their good looks and prowess, mainly for fine dining & a bed for a couple of nights. Mistress didn’t mind as long as they performed well and were good mannered, liberated and especially dominant Ladies no longer feel the need to endure boorish men. Mistress and I were both young and She was enjoying being very sexually active. So Mistress would tell me all about Her holiday lovers in explicit detail, but also how much She looked forward to
enjoying my tongue when She came home. On occasion She might find a potential sissy or a sissy to be, on Her travels and enjoy initiating and dominating the sissy, and enjoying Her oral sex and pegging the sissy, possibly for her very first time. But this was rare, but still made me feel incredibly jealous, much more so than Her normal lovers. She of course knew this of course so would tease me about any such dalliances.
She might tell me a little detail about the rest of Her vacation but that was usually to tell Her friends about rather than Her maid. She might leave me under the hem of Her skirt or nightwear, while She chatted to Her friends on Her phone, so I would hear the details. Or She might send me back to my housework. But often She would usually want oral service again. And I could expect a very vigorous
passionate pegging as well as a caning or two over the next couple of days, so She could sate Her urges and settle back into Her lifestyle. And even though the canings were very painful it was comforting to be back under Her strict control as always. I would squirm in my chastity or virtual chastity now so haplessly when separated from Her.
Anyways in my wishful longings I am straying from the story. I am so sorry curtsy.
In the mornings in the laundry There was always such a large pile of panties to wash, very intimately soiled and smelly. This was auto conditioning too as most were very lightly & slightly used. In fact if we examined the very lovely intimate garments without the element of sexual excitement and humiliation, we might suspect that some women even rinsed them out before sending them for us to wash. But nonetheless we always found them moist and smelly, slick with intimate smells from Ladies most of whom we would rarely ever meet & who we would never even be permitted intimacy,
not even with our tongues. That was because as well as the guests underwear and other laundry to clean, the hotel also provided an exclusive laundry service to wealthy clients, who paid handsomely for the decadent pleasure of having their underwear individually hand washed by sissy maids, even if they were otherwise mainly vanilla, but interested.
I served the two seated Ladies coffee, although it was still before noon one of the Misses had Hers Irished with a dash of whisky. Fortunately the coffee was satisfactory. They were both smoking, but just normal cigarettes this morning, often they would smoke cannabis cigarettes in the evenings while they relaxed. They casually observed me as I straightened up and curtsied again, smoothing down my apron. With the cool stern very intimating look of women used to supervising and disciplining sissies. The highly glossed wet look satin uniform was very short and the hem only just covered my chastity lock, my fingertips still paused ever so slightly at the barely noticeable bump.
I and the other sissy chambermaids were all chemically snipped now and the very tiny pink silicon lock, was really just symbolic, even though it was always fully locked, also it held the long urethral tube in place, which meant I could only pee with permission, not that I would dare to pee without permission if it wasn’t in place. And that when I did toilet it was a rather unsatisfying damp leaking sensation, sitting down of course, not the gushing release that a real Man would feel. I did still get what might be called imaginary swellings but my little nub, which was only a tiny protruding button, was always flaccid. Though again it did feel like it was swelling and straining on the lock, and sometimes Mistresses used sharp silicon spikes inside the tiny cap.
The other Miss smiled as my fingertips touched, felt rather the tiny bulge chastity lock, through my apron and dress I squirmed and blushed. She patted my bottom.
“I do so like
these very short uniforms.” She said to the other
The uniforms were very short, or high cut, as full in length as a short baby doll with a high bodice, and
always an apron. My pale pink satin panties were always visible even before I started moving, and leaning and leaning over, bending at the waist to serve. Most of the chambermaid uniforms were low cut to show off our budding breasts, when we leaned over to serve the Masters. And breast massage as prelude to fellatio was very popular with the Masters, as was cumming in our faces and over our swelling cleavage. Although the hormones didn’t make us very big, as most Mistresses found that to be slightly vulgar, in sissies. The tight uniforms and push up bra made us look invitingly buxom and comely for the Masters. At home Mistress usually kept my uniform tightly buttoned up, on the rear to a peter pan collar but here serving the male guests we were on buxom display.
Mistress also did not like Her guests blowing in my face or over my cleavage or uniform, Master should cum fully in my mouth, or I would be punished. Which of course made some of the Master pull out and spurt in my face anyway. Some because they didn’t care and enjoyed it, others because it pleased them knowing I would be fetching Mistresses canes later.
The uniforms were specially selected to fit, as although sissies were all around the same height at under 5’4 (the treatments ensure this) we can be slightly different shapes longer legged and so on. The uniforms are specially selected to be as short and cute as possible. Also the mainly black, highly glossed wet look satin has subtle differences in detail, the lace or chiffon overlays aprons and headpieces all contribute to the look. We are not permitted to choose our uniforms, the Misses decide this each morning.
“And their bottoms do look very sweet when they bend over for the crop.” The other Miss laughed. “Jiggling or is it quaking with fright ?”
“I don’t think it matters and the Masters say it looks very inviting.”
“Well they always do, don’t they thinking with their cocks as usual, just like these pathetic sissies always thinking about their chastity.”
Both women laughed.
I wait very quietly, very effacingly attending the 2 Misses as they enjoy their morning coffee. Fingertips
holding the hem of my dress prettily in the curtsy cuffs position. Equally quietly and frightened are the two maids behind the seated Ladies, the two maids in cuffs, strapped down over the rack squirming and wriggling very quietly as their bottoms continued to sting and smart from their first beating, hoping desperately for no more. Their bottoms were quite pink almost scarlet, I was so glad I wasn’t them.
The other Miss finished Her coffee and got up to leave. She stood behind the maids swishing Her crop but just brushing the sissies trembling behinds, they shuddered and visibly paled with fright each time the whip passed close. The Miss wasn’t too concerned about their distress or discomfort, as She chatted to Her friend.
“Oh well, I must be getting on now or those maids will be dallying, and we cant have that now can we ?,” She said to them and to me.
Their reply was muffled by the panties stuffed into their mouths but I hurriedly curtsied & blurted.
“No, Miss, Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She hadn’t expected a reply, although we must always curtsy and reply. She turned and left the room.
“Face the wall sissy.” The other Miss told me.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
Behind me I heard Her stand up again and go to the other two maids, She gave them another six each. I felt most sorry for the second maid who was sobbing besides herself with fright, listening to the other maid squeals and sobs, waiting for her turn. Would it be me next ?.
“More coffee sissy.” I was told
The other two were unbound & ungagged now and kneeling in front of Miss kissing Her whip together.
“We are sorry Miss for being so naughty and disobedient Miss.”
She just continued to watch them crying and kissing the crop
“Thank you Miss
for punishing us and being so strict with us
More silence from Miss.
“So we can be the very best chastity maids we can be Miss & serve the best we can Miss.”
“Yes be quiet now, enough pathetic groveling.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“I think if you are so keen on the guests cocks, I have a special treat for you both.”
She meant the stocks and the hood. There was a small room set aside where a couple or sometimes more maids might be locked in stocks and hooded in rather tight leather bag hoods, for the day. Any of the guests could and did come into the room to enjoy the maids anally. There would be cock gagged, although another popular variant was the partial hood, with a large O ring gag so the maid could be enjoyed orally too, sometimes together for spitroasting. Although the lubes meant there was no tearing or damage, you did soon feel very tender and sore, and for the next day or so too. Having to be very careful to walk prettily and not wince.
You would also feel especially humiliated as afterwards when you were released you served the guests normally you wondered if the Master you were fetching a drink for, or sucking His cock, had been one of the many guest who had enjoyed you earlier.
The maids wouldn’t be told who had enjoyed them, and even the maids who knelt behind the leather screens cleaning the Masters through, I suppose inverted glory holes wouldn’t know who they were cleaning, as they kissed, licked and swallowed, telling the Men how big and manly they were.
Another variant on this is a maid being hooded and taken to the chambers, by a group of Men, but just for them to gang bang. Before being sent back to a maids general duties.
And also sometimes the Mistresses like to have occasional pegging parties, in the hotels. These are not
so common as most Mistresses prefer to keep a sissies Female to s/hemale sex strictly for Her own enjoyment. But some sissies are shared for pegging parties. And because these are rare or infrequent events, they are very popular and can also be very competitive and boisterous. Sissy will be very tender afterward especially if after the Mistresses have finished their lovers also enjoy the sissies. Fellatio is especially good immediately afterwards Mistress has told me. And there are some events where the sissies is fully available to the Ladies and the cunnilingus is heavenly too, so Mistress teases me, knowing this makes me very jealous.
“Yes Miss, thank You
They curtsied and were dismissed, on this occasion they were not permitted to kiss Misses bottom as they had not deserved it. Sometimes maids must kiss each buttock in turn beside the other mid then swapping sides, but not today.
I could smell Miss was very excited though as She twisted round on the couch turning to me. She lifted Her skirt and peeled off Her panties, tossing them to the floor.
“Do pick them up sissy and take of them for me.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
I hurriedly bent down and picked up the discarded black silk briefs. They were quite damp almost dripping even.
“I do find disciplining naughty chambermaids very satisfying.” She smiled
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Put them over there sissy.” She said indicating the small basket like tray on the side table, there were a couple of pairs already waiting there. “And face to wall again sissy, curtsy cuffs.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
Behind me I heard unmistakable wet sloppy sounds and gasps, which slowed to hot but regular panting. I kept my nose and my chastity tube pressed to the wall as the panting quickened and slowed before quickening again in a steady but frantic pattern. She was gasping again now and moaning. She climaxed but kept rubbing herself wetly gasping until a second, third and the last orgasm sounded very powerful. The room was full of the overwhelming waxy smell of Her pleasure.
She lit a cigarette “Is there any coffee left sissy ?.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
I quickly checked the pot and filled Her cup, there was only nearly just enough. I glanced at Her, trembling.
“Oh never mind sissy, do stop shaking dear.” She said indulgently patting my bottom “Top me up with that sissy.” She said indicating the bottle of whisky liqueur.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
She popped open a small container and spooned up a small amount of coke to Her nose.
“Oh that’s so much better.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“You do look so cute when you are anxious sissy, so winsome.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“You may clean & dry me now sissy, and the couch.” She said indicating the slightly damp smear on the leather.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I squeaked rather too high pitched.
She smiled watching me fetch the small silk towels and kneeling in front of Her. I was not allowed to
lick or kiss Her clean of course. As She was not my owner. Only with the soft towels and the bowl of scented water. I kept my eyes in Hers as I performed this so near intimate service. Mistress always insisted I look up at Her if I am changing Her panties or kissing Her thighs, and the Masters always expected you to look up until you were allowed to swallow. Then you must lower your gaze to below the superiors belt or waistline immediately.
Her skin was very soft and smooth, but She was still rather wet so it took me a little longer than usual, and the coach was slicker than it looked too.
“I do hope you are not getting a little excited down there sissy.”
“No Miss, Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“We might have needed the small teeth if you were not already snipped sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Oh look at you shuddering.” She laughed patting my bottom again, “I do love the teeth, they are so good for training some new sissies, so enjoyable too.”
I think She meant sissies who had once been cheating unfaithful, or just unsatisfactory partners. But the thought of those horrible sharp teeth was just as dreadful.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“For me at lease sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“But as I was saying I do find disciplining naughty chambermaids very satisfying.” She smiled returning to Her earlier theme.
The Misses do enjoy chatting and teasing us while they relax, and one of the Misses had explained to
me that one of the criterion for selecting the Misses is that they not enjoy causing pain for its own sake but enjoy maintaining very strict discipline. Corporal punishment is a given for sissies, the pain is incidental but a necessity. Also although there are very strict rules to be followed the Misses guests and any superiors can change the rules whenever they see fit.
Also the being made to bend over, with your bottom jutting out exposed and panties lowered, to receive humiliating and painful punishment, is very sexually charged. & is an important element of keeping us totally vulnerable and submissive. You dare not demur in even the tiniest way or maintain any dignity, bent over, with your panties down, or better still stuffed into your mouth.
All the Misses are part of the overall Femdom hotwife scene, but there are variations. Very nearly all or most will keep a sissymaid in chastity and domestic subjugation at home. But some are in sapphic relationships and some keep a female maid or submissive, although the female sub is allowed to orgasm regularly and the whole situation is more play between the two Ladies, and there is also some element of switching. Some of the Misses might be the sub sometimes too. The sissy is always bottom of the social stack though.
I remember one of the Misses laughing that Her sub was such a ‘whiney bitch’ if She ever felt the punishment was unfair. And one of the other Misses laughing and blushing.
The Misses also told me at first it was rather hard being so strict with us because we are so pretty and effeminine. But it is only fair for all the centuries when women were downtrodden, punished and worse by inferior men. And in fact even in western countries it had been acceptable to beat your wife with a rod of a certain thickness.
Similarly sissies must perform all the traditional ‘feminine’ duties obediently and perfectly, unless they want to fetch the cane and then start all over again.
“I often rush home to my own sissy after a day here and tell Her to fetch my strap on immediately.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“But sometimes like today, I just cant wait, and why shouldn’t I indulge myself when I want to sissy, after all I’m not in chastity, so why should I wait.” She was absently squeezing and patting my bottom.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“I do love the look of vulnerable fright as I send Her to fetch my favourite 12” toy.”
“She looks so excited but distressed and anxious too holding it when She comes back downstairs.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Does your owner, or Mistress have a favourite toy sissy?”
“Yes She does Miss, thank You Miss.”
“A nice big toy ?.”
“Yes Miss, it is very big Miss, thank You Miss.”
“How sweet.”
“And I do enjoy sometimes hurry my sissy along by telling her She will be fetching my house crop if She isn’t quick enough.”
“The look of sheer panic & terror on her face is delicious, its making me wet just thinking about it.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I continued wiping Her thighs with the moist towels. I so wished I was kneeling before my Mistress now.
“You are getting a little hot and bothered down there sissy, its just as well you are in chastity.” She said.
“And it is very enjoyable knowing my sissy is always so very helplessly excited waiting for me to come home.”
Sissies always seem to get very inadvertently excited when Mistress is due to arrive home and much more so when they know that Mistress might be aroused.
“And bending her over, and climaxing while penetrating her, making my orgasm so much more powerful and satisfying knowing sissy is in chastity.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“I do love holding the key.” She said twirling the key that was on the chain in Her cleavage.
“I think I might enjoy sending you for my strap on sissy, with that cute little butt of yours, or my crop, or both.” She smiled squeezing my bottom
If I hadn’t been snipped and other wise in chastity I might have squirted there and then, I gulped.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“I do love that fright in your eyes sissy, thinking about the strap on.”
It was true, especially since the new lubes, they make us very slick and slippery for Master or Mistress, and so very pleasingly tight. But impossibly tight for us, not painful as such but very squirmy and uncomfortable. Just having your bottom spread, let alone the actual penetration, and forceful thrusting.
“Or the Masters cocks sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whimpered anxiously fearing oral only slightly less than anal, they were just so implacably hard and massive. So relentless and dominating.
She sighed “How delightful.” And smiled, “Panties, now sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
I brought Her a fresh pair of panties and helped Her to put them on, careful not to touch Her bare skin. She pulled Her skirt down and stood up so I could kiss Her bottom.
She wiggled teasingly as I kissed each sexily firm cheek and thanked Her.
“Eyes down sissy.”
She indicated the basket of panties, and the basin in the corner.
“You may wash them for me sissy, as a little treat.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
She was laughing and chatting on Her phone. Finishing Her coffee and another cigarette behind me on the couch.
Then She came up behind me tapping my bottom with the crop.
“All done now sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“You or one of the other chastity maids can iron them for me later sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Take the coffee tray away then run along back to your chores now sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
Back in the main area I briefly saw the other two maids in cuffs and hooded now being taken to the stocks room. There were two other maids already in there, and the guests were already waiting eagerly. I was so glad I wasn’t them this afternoon.
As I hurried back to the kitchen with the coffee tray, one of the Men slapped my bottom and instructed me to hurry back to Him. Glancing coquettishly over my shoulder and fellatio pouting prettily, I saw He was already hard, and I was already very aroused by cleaning Miss.
Before I left the kitchen area another Miss stopped me and told me to put more lip gloss on, on my pretty pout.
It was going to be another of many long and very sticky days.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
Curtsy.
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