After rising near dawn cleaning the house from top to bottom, before bringing Miss (my Mistress) Her usual coffee and breakfast in bed. I was told to hurry into my own little room and change from my maids uniform, into my office clothes, To my dismay my own office wear was nothing like Mistresses lovely midi leather skirt and matt silk blouse ensembles. My own attire was a tiny latex or was it PVC mini skirt that barely covered my panties. I did have nice black lacy satin panties and push up bra, normally I wore cream, ivory or a very light shade of pastel pink. And a very tight almost sheer satin blouse, that buttoned up only as far as to show off my sissy cleavage. Stocking too, and a set of platform shoes with 6” heels. I would teeter and totter even more than on my pink patent leather maids boots and that was saying something. There was also a tiny clutch up bag for my makeup.
To make matters worse I wouldn’t be going to Mistresses office. Her work and She was far too important for such distractions, but She had found me a nice role in another office. I wouldn’t be seeing any of my wages of course but I would have a little envelope to bring home to Mistress at the end of each week. Containing my pin money or wages and report card detailing my behaviour and anything that I should be additionally punished for.
Dressed I hurried back into Mistresses bedroom to attend Her as She enjoyed breakfast.
“Oh don’t you look um… lovely sissy.” Mistress couldn’t help but smirk
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” (I always called Mistress Miss in private) I curtsied, smoothing my skirt
and trying desperately to pull the very short skirt just a little further down. As it was it only just covered my chastity bulge and you could clearly see my panties.
“But do try to squidge quietly on your plug sissy, people will be trying to work in the office.” Miss laughed making me feel incredibly self conscious about the lewd wet squelch on my 10” dildo plug.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“And remember wiggle that bottom and jiggle those breasts prettily, for the Real Men in the office, sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And do stop fussing, come and sit on the edge of the bed and have your cup of tea.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
Mistress had instructed me to bring myself a tiny cup of tea on Her breakfast try. It was even more lukewarm than. usual now. I perched primly on the edge of the bed my skirt riding up. Mistress smiled
“Goodness that skirt is pretty short isn’t it sissy.”
“Yes Miss, it is Miss, thank You Miss.” I glanced up hopefully that She might give me something longer to wear, but She was just teasing me.
“At least the Men will enjoy it sissy, and that’s all that is important to an office sissy isn’t it sissy ?”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And don’t worry so much it will just be like the first day at school.” She teased again, knowing I had never fitted in or been happy at school.
Just as I was sipping my tea the door buzzer went, it was my taxi ride, Mistress would be staying in bed for a little longer before showering and setting off for Her own workplace. I stood up getting ready to go downstairs.
“Never mind about the breakfast tray and my negligee, nor the sheets, you can clean and tidy all that when you get home, cant you sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
She patted my bottom. “Thats a good girl, off you go now and be a good girl in the office too.” She said patting my bottom
“Yes Miss, bye
Miss, thank You
The driver looked annoyed, or at least acted like He was, as He hurried me into the back of the cab, patting almost slapping my bottom. there were 3 other sissies all crammed onto the back seat. I squeezed in the middle, there were still 2 more to collect. As He closed the door I noticed the windows were mirrored out on the inside so we couldn’t see out. All the girls looked excited and as anxious as me. So we were all new then I thought,. But they were not new, that vulnerable look of sex and fear is quite normal for sissies under male domination, as I was about to discover.
The other ‘girls’ or sissies all smiled nervously at me and waved, blowing kisses. I was slightly embarrassed as this was nearly the first time I had met other sissies before, but Miss had insisted that we should be girly, girly with each other. Curtsying to each other, holding hands when walking together. Waving and blowing kisses, and kissing each other on the lips. I was never allowed to kiss Mistress on the lips because of where my mouth usually kissed Her. But She would often kiss me on the cheek or even kiss my head, I was allowed sometimes to kiss her hand. But mostly it was Her bottom and more intimate kisses for Her pleasure.
There was a little murmur of excited very quietly whispered hellos, until the driver turned round and told us to be quiet, then there was hushed silence. All the sissies looked frightened, no-one wanted to be spanked by the driver. and I was acutely aware of where He had patted my bottom to hurry me earlier.
Some drivers, delivery or taxi, and chauffeurs for the superiors were residents of Femtopia and some
just came here for work. Since the AI, automation and subsequent UBI (Universal Basic Income) adjustment, set very generously to keep the economy bouncing or rather flying along. There were still lots of extremely well paid creative and decision making careers, and also very well paid skilled, craft jobs. Also driving where clients wanted the personal touch such as in the Femtopias was also very handsomely paid. For the male drivers they could also enjoy the sissies service if they so chose, it was a perk of the job. Often a coffee and a BJ was a good way to start a morning.
However not today the driver wasn’t really interested this morning. The other 2 sissies were collected and the back of the small taxi, this wasn’t one of the vehicles the superiors ever used, was now very full with sissies and their rather pleasant but cheap perfume.
We finally arrived at the office, and the driver watched us struggle out of the cab, trying to keep our skirts as low as possible. He was smoking and smirking. All around us important looking beautiful Ladies and very big, strong handsome looking Men were arriving at the office. When we were all out and stood in a row the driver patted my bottom again, and hurried us teetering and tottering into the foyer. We were met by a very broad shouldered man who we curtsied to and said in unison.
“Good morning Sir, thank You Sir.” He smiled and looked at me, then came and stood very close to me, totally in whatever personal space I thought I had.
“Is this the new sissy.” He said to the driver who nodded and to me “Are you the new office sissy ?”
“Yes Sir, I am Sir, thank You Sir.” I curtsied.
He patted my bottom then let His hand rest on my bottom.
“Well you look like a good girl, sissy. I’m sure you will be very popular and busy, wont she girls ?.” He said patting my bottom again.
“Yes Sir, She will be Sir , thank You Sir.” The other secretaries curtsied and giggled.
“Well come along then lets get you all settled in.” He said smiling patting a different girls bottom this time, was I relieved, honestly I felt ever so slightly envious.
I had once had
my own highly successful business. Well in truth it had been my fathers business
who had passed away as had His life and business partner, rather too early. I
was quite happy to let the highly creative and professional staff my father had
recruited continue to keep the business very profitable. All I had to do was
enjoy the profits and dividends. The staff were very happy with extremely generous
pay deals and benefits. I just drove to the office in my expensive sports car,
sat in my office and relaxed, and had long lunches.
There were always lots off pretty new girl in the admin department, but I was quite rather less than confident and they seemed to like me as a boss but were not interested in me socially. They did seem to enjoy flirting with some of the more masculine Men on my team, but never with me. My girlfriend Adele at the time (now my Mistress, who’s name I may longer sully with my sissy voice) was also a lot of a tease. She knew I was still a virgin, despite my best efforts at college and elsewhere. I never did get the courage to try an escort. But continued to tease and torment me, getting me so het up and excited, but then suddenly there was always something She suddenly needed to do, ‘maybe next time’ She would tell me with voice like honey that made me need to masturbate so badly. But then She managed to sweetly stymie that for me too. By telling me that ‘she hoped I didn’t ever touch myself thinking about her’ No of course not I had lied very unconvincingly ‘nor about any of the other girls in the office, because that might make feel a little jealous’ She had said in that honeyed husky voice. So that after then whenever I did try to masturbate often Her face would pop into my thoughts and I would ruin my orgasm, just splashing in a premature mess. It was just so totally frustrating. And as it turned out exactly as She intended.
Then we got 2 new office temps who were incredibly pretty and nearly always wore attire that was very
nearly but not quite not suitable for the office. What was even more interesting and exciting was that they were quite happy flirting with me, albeit in a rather disapproving tone from them. Mistress or rather Adele at the time was slightly put out or so She pretended, but also was very happy to flirt with them, as were the more handsome masculine men in the office. And I noted jealously the disapproving slightly dismissive tone was absent when the pair chatted with Real Men.
Another odd thing about their presence in the office was their insistence that I always called them Miss Charlotte and Miss Victoria respectively. It seemed rather formal and also rather odd not being their surnames, or family names which the Miss moniker was normally used for. And they teased mischievously, its Ms Victoria & Ms Charlotte, but just for you its Miss. Also I noted that Adele (who didn’t work in my company but visiting me often both personally and professional as a sales agent for what turned out to be Her own company) and the other Men, when they were chatting called them Vikki and Charli, but never me.
Nonetheless I liked chatting with them and they seemed very sexually liberated. And we talked about all sort of things while they and I should have been working. But then when I had very nervously asked if they had ever tried oral or anal, they at first looked at each other as if very shocked, scandalized, and told me that was a very naughty thing for me to ask about and not to ask about it again, nor PIV sex. But then they were giggling in ass very naughty suggestive manner as I squirmed with awkwardness. I could have creamed my panties there and then I was so frustrated and excited. Burt when I got home Adele’s (Mistresses) face interrupted just before climax and it was ruined again.
And to make matters much, much worse. The next day Mistress visited again and called me out of my office in front of Miss Vikki and Miss Charli, and several other people. And yes I know I’m not allowed to use their names nor the abbreviated names but that’s just how I recalled the incident. I was publicly called out and shamed for discussing such things in the office with my employees. And then She dumped me in front of everyone. As I hurried red faced back into the office I could see the smirks and hear the tittering, but didn’t dare confront anyone. In fact I waited skulking in my office, until I was sure that everyone had left for the day before sneaking out of the building.
I had resolved to take along vacation maybe a month or so, somewhere unreachable and tropical. But very awkwardly, the next day and as turned for the next couple of weeks were the one period when I needed to be in the office. Why I needed to be there and also why this couldn’t be done with video conferencing were quite frankly beyond me. So I had to brave everyone the next morning. No-one said anything about yesterday, but I could sense if not see the smirks. Miss Victoria and Miss Charlotte (note how I reverted to the unabbreviated names) were just as chatty and friendly, even flirty still, but I felt very uncomfortable and embarrassed.
We had lost the contract with Adele’s firm too. It was small contract or so I thought, but I always prided or consoled myself with the idea that my actions or inactions never harmed the business, it still unsettled me. And it came as quite a surprise when after a week adele slipped into my office unannounced. Had She forgiven me ?
But She hadn’t rather She had come back to give me my just deserts. Sitting on my desk, quite sexily I
might add, She was utterly gorgeous, totally everyone’s type, She brushed aside a pile of papers to reveal a picture of a pair of glossy and lacy pink satin panties, and another picture of a very pretty looking girl in a French maids outfit. It was if She knew exactly where they were
She glared down at me accusingly.
“More pathetic pictures just like those harem pictures.”
“…but…..” I spluttered, not knowing what to say. And how did She know about these pictures and the harem pics.
In truth having a French maid and maybe a little middle eastern type harem of scantily clad slave girls had always been a fantasy of mine, and often confusingly, mid wank or jerk I would sometimes get confused about whether I wanted to be the Master or one of the maids/slavegirls. Which recently nearly always ended up in a premature ruined splash.
“I think I need to take charge here don’t you.” She demanded. She was also wearing one of Her sexiest office outfits, a leather pencil skirt with matching silk blouse. The sort of outfit that I always imagined the French maids supervisor might wear.
Without waiting for me to reply She opened Her handbag and pulled out a pair of pink satin panties just like the ones in the picture. She did tell me much later that She had hacked my laptop long ago and knew all about my browsing history and my furtive but curious chats with very mild Femdom chatbots
“Put them on now.” She told me laughing as She saw my shocked expression and desperate glance at my office door.
“Don’t worry about that I closed the door and the blinds.” She said matter of factly “Now strip and get them on.”
Her cold smile widened when She saw, that I was smooth all from the face down, I had been experimenting with grooming and was fooling no one, not even myself when I told myself I liked my balls and cock smooth because they felt bigger that way, when I was hard, rather than feeling smooth and rather tiny as they obviously were.
I didn’t dare disobey and pulled the panties on. They were crumpled and seemed slightly sex soiled, I realized with a shock She had been pre wearing them earlier.
In other variations of this scene, She was actually
wearing them (although normally She would never wear anything so tacky and
garish as these sissy panties) and removed them warm and slightly damp for me
to put on. Or She removed Her own very expensive and lovely boutique silk and
lace panties and gave them to me to wear just this once.
As the double sided glossy slippery satin touched my little cock, I grew immediately erect and spurted
involuntarily. She looked down at me smirking in disdain, dipping Her fingertip in my cum, and there was in truth only enough to cover Her fingertip, and held it up accusingly in front of my face.
“Don’t just look at it lick it off.”
I was so embarrassed and humiliated too I didn’t say a word just obeyed.
“That was both naughty and pathetic, we shall have to do something about that immediately.” She told me producing a tiny pink silicon chastity cage from Her bag. Before I even had a change to register what was happening She had pulled me towards Her and locked it expertly in place. I have never been out of chastity since, except for the device to be replaced by a tinier one.
As if out of a Pandora’s box She then produced a little satin chemise and slip, petticoats, stockings a pair of pink patent leather Victorian maids booties, and a maids uniform in glossy wet look satin with matching apron headpiece and lacy choker. It was very pretty but also cheap and trivial looking. And already I secretly loved it, my little cock tried to strain in the chastity device in vain as She also pushed a rather phallic looking butt plug into my bottom. I was very glad that I always showered vigorously each morning.
In short from stripping me and getting me fully dresses took less than five minutes. I was so excited, if this meant She was taking me back I loved Her and loved the idea of this roleplay. But again She had much better plans, for Her perspective at least than bedroom play.
She sat down in my very plush office chair.
“Fetch me a drink sissy.” She said indicating my stash of quite expensive booze.
“Whisky 2 cubes of ice.” She said.
“Hey now wait a minute please can we slow down a little.” I had finally found me voice albeit very tremulously.
“No we may not sissy, and furthermore from now on you will refer to me as Mistress or Miss in private, and curtsy when spoken too, do you understand maid?.”
I didn’t know what to say but I was so turned on I just nodded.
She kept looking at me not saying anything, until I realized my error.
“err Yes Miss, Mistress.”
“Now with a curtsy, maid.”
I curtsied awkwardly, She looked slightly amused.
“Deeper sissy.” She told me
I curtsied deeper and blushed as I felt the butt plug squidge in my bottom.
“Better, but now curtsy and say thank You.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied feeling the butt plug squelch again, shje smiled as I blushed.
“Now come here sissy and I will explain a few things to you just for starters, is that clear sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“See you are learning already, doesn’t that feel good.” She said and paused, until I realized what was expected of me and curtsied again.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She took the drink from my trembling fingers.
Very matter of factly She explained to me how She and Her lawyers had enacted a hostile takeover of my company and all my personal assets. While I had been too busy thinking about masturbating or flirting with your secretaries to notice. It was now a fait accompli and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it, didn’t I ever read or even look at what I was signing online? She asked knowing that I used the company lawyers who had been in league with Her for that.
She now owned everything and I was penniless, in fact I was massively personally indebted to Her and Her company. Even I worked all my life 24/7 in the most high paying role possible, or somehow inherited another 100 nearly blue chip companies like the one I from my parents I couldn’t pay off what I had signed for. I had even signed over my UBI payments
My only option to avoid a life of penury on the streets was to come home with Her and be Her sissy housemaid, and I didn’t realize at the time kept in permanent chastity and feminized. But moreover I had also inadvertently signed a sissy contact with Her, so I had literally no options.
Despite realizing all this I was still desperately aroused by the whole experience and She knew it as She explained that my new life would be like: Housework, surely that wouldn’t be too bad with all the modern labour saving devices. Corporal punishment, surely that couldn’t be too painful or at least would only be a short duration. And 24/7 chastity, surely that would only make being unlocked that much more satisfying. How naive I was, the biggest thing that worried me at the time was Her telling me that rather than using epilating creams, I would waxed all over, which sounded rather painful.
“Oh it can be, but its so worth it.” She smiled.
I’m sure She mentioned forced femme and hormones (sometimes called sissymoans, or whoremoans) , forced bi, and eventually hormonal/chemical gelding too, but there was just so much to take in and I was so horny.
Then to sign or seal the deal She put me across Her lap and spanked me for my earlier behaviour. She
was surprisingly strong and Her hand surprisingly hard, the spanking hurt quite a lot or was it because I was so aroused at the time. In any case although the thought of being kept under strict discipline and punishment was highly erotically charged sissies always fear it terribly. Just the mention of the cane makes us nearly wet ourselves with fright, not that we ever dare pee without permission. And being told to fetch the crop feels like your whole world has stopped, you are numb stricken with fear. Mistress tells me its very delicious and dominating watching the colour drain from Her sissy.
Again another variant: She had me bend over holding my
ankles, gagged me this time with Her still warm panties and caned me with a
thin crooked handled rattan cane, 6 firm strokes. There would however be plenty
of caning and cropping later.
I was positively blubbing by the time She was done, and this was only my first time.
“And don’t think I have done punishing you, nor that I have in any way forgiven or forgotten, your behaviour.” She waited patiently, was She rolling Her eyes ?
“Yes Miss, thank
You
She smiled satisfied, for now.
To finalize my shame, although it was already very finalized. I was led tottering on the high heels of my maids boots out of the office in front of everyone. Miss stopped me in front of Miss Victoria & Miss Victoria so I could curtsy to them, say goodbye and apologize for my earlier naughty inappropriate curiosity.
They both smiled so sweetly that I strained in my chastity cage, and told me it was ok and that they were sure I would be learning to behave more appropriately in the future. I was spared curtsying to the other Ladies or smirking Men in the office as Mistress told me to stand at the back of the room facing the wall in silence. When I stopped instinctively and almost opened my mouth to protest She warned me.
“Unless you want to go over my knee again for another spanking sissy.”
“No Miss, please no Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied.
“Well then face the wall while I talk to the important people in the room sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
There was some humiliating laughter especially when the women and the Men in the office saw my
reddened rump from my earlier spanking, this dress was so scandalously short. There was no sympathy for me though. Men who became willingly or unwittingly sissies were asking for it and deserved all they got, in the vanilla publics eye. At this point I was just another sissy bimbo, pathetic in the Womens eyes and even more pathetic in the Mens eyes. For my part I still thought this was an elaborate game and I would have a massive orgasm when She unlocked me later.
She told everyone that their jobs and positions were absolutely safe and that She would be in the office, Her office my old office tomorrow to take a firm hold of the reins properly. But business as usual if not better, there was some applause and chatter and then drinks were handed out.
Another variant: is me handing out & serving
drinks and curtsying to everyone, before facing the wall again while Mistress made Her impromptu speech.
After what seemed like an eternity waiting facing the wall, with a snap of Her fingers, She called me and led me out of the office and down to parking lot. To where my beloved, & now Her sports car was waiting. At the car I was instructed to get in the passenger seat, I would not be driving ever again, sissies are not allowed.
Cruising out of the car park She flipped down Her sunglasses and lit a cigarette. She drove rather faster than I had ever really dared to, and rather more in control than I had ever been. At one point I wanted to say something, anything really, to tell Her how much I loved Her now, but She just pressed a finger to my lips and shushed me.
“Be quiet until spoken to sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
She smiled.
She was taking me off to my new life in service to Her. I was to be Her housemaid in strict domesticity and purdah. Living on the mainland as Femtopia residents referred to their host countries for some time in the privacy of Her home and the FLR Femdom-Hotwife communities. Before She relocated us to Femtopia. She took up citizenship I was simply imported as Her property, in Her service.
If life before Femtopia as Her housemaid felt very domesticated and constrictive, surreal as Her life
continued as normal. The Femtopia’s, as much as they were totally liberating for Ladies are an ultra Stepford for sissies, we were allowed absolutely zero freedom & rights, and had to mince about prettily always smiling for our superiors blissfully subjugated and in chastity. And the hormones made us love feeling so submissively contented and fulfilled, always aching to please Mistress and any superior, in any way possible, and Mistress sexually.
Shortly after we arrived I was hormonally gelded & grew hormonally induced breasts to complete or rather continue my feminization, as hormones and estrogen treatment are ongoing constantly. All sissies in Femtopia must be gelded within 3 months, if they have not been snipped already. You might assume that this would have lessened my aching throbbing libido but quite the opposite instead it heightened my constant need considerably and continued to do so.
Financially and socially She had retained all the companies, personal wealth and assets but moved on to a very influential role in Femtopia administration with a view to progress to a government position. I simply continued to be Her chastitymaid and housemaid. With my new breasts which where only between B & C cups, (the hormones can only do so much) Mistress made me constantly jiggle them for Her and Her guests, as well as wiggle my nicely rounded but still firm tight little bottom, as I hurried about.
This was very embarrassing and even though in truth they were not very big. I felt like they were huge, especially in the very tight and effective push up bra. Mistress had lots of guests over for drinks and although I had not been forced bi as yet the Men all looked at me with their eyes full off quite lewd intent, and didn’t hesitate to slap and pinch my bottom as I hurried about serving drinks. I would say predatorily but in my case soon enough I would
there at a snap of their fingers. It was quite distressing and when my face dropped in dismay when I knew She might be having Ladies, and their boyfriends over Mistress just laughed and told me I must always curtsy and say thank you.
All 6 of us followed or rather preceded the Man through the foyer and towards the elevator. Security checked His pass, it was rather perfunctory as everyone knew everyone in the office building, it kind of gave the reception guards something to do. We weren’t given passes though, we wouldn’t be allowed to leave until one of the superiors signed us out to the taxi driver at the end of the day. It was the first time I had been in an office since the day Mistress put me in panties. in fact since then I had only ever been in Mistresses house, or one of Her friends houses when Mistress was away on short business trips.
And I had only met a couple of other sissies, more experienced maids, when I had a sleep over so to speak. I hadn’t had the experience of the clubs where some sissies are feminized and trained, nor the hotels (as yet) where
sissies serve as chambermaids, both domestically and sexually, while their Mistresses were on longer holidays. I had been told about these experiences by the other sissies in scandalized whispers, especially the forced bi experience. But far my only sexual experience had been with Mistress serving Her orally or Her penetrating me with Her strap on. Needless to say my hopes of being unlocked and cumming never came to fruition.
When I did stay over in other Mistresses houses often that Mistresses lover would use the sissy orally and anally, and not very discretely at all I would be told to wait and serve drinks, or face the wall, maybe just to continue with the housework. I did often have to help the other sissy clean up afterwards, but I was never called on to lick the Masters cock clean, though He would often tease me and ask if I wanted some cream, making me blush furiously. Similarly the Mistress might enjoy Her sissies tongue while I was in the room, or maybe masturbate while I faced the wall, squirming with embarrassment and excitement. Listening to the wet sounds of Her pleasure, and freshening up the air in the room afterwards.
In Femtopia in most circumstances sissies and especially gelded sissies refer to real Men as Master,
unless circumstances or He says otherwise. For example all the Men in the office were referred to as Sir, unless we were performing ‘special’ intimate duties.
So this was the first time I had been in a professional environment for quite some time, maybe a year or too, although I had completely lost track of time, due to the hormones and my 365, 24/7 routine of housework and menial chores. I only ever knew it was the weekend when Mistress was at home a little longer in the mornings before She went out to have fun with Her friends and lovers. Most superiors do a 4 or 3 day week here, if they choose to. But a lot of superiors are wealthy enough to never to lift a finger ever again.
The floor of the foyer was marble or was it polished stone, in any case the pitter patter of our heels was disconcertingly loud on the surface. The security just sat watching us. They seemed to have a very easy job just sitting behind their desk, mainly watching TV on their computer screens or chatting. Light recreational drug use was perfectly acceptable
and the coffee was often laced or topped with cocaine sprinkles, and cannabis cigarettes to pass the day. There was no need for them to be there really but some people like to keep active and socialize at work and the wages were very generous for them.
We tottered into the lift behind the Man who had collected us, or again preceded Him even though it felt like we were following him, each of us trying to avoid a slap on the bottom as He hurried us along. I realized later that although it was distressing for the sissies it was also a often little game vying jealously for His attention until they felt the stinging slap.
We all kept our eyes lowered below His belt line respectfully and submissively in the elevator and as He led us into the main office area and to our little cluster of desks, all the Ladies and Men had their own offices but there was rather a bustle and hustle in the central area. We all sat down at our little
desks. The chairs were rather hard and uncomfortable, not swivel chairs either, just enough for us to perch prettily on. Each sissy carefully placed her decanter and cup on her desk, it was actually a small bottle of their Mistresses pee, and if we ran out the office Ladies could give us a refill. We didn’t have any computers or keyboards or anything at all useful. In fact I wondered what I was supposed to be doing all day. Until with a snap of the fingers I was told to fetch coffee for one of the superiors. And there was lots of paperwork to be carried back and forth from the printers and filed. There was actually no need for this as all offices were paperless and my filing was just reshuffled back and forth, as long as I looked pretty doing it. All the office draws were low down and I had to bend over to do the filing, it was very obvious were just there to be eye candy, and not just eye candy.
There was also lots of cleaning to be done, not as much as at home as there seemed to be these little robotic things discretely whirring about, cleaning and polishing the floors, as it would have been slightly inconvenient for the superiors having maids on all fours in a busy office. But there were lots of surfaces that needed cleaning and polishing. And lots of little things that needed us to fetch a dustpan and brush for. But we were not allowed to kneel to use these we had to stand
straight and bend over at the waist, exposing our bottoms. Quite often we mighty get a slap on the bottom, usually from the Sirs, which meant we would have to stand up and curtsy thanking Him before starting again. Or stand up straight and apologize for being in His way, and thank Him for correcting me, with another curtsy.
There was no actual need for a physical office location as all the work done here was either creative or decision making, AI had made all those menial office tasks completely automated. So the main purpose of the office space was networking, brainstorming and schmoozing. The Ladies did all of the strategic decision making and top level creative input in Femtopia. The Men, the less important roles some of the technical decisions and creative work. But they were there mainly because the women liked big strong decisive Men to have around, flirt with and have sex with, even if they weren’t really allowed to make many real decisions. And the Men for their part liked to flirt and have sex with the beautiful Ladies. It made for a nice social dynamic in the office, rather like the TV series Ad Men. And as bonus there were the sissy secretaries always ready to perform ‘special’ duties for the Men.
There were glass ceilings here, naturally none for the women, a top level political strategic level ceiling
for the Men, and a wooden ceiling for the sissies, under Sirs desk for fellatio.
In some offices but not many there were sissy secretaries who served the Ladies sexually too, but not many and it seemed not this one. Sometimes the Ladies liked to have one of the Men in His or Hers office, doors and blinds closed. The glass walls were remarkably sound proof when the doors were closed. And afterwards one of us would need to go and freshen the room. It was quite exciting and frustrating for us to enter the room stinking of sex and desire to clean and freshen it for the superior.
If one off the sissies was in the office serving one of the Men or being caned by one of the Ladies the doors were often left open so everyone could hear and enjoy (the superiors at least) what was happening.
Mistress had initially toyed with the idea of naming me sissy-emily, but She quickly changed Her mind and settled on just referred to me as sissy or maid, I was also to refer to myself in the third person as much as was practical. Sissies do not deserve a name of their own and especially not one to keep, or a Real Womans name. For the office we were all given different
bimboish stripper names so we could be called & told what to do easily. For example one of the secretaries was named candi, another lulu, and so on, I was named cherri. This was on our name tags and handed out on a daily basis. The name tags were little cartoons rather than in writing as the hormones and treatments have made reading and sums just a fuzzy, hazy mystery to us all. Cherri was a popular name but it also had a greater significance for me as I was still virginal never having been used by a Sir or Master as yet.
Many Mistresses send their sissies to be sissy secretaries, as comeuppance for some earlier behaviours when the sissy thought they were a man, or to expose them to forced-bi. Many Mistress don’t want to bother with this process themselves, or don’t find it entertaining, at least the training aspect of it. And many Mistresses were in sapphic relationships but kept a sissy housemaid. Even it if was an all female plus effeminate household it was still desirable for sissy to be sexually submissive to a dominant male. Putting sissies under male domination, especially sexual was seen as an excellent way to firmly put and keep a sissy in her place, submissive and obedient. And Mistress tells me the cunnilingus is just delightful after a sissy been penetrated with a strap on and that much better after the
sissy has performed fellatio for a Real Man, and exceptionally expediential after sissy has been fucked by a real throbbing cock.
Besides which, most Mistresses liked to be good hosts when one of their friends pops in for drinks with a lover in tow, sissy can serve the guests drinks and refreshments, then entertain the Man while the Ladies chat. Mistress had also told me that She intends to be taking longer extended
vacations, 10 or longer weeks annual leave is considered the minimum allowance, and business trips from now on so I would be serving in the hotels while She was away.
Mostly in the first part of the morning I had been fetching coffee for the Ladies and Men as they milled around in the social area. It would have easy for them to take coffee themselves but so much nicer to have us sissies serve them and curtsy thanking them for being permitted to serve the superiors, there was lots of wiping up and polishing to be done. The Men seemed to crowd round me so closely, completely in my personal space I felt so very small and intimidated both physically and sexually. Especially when the Men liked to brush against me with their very large bulges.
Halfway through the morning I was told to take coffee to one of the offices. It was the office for head of the department and the overall office supervisor. I was slightly frightened, not having seen the lady arrive the door and the blinds were closed as I stood outside the door and knocked quietly, and then waited, and waited.
“Enter sissy.” I heard, I looked round surprised before I realized there was a little speaker just above the door, which made me feel even sillier.
I entered the room and curtsied with one hand the other was holding the serving tray. Sometimes I must
curtsy on one hand then swap to the other. But not today.
“Just bring it here sissy.” She told me, I recognized Her voice, and couldn’t help myself but try to glance up for a second, but just managed to stop myself in time. My glance did catch the thin springy cane standing in the corner, behind Her though. I must have shivered, I heard Her chortle.
“Put the coffee here sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied
“And you may look up for moment sissy.”
“Oh Yes Miss,
thank You
I gasped and She
smiled coolly at me, it was Miss
“Ohh hello Miss, thank you Miss.” I was trembling now
“I see you remember me sissy ?” She said taking a sip of Her coffee and lighting a cigarette.
Why did almost everyone have to smoke here it was one of the non sexual vanilla things I missed most
cigarettes and tasty coffee. And especially a smoke in the mornings are when I was feeling anxious. Cigarettes and nicotine like most recreational drugs have been neutered by science now, only the pleasure remained. But sissies are not allowed these little pleasures.
“Yes Miss Vi…Yes
Miss, thank You
“Oh that’s a little naughty sissy.” She said glancing behind Her at the cane. “But I suppose you couldn’t really help it, so I shan’t punish you just yet.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied gratefully relieved until I registered the ‘just yet’
“And I think for old times you may call me Miss Victoria, ooh wait or better still Miss Vikki, that will be nicely instructive for you.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.” I curtsied again. Somehow being allowed to use Her name like that made Her feel even more superior to me. Mistress had also obviously arranged all this specially for my training.
“I do hope you are going to be a good girl here cherri, some of the Men can be quite demanding.”
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.”
“Working hard and very obediently ?”
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.”
“Because if I do have to punish you I will do sissy and trust me it will hurt you much more than it does
me.”
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.”
“In fact I don’t normally name my office canes (most Mistresses named their personal whips and canes) but for you we can call this one Miss Charli.” She said picking up the cane and flexing it slightly, it was slightly thicker than Mistresses usual springy cane and looked more painful. Mistress liked to use a thicker cane then the springy cane as a follow up, or the springy cane on its own as a hurry or emphasis cane.
“Oh, Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.” I curtsied.
She smiled.
“I can see the little thoughts jostling around in that empty little air head of yours sissy, this is so much more confusing for you than your housework isn’t it sissy ?”
“Yes it is Miss Vikki, sorry Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.”
She leaned over and brought Her monitor screen out of sleep mode, then tapped the keys a couple of
times. There was a pause then a connection screen and another familiar face popped into view. It was Miss Charlotte.
“Hello Miss, thank You Mis….” Miss Vikki, stopped me
“Miss Charli, no need to be so formal sissy, until I tell you to be again.”
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki, hello Miss Charli, thank You Miss Charli.” I curtsied to the image on screen.
“Oh how lovely to see you, what a surprise.” It obviously wasn’t a surprise for Her either. “I see your curtsy has improved sissy, much prettier and more pathetic too.”
“Yes Miss Charli, thank You Miss Charli.”
Miss Charli panned the camera on Her screen out a little, to show me Her office it was very much like my old office, or at least appeared to be at first glance. Actually it wasn’t but was very similar Miss Charli had been appointed acting MD of my old company by my Mistress, but had relocated Her offices to Femtopia The company had also branched out from engineering lubricants into manufacturing sex lubes and sex toys, who knew there was such demand for toys to fuck sissies with. So much profit that the company was now very nearly a blue chip company.
“Oh don’t tax that pretty little head of yours too much, Miss Charli’s office is only a couple of blocks down. She will be coming over sometime maybe later today, or perhaps later in the week and you can say hello in person. And you can kiss Her bottom, as you may mine in greeting.” Miss Vikki told me. Mistress and most Mistresses Her liked their sissies to curtsy and kiss their bottoms, when greeting or saying goodbye to them. Respectfully once on each cheek, before standing and curtsying a second time.
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.”
“Bye for now
“You too
my name tag. “Bye cherri, what a sweet...” She smiled “and appropriate name.”
“Yes Miss Charli , thank You Miss Charli.” I curtsied to screen but She was already gone.
“Well that was a nice trip down memory lane for you sissy wasn’t it.”
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.”
“But I have important things to be getting on with now, so you may go and try to make yourself useful.”
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.”
“We do like our office girls to be more than just a pretty face and a pretty bottom.”
Actually that was pretty much all we were supposed to be.
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.”
“Run along now sissy, oh and before you go open the blinds half way.”
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.” I hurried out of the office with a curtsy and back to my hard little office chair.
Some of the other office girls were elsewhere and when they came back, were looking rather flushed, one of them had clearly been caned or spanked. Naively I hoped that wasn’t going to happen to me, I was going to try to be a good girl. There was lots of rushing about with papers and little cleaning jobs to be done, I was feeling just as flustered and breathless as I was at home with all my housework. But it was nice to chatter quietly excitedly with the other sissies, when they weren’t busy elsewhere. And it would be lunchtime soon.
Sissies love to gossip and share fantasies, one of the furtive things we so enjoyed was the slavegirl stories, pretty slavegirls serving Masters. I was surprised Mistresses allowed this as the stories were quite sexist and demeaning in tone to the slavegirls but Mistress told me
the very submissive slavegirls in their Masters harems and chains were such bimbo’s and were just like sissies really. We loved recounted the stories and adding details about the pretty silks and perfumes and especially salacious details. And the slavegirls also got to orgasm clinging to their Masters moaning in surrender to Him impaled on His throbbing pleasure. In truth I really wasn’t sure what excited us or me the most, thinking about being the Master, or one of the slavegirls and being allowed to cum, or cumming for Master. It was all very confusing and we would all get so excited at the climax, so to speak, of the stories. And then realizing we wouldn’t be allowed to cum.
Mistress and the other Ladies used to listen in a laugh about the stories and how breathlessly excited we used to get, and how we would often gasp when the story finished with the slavegirl coming submissively blissfully for her Master. And we would be left breathlessly squeezing our thighs tightly together. In fact the Misses seemed to enjoy timing the stories so they could come along and sharply tell us to hurry on with our office work or chores just at the climax.
The superiors would mostly go out to restaurants for lunch but they would also congregate in some of the rooftop seating areas to chat and smoke. To my delight the office sissies were also to join them, for our own little break. But also so we could fetch coffee and snacks, clean up for the Real Men & Real Women as they chatted and relaxed. We were allowed outside it was so lovely to feel the fresh air and some of the warm sunlight, even if we were expected to mainly sit in the rather humid sheltered area.
At home the only time Mistress allowed me outside is when I was serving Her in the garden or when She was in the pool. And then as soon as I had served I had to rush back inside. Although not all but most sissies were white, the preferred (and engineered by the treatments) look for sissies was pale creamy skin, that blushed very easily. Blushed or flushed in addition especially on the décolletage around the upper and rear thighs with fluster or sexual excitement. So keeping us in the shade and untanned was highly desirable. That and denying housemaids these small pleasures reminded us that we were in service and for the pleasure of our owners.
We weren’t allowed to be out in the sun for very long but nonetheless it was lovely to be outside for a short while. We all sat together sipping slowly on our cups of our Mistresses pee, although most of the secretaries had, had a top up by now, I hadn’t as yet.
Miss Vikki came
out onto the veranda with a very handsome strong looking
Man that made other albeit attractive lesser Men feel envious, even sexually attracted to. That in truth was generally the same for most of the Men here. They were carefully vetted for Femtopia and the wider FLR scene. They were eye candy and friends with benefits for the Mistresses. As much as we were albeit they could cum and generally enjoyed plenty of sex with the gorgeous real women, and the submissive sissies.
They sat together in the sun and Miss Vikki called me over.
“Fetch us both coffee cherri, I will have plain white, but a double shot.”
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.”
He raised His eyebrow and looked at me for a second, but only barely. If I hadn’t been so sissified I might have wondered why He wasn’t more surprised by me being allowed to use a superiors name.
“Espresso for me sissy.” He said offhandedly
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I curtsied again.
Fortunately the coffee machine made perfect coffee, and even made pretty chocolate patterns on cappuccinos, sometimes the sprinkles were slightly roasted cocaine powder too for an extra boost. I hurried back with the drinks on the serving tray. Miss Vikki and Sir were laughing as I returned. They both took their coffees and the Man patted His knee and told me to sit. I was very surprised and embarrassed, although Mistress had lots of female and male guests, I had never been asked or told to sit on a mans knee. Nonetheless I didn’t dare disobey Him. My PVC skirt hitched up my thighs as I perched on His knee, He seemed even bigger and more masculine this close.
“Do stop fussing sissy, and eyes down.” He told me as I desperately tried to pull the skirt lower.
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whispered in a rather too high pitched squeak of a whisper.
“That’s better sissy.” He told me patronizingly.
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
Miss Vikki told Him all about when She was one of my office girls, laughing about the details and laughing how She and Miss Charlotte had teased and flirted with me when I thought I was being clever and manly flirting with them. How all the other office Ladies used to laugh at how desperate I was and how Miss Adele (my Mistress) used to keep me on a not so invisible leash,. It had been invisible for me at the time, but now with hindsight I could see just how taut it was.
I was used to being told what to do and being talked about as if I wasn’t there, but being on His lap made it so extra humiliating. He patted my bottom soothingly, it didn’t help.
“Oh and he or rather she, or was it really s/he ?” Miss Vikki almost giggled “Used to pester me and Charlotte about oral and anal sex all the time.”
This was so unfair I had asked very shyly about it once, but I didn’t dare correct Her.
“Is that so sissy ?” He asked me in a firm voice
“Yes Sir, I did Sir, sorry Sir, thank You Sir.”
“Are these acceptable subjects for a sissy to discuss with a Real Woman sissy ?”
“Yes Sir, no Sir it isn’t, please forgive me Sir thank You Sir.”
“I suppose it is understandable for sissies to be curious, especially when they are not allowed these considerable pleasures themselves.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I was nearly crying with relief at His seemingly benign tone
“But you may come along to my office later for a little correction, and I help answer some of your silly questions sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whispered foolishly innocently.
Until Miss Vikki laughed, and He patted my bottom rather firmly.
“Just sit here quietly for now sissy and do try to stop blushing, you are making me feel hot just looking at you.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“But not as bothered and flustered as little cherri will be.” Miss Vikki smiled lifting my chin with Her well manicured nails.
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.”
“But you will be a good girl for Thomas wont you sissy ?.”
“Yes Miss Vikki, thank You Miss Vikki.”
“Oh she will be and she will say ‘Thank you Master’ rather prettily I am sure, wont you sissy ?.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“In fact go and tell the rest off the girls that you will be finishing your lunch early, and you can go and stand outside my office, waiting facing the wall of course.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I curtsied.
“Yes Miss Vikki, goodbye Miss Vikki thank You Miss Vikki.” I curtsied to Miss.
“Toodle-pip run along now sissy.”
I hurried back to the other sissies they all giggled shocked and scandalized, also I realized later jealous.
No matter how much attention a sissy gets and how much she says she detests and how beastly She protests it and He is she, is always jealous if another sissy is chosen.
I waited outside His office for the rest of the lunch period and when He did finally return to His desk, He kept me waiting for another longer period while He chatted on the phone casually, not really about business but just idly arranging his afternoon and evening after work. Eventually He called me in. There was no need to close the door sissy He told me.
“Come here and tell me again what you were always asking Miss Vikki about sissy, and why that was very naughty and inappropriate for a sissy to be curious about such things ?.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
He leant back in His chair His hand resting on my bottom as I confessed my shame again to Him.
“It is acceptable for a sissy to ask her Mistress about oral sex and about penetration, but that is very different isn’t it sissy,”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“And for a sissy to ask a Master about such things too, especially when she is bringing Him a drink.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“But sissy should always be respectful and obedient, curiosity and especially prurient curiosity is not becoming in a sissy, is it sissy ?.”
“Yes Sir, no its is not Sir, thank You Sir.”
“Get across my lap sissy.” He told me
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I was very frightened now but hurriedly obeyed.
From His draw He produced a belt and cuffs set. White patent leather, similar to the pink set Mistress used when She pegged me, or punished me with the crop, sometimes for the cane too. She had also increasingly started to put me in the belt for oral. Although for both of the latter She varied between curtsy cuffs, where I would have to keep my fingers holding the hem of my dress as if about to curtsy, and actual physical cuffs.
He pulled my panties down and bunched them in His strong looking hands.
“These are very warm and sissy fusty, have you ever been spanked by a Real Man before sissy.”
“Yes Sir, no Sir I haven’t Sir, thank You Sir.”
“Well I suppose cherri is a very good name for you today then isn’t it sissy cherri ?.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
He pushed the panties into my mouth and drew back His very large hand. The first stinging blow took any resistance or attempt at control or self respect from me as it forced the air out of my lungs. Then the second and a third, and He just kept going. Unlike Mistress, and as it would turn out other Ladies who preferred 6 with the cane, and then maybe a further six, He just kept on spanking until He was satisfied and I was squealing with pain and distress, blubbering for pity into the pantie gag. What made it so much worse was that I knew He could feel my tiny chastity lock on His thigh as He spanked me.
Outside the office there were interested glances, but no-one seemed to be paying any or much attention.
But when He was finally finished there was some cheering and applause from the other men, which stung any sense of semblance I had left, terribly but not anywhere nearly as much as smarting glow from the spanking.
He pushed me off His lap and released me from the cuffs and ungagged me.
“Put those back on sissy and fetch me a coffee.” He told me handing me my panties.
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“And you may call me Master for the time being sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whimpered almost simpered as I curtsied.
He pulled back the elastic on my panties, then let is snap back against my inflamed rump. I squealed in surprise and stinging pain
“And do tidy yourself up sissy, unless you want to go back over my knee.” He told me.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered and curtsied trying to smooth my tiny skirt and pull it down a little more.
“Oh and fetch me glass of lemon infused water, with my coffee, I am a little thirsty.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
No-one seemed to pay me any attention as I hurried to fetch Masters drinks, but I felt like everyone was looking at me, looking at my stinging bottom the red rawness on my thighs, for a second and just for a moment I thought I was relieved to back in His office. He told me I didn’t need to close the door again and I was to kneel between His legs. He did thoughtfully provided me with a thin heart shaped PVC cushion, just like the one I knelt on at home for Mistresses pleasure, to protect my stockings rather than my knees. This one was white, or rather ivory, like the cuffs set that He locked my wrists securely at the small of my back again in. there wasn’t any design in the colour He just liked white.
He was already bulging in His trousers, in my face, as He unzipped them. And oh He was so big and swollen already. Real Men always seem so big and thick to sissies, it is partially the auto conditioning, and also because in Femtopia males need to be at least 8” to be considered for citizenship, and many use enhancements to make themselves even bigger. I couldn’t help but gasp aloud.
“Now for some oral practical sissy, or that practical oral.” I wasn’t really a question.
“Yes Master, please Master I have never pleased a Real Man before Master, thank You Master.”
“That is ok, but you were always curious about oral weren’t you sissy, just not in the way you might have expected.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“You may start by kissing & licking me and making me fully hard.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I looked up trembling. He wasn’t fully hard or erect already ?!.
He shifted in His seat and eased His massive balls out of His trousers. I gasped again at how big and full
they looked. Real Men here are generally manscaped, the Mistresses prefer it, and it has the effect of making them seem even bigger when He is in your face.
“Look up while you are kissing me sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
The taste of Him was overwhelming as was the heat of aroused His cock and balls. I was nearly gagged on it already before I kissed Him and licked Him, as He grew very hard and seemed to start throbbing. I kept looking up at Him obediently trying to show Him how much I wanted to please Him, how much I loved pleasing Him. Even if I hated every moment, Mistress insisted that I must always show Her guests both male and female how much I wanted to serve them and how happy I was, in every aspect of my service. It would be totally disrespectful and naughty to be otherwise and I would be fetching the crop immediately for any reluctance or hesitancy.
And She had told me acting so visibly like I loved it would make me come to love and crave it in no time at all. No matter how much I protested and continued with the pretence it was still forced bi.
“Kiss my balls sissy, you may suck them slowly.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered obeying.
“Now you may kiss upwards along my shaft, kiss my veins then suck on my head.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered as I kissed His pulsing veins then His swollen insistent glans.”
I found myself filled with self condescendingly gratitude as He slowly guided me, and instructed me, my mouth downwards, parting what Mistress called my fellatio pout with His glans.
But I also knew what to do from the sissy radio. Miss usually allows me to have the sissy channel on while She is out, unless I am being punished. We are not allowed the TV or internet or newspapers. But sissy radio is a mushy mix of very hot sexy love songs very slushy and chosen to make us ache with desire, plus tips and techniques for housework. There is woman’s hour, actually frequently throughout the day, with tips for cunnilingus and tips for how to maximize a Mistresses pleasure when pegging us. But there were also Men’s hour with lots of fellatio tips. I had always found these tips to be very arousing, and frustrating of course, imagining myself as the recipient, now all of a sudden I realized how silly I had been, but they were very instructive, tips like licking and even lip nibbling His frenulum and sucking the glans.
Also when I stayed over with other sissies I had seen them giving the Master of the house His welcome home BJ, and the sissies would giggle and share furtive little techniques and tips with me while I blushed.
“Now bob slowly up and down deeper and deeper sissy, and bob and squelch up and down on you plug too, keep the rhythm sissy.”
I couldn’t reply because I was bobbing my mouth, my glossy lips, around His cock. I kept on going slightly deeper with each bob so that His glans were fully in my mouth now. Then all of a sudden a spasm and jerk, a hot salty, but slightly sweet splash.
He had spurted precum in my mouth and on my lips. Even His precum was much more than my little pre chastity squirts. I looked up anxiously, in fright, was I not pleasing Him properly, had Her cum too soon, was I going to be punished, spanked again.
But He took a sip of His lemon water and smiled “You may swallow that little treat sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
“Isn’t that a perfect drink for a chastity sissy, a Real Mans precum, while your Master enjoys a refreshing drink, maybe a cold beer?.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
I gulped and swallowed, He reached down and took a hold of the back of my head, a fistful of my hair.
Not roughly but still firmly, as started to push deep into my mouth. I gasped and spluttered at His insistence as His glans were fully past my lips. Then gagging and nearly choking as He pushed ever deeper and ever more insistently. I was spluttering and gagging desperate for Him to stop. Didn’t He care, then I realized He was actually enjoying it as His cock was nearly at the back of my throat, His balls were slapping on my chin. All I could do was as Mistress had taught me on Her strap on to try to make swallowing motions to stop the gagging. But it was so different on a real throbbing animated cock, and it was just seemingly pulling Him deeper and deeper. I realized I was still bobbing my head slightly on Him and keeping suction, and that I was still bobbing up and down on my dildo.
The choking, sucking bobbing up and down, back and forward, His thrusting and load sighs of pleasure seemed to go on forever, and I was also getting very sexually aroused. Then He seemed to stiffen and spasm momentarily before with a load groan He exploded in my mouth, a thick stream of cum. Filling my mouth and then spurting into my face a thick sticky slimy orgasm. Then He was done and sat back in His chair looking down at me, I knew I was not allowed to swallow any of His cum without permission.
“Keep bobbing on your plug like a good little bimbo, sissy.” He told me lighting a cigarette, and taking a gulp of His coffee.
I was still choking at His feet desperate to swallow His cum seemed to be so thick and sticky and growing ever more so in my mouth.
“Come up here sissy.” He said patting His knee. I tried to rise gracefully and prettily but my knees felt weak, He guided me and patted my bottom.
“Do you need to swallow sissy. Is it too much for you ?” I bobbed my head desperately.
“But I haven’t allowed it yet have I sissy.” I bobbed my head again
“Very well, you may swallow now sissy.” He told me.
Gasping it took me three gulps before He stopped me, my mouth still, felt thick, my lips still sticky with Him.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I said.
“Doesn’t that feel good, making a Real Man cum like that, sissy when you are nicely locked up like a good girl, so you can please me fully ?.”
“And so much more appropriate than bothering a Real Lady with your naughty questions.”
“After all curiosity is unbecoming in a sissy, isn’t it sissy ?”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered
“Especially naughty prurient curiosity isn’t it sissy?”
“Yes Master, please Master may I ask did I please you Master ? thank You Master.” I whispered.
He didn’t reply just patted my bottom.
“I think that s all for now sissy.” He told me releasing me from the cuffs and lifting me off His lap.
“You may clean the chair sissy, then fix your makeup and tidy your hair.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I was nearly in tears, even though I felt totally humiliated and emasculated, I wanted to cling to Him for a few moment, maybe for a tiny scrap of approval.
“Hurry along now sissy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied
“Oh and close the door properly on your way out, I would like a little privacy.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered and curtsied.
I closed the door and walked back to the sissy seating area, it felt like a walk of shame. All the other sissies bar one were there and smiled at me, which made me well with even more tears.
“Don’t cry cherri at least He didn’t spank you again.”
“He must have been pleased with you.”
“It was only your first time, I’m sure you will be better the next time.”
“With the next Sir.”
I reached for my little bottle but then saw it was empty and burst into tears.
One of the Ladies walked over, the sissies all went quiet.
“Whatever is the matter sissy ?” She asked then saw my bottle.
“Oh never mind about that I will give you a refill.”
She returned with my bottle now full of Her warm slightly frothy pee.
“Have a nice little drink sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied and sipped the drink gratefully, then realized it was another woman’s, not my Mistresses, pee.
“Oh don’t fret sissy, its just a little taste of estrogen to take away, well mix with the taste of a Real Man. Your Mistress wont mind.” She told me.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
She walked off satisfied. I glanced over at Miss Vikki’s office, the door was closed but the blinds weren’t and I could see Master Thomas in there chatting and laughing with Her, they seemed to be talking with someone else on the computer screen too. All day I could still taste and smell Him in my mouth, feel Him in my mouth, His hands in my hair. His flat palms on my bottom.
“Oh cherri you must have enjoyed sucking him a little bit, look.” Lulu whispered to me, pointing out the tiny stain in my panties where I had leaked. Not always but I often leaked when licking Mistress, or having dreams about Her, but I never felt it, just the slight dampness afterwards.
The other secretaries giggled as I blushed, then one of the girls candi reached out and put a finger into my shirt on my cleavage, and wiped up a glob of cum I had missed on her finger.
“Oh you should be very careful one of the office Misses doesn’t see that, or you will get the cane.” She told me in very serious voice.
“But you do get a nice taste to remember sucking Him by.” She said holding the finger to my lips, I licked Her finger and quick as a flash She flicker tongue out and licked the other side.
“Finders sharers cherri.” She smiled looking like the cat who got the cream.
The other sissies were very kind if a little envious, everyone remembers their first time they giggled. But you never get used to it, they told me not very reassuringly the treatments and auto conditioning made every time feel like your first time, in fact a super enhanced version of your first time. So that you looked up in awe at Him as you swallowed obediently and thanked Him, massaging His ego and enhancing His pleasure and satisfaction.
I could taste Him all day, that is until the taxi ride home, when the driver stopped at a small beach side spot and wanted to try the new girl. While the other sissies watched and squirmed. Then all I could taste was Him for the rest of the day, and remember His hard hands as He spanked me before His BJ perk.
Mistress wasn’t home when I arrived but the door opened for me and I hurried into my maids uniform and started to clean and tidy the house, washing the sheets and Mistresses lingerie. So everything was perfect for Her when She arrived home.
She arrived home slightly later than I was expecting but this wasn’t unusual. And I was desperate to attend to Her and talk to Her, but She just sat in the lounge with the patio doors open and after I brought Her a drink and fresh panties as She liked, when She returned home from work. She simply shushed me sent me back to the housework. Then the evening meal arrived and I was kept with the presentation, so couldn’t or didn’t dare rush to Her for reassurance. For a while I feared She might be planning on going out for the evening as She often did, but then She allowed me to undress Her and after She had a long evening bath. After I dried Her I dressed Her in one of the silk and lace negligees She wore to relax in the house. She never liked to wear panties in the evenings and knew how distracting I found seeing and smelling Her.
She supervised me toileting and having my enema and shower. Then getting dressed in my glossy pink babydoll nightie. I had to wear panties though as usual and the glossy fabric was double sided and very slippery. After I had done my nighttime makeup She told me to bring Her a drink and I could join Her in the living room. It was so lovely to be out of my maids boots or the office high heels, and just in my lacy socks, as I pattered quickly to the lounge and curtsied. She told me to kneel by Her side, then smiled and lifted Her legs over my shoulder, pulling me close to Her.
“Give me a nice orgasm sissy then you can tell me all about you day.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
She moaned loudly as waves of orgasm swept over Her, each seemingly more powerful and deeper than the last, until She finally subsided. I was still squelching on my plug, aching helplessly with need.
“Bring me another drink sissy, and a fresh negligee sissy, this one is quite damp.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I quickly obeyed.
I was now so desperate now to tell Her about my day. What Master Thomas, and the driver had done, how I didn’t like. How I somehow, & no matter how silly it seems now, for Her to say ‘its ok sissy if you don’t like you can say no’. But obviously She knew all about it already and as I tearfully told Her about Masters BJ. And all She asked was.
“Did you recognize the taste sissy ?.”
“What do you mean Miss ?, thank You Miss.” I was confused.
She laughed at the puzzled expression on my face and told me I might recognize the taste or smell from when I cleaned Her panties and there was sometimes some cum stains in the silk to be hand washed out, residue from Her dates. It was quite often what it was and the first time I had noticed and asked Her about it. She had sent me for the cane and told me it was none of my business to ask about that. And that if I was so curious I should kiss the stain before washing it and thank Her boyfriend for satisfying Her in a way that I never could, or would be allowed to. I always curtsied and kissed the crotch of Her panties respectfully before washing them individually. But my breath and kissing the dried cum, moisturized it and made it slimy and smelly again.
“Don’t you recognize the taste of Him sissy ?” She smiled.
She told me She had once been one of Her regular dates or liaisons for a while. But couldn’t remember if that was before the move to Femtopia or after.
And in truth I didn’t recognize the taste, I had been hand washing Her panties, since She put me in panties. and She had been cuckolding me, even though that isn’t quite the correct term for sissies, since the beginning of my service to Her. But after this incident She would enjoy teasing me asking me if I recognized the taste but I never did in all fairness, its just an overwhelming, sticky thick slimy taste, as much a smell as a taste. And once a sissy has tasted a Real Mans spurting or freshly spurted cum she never forgets the taste, smell the texture of manly pleasure.
I recall the first time I had been milked and being made to swallow my own induced leak, how weak and insipid it looked and tasted, Mistress friend smiling as I pulled slight face at the thought of swallowing my own cum, She deliberately misinterpreting my discomfort telling me in a comforting but mocking manner ‘don’t worry sissy it tastes much thicker and better from a Real Man, especially when its fresh warm, at least that’s what my own maid tells me.’ I was only milked a couple of times, before Mistress decided to deny me that very occasional (every few months or so) release too.
“Well tomorrow you must make sure you thank Him again and for Miss Vikki, for being so patient with you and for looking after you so well.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And be sure to always thank the Ladies who fill up your bottle for you sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Did you taste any difference sissy ?”
“Yes Miss, please Miss, no I did not taste any difference from yours Miss, but it did feel very different, thank You Miss.”
She laughed “Oh of course not, and yes it doesn’t really taste that different, not enough for sissies to
discern anyway, and yes of course you feel different, the sissies in my office tell me the same, if I fill their bottles.” She lifted my eyes up to Hers when She said this and smiled at the flash of jealousy I tried to hide, at the thought of another sissy drinking Her pee or performing any sort of duty for Her.
Drinking Her pee was an intimate act of submission, whereas drinking another Ladies was also an intimate act of submission but naturally much lesser in significance.
She patted my bottom, and took me to bed.
“But enough chit chat now sissy, I want to enjoy that hot little tongue again.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered happily, forgetting all about the nasty BJ’s for now.
She had another lovely long orgasm on my tongue, then heavenly I was allowed to sleep in Her bed tonight, spooning Her, till it was time for my chores in the morning. My nightie panties showed a definite little wet spot, when I changed into my maids uniform.
She allowed me to sit on Her bed again and drink a cup of tea in the morning.
“Don’t expect this every day sissy, I do like my own time to think about my day.” She told me.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I replied looking forlorn as She lit a cigarette and turned to Her phone.
The driver patted my bottom very firmly and quite possessively this morning hurrying me into the back seat, all the sissy blew kisses to me as I squeezed in. For a few moments I was afraid the driver might stop and want a BJ on the way to the office, sometimes He would do from one of us, but not today.
After we were signed in and given our name tags. I wasn’t sure but some of the girls had different names, but candi and me still had the same name tags. We were both called in to Miss Vikki’s office, together, if two or more sissies are walking together we must hold hands sweetly. But today she was holding my hand very tightly frightened which made me hold hers equally tightly. We were both to be caned, me for missing the blob of cum hiding down my cleavage, and her for not telling one of the superiors about my messy naughtiness. She would have been punished for telling tales as well anyway, but we never seem to realize that when we think we are being a goodie two shoes by tittle tattling.
We were to bend over at the waist in curtsy cuffs. Curtsy cuffs is worse than being in actual cuffs because you dare not break position otherwise your punishment is restarted, and sometimes doubled. That is why Mistress never uses it for the crop because the pain from the sissy crop it is just too intense to keep position. As is being pegged equally intense, and Mistress also enjoys having me struggle futilely in the cuffs as She penetrates me.
Candi and I were gagged with each others panties warm and fusty with fear and She was beaten first. 6 loud strokes, as She sobbed and whimpered in pain and fear, I besides Her sobbed in fright, waiting my turn. Miss Vikki’s cane or ‘Miss Charli’ was very painful, and we both blubbered and thanked Miss Vikki for our punishment and for Her being so lenient with such naughty sissies.
“Sissies and office girls should always be clean and well presented, polite and demure, isn’t that right ?.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We bobbed and curtsied. squelching on our plugs, trying to smooth and tug our PVC miniskirts down just a little more to try to cover our panties.
There was a strong smell of arousal mingling with the smell of Miss Vikki’s leather business skirt and Her perfume in the room. She told me to close the blinds and the door as we left the room.
It was very difficult and uncomfortable sitting on our very small hard office chairs with our bottoms stinging from the cane so much. Equally as distressing as trying to sit after a spanking, though the cane was sharper, a spanking seemed to throb and smart all over your rump more. And we were spanked very often, the superiors enjoyed walking past us and seeing us squirm uncomfortable on the hard chairs too.
And then a short time after that Miss Vikki called me back in to tidy and freshen the room and the air in the room. She had obviously masturbated from the strong quite pungent smell of sexual pleasure in the air and the flushed look on Her face, and I had to wipe Her leather chair too, before being dismissed again.
The other secretaries giggled at me as I came back. “Stop blushing cherri, you are still such a cherri.”.
As if to emphasize this a couple of minutes later one of the Sirs called me into His office for some ‘special filing’ and dick taking (dictation). He said He was also very kind and wanted to answer any deeper questions I had about oral sex. He told me as He sat me on His lap for dictation, which basically involved Him talking to the AI on His computer while He fondled my bottom and breasts as I wiggled prettily, distressed fetchingly for Him.
He spanked me too, before His BJ. Nearly all Men like to spank sissies before sex especially oral. It makes us feel very dominated and submissive, but also secretly for them mitigates any gay discomfort and disgust they might feel about us. Even Real Men can have such fragile little egos.
He was also very huge and came massively all over my face and down my breasts too, but I made very sure I cleaned myself properly this time. There is a little shame room provided for the sissies to properly clean themselves after sex. Its called the shame room because the tiny space is fully mirror tiled so we can see any errant splashes and mistakes in our clothing, but also to see how feeble and pathetic we must appear to the superiors.
I was also distressed to get very aroused again and feel so very nearly orgasmic, not quite as much as I felt with Mistress but similar and of course it evaporated into desperate need again as soon as Mistress, and in this case He started to cum. And so intense the shock and surprise humiliating too, feeling, tasting, seeing Him cum so satisfying because of your ardent fervid efforts, and not to be reciprocated or thanked, often not even acknowledged. Just dismissed after you had cleaned Him and maybe fetched Him a post sex drink.
This had been the same with Mistress from the beginning but had intensified daily every day I was kept in chastity. My desperate need to squirt or cream my panties, but never allowed to and time She had an orgasm on my tongue or pegging, it expanded incredibly, leaving my so needy and desperate, desperate too, to be attentive, just to be near Her, for a few seconds longer. Rather than being sent off immediately to hand wash Her panties. And I must never prioritize this need to serve Her (naturally never ever my own need or desire to cream my panties), as my needs no matter how servile and focused on Her they were completely unimportant and irrelevant. Only Her pleasure and what She wanted or didn’t want mattered.
This only grows ever deeper after sissies are snipped, and I was very shocked to realize I would feel this way serving Real Men too. No matter how much we decry or cling on to our pretence of distress at forced bi. The more you please a Real Man the more you can’t stop thinking about it, dreaming about it, and wanting to please Him and His approval after sex.
The other sissies told me, that as well as having submissive dreams about pleasing Mistress most nights. They also had dreams about pleasing the Masters and whereas we always woke just before Mistress was about to orgasm, leaving us gasping with need in the dark. With the Masters the dreams were swallowing impossibly massive amounts of His cum, or being coated with warm slimy cum, iced or creamed by Him, or trying to stay afloat in pools of cum and sinking in, waking just as you went under for the final time. I confessed that I had a more modest dream, last night about one of the Masters cumming rather massively in my mouth and face.
“Oh sissy that’s just the beginning.” The sissies hugged me.
Another sissy pressed into the tiny room just as I was leaving, it was candi and She was covered in cum too, She curtsied and kissed me on the lips, which made my lips sticky again. So we had to struggle in the cramped space, me to wipe my lips and apply more lip gloss and Her with Her sticky outfit.
Outside in the seating area I sat and sipped my glass of pee, and fussed with my makeup, it was pretty much all we had to do all day until we were called.
Lulu, which wasn’t the same sissy who had been named lulu yesterday, or so I thought, at least, sissies have such fuzzy memories, told me I must be settling in nicely pointing to the tiny wet patch in my panties, giggling as I blushed, some of the other girls had much, much bigger wet patches which I was to discover about some time later.
As She giggled one of the Men stopped and asked Her why we were both giggling and lulu told Him about my ‘oral’ lessons (as if He didn’t know already). He smiled and told us both to follow Him to His office where He could answer some more of my little question s and lulu could assist.
If it was emasculating kissing and sucking a Real Mans cock to climax, on your own it was much more than doubly emasculating kissing and licking a Real Man together, with another feminized sissy. Your glossy sissy lips meeting around His cock, your eyes meeting Hers as you sucked His balls, while always gazing up at Him in adoring submissiveness. And He came so massively in our faces and mouths too. It wasn’t possible for anybody to cum that much naturally, but the potions they took and the auto conditioning for sissies always makes it seem like such a lot., so that you look up at Him in awe, adding to His pleasure and post BJ satisfaction.
As He finished and we cleaned up, I saw the same need in her eyes, the same anxious need for approval and vulnerable fear, had she pleased Him ?. He just slapped our bottoms, well the backs of our thighs, which added to the sting of His earlier spanking, as He dismissed us.
We were all called a few times in the mornings and afternoons by the Men, it seemed they didn’t really have too much to do in the office either, In Femtopia the women made all the important decisions.
That afternoon the driver did want another BJ, but now from me from one of the other secretaries on Her knees in the back of the taxi while the rest of us sat there anxiously keeping our eyes lowered submissively.
The next day at the morning break and stayed till after lunchtime Miss Charli came over to visit Miss Vikki. The superiors and especially the Ladies can make their own working hours incidentally. As it turned out both Ladies were living together sapphically and were quite faithful to each other. Although unbeknown to me (as it was none of the housemaids affair, and curiosity is unbecoming in a sissy) my own Mistress had been occasionally involved with the pair individually on and off. And they did occasionally enjoy PIV sex with one of the assorted office hunks. They also had a couple of maids at home, and it was a pity that my Mistress was so attached to me ATM at least, because they were looking to expand their little purdah of maids to at least 5, and to move to a bigger house. There was no need to tell me any of this but they were enjoying teasing me and telling me how they would enjoy seeing me hurry for the strap on or cane with my cute little ass, if I were theirs.
Miss Charli pretended to be surprised at Miss Vikki’s cane being named after Her and being quite taken with the idea too. She decided iit was a perfect time to try out the cane and I was bent over and caned by Her for my naughty curiosity when I was pretending to be a Man, then dismissed by to the secretary pool while the two Ladies continued chatting and gossiping.
At lunchtime Miss Charli was still here and I was called over on the veranda. Master Thomas and another Man was sitting with them. I was perched on Master Thomas’s knee again after fetching them all coffees.
Miss Charli was telling the Men all about my behaviour in the office, when I was pretending to be a Man, and how I had asked about anal.
And once again Master Thomas told me how naughty and inappropriate it was for a sissy to be asking a Real Woman about anal, unless of course I was asking about Her strap-on. The other Man agreed smirking, and then after lunch both Men led me to Master Thomas’s office again for some corrective instruction. The other Man put me in the white patent leather cuffs this time and spanked me over His knee. Then just as I was expecting to perform fellatio, I was bent over his desk instead. Still pantie gagged and my butt plug was removed with a lewd slurp.
If Master Thomas and the other Man felt massive in my mouth they felt huge in my ass as they split me open and fucked me. All I could do was struggle and moan, distressed in the cuffs as they fucked me in turn. And although it is still emasculating having Mistress orgasm behind the strap on deep inside you. It is so much more demeaning and sissifying feeling a Real Mans cock throbbing then spurting with pleasure inside you, and then licking Him clean and thanking Him, or them both afterwards, immediately replugged after they had cum incidentally . They both wanted BJ’s afterwards too. like cunnilingus, fellatio is so much better for the superior after sissy has been penetrated. Most Men know this but are too impatient and greedy when they see a sissies glossy lips so want a BJ immediately.
After I was dismissed in tears and was cleaning myself I discovered or realized why the other sissies had such big wet patches in their panties as I too had sticky panties. unlike Mistress who might take a few pairs of panties out with Her. I only had one pair and if they became sex soiled, I would have to lick them clean and dry them as best I could, and they still remained sticky feeling all day.
I had hurried back to the seating area my tears dried but still welling, on unsteady wobbly feet, my bottom feeling like it had been split apart by their insistent demanding throbbing cocks. The other maids hugged and kissed me, sympathetically and a little jealously too. I sipped my cup of pee.
“Well you might get a different name tomorrow, now that your cherries have been popped cherri.” Lulu told me quite matter of factly.
The driver on the way home also stopped for a break, and bent me over too, without time to clean myself properly after He plugged me again, leaving me with very sticky panties for the rest of the journey. When or rather after serving Mistress sissies are often left with the taste and smell of Her wet on their eager lips and faces. But after serving a Real Man a sissy is left with a much more volume and copious level of sticky slimy distress.
And in fact the next day I wasn’t named cherri anymore, I had the nametag candi because ‘I was there to lick a mans candi’ the girls giggled and explained.
I was also not allowed to call Miss Vikki or any other superior by name either anymore. Nor were we sissies generally allowed to use each other given names talking to each other. They weren’t really our names just given to us for the superiors convenience. Sissies didn’t even deserve stripper names used by real women in the past.
We were all so competitive and jealous with each other too. When one of the Men was around or passing. Trying to unobtrusively attract His attention and squirming often with silent rage when another sissy was chosen. This powerless jealousy made us feel so feeble and trivial, worthless unless we were being used by a superior.
I had sobbed to Mistress later about being bound and pantie gagged, bent over and used, raped even. And somehow Mistress would disapprove and disallow it. I might have to endure a horrid punishment but at least those beastly Men would be told off and told to desist. Instead She told me not to worry my pretty little head and that the lubes would keep me nice and tight for the Mans pleasure. When I tried to elaborate on my distress further Miss simply shushed me. The lubes had the effect of making me feel extremely uncomfortably, for me, tight, all along my ass not just at the sphincter rings, and very pleasurably tight and incredibly slippery at the same time for the penetrator. So much so that the Man had to hold back the first time He experienced the lubes unless He wanted to cum pretty much involuntarily and immediately. The longer they held out the better the orgasm and more copious too. It was like tighter than my first time every time and I didn’t need to worry about trying to please them, as my little pretty but feeble struggles and cries into the gag, just added to their enjoyment. And my pushback and spasms against the penetration felt fantastic. Mistress said it made the feedback on the double ended dildo, the type She favoured now with the clitoral insert for Her felt fantastic and spurred Her on.
Not only that but the lubes for me were only at level .05 and went up to strength 20, and were improving all the time for the superiors enjoyment. And furthermore made me also very hot and bothered with fright for fellatio when I saw a mans huge erect or semi erect cock and full balls. How could I ever get even part of Him in my lips or my ass, or swallow all that cum, in both balls too. But sissies always had to deep throat and swallow all a Masters cum. When He gave permission of course. And that moment where He spurts precum in your mouth and pauses would now be intensely fraught, with vulnerable fear. Was He satisfied so far, was I pleasing Him, or would I be dismissed or punished ?.
Mistress told me that I should always curtsy then kneel and kiss a Real Woman’s bottom in greeting, once submissively and respectfully on each cheek, through Her skirt or trousers. But for Mistress I should kiss each cheek and then from slightly underneath between Her cheeks. This intimacy wasn’t allowed for other Ladies of course. But whenever I was speaking to Mistress or any other lady I should picture my face in this position under and between Her cheeks as I was replying to Her. Also I should think of my dildo as Her penetrating me at that moment. For the Sirs and Masters I only had to curtsy, but I was to imagine myself when speaking to Him as that moment where He had spurted and coated my lips with His precum. And I was kneeling waiting wondering if I was pleasing Him or whether He might spank me, or worse again for His lack of satisfaction. A taste of sex and fear, and of His pleasure to cum.
“Shush now sissy you have made me quite wet.” She told me opening Her thighs.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered obediently.
Later She told me that now I had been opened like a good sissy. When we had male guests or mixed company I could entertain them properly while the Ladies chatted, and maybe even sometimes watched. Wont that be lovely, for them at least sissy ? And Mistresses were quite competitive about that sort of thing, I had better be a good little cocksucker and fucktoy, or else because all Her friends maids were. Also if Mistress was away and I stayed over with one of Her friends and their sissymaid, if Master was home, quite a few Mistresses had regular lovers who lived with them, I could serve Him with the other sissy, or we could vie to please Him, wont that be nice for Him sissy?
Mistress also told me that She would be taking longer vacations from now on and while She was away, usually for around a month or so, I would be sent to one of the hotels where I would serve with the other sissies as chambermaids and provide lots of ‘special’ services for the male patrons and guests. Earning lots of tips for Her to spend on treats and luxuries when She returned home. In fact the tips or pin money were so lucrative, split between the hotels owner, its staff the Hotel Misses, not the sissies of course, and sissies owner that my stay paid handsomely for itself and then some, actually and then a lot some. On average the share of tips to the Hotel Misses paid for their own exotic vacations and that was just one month, and not even the very busy periods. I had heard all about the hotels from the other sissies and wasn’t looking forward to that at all. You would be so busy with the housework and normal hotel upkeep, tender and sticky all the time you were there and so happy when Mistress collected you. or rather had you collected and brought home.
Mistress had told me this opening the little pin money pay packet I had brought home from the office. Simultaneously making me feel so worthless at the paltry amount, and also looking at some very expensive underwear or a case of luxury wine to buy for Herself with my pin money. I was very glad though that She would be enjoying my pay, and She promised to buy me a nice new sexy babydoll for when a guest wanted to enjoy me in a negligee rather than my maids uniform, the thought of which I wasn’t so happy about.
Her boyfriends and lovers who She had so far been seeing outside the house would be staying over more regularly, although Mistress liked Her privacy too. and if they stayed overnight a Real Man likes to be woken with fellatio. And wont that be lovely for you sissy a taste of a Real Man in the morning while you are kept firmly and irrevocably in chastity ?.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied haplessly.
“And enjoyable for Him too, which is the most important thing isn’t it sissy ?”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied.
“Please Miss, will I still have to go to the office Miss, thank You Miss ?.”
“Yes for now sissy, its nice for you to bring a little money home for me to spend on little treats isn’t it sissy?”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And it’s a good way for you to learn lots of new ways to please the Real Men isn’t it sissy, in that ‘special’ way, and you do want to please them don’t you sissy ?,” She asked me sugary sweetly.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I replied trying not to show my dismay.
“Its not too gay for you, kneeling in front of Real Man in a pretty maids uniform, or a PVC mini skirt, like a street prostitute and sucking His cock, is it sissy ?.”
“Yes Miss, No Miss, thank You Miss.” I squirmed embarrassed
“Swallowing obediently, saying thank you Master or Sir, and that messy little leak in your panties”
“Wishing you could have a little gay…oh.” She stopped as if considering my sensibilities, but with a satisfied smirk, “ a sissy squirt and cream your panties instead of being kept in chastity.” She teased
“Yes Miss, no Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And be a good girl for them sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Sometimes I wonder if in the afterlife if there is one. Superiors (Mistresses and Masters) and sissies will all go to the same paradise. And some sissies, who were very good girls might be rewarded by becoming slavegirls or a sissy houri for your Master forever.” She smiled teasing me.
“Doesn’t that remind you of your little harem fantasies sissy.” She asked
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered quietly.
“But not quite from the perspective you expected sissy.”
“Yes Miss, no Miss it isn’t Miss, thank You Miss.”
“But a much more appropriate and fitting one for you sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whimpered, quite frightened by the idea and also more than a little excited, than I was comfortable with.
“And in chastity too, a Master holding your little key.” She patted my bottom
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“But hurry back to your chores for now sissy, let me relax.”
As I knelt down
on all fours to begin polishing the
expansive marble flooring in the main hall, I heard a
splash from the open
patio door as Mistress slipped happily into Her pool, to relax and cool down in
the afternoon heat.
In my glossy and very stuffy uniform, ever mindful of the cane, I hurried on with my chores.
Curtsy xx
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