One by one we went round to each of the Men curtsied and introduced ourselves. Offering to serve.
Well in actual fact we didn’t know our names yet but the Masters could read the name tags on our pretty maid chokers.
“Come a little closer sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I was already very close but I crept even closer into His intimate space. His intimate, personal space I was allowed none of course. He patted my bottom and squeezed the little chastity tube, then continued holding my bottom.
“And what have they called you today ?.” He asked as He moved the lace ruffle slightly out of the way with His fingers, looking at the small tag on my choker collar, even if I could see the little name tag I wouldn’t be able to read it.
Some hotels have
a little picture instead of writing but even so we cant see the tag as its
under our chin. Incidentally one of the first thing that the hormones get rid
of is any
“Sissy doesn’t know Master, thank You Master.”
“Oh yes of course well its cherri isn’t that a pretty name cherri ?.”
“Yes Master, cherri says thank You Master.” As much as possible sissies were to refer to themselves in the third person.
“But I’m guessing you lost your own cherry, or had it taken from you some time ago cherri.”
“Yes Master, cherri did Master thank You Master.”
“Was it taken from you cherri ?”
“Yes Master, it was Master, thank You Master.”
“That is the best way for a sissy to lose her sissy cherri, isn’t it sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“In cuffs and gagged with her own panties, or her Mistresses, stuffed into her pretty mouth to quieten
her moans and protests.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And in locked chastity, of course sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
One of the things Mistress was very pleased with about me is that I never lost my virginity as a boy, and as far as She was concerned I never would be allowed to.
“But never mind the new lubes make it feel like your first time, every time for me at least cherri, like popping a cherry, cherri.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whimpered, The new lubes made you feel incredibly tight and textured, but also superbly slippery and smooth for Masters cock, or the strap on.
Opening & penetrating you, then inside you they always felt so huge, like you were split around their cock, silicon or throbbing flesh.
The lubes were so effective at tightening you and sensitizing the whole of your anal cavity not just the sphincter ring. A finger even little finger probing you felt enormous and invasive. Mistress had laughed that a sissy might have even be able to feel my own tiny thing, before the snip, just about though, She had laughed. And of course the main purpose of the lubes was lubrication for the superiors pleasure, but also feedback. You couldn’t help but spasm and convulse trying and failing, to push back which felt utterly fantastic for Mistress, or Master.
I thought of the slavegirl stories and the bloodied thighs when a girl became red silk, sometimes she would lick her Masters bloodied finger, if He chose to dip His finger in there. Or He might mark her thighs with a smear of her own blood. Indicating to the other Masters she was now opened for their pleasure. Much like my own pink panties indicated I was open for the Masters pleasure. She might cry out in momentary pain as the hymen is torn or popped. And I feel a spasm of pain each time as I am fully entered. Mistress will sometimes go slowly till this point, I might not be gagged or fully gagged yet. She will pause and tell me to be quiet, stop moaning and whimpering, that She is not even halfway in yet, even though I already feel so massively full. Then the gag, usually Her panties, or mine will be pushed or stuffed firmly into my mouth and then She will push the strap on fully inside me.
The Masters are a little cruder more forceful and urgent than that. Just opening and penetrating me forcefully and maybe stuffing the pantie gag a little further in my mouth.
“You are a hot little thing cherri, have I exited you too much already ?.” He asked me. His hands were inside my panties now.
“Yes Master, cherri is very flustered Master thank You Master.” I was very nearly in orgasm, or as close as I always was brought to.
“Would you have yourself chosen not for my pleasure, but for your desperate need sissy?” He asked.
“Yes Master, No Master, Only for Your pleasure Master thank You Master.”
“For both, please, Master,” a slavegirl might reply foolishly “For both Master!”
She in near orgasm would be quite lovely. Until one has seen needful slaves, one has not truly seen beautiful women. But the correct answer is always & only for Masters pleasure.
“It is perfectly acceptable for you to lie alone in the darkness, miserable, tormented by your needs, for you are a slave.” She might be told.
The slavegirl might be allowed to orgasm in submission for Her Master, impaled on His lust. But for sissies only Master or Mistress will orgasm or cum.
In some circles and in some older scenes some sissies were allowed to cum or more accurately feel a
milking sensation whilst they were being penetrated anally. But that was only part of the forced bi process and only if it pleased Mistress, or Master.
“I think you need a little spanking to remind you that you here are for my pleasure, not your own fetid needs, don’t you cherri.”
“Yes Master, please spank cherri Master, thank You Master.”
“A nice firm spanking sissy ?”
“Yes Master, please spank cherri firmly Master, thank You Master.”
“And hard too sissy.”
“Yes Master, please spank cherri hard Master, thank You Master.”
He had the pink leather belt and cuffs set ready, already, and in an instant I was secured in the cuffs. There was no need for any locks as I couldn’t undo any of the buckles, even if I had dared to try to. Securely held as I was, although the belt and cuffs were often locked with small padlocks too.
“Get over my lap then sissy.” He said pulling me over His knees.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“You may wiggle a little bit sissy, but not too much.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“I don’t really need to feel your tiny chastity too much do I sissy.”
“No Master, Yes Master, thank You Master.” I felt so sexually shamed at that moment as I always did over a real Mans lap, knowing He could feel my locked chastity tube.
He peeled off my panties
“But you are a hot little thing cherri.”
“Yes Master, for Your pleasure Master, only to please You Master, thank You Master.”
“Nor do I need to hear from you any more cherri.” He said pushing my panties into my mouth.
His hand was very firm and swift. But my spanking was well timed too, each blow landing just as the previous blow bloomed and spread, after the first few spanks I was sobbing and moaning, pleading, muffled of course into my gag, for Him to stop. He didn’t stop of course until He was fully satisfied.
He pushed me off His lap and removed my gag. And undid my cuffs but left the belt around my waist
“That’s much better isn’t it cherri.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Eyes down sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And you may put your panties back on and hurry and fetch me a cold beer.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
I hurried to pull my panties back on and He pulled back the elastic and allowed the fabric to snap on my
inflamed rear. The glossy fabric was wet and clammy from muffled choked sobs.
I whimpered in surprised & looked up startled.
“Eyes down sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied
“You have made me quite thirsty already cherri.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied again He slapped my bottom as I hurried to the bar.
As I hurried back with His drink, I saw one of the other maids already on Her knees in front of her ‘Master’ His hand was firmly in Her hair holding her head down, as she clearly gagged and spluttered on His full erection. I was suddenly insanely and irrationally jealous. Why had she been first ?, cheap little bimbo, little slut wiggling her bottom for the Masters. Even as I flushed with pathetic jealousy I squelched and wiggled my own bottom prettily.
Master pushed me immediately between His knees when I hurried back to Him.
“You may open my trousers cherri.” He said taking a gulp of His beer
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“And there will be little drink for you soon I’m sure.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered undoing the zip of His trousers with trembling fingers. Careful not to snag or scratch Him with my manicured nails slipping my hands inside His pants to cup His balls and lift Him free.
He was very large and already very erect, I was surprised to see quite smooth too. Dominant Men are intimidatingly massive to sissies, either well endowed naturally or enhanced by treatments, or is it that large Men are rightfully dominant ?. Most Masters are closely and well manscaped, but not often smooth. Whereas with myself being waxed smooth, it made me feel very soft and tiny for Master though it made Him seem somehow even bigger, more massive.
He reached down and locked my wrists in the cuffs behind me.
“You may kiss and lick me cherri.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master, you are very big and manly Master.” I whispered kissing His shaft, and swollen balls. The veins were very thick on His shaft, it went without saying that sissies were expected to look up submissively at this point unless instructed otherwise.
“And so full and ready to cum Master, thank You Master.” I said sucking on each of His seemingly so full and swollen balls in turn. They had a faintly masculine sweaty taste to them but only slightly.
He took another drink on His beer.
Mistress like most Mistresses like to keep themselves smooth intimately, or with very well trimmed Brazilian. But it is not quite the same as sissies are expected to be. Whereas Mistress might have very soft, faint nearly invisible down all over Her body. Sissies are chemically fully epilated and waxed to remove any trace of hair. I sometimes think of my creamy pinkish skin as being akin to a cartoon pig, squeaky and shiny too.
I also noted the expensive matt silk boxer shorts Master was wearing. Some Men like such luxury but it
might also indicate a tendency for the feminine. It was not my place to ponder these things. But some Masters might be tricked into gradually becoming sissified themselves. Some women delight in such things reducing a Man into a chastity sissy. And the treatments easily reduce bulk and height as well as effeminizing the frame. Of course we sissies would be none the wiser to this origin the resultant sissy would just be another obedient maid, curtsying with fright and desperate to be attentive and pleasing.
Mistress has told me that a loose desire or aim of Her and most Ladies on the scene is that nearly all inferior unsatisfactory men be sissified and kept in chastity. After all women had for years been forced to endure sex without orgasms as long as he came was satisfied, or Him not even caring about Her satisfaction. Or even worse been forced to fake an orgasm to satisfy frail male egos. It was simply natural justice, that unsatisfying males, be brought to heel & kept in chastity.
After all while He might not have cared if She climaxed or not. She did very much care that He be not permitted to cum, while She would always expert perfect orgasms, preferably from sissies tongue, or the few real Men who could satisfy a real Woman and deserved to cum.
Not only that but sissified males should be pretty and obedient, under strict corporal punishment. Domesticated and performing their chores lovingly as foreplay to pleasing their Mistress when She returned home from Her rewarding, & well rewarded, fulfilling career.
She like all dominant women should & would have a coterie of chastity maids, domestic sissy maids to keep everything perfect for Her and Her occasional lover, both domestically and sexually. Strictly monogamously for Her pleasure. And also there would be a selection of chastity maids for Her and the other Mistresses to enjoy in the clubs and hotels, wherever and whenever She pleased. Just the thought of this makes me incredibly jealous, and Mistress will sometimes delight in teasing me if She enjoys another sissies intimate service, especially sissies tongue.
“Oh look at you, sissy, how sweet.” She would tease. “I can almost see you clench your pretty little fists and hear your tiny powerless cry of impotent fury.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“I’m sure you would stamp your little feet if you dared to sissy.” She laughed
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“But of course you daren’t, do you sissy ?”
“No Mistress, Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
“You are quite lovely like this sissy, you may hurry and fetch my strap on.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I gasp in fright but also need.
“Oh and my crop too sissy.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” My eyes wide in panic and alarm now.
“How utterly delightful and lovely.” She laughs happily.
A lot of straight, vanilla Ladies like watching male gay porn, in part fror the enthusiasm shown by each party but also for the well maintained physiques of the Men. Mistresses on the other hand often enjoy watching their boyfriends and lovers, equally well proportioned, groomed and maintained. Dominate and enjoy their (Hers) sissies sexually, as foreplay for Her. Or sometimes sissies dancing & teasing each other into a frenzy, before being ravished & enjoyed by one of the Sirs.
But of course He was my Master at this moment & I was to serve & please Him devotedly and fervently. And to try each and every time to give Him the best BJ He had ever had, and show Him I loved pleasing Him.
He directed me to kiss and suck His glans and I began to suck Him, I did get a taste of pee at first but then concentrated on the overall taste of Him as I sucked and bobbed my head sweetly over His inflamed engorged throbbing head. I was squidging up and down on my plug as I bobbed my head.
His splash of precum came quickly and I was allowed to swallow, gratefully. How appropriate it was for me to be kept in chastity, swallowing His rather sweet seminal fluids, mixed with traces of urine, while He enjoyed His beer and my intimate service.
He had then pressed and held me firmly down on His cock until His smooth full balls were on my chin, lapping and slapping on me while He thrust and thrust against my gagging and spluttering.
It rarely takes the Masters long to cum after they deep throat us and He was no different exploding in my mouth and then all over my face, I looked up at Him with my sticky face when He was finished, in awe of Him. In truth it was mostly physically impossible for Him to cum so much but because of the auto conditioning it always felt like a massively full mouthful and faceful all over my uniform and breasts too.
I squirmed and squelched on my dildo, looking up at Him waiting for permission to swallow, desperate for any small sign that I had pleased Him sufficiently. He continued drinking His beer, as I choked on His thick sticky wad.
“You may swallow cherri.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered through my sticky lips in between very thick sticky gulps
“Did cherri please you Master, thank You Master.”
He ignored me drinking His beer, then He stood up and lifted me to my feet and slapping the rears of
my thighs hurried me to one of the small side rooms. It is seen as polite to enjoy anal in one of the side rooms, also less messy. The small well furnished & equipped side rooms were chambers of submission for the maids, just opening the door and being pushed inside made us feel helplessly vulnerable and frightened of Master strong implacable lust.
After He had finished with me and I had knelt and licked Him clean, then breathlessly fetched Him a final beer He slapped my bottom and dismissed me back to my chores. One of the Misses took me to a service room and watched me disinterestedly as I quickly cleaned my uniform, douched and refreshed my make up.
“Bring me a coffee on the patio sissy, then hurry back to your housework or the guests.” She told me
“Yes Miss, thank
You
It was a busy afternoon and evening, even if I could properly keep count I would have lost count of how many times I knelt between a Masters knees and or was taken to the side rooms for anal, and lost count of the times I was put over a knee then spanked or made to bend over or be strapped over the benches & disciplined with the horrible tawse. Or felt the criss cross of the crop across the rear of my thighs to hurry me along by the house Misses, But I was only made to bend over and hold my ankles for six with the crop once that day. That I do remember because after the first Miss had finished came along and decided I should have another six, before being hurried back to my chores , with the whip across my thighs.
It can be very horrid being hurried along with the aptly named hurry crops, stinging the backs of your well exposed thighs. Hobbled as you are by the platform heels and ankle strap, and of course the very large dildo plug. And because after each criss cross, you must curtsy and say.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
There was always a lot of housework to be done by the pretty chambermaids, and we are kept breathlessly busy in between serving the Men, and hurriedly cleaning our sticky uniforms. In the evening although there is a full 5 star restaurant service available, most of the guests will go out for the evening and dinner. Leaving us to our chores before getting ready for late evening and night service. We are usually allowed to pee unless we are punished by withholding that privilege or the Misses decide not to allow it for any reason they choose. Then a very large hot enema, while we shower. We must dry each other and also help each other with our make up hair and nails. Kneeling close together in front of the mirrors in our tiny glossy pink babydolls chemises and teddies. The Misses choose what we wear. It is very sexually humiliating helping and being helped with our make by another sissy. Because even though we are all very pretty and effeminate it reminds us that we are chastity maids and everything that inferior status entails. The Misses make us tell each other how pretty we are and kiss each other and giggle about the Masters will enjoy the pretty maid and make Her serve His pleasure well. Until we arte quite desperate with shame and also desperate nearly orgasmic to serve the Masters.
Then when the guests return we are led into the main lounge for selection. Not all of us are chosen but I was that night and would be most nights too. Taken back to the guests rooms for fellatio and anal then dismissed back to the chambermaids quarters to sleep. Sometimes you might be chosen by 2 Masters and have to serve one then the other, and sometimes a group of Men might choose you for a group session. After your service, or rape, the Misses hurry you back to downstairs where we all share several beds, 5 or six to each bed. Sometimes the Misses might have a little party and one or two of us will be chosen to attend them. The Misses seem to especially like skinny dipping in the pool, or down at the private beach, in the summer. The pool is heated in the autumn & winter but in any case the weather is still mostly warm.
I do quite like being chosen for this duty as do all the maids, because the Misses enjoy teasing us and generally enjoying themselves and all sissies crave female attention and domination. The Misses might laugh they are like big bossy sisters to us, with painful crops though.
This was a few days ago now and like all the other sissies have lost count of the days, as they go on.
Chambermaids duties as with domestic housework is very laborious and tedious but must be done perfectly and hurriedly. So you spend your days working very fretfully and anxiously and moreover anxious to be seen to be working very diligently and quickly, in fright of the cane or crop. Corporal punishment is seen as very appropriate for maids who are in least bit displeasing or disobedient. And a hidden speck of dust under a dark wardrobe is seen as disobedience. This isn’t the same as the performance stress associated with a normal workplace as that would be rather cruel. But rather a highly sexually charged but fearful anxiousness to be obedient and pleasing, and be seen to be lovingly and fervently so, to ones owners and superiors.
Unlike a new job or new school jitters this never diminishes with time even though a sissies tedious menial routines are generally the same every day, the fluster and sexual fright is constant. Mistress will sometimes say conspiratorially although She is the only conspirator really, that She might watch the house feed on Her phone at work, and get so aroused enjoying watching us work, that She can’t wait to get home and send us for the strap on the cane, or both. Or to masturbate there and then or maybe decide on a quick lunchtime liaison with one of Her lovers. Mistress like many if not all sexually dominant women is very sexually active it is Her choice to enjoy Her sexuality, as She keeps me in strict chastity.
But also when a new or possibly relatively inexperienced Mistress takes on a new housemaid. The chores even though strenuous and tedious are quite light to Her. This is very much a shock to most sissies though as in general women have much higher domestic standards and expectations than most untrained men, albeit sissies. And the usual standard is for all chores top be performed by hand as much as is humanly possible. But quickly, the satisfaction of coming home to a perfectly clean house and smiling sissy housemaid, becomes expedite in itself so Mistress will expect improvement and perfections. So that Her house and everything in it always looks as pristine and perfect as the highly glossed advertisements, and increasingly so even more perfect. Effortlessly perfect She might say, for Her of course, except for the occasional caning for sissy.
So each day of domesticity blends in to the previous day, and it is the same at the hotels. There is a further source of anxiety in that, and although this isn’t true or might have only happened a couple off times. There is always the fear that Mistress might not come back for you, or rather send the chauffeur to collect you. , Or that She might be considering or have already sold you to the hotel, and simply not told you. It is not your place to enquire or be told such things unless She chooses to do so and curiosity is unbecoming in a sissymaid.
Although legally, technically your Mistress, Miss or Master doesn’t own you, rather legally you are by
contract their ward until and unless they decide, and only they can to change that. The situation is very much like an 18th, or 19th century wife, that of chattel, but less so. By signing the sissy contract Your ward may decide and do with you as they please, until they decide otherwise. Moreover they can make the stipulations of that contract more stringent and restrictive to their sissy unilaterally. The phrase be ‘careful what you wish for’ springs to mind, but in this case doesn’t really cover it.
There are or were rather fanciful TV dramas, actually they were comedies, where sissies went to court to challenge aspects of their ‘employment’ or ‘contract’. The sissy plaintiff would be stood in front of the court in full maids attire of course and the Mistress would be sat with Her female lawyer and the female judge. There might be a few hunky Men in the mainly galleries too. Sissy might be anxiously challenging excessive, (as she sees it) punishments, chores, hormones, spikes in chastity, overly large dildo for housework, forced bi, or no releases. Anything you might think of that distresses sissy. And the case will be heard and sissy will be questioned in a very patronizing amusing way. Then the verdict was always in the ‘owners’ favour and sissy would be told that she can expect a caning for being so silly and wasting her superiors time. Sissy will naturally curtsy and thank the judge. Often sissy will serve drinks and snacks throughout the proceedings, and often interrupting her own testimony if one of the Ladies requires service.
But these were just fanciful dramas. In reality if sissy has a complaint and dares to utter it aloud. It will be in front of Mistress, much to sissies dismay maybe Mistress will invite Her friends or boyfriend to enjoy sissies little distressing concern. Before being simply told, with evident icy amusement in Mistresses voice, matter of factly that this is her owners concern and not sissies, and that sissy should fetch the canes, or the crop.
There were a couple of actual cases where sissies managed somehow to take their Mistress to civil court. Most notably One for alleged infidelity on the superiors part, another for excessive corporal punishment, and another challenging being confined to domesticity in the home, the sissy had in this case somehow managed to leave the house but was returned by the police eventually. In each case sissy was ridiculed in court, and in public opinion, before losing the case. The sissy contracts are iron clad and there is no public sympathy for men who become sissies, or those who wish to change their minds. This combined with the TV series, which wasn’t really that popular or widely watched at the time, has become over time conflated with widespread opinion that sissies are getting exactly what they asked for.
And given some otherwise vanilla wives and girlfriends new ideas about how to deal with unsatisfactory partners.
But back to chores and it seen as very appropriate for sissies to be kept very busy with traditional female chores. All day & every day, from early morning till bedtime. And most performed by hand often on hands and knees. After all for many years women were relegated to these menial chores, and subjugated status. Now sissies must keep everything perfect for their superiors, smiling happily and thanking Mistress or Master for keeping sissy in her place and in strict chastity. And under strict corporal punishment if the superior is not totally pleased, and satisfied.
Last night I had been chosen and taken to one of the bedrooms. Master had spanked me, then lifted me
over His lap and impaled me, so that I had to squelch and grind up and down for His pleasure. I was cuffed of course and gagged with my panties, and as usual even a well endowed Master feels that much bigger in this position. I wasn’t permitted to look up at Him while I gyrated for His pleasure, I was told to jiggle my breast prettily. I always did of course but being told to, made it feel especially submissive and humiliating.
Because in this position I am doing all the work penetrating myself, He took His time enjoying the tightness of my bottom, and I was feeling so hot and sticky even before Her exploded inside me. As soon a He had finished cumming He lifted me off Him and re plugged my ass.
“Fetch me a drink little fucktoy then you may clean me.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Put your panties back on too maid.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“What needy little sluts you chastity maids are.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
I knelt between His knees licking Him clean. I was expected to look up at Him while licking His cock and balls clean. Although most of the time with Mistress I must keep my eyes respectfully lowered below Her waist. When I am removing or changing Her panties, or a similarly intimate moment, I must always look up and show Her how submissively adoringly grateful to be permitted this privilege I am. Similarly with Master, licking Him clean.
He was still very hard and rather than having me continue licking Him clean He suddenly spurted a hot splash of precum all over my face.
“What a greedy naughty sissy you are.” He laughed
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Cuffs position.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
I whispered putting my wrists behind me, so He could buckle them in the cuff belt.
He came very quickly but still very thickly in my mouth and then covered the front of my baby doll with His manfully smelling cream. It always looked just like thick cream on the highly glossed pink fabric.
He had lifted me on to His lap again and allowed me to swallow. Then to cling to Him for a moment before dismissing me.
Most masters quite rightfully dismiss sissies after sex, and especially after anal penetration, but sometimes they are considerate and allow us to cling to their arm, or perch trembling on their laps for a brief moment and thank them.
“I think some cherri’s deserve popping, don’t they sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
He slapped my bottom.
“Run along now sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered my eyes brimming with tears of shame and humiliated need.
Outside the door I faced the wall and waited to be collected.
After a short while one of the Misses came to collect me.
“Oh what a sticky mess you are sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Well never mind lets hurry you off to bed sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Plenty more chores in the morning, to keep pretty chambermaids busy, busy sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
Even though it was quite late now & was very tired. It did still feel very demeaning to be sent to bed & I
still did wish She had told me to come out to the pool area and serve Her and the other Misses as they relaxed . I did always so long for female company even if it was often strict and severe. And they always did seem to be having such a lovely fun time, it must be so wonderful to them, and it was wonderful to serve them too. But not tonight I hurried along to bed as I was told.
The other maids all pulled yucky faces & eww’ed at the sticky state of my face and pink nightie as I climbed into bed with them. But it was a very small bed and we had to cuddle close, besides most of them were also very soiled and sticky. We were all quite jealous too, wondering who had served whom & did that Master think that maid was prettier than I was.
We are not allowed to chatter in bed, but there was always a little murmur of furtive whispering just before we went to sleep. Because our room was just at ground level we could hear the Misses splashing about & laughing in the pool. I wondered if they were all skinny dipping, and I wondered if Mistress was enjoying Her vacation, which made me feel very hot and even more sticky, in my highly sensual and distracting glossy panties, as I drifted off to sleep.
We always sleep so well, even if we wake up in the middle of the night, we quickly go back to sleep. When I was first put in chastity I used to wake up all the time feeling the cage limiting my little erection, and aching to cum. But after a short period on the hormones the cage got tinier and I was always soft, though sometimes a little swollen feeling in the cage. And now occasionally we will dream of serving Mistress or Master and wake up just as they begin to orgasm or cum. Sometimes we also wake up with a very embarrassing wet splash in our panties too. But we still quickly drop back off to sleep. Mistress says its because we are so empty headed, only thinking about or humdrum chores or longing to please She or Master like good little bimbo’s, and anything serious just floats away. But in any case it is soon time to wake up in the morning.
In the morning I found myself kneeling next to the maid who had been upset when we arrived yesterday. She was still feeling a little fragile and squeezing Her thighs together tightly. She and I had been allowed to pee last night, but as usual and by design the experience wasn’t satisfying. No matter how desperate you are to go, and even on normal days when you are usually permitted once in the morning and once in the evening, you always are. The urethral tube prevents any inappropriate sensation of gushing or release, like a real Man might feel. You sit primly on the toilet seat and all you feel is damp and faint leaking sensation. Until you are told to stop and wipe, whether you feel finished or not. Usually you are, but you never feel that it is so. Mistress doesn’t do this to be cruel, rather as keeping us appropriately effeminate, pliable and vulnerable. Sometimes Mistress might make me wait till Her boyfriend or lover gives me permission to go, and sometimes they will say no, which is very amusing to both of them, but Mistress will sometimes let me go a little bit later, unless She forgets or is too busy with Her own concerns.
If I could read the other maids tag on Her maids lacey choker, I would have known she had been named pippa, for Her stay or as some of the Misses were teasing Her pee-pee pippa. But even so we are not permitted to use each other names unless explicitly told to.
As she squeezed her thighs together, she looked very winsome. But she was making me feel very tender too. She saw me squeeze my thighs together and did a little finger wave. We curtsied to each other and kissed on the lips, then curtsied again. Just as all good maids should do to each other.
We were told to pair up and fix each other makeup up. She wouldn’t stop squirming and neither could I now. At least we will be enjoyable for the Masters I told her, She smiled and kissed me.
“Hurry up maids, breakfast then chores.” We were told
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
The two Misses on morning duty looked and sounded tired and bored. But you had to be, as always on
your best behaviour as it wasn’t a popular duty and they were always a little quicker with the crop at this time.
There was a huge pile of sticky nightwear and panties, our bedding too, to be washed, but that would be someone’s duty later. For now we all held hands and filed into the kitchen, to be seated at the cramped tables and hard benches. The two Misses had a full American breakfast, the full English was another popular option, with coffee. The smell was intoxicating as was the cigarettes smoke.
We had a piece of unbuttered toast each. In triangles with no crusts. And warm very milky & sweet tea. Although these days nearly every unhealthy food option had been rendered healthy and full of vitamins nutrition, completely fat free apart from healthy fats. This also included tobacco that was completely harmless now. Sissies must always watch our figures and eat sparingly and primly. It was only fair considering how for decades real Women were oppressed by diets and body image. Sometimes we might be given a small portion of peeled fruit to eat too, a rather bland slice of apple, or orange, maybe a grape, always fully peeled though. These diets were also laced with the necessary nutrients, but also hormones and pep or pickme-ups, so we were always bright and smiling.
The two Misses had been in a good mood this morning and were quite relaxed, only a couple of maids had been hurried along with the criss cross of the hurry crop and they would have deserved it anyway for dilly dallying. A slow maid is a naughty maid and should be punished. Now though they had finished breakfast and were enjoying coffee and cigarettes. We were allowed to chatter too at these times but only very quietly, so there was just a little girly murmur about the room as an undercurrent to the confident voices of the Misses.
Breakfast was done and we quickly tidied away and folded away the maids tables and benches, it was always quite emasculating to see that it always took 3 or 4 of us to lift and move the rather flimsy furnishings. Something that a real Man or one of the Misses could move relatively easily single handed. This was all psychological too but felt very real. We always felt not only sexually and emotionally intimated by our superiors but physically intimidated and dominated too.
We all adjusted our uniforms and lined up against the wall, still fussing and smoothing our aprons, waiting to be sent to our duties. I with several other chambermaids were to be on shoe polishing duties. Kneeling outside the Masters doors polishing shoes. Other maids were hurriedly scrubbing and polishing the floors, tables anything and everything had to be perfect before the gusts wake up.
I always seem to be on Men’s shoe polishing duties as Mistress says that for some reason I find this
particularly sexually humiliating, so will make me serve that much more fervently & submissively and therefore earn better tips. Our duties and chores are tailored this way. For example some maids will be assigned to washing & ironing the male guests clothing. And other exclusively the women’s clothing. But for me it is usually the Ladies underwear and panties, although that is always popular. Even at home I must hand wash all off Mistress clothes, nightwear, undergarments and especially Her panties individually by hand, but Her boyfriends clothes can be washed, still by hand but together. And still ironed of course, often while Mistress and He might be cavorting or enjoying foreplay. Mistress likes it if I am ironing Her freshly washed panties while She and He are having sex. And I must always polish Sir or Masters shoes, even if they are the sort of shoes, that doesn’t need polishing, for suede I have a little toothbrush sized brush, but leather I must polish with my panties, sometimes in cuffs using the panties in my mouth only. Sometimes I also have to polish the floor like this too. And generally this is kneeling in front of Master in the morning after He has enjoyed breakfast and been waken with fellatio and usually He will be wearing the shoes drinking coffee while I kneel at His feet obediently.
In the hotel it is two maids per pair of shoes one each, each polishing the leather fervently. Kissing the leather to moisten it, adoringly and lovingly as if we were kissing His manfully swollen cock or massive balls. As I polished and kissed the shoe my gaze was distracted by the at the other maids cleavage, watching it heave and swell in the undersize and very tight uniform. Sometimes the Masters wanted a breast massage as well as fellatio, and in all honesty there isn’t a demure modest term for it, but I am told it is very enjoyable for the Masters, sometimes even enough to make them cum straight away in your face. As I watched her I was taken over by the fantasy of how pleasurable that would be in Her swelling cleavage She was so petite but so buxom too. My head was swimming with the anticipation of it. Then heard the click of heels and the swish of a leather skirt behind me as one of the strolled past Misses. Instantly I was back there on my knees, almost choking with arousal as I realized that I would be serving the Masters, with my mouth and maybe my cleavage and pleasing them. I was also overcome with fright as Miss passed, had I been daydreaming, dilly dallying, would I feel the crop on my thighs. But thankfully the Miss was on Her phone chatting and not intent on punishing us, rather She was disinterested in us for now.
I looked at the other maid, and saw the same helpless fright in Her eyes, saw She had been watching my cleavage as I jiggled and heaved. She was squelching up and down on Her plug just as I was and pressing Her thighs together with excitement. We both flushed with shame and looked down then up again.
She blew me a pouty kiss and I blew her one back.
“Ooh, ohh, oh.” She was moaning softly as she polished the shoe and squelched on Her dildo plug & I realized so was I.
And speaking of fellatio that will be my next duty waking the Masters. I am very popular for this duty, Mistress and Her friend Miss trained me very well. And Master too, (Miss’s permanent partner) He is my Master too, as He first enjoyed my mouth and penetrated me anally for the first time. I am nearly always chosen for this duty and sometimes have to wake two Masters and on a couple of mornings even three. So by the time I start my other chores I always feel full and sticky, sometimes very much so.
I would be put in cuffs, most Masters prefer us cuffed for sex, although occasionally, but very rarely with the Masters, curtsy cuffs is instructed too. And taken into one of the rooms. I will slowly wake Master with my mouth kissing and licking at His glans in the intimate heat and darkness under the cover of His sheets, Most Masters are showers or partial growers so even when soft there is lot to kiss. He will quickly get hard and will suck and bob up and down on Him till either He spurts precum in my mouth or I feel Him wake and tighten His fingers in my hair holding me firmly down and pushing all of His erection deep into my mouth. There will be another maid present with a tray of whatever He has selected for breakfast, She will be stood to one side and squidging in rhythm to my own helpless squelches on my dildo, matching the tempo of my sucking or His thrusts, & usually both.
I feel His grip tighten further holding me firmly down so all can do, to overcome the chocking and
gagging is try to swallow His cock sucking Him further inside me. This I am told is very pleasurable if you are well endowed, and He will cum very soon afterwards, though some Masters like to delay it just a little.
Morning cum is so thick and sticky and very strong tasting and smelling, more so than usual. And He will be quite messy filling my mouth but also cumming strongly on my face and my upturned cleavage.
I am raised up slightly on my knees sucking Him, now finished He pushed me back down onto my knees. He is satisfied and feel used, feel His disdain at my effeminate inferiority. I must wait nearly spluttering, chocking for permission to swallow. Looking up at Him submissively, in awe of Him, He is Master and I am a sissy for His pleasure. He snaps His fingers for the other maid to serve Him coffee.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” She squeaks, I can hear in Her voice She is very excited.
“And you may suck me clean.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Cherri has Her mouth a little full at the moment.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
She starts to lick then suck His shaft clean it is still very hard and often there is some to be sucked out of His shaft. This morning as is also often the case there is a little final spurt and He splashes into Her face. She squeals excitedly with happy surprise, like the little bimbo She is.
Even though I am chocking with His thick wad, I am still jealous, that was for me to swallow, I feel my fists clench pitifully and powerlessly in the cuffs. I don’t think He notices, or if He does He doesn’t care.
My memory flashed back to those early days of chastity and fellatio. How humiliating it was tasting let alone swallowing another mans cum
But now how I wanted every drop of cum, that was mine to swallow. The Masters know this too and enjoy making us share the taste. Which also triggers the humiliation and submission of that first time.
“You may swallow that sissy.” He tell her. Lighting a cigarette
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“More coffee then run along back to your chores.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Would you like to swallow cherri ?” He looks down at me.
Totally unable to speak I bob my head a little too furiously I feel as He smiles.
“But I haven’t allowed that yet have I sissy ?.”
I nod.
“I think you may wait a little longer, cherri.” He says taking a drag on His cigarette. I bob my head again totally defeated, obediently.
Actually to my shame I am even more aroused now and wish He would let me swallow, just so I could suck Him again.
He finishes His coffee then allows me to swallow. It takes me three sticky gulps.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whisper my mouth still thick.
“And run along back to your housework, sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
I am still in the cuffs but I curtsy as best as I can, He stands up and slaps my bottom and I hurry out of
the room. As I leave another maid enters to tidy the room, maybe She will get to dry Him from the shower too.
Outside one of Misses is waiting, I have another Master to wake.
“You are popular this morning, aren’t you a lucky chastity maid.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Aren’t you lucky being kept in strict chastity so you can please all our guests so perfectly?”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She doesn’t bother to uncuff me just glances at my face and breasts, another maid is told to take my panties down and wipe me down, then I am sent into another darkened room, filled with the musky scent of a Master.
Unusually, for the morning He wakes then stops me and wants me to massage His shaft with my breasts, so He uncuffs me. Then after a short while tells me ‘curtsy cuffs’ while He deep throats me. Then after His initial burst, holds himself back and has me massage Him again as He pumps into my mouth and then thick spurts into my face. The maid behind me is gasping with excitement, but She gets none this time, but does get to lick Him clean while I wait again spluttering and choking, desperate to swallow but gazing up at Him adoringly awe stricken. I want so much to suck Him again. It is the Master from the first time yesterday afternoon.
He snaps His fingers takes His coffee, I realize the maid is pippa. He tells me to swallow
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
He interrupts me slapping my bottom and then pippa’s loudly, dismissing us no longer interested now He has cum.
Outside the room Miss has pippa wipe down my face with her panties. Then tells us both to hold hands and hurry down to the laundry room. Outside the laundry room there are several other maids waiting I spot the maid who was polishing shoes with me earlier, we are all clean but sticky. When the Master cum in our faces as they nearly always like to some seeps down into our cleavage and under our breasts, staying warm & clammy on the glossy fabric of our push up brassiere’s, until we are allowed to clean ourselves and our outfits usually not till later in the day.
But we are all happy and excited, everyone loves the laundry duty, because although it is sexually humiliating hand washing Mistresses & other Women’s underwear. It is still an intimate service, finger washing the expensive lingerie and especially the panties. Also there is a frisson of arousal and fear because nearly every morning one or two of the Masters will come into the room to bend us over face down into a pile of unwashed panties for a spanking then anal, in front of everyone, while we carry on working.
The Misses like to take coffee and spectate the show when this is happens in the morning. And although we suspect, the maids are selected beforehand, and in fact they are. There is also a random element as the Masters are free to pop randomly in as they feel like.
One of the Misses comes along and leads us into the small laudry room, it is very stuffy and moist in the small tiled utilitarian room, except by the windows where the Misses will sit if they come in to supervise us. And there are several large piles of panties to be washed. The smell is to us is very intimate and humid, even though it isn’t so really, the auto conditioning makes it feel very much that it is. The heaps are sorted by room number, and there are also a large number of packages from external clientele to be laundered daily.
Miss watches get started for a moment then She leaves us to it.
Before She left She turned on the radio tuned as always to the sissy channel, treacle thick soppy sexy love songs fill the air, designed to make chastity sissies long and ache for what is not allowed and to serve their owners and superiors intimately
“Work hard maids, hurry, hurry.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We all curtsy together as She leaves, closing the door.
We are allowed to chatter while we work. There are six of us today and three of us were from the arrivals yesterday.
“Oh I feel so tender today, those lubes make you feel so very tight.” One of the maids said, not really complaining but rather wistfully.
“Oh yes they do.” Another maid replied.
“But the Masters do enjoy us being so tight.” I said “And Mistress too with Her strap on.”
“Do you moan prettily ?.” Another maid said.
“I don’t know, but I just cant help but moan.”
“As prettily as you can into a pantie gag.” Another maid giggled
“And struggle weakly….just enough.”
“Yes the Masters can be such beasts, and Mistress says struggling and moaning only makes it that much more enjoyable for them.” I said with a curtsy & squelch on my plug.
The other maids giggled, and made me blush furiously. They were squelching now too.
Being penetrated anally is so sexually humiliating for sissies but so enjoyable for our superiors. & especially frightening & humiliating with a real Man. Just thinking about His masterful presence or a mention of male company makes me try to involuntarily clench my bottom, but the dildo plug is so large and slippery that all I can do is squidge around it, which makes me feel even more vulnerable. Mistress and the Masters know this all too well, which is why they often pat my bottom possessively and affectionately, or slap my behind as I hurry about serving them.
After Master had first opened me, I used to try to cling or stay very close to Mistress, whenever we had
male company, this wasn’t allowed of course as a maid must serve all Mistresses friends and guests obediently. But also after Master had pink pantied me, I was open for any Sir or Master, as long as Mistress permitted it. Of course once my legs had been split for a real man, lots of Mistresses friends wanted to come round to try the new sissy, and Mistress insisted that they be fully 150% satisfied, unless I wanted to fetch the crop first.
Even now, and I suppose especially now, whenever we have male company I feel so totally vulnerable. But also submissive and desperate to be please and be found pleasing by the Masters. Mistress says I am almost in orgasm, at just a word from the Masters. Although sissy & chastity maids are primarily for Mistress convenience and pleasure being put under strict male domination, makes us serve Mistress, or Miss that much more intensely and lovingly attentive & submissive. And of course the Masters too.
I saw pippa was squelching too, and pressing her thighs tightly together, just as we all were. I wasn’t sure if this was because she was so needy to toilet or for a Masters touch. She looked so helplessly pathetic and cute too, as I realized that was exactly how I would be seen too. I felt my eyes brimming with tears and suddenly felt an overwhelming need to kiss Her so I leaned over the tale and kissed Her then curtsied. She smiled at me and blushed a very bright scarlet, which made me quite jealous.
“Oh but my mouth is so sticky too.” Another maid whispered.
“It must be so wonderful being woken like that.”
“Every morning too, gosh.”
“But real Men, our Masters deserve all that enjoyment, just like sissies should always be in chastity.”
“So thick and sticky.”
“And the taste and smell.”
“I love morning cum.”
“I love swallowing it.” We all giggled in excitement and shame.
I picked up the next pair of panties and holding them in both hands curtsied, then kissed the crotch, softly but respectfully, then curtsied again. They weren’t particularly soiled, they never really are but to us sissies they seem so intimately sexually soiled. I always kissed Mistresses panties softly but adoringly, reverently aching. Then added just a few flakes of luxury soap flakes to the bowl and began cleaning the fabric delicately with my fingertips. As I cleaned I couldn’t help imagining the owner, and Her lovely curves filling the garment, how lovely She would look and how lucky Her partner or lover were to be with Her. Before I was snipped I could always feel myself swelling in my chastity at these times, and even now I could feel that knot of excitement in my belly.
The chatter was more of a murmur & a whisper now really, and in all fairness I’m not sure what we were chatting about, nothing ever of any import anyway just maids silly chatter. We did like to tease each other too, but that usually meant teasing ourselves as well.
One of the maids suddenly squealed with embarrassed excitement, holding up a pair of black silk panties, they were very lovely with scarlet lace trim. But the maid was excited by the very large cum stain that was still very sticky. We all gasped scandalized as if we had never seen anything like it before. She had cum all over Her fingertips too.
It was most likely a creampie rather than a fresh spurt. We had all seen it before and plenty of times, as we hand cleaned Mistresses panties and nightwear, the sticky silk sheets after a night of passion for Mistress and Her lover. But sissies always look shocked and overawed by the size of Sir or Masters erection, the amount of cum He spurts. It is part of the auto suggestion massaging His ego and greatly enhancing His pleasure. The surprise in your eyes as He cums in your mouth, or splatters your face. The look of coquettish false reproach and embarrassment, when you over your shoulder as He pinches or slaps your bottom, that pretty pout, as if you say how dare but thank you Sir.
The maid was still holding the panties in Her excited trembling hands when Miss came in.
“Whatever is going on here maids, all this excited squealing.” She sounded amused rather than annoyed
We all curtsied The poor maid put her hand to her mouth in fright and ended up with cum on Her face.
“Hurry up and clean your face and swallow sissy.” She was told
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And make sure you curtsy and thank Sir for being permitted a taste of His manly cum.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“The rest of you can curtsy and thank Him too, for getting all your panties in a twist.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We all curtsied and chorused.
“And when you are serving the guests later perhaps you will taste Him again sissy, but fresh this time, and you can thank Master, wont that be lovely for you sissy.”
This was a constant tease, asking us if we recognized the cum. Mistress would often ask me if I recognized the taste or smell of Her boyfriends stain on Her panties, when I cleaned them. I never could of course. Master did seem to have a certain thickness and stickiness but that was different each time too.
“Or maybe later when you putting the panties away, you might recognize the Mistress and you can thank Her for the morning treat.”
There were quite a few couples as guests, even though the main purpose of the hotels was to act as a
bordello for the dominant male clientele, many of whom came just for the day to enjoy the harem atmosphere of the selection of submissive chambermaids. The hotel itself was very luxurious with a fantastic beach and Cliffside six star restaurant terrace. It was the perfect setting for a weekend break and the city was only a very short taxi ride away.
We would serve the female guests domestically, but never intimately. Often we would be expected to help the lady dress, or even undress but we were never allowed to kiss or touch Her bare flesh. Also She might stand us facing the wall waiting to serve Her if She chose to masturbate, or was in bed with Her lover. The Lady guests also seemed to enjoy watching us iron their underwear, even though it was all already freshly ironed. We also liked that service too as it reminded us of Mistress and although it was bittersweet, still made us feel less homesick.
I think the guest knew that too as often She might pat our bottom comfortingly, or kiss us on the tops of our head. Sometimes we might be allowed to kiss Her fingers after we curtsied. We always also kissed a Lady or Miss on Her bottom through Her skirt or trousers in greeting if that’s what She wanted.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“He might even visit here this morning and you can lick Him clean, and maybe recognize the taste.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Or maybe one of the other maids might recognize the consistency.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Anyway sissy, enough excitement. Look at you all you are positively panting with excitement, eyes down sissy maids.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“The rest of you, squeeze those excited little thighs together & hurry on with your chores.” She said swinging Her crop casually.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“And you sissy lick those fingers clean, then fetch me a coffee.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
In any case the room was abuzz with frightened excitement now, as we knew that when the Misses came in for coffee it was quite often to watch one of the Masters come in to interrupt a maids work for His pleasure. And as if to confirm this another Miss came & joined the other superior for coffee.
Suddenly the air felt so much more moist and sticky. The breeze from the open window where the Misses were sat didn’t reach us at all. My dildo felt so huge and slippery now, it almost felt like it was reaching up coming up out of my chest. From furtive glances at each other I knew the other maids were feeling the same, not that we needed to glance at each other to confirm this.
And as if on cue a couple of minutes later one of the Masters came in. We were allowed to glance upwards when we curtsied, before quickly lowering our again eyes. It was the first Master who I had woken this morning. Was He going to choose me, for a moment He stood close to me pressing His erection against my bottom, feeling my bottom with His hands too. I moaned softly in fright but in excitement too. He slapped me and chose pippa instead. I was so furious as He pulled down Her panties and stuffed them into her mouth, before locking her into the cuffs. He pushed her face down onto the pile of panties, to spread her legs. But first He wanted to spank her. The firm slap of His palm was very loud on her bottom and She was squealing very prettily too.
But then He turned to me and pushed me face down on to my heap of panties. But not using the cuffs
He simply held my wrists behind me pinned in His very strong grip as He gagged me, with my own glossy panties. I was spanked too extremely hard, I could tell He was very excited now. When He was finished I was told to get on with my chores as He turned back to pippa.
“Put your panties back on sissy.” One of the Misses laughed
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Eyes down sissy maid, get back to your chores.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
We all kept our eyes firmly at the heap of Ladies underwear we were washing, but watched furtively though. As He pulled out Her dildo with rather loud wet slurp, then quickly penetrated pippa.
Oh and she did moan and struggle so prettily too, so helplessly and futile, just enough for His enjoyment. He came quite quickly, leaving Her red faced with shame and completely unsatisfied need.
Sissies like myself and pippa, and quite a few of the maids, who are white, and it is rather a white scene in all fairness, are chosen or selected through the treatments to have creamy pale complexions. That blush very easily in a pink or rose tint. Mistress often laughs that we are like little pastel pale cartoon pigs, with our smooth squeaky skin, and I suppose high pitched squeaky sissy voices. So pippa’s face was flushed bright pink, so were Her thighs. I glanced at the mirror behind Her which also reflected the mirror behind me and my thighs were equally pink, my bottom was still red from my spanking too.
Pippa still cuffed was told to kneel to lick Master clean.
“And you maid, as you are also so hot to serve, judging by your little glances and squeezing your thighs together, run or mince quickly rather, and fetch me a coffee.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I hurried off embarrassed & shamed.
Pippa was still licking Him clean as I brought the coffee. He wasn’t quite so hard now but still looked swollen and big. I was told to close His trousers pippa was still in the cuffs. Then we kissed each other and I got a taste of Him from pippa’s sticky lips.
“More coffee sissy.” I heard from behind me.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Hurry up sissy we don’t have all day, busy, busy.” She lifted the hem of my skirt with Her crop, I whimpered expecting a lash, but then She dropped my skirt again.
“You are very lenient today.” The other Miss said.
“Just tired, a little hung-over & lazy.” She replied.
“I find administering a good whipping cures that.”
“Yes very true and maybe later.”
When I returned with the coffee another Master was in the room.
“Oh here she is,” the Miss laughed as the Master immediately put me in cuffs and over the bench.
“She was so very keen to bend over this morning weren’t you sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
This time I was gagged with pippa’s still sticky panties, my own being just slightly pulled down for sex.
Incidentally although we are nearly always gagged with Mistresses or a Misses panties for punishment or sex. If not our own. The Masters visiting the laundry room do not use any of the soiled panties we are to wash, as that would be vulgar and improper rather impolite. The do however push us face down onto the heaped silk, and do sometimes spurt on to the piles panties, which means we have to wash them all over again if they have just been washed.
Master had gone behind me and I heard the testing slap of a tawse on His palm, I sobbed into my gag. The thick broad strap is so very painful. He gave me six lashes as the Misses watched and clapped in approval. Before unceremoniously, unlocking and removing my plug and thrusting inside me. He left my ankles in the hobble strap preferring the extra tightness of keeping my thighs together as He penetrating me.
After He had finished and I had licked Him clean, I was sent for more coffee. Miss again lifted my skirt with Her crop and criss crossed my thighs.
“Do hurry sissy.”
Yes Miss, thank
You
“And hurry up with your chores, sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
I was a busy morning as we had lots of visitors today and all the maids were rudely interrupted, pippa at
least twice, before all the panties were hung, pegged up delicately on the little hanging rack that matched each room. At least two of the other maids were punished or disciplined with the tawse today, and I was glad that pippa got a taste of the wide strap too. I realized it must be the weekend because it was so busy, or as it turned out vacation season. For sissy maids there are no weekends or days off. I only knew it was weekend or a holiday when Mistress stayed at home more, or in bed later. I remember how She had laughed when I was silly enough to ask if I ever got a rest day. She asked me what I might do with myself on a day off, go for tea with the other silly maids, gossiping and comparing household tips, as if any tips or intelligence was needed for menial chores. And teasingly She had told me that a long time ago some sissies might possibly get a release on their birthday, before smiling and telling me, but that would be far too indulgent for Her chastity maid.
We were told to wipe ourselves clean, and given fresh panties, as we were all sticky, then allowed to spray ourselves with scent. After we had straightened our uniforms and smoothed our aprons we were led out to the main hotel area as it was brunchtime. Many of the guest liked to wake late, or have breakfast in bed, before going out for the day. Today was already very busy though. Even so the hotel always tries to keep at least a two or three, to one guest ratio of maids. So there is always a pretty selection for the guest to serve them domestically or intimately. This allows the Masters to ‘treat us mean to keep us keen’ as if the hurry crops and spankings didn’t suffice for that. And also made us serve very jealously and competitively. It always made us feel so very small and petty, as of course chastity maids always are, but so fervent to please. Even though it was still, of course, very much forced bi. I told myself as I minced and wiggled my bottom.
I wasn’t chosen to serve brunch that day, instead I was sent with lots of other maids to clean all the tables and mirrors in the hallway and main rooms. There were a few more Misses on duty by then , so as always we were kept on or toes, or tippy toes as we hurried on breathlessly. There would be lots of Masters to serve that morning before lunch time proper and then later in the afternoon. And also the panties must also be ironed, scented and folded. There was lots that were sent out by courier to the external clients but also lots to be carried to the rooms on silver trays and neatly put away. This was one of my favourite chores as often the Lady guest would be in Her room and would enjoy supervising me. I might even be allowed to help Her get dressed for Her day. Sometimes Her lover would be there and sometimes not, sometimes I might be spanked by Him if the Lady wanted to watch, but often it was just Her and I did love being bossed about and instructed by the lady guests.
What I didn’t know, and wasn’t told is that although these hotels are mainly for the male guests and day visitors pleasure. A lot of the female guests were new or fairly new to the scene, and often might still be enjoying Her lovers discretely or semi discretely outside Her home, for now at least. Staying here with Her lover was an informal & enjoyable way of getting more experience and ideas about Her own relationship with Her own sissy.
There are exclusive hotels where the seraglio of sissies do serve the Mistresses intimately as well, as Mistress delights in telling me, with a satisfied expression on Her face.
After attending one lady and putting away Her underwear. Her boyfriend had spanked me in front of Her for taking too long placing the folded panties neatly in the drawer. He really just wanted to spank me and She just wanted to watch. I could smell the arousal in the room as I was instructed to face the wall while they had very loud sex. After I had changed the sheets and I had licked Him clean, as I tidied the room She smiled and told Sir and myself that She was really looking forward to watching Him spank Her own sissy now. And that they would have to go shopping for some canes later.
“Which does your Mistress use sissy, the stout canes or the thin springy canes ?”
“Yes Miss, My Mistress uses both Miss, thank You Miss.”
I told Her how Mistress uses both together and sometime the springy crop on its own, if She is instructing me around the house and wishes to hurry me us, or emphasize a point She is making, or just because She feels like it.
“& which do you prefer sissy?”
“Yes Miss, neither Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Oh of course,” She laughed “Which do you dread most, which is more instructive and painful sissy.”
“Yes Miss, the thick cane is more painful initially Miss, but the springy cane stings for much longer, thank You Miss.”
“Oh dear, what a sweet little thing you are sissy, it seems almost a shame to punish you so severely but I suppose it is necessary to keep you under strict discipline too.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And I suppose somewhat satisfying too.” She smiled
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“That’s enough chatter sissy.” He told me.
I think he was slightly annoyed because I suspected He would have quite liked a BJ after I so softly licked and sucked Him clean.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
I was given Her freshly removed panties to take down to the laundry room and dismissed.
And later that afternoon while She was sat by the pool, He did spank me again in the lounge before enjoying my mouth.
“What a tease you are sissy.” He had told me as He yanked me over His lap
“Yes Master, sissy is sorry Master, thank You Master.” I whimpered ready to be spanked, just before He stuffed my panties into my mouth.
“Of course a little bimbo who teases always get more than she bargained for, but what she truly deserves and wishes for.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I had sobbed into my gag, as His palm stung my rump.
He was ragingly hard & is cum was very thick sticky.
“You may swallow sissy then get back to your housework.”
I had hurried
back to my chores after that. Alongside the other maids performing housework hurriedly,
diligently, but perfectly while the
house Misses strolled past occasionally supervising us. Behind us in the main
hall the murmur of relaxed and sometimes excited hubbub reminded us that we
were to serve and please while our superiors relaxed and enjoyed being served.
And it wasn’t long before I or one of the other maids was instructed to hurry and fetch drinks for another of the guests. Returning sometime later with a slightly thick mouth and maybe a sticky panties back to our chores. We would glance at each other and maybe curtsy and kiss very briefly .
The Misses enjoyed supervising us and keeping us busy and the snap and criss cross of the hurry crop, kept us in a state of constant sexual tension & fright. Eager & ready to please our guests.
The House Misses have a manner of supervising us so that you either hear the casually confident clickety clack of their heels as they approach. Of course you daren’t even glance around from your chores.
Or the one Misses might silently be suddenly be behind you. You can smell Her perfume, feel the heat from Her body as She invades your space inspecting your chores, as you choke with fright.
Satisfied after a few moments She might turn away, or decide to punish us for an imperfection no matter how tiny and so easily overlooked, or simply to discipline us.
This time I
heard the clickety clack of heels then heard
the horrid swish behind me and a sting of pain then sharp swipe of another lash
crossing it. As hard leather bites into the soft creamy skin of my thighs.
Besides me another maid is beaten too, her sob of pain matching mine.
“No time for dilly dallying chambermaids.” We were told sharply
“Yes Miss, thank
You
My rump had already started smarting and throbbing, as I fervently tried to outdoor the other maid and all the other maids in the performance of my chores.
Miss watched us both for a few more moments then strode off. I heard Her light a cigarette then chatting on Her phone arranging Her evening with Her friend, after work.
None of dared slacken our pace in the slightest.
Thank You Miss, curtsy xx.
