More Office Service

I looked up expectantly, desperate for his approval, under His desk, the Sir looked down at me and gave me permission to swallow.

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I swallowed as prettily as I could 3 thick slimy gulps of His cum, looking up at Him, and almost squeaked through sticky lips.

“Keep squelching on your plug sissy, while you suck and lick me clean.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“I do enjoy  hearing a secretary thank me, so gratefully after I have cum.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“So pathetic that little submissive sissy squeaky voice.”    

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Is it any wonder you are kept in chastity sissy.”

“No Sir, Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

As I licked and sucked His glans clean He spurted again a final surge, not very much but significantly

more than I had ever produced. It caught me by surprise and went all over my face.

I squealed in surprise.

“Oh Sir, Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Eyes down now sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

Sissies in Femtopia   were expected to call any Real Man they were serving sexually Master, rather than Sir. It was deemed more appropriate for sissies who had been hormonally gelded or were in permanent chastity, and had usually grown small but bouncy pert breasts by this stage. However in the office Sir was preferred by the Men.

He had already cum in my face and down my cleavage before filling my mouth, my office blouse would be slimy and sticky, inside all day. And although the satin seemed to visible dry quite quickly I was sure that everyone could see the blobby stains.

“That’s enough now sissy, you may crawl out from under my desk.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”  I whispered but still squeaked as I curtsied. My dildo plug seemed to squidge lewdly as I curtsied. To me it sounded very wet and loud but He didn’t even hear it. But He did notice my blush, as I squelched and smoothed down my apron.

He grabbed a handful of my bottom and squeezed firmly , then slapped it hard.

No matter how many times He and the other Real Men, enjoyed slapping my bottom,  I always squealed in shock and pain, and pouted prettily as if in hurt reproach, as the  sting spread. It wasn’t really censure or  reproach of course, a sissy would never dare disobey or demur with  Real Man, but we were supposed to object weakly and prettily, just a little. 

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I curtsied again.

“I don’t have time just now  to split that little ass of yours sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Maybe later, but I’m sure you will be busy on your knees and bending over all day, performing ‘special’ duties.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Run along now back to the secretary pool candi.”

Sissies here are not seen as persons deserving a name of their own, and especially not sullying  a female

name. Although in the office we were given name tags for the day. Just like in  clubs and hotels sissies often were given temporary stripper names, on little badges which we couldn’t read but the Men could. In the cafes too where the sissies wore glossy latex like uniforms in lots of pretty pastel colours, the sissies were just called by the colour they were wearing to that day.

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir, was candi a good girl Sir ?.”

“Run along now candi, fix your hair or nails or something.” He said dismissively.

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”   I curtsied and hurried out of the office

“Close the door properly candi.”

 Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

I  hurried to the sissies room or ‘room of shame’, to clean myself up as best as I could, and fix my makeup. A sissy always had to look her very best for the superiors.

The Men often liked to leave their office doors ajar if a sissy was performing ‘special’ office duties. Especially if sissy was getting a hard spanking. Actually most spankings were very hard and very loud. The slap of His firm palm across the back of your PVC mini skirt was very loud, as were the pantie gagged muffled sobs of pain and fear. All the ‘girls’ the secretary pool, as well as the Real Men and Ladies in the vicinity  couldn’t help but hear it. We would try to perch very primly on our hard stools, so glad it wasn’t you being spanked over His knee, and also pathetically wishing it was you. The stools unlike the superiors plush leather executive office chairs were so thinly padded that they only made the stool feel harder and narrower. And as you perched, your posture made it feel like you were being slowly impaled on your plug. You were always penetrated and plugged with 10” being standard and thick too, but sitting on the stools felt like you were on one of the dildo stools that were sometimes used. Stools with no base just a massive phallus that you had to clench your bottom around, quite fruitlessly because of the lubes I might add.

We would all squidge and writhe on our plugs, listening to a spanking, You would hear each slap and each sob, and if the sissy was sucking one of the Sirs we would all squelch slowly and lewdly listening to her wet sucks.

The Ladies on the other hand preferred to keep their office doors shut, and blinds closed, if they were doing something ‘naughty’. It was naughty for them of course but it was often said with a smile ‘naughty but nice’. The taboo on female sexual pleasure and masturbation was firmly reversed here. Rather it was male masturbation that was looked askance at. A Real Man should satisfy a woman if He wanted sex, or He could fuck one of the sissies. Sissies were of course not permitted to masturbate.

It didn’t happen very often but frequently enough but sometimes one of the Miss’s would have a lover

in the office, or She might wish to masturbate quietly, the Ladies here were very sexually liberated and wanted lots of satisfaction. One of the sissy secretaries would be called into the room afterwards to fetch Miss a coffee and maybe an ashtray. The room would reek of the Ladies arousal and sexual satisfaction, as sissy freshened the room and cleaned everywhere. We would get so excited, so hot and bothered cleaning the office. Or even if you were called in for a caning most of the Misses would get quite aroused by caning you.

And of course the Men knew that too. After she finished cleaning and freshening the air in Miss’s office, the  sissy would get a loud slap on her bottom, and the slap always felt so hard through the super tight PVC skirt, by one of the Men and told to go to His office. Your bottom would be stinging and you would be squelching on your plug as you minced hurriedly to the office. You never dared keep a superior waiting of course.

You felt so needy after cleaning the Miss’s office, basking slightly in Her smell, in the aroma and slight residual heat of Her orgasm. You would feel so desperate, to be allowed to cream your panties, even as you knew it would never be allowed. Then being led into His office in the oh so tiny and tight skirt, His hands all over your bottom, and being pushed down  on your knees, for fellatio, and quite often for anal too.

The women of course were always very busy with meetings and decisions, although it did look very relaxed and enjoyable for them too. But the superiors always had very important business to be concerned about, and the sissy secretaries, just had to serve or wait quietly and not to bother our pretty little heads about these things.

When I returned home after a day in the office, I would put my maids uniform and tidy and clean everything before Mistress came home. She would usually want a glass of whisky or brandy, just to relax, while I continued with the housework and my chores, although sometimes She would want me to kneel between Her thighs to relax Her more intimately. Or She might want to use the strap on if She was feeling vigorous. Before sending me back to the housework. Apparently most Sirs or Masters when they return home, want a BJ and a drink to relax.

There was always such a lot of housework to be done, but I never dared complain or slacken, or to bother Mistress when She was relaxing after Her important day.

The Men also had important roles but seemed to have much more time to make us perform ‘special’ office duties for them. And they did enjoy making us all sticky and feeling used. We did always say ‘thank You Sir.’ Afterwards. We were really there for their entertainment and as eye candy.

Sometimes if one of the Misses had masturbated or just wanted to refresh and change Her panties, we would be told to fetch Her a fresh pair from Her bag, sometimes even to help Her peel the previously worn pair down and pull the new pair up. But we had to be very respectful and dutiful performing this duty and not to get excited. Also we would be expected to kiss Her bottom afterwards but only through Her skirt.

Sometimes She would expect us to hand wash Her panties, but mostly She would put them into a little silk bag for Her sissy at home to wash. I always got very jealous at the thought of one of the sissies in Mistresses office hand washing Her panties instead of me. Mistress said all sissies did, and it was very sweet, cute and pathetic. And getting so hot and bothered and jealous made me feel so trivial and weak. Mistress might pat my bottom and say never mind sissy, its only natural for sissies who are always so desperately dependent &  needy.

Like most if not all sissies I hand washed all of Mistress clothes and bedsheets, and especially Her

underwear. Her panties were to be finger washed and She liked me to perform this very intimate duty, whenever possible after cunnilingus. My plug still feeling huge and throbbing, actually it was my internal muscles throbbing from squelching on the plug, hand washing Her still warm moist panties. I would hold each pair up in both hands and curtsy then kiss the crotch. Kissing it lovingly but respectfully before curtsying again then starting to carefully wash the lovely silk panties in warm water with luxury laundry flakes. This had to be done perfectly and carefully, no stretching or tears, not even a scuff, or you would be hurrying for the crop, not the cane. And not able to move without wincing tearfully.

And Mistress liked me to iron Her panties whilst She was having amorously embracing and kissing, or having sex with Her lover. I would be able to hear them giggling and laughing enjoying each other while I carefully ironed, scented and folded the panties. Often just to emphasize this there would be a discarded slightly moist pair on the floor, that She or He had removed and tossed aside.

Mistress would tell me that She removed Her panties or Her lover removed Her panties to enjoy sex. and sissies removed their Mistresses panties, with trembling respectful fingers,  to wash them for Her. Or sometimes again for her Mistress to enjoy sex. And Mistress would often simply toss the lovingly dutifully washed, ironed and luxuriously laundered panties, to the couch or floor.

It was so humiliating but so intimately so too, and all sissies loved this chore. Although not so much ironing the silk while listening to Mistress and Sir having sex in the bedroom, or wherever took their fancy. Nor having to scurry into the room. To put away the freshly laundered and folded panties while the pair were in bed. Sir smirk always seemed so much more patronizing at these moments, and your chastity so much more constrictive.             

And those frequent moments where Mistress handed you a small bag of Her worn panties from Her day, or an evening out and there would sometimes be cum stains to wash out as well. Mistress insists that I should breathe and kiss the stain slowly, thanking Sir for being a Real Man and pleasing my Mistress in ways that a chastity sissy would never be able or allowed to. And to curtsy to Him as well. This also maid the stain become somewhat moist and slimy again. The smell of His cum in your nostrils as you ached and longed for how wonderful it must be to be a  Real Man and to have sex with Mistress.

Because as well as performing oral and receiving anal from Her visiting male friends and the boyfriends of Her Lady  friends, I also often fluffed Mistresses lovers. Usually to completion. Mistress would often busy Herself  with Her dress and makeup upstairs while I knelt and performed fellatio on Her waiting romantic or should I say sexual liaison. This satisfied both Her and Him and put me in my place too. He would be less immediately horny on the date, and His build up would last longer for Her pleasure, Him having cum previously. Although Mistress would often tease me how I was such an eager and easy bimbo for Her dates, and tell me to get on with my housework, while my mouth was still thick and sticky with His cum.

She would also teasingly ask me if I recognized the taste of Her dates from Her panties but in truth I couldn’t it was all just impossibly thick and slimy.

And Mistresses friend that afternoon had embarrassed and teased me terribly. If one of Mistresses lady

friends was visiting with a lover. I would nearly always serve the Man while the Ladies chatted and one of Mistresses and Her friends recent and favourite games was the Lady removing Her still warm panties to gag me with while Her lover spanked and or enjoyed anal with me. I would have to wash and iron them later, and keep them folded for the next time She visited. Or Mistress would put them In a special gift paper type envelope to send to Her, which I would kiss and seal with a lipstick kiss.

That afternoon the Man who was very big and strong had put me in the sex cuffs and pulled me over His knee. And the Lady had peeled down Her panties and handed them to me.

“Oh dear.” She had laughed pointing out the fresh cum stain “He can be quite insatiable,  sometimes He wont leave me alone.”

He held them out on front of my face, my open lips.

“A nice taste of things to cum, for you  sissy.” The Lady laughed.

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

He had stuffed them into my mouth and spanked me. Evidently invigorated by the whole scene himself. Even as He spanked me over His knee I could feel His hard cock getting harder and harder as I struggled and whimpered. After fellatio and after with His permission I had swallowed and thanked Him. The Miss had removed a second pair of panties to gag me again this time for anal. These were very warm and wet. I was choking on the taste of Her and the fright as He hurried me with firm slaps into the little side room.

This washing of another Mistresses panties was extremely and very sexually humiliating but in a different way to washing Mistresses panties. And when I stayed over at one of Mistresses friends for short periods the Mistress would insist that I washed Her panties and those of Her own sissy too. just top put me in my place in the household. Mistress never had other sissies stay over, or at least not so far, but I have been told that this is quite a common practice. Not that the other sissy has any authority or superiority over me, we were both equally inferior and if anything the host Mistress would be even stricter with us both while I was staying.

But the whole idea of Mistress visiting Her friends with one of Her lovers and donating a pair of Her own panties to the proceedings. And the thought of another sissy hand washing and ironing my Mistresses intimate panties, filled me with feeble petty jealousy. Mistress would often pat my bottom and look at me knowingly, which would make me seethe silently of course.

And while I was kissing the cum stains from Mistresses panties and thanking Sir. Or just kissing the crotch and washing Mistress panties I was always to be mindful and grateful to be kept in chastity so I could please Mistress perfectly with my tongue. After all if sissies were allowed even an occasional relief or squirt, even if it was ruined we wouldn’t be so fervent and desperate to please Mistress with our tongues. Or be as dutiful and attentive with our chores. And also to be mindful that even though we were always kept so desperate and needy to please, so very nearly in orgasm,  choking with desire and longing, for Her. And shamefully for His pleasure too. Our needs were completely unimportant and irrelevant only Her or His wants and pleasure mattered.

It is always very scary and intimidating for the office sissy entering one of the Men’s office. The smell of polished expensive wood and leather. His Manly odour His cologne and the lingering smell of sex and fear in the atmosphere. Of course it is similar entering one of the Misses offices too, especially if you are being summoned to be caned. But for the Sirs there is that total sexual vulnerability. You will no doubt be spanked, before sex, and there is always the dreadful tawse hanging on the wall if He wishes to discipline you more thoroughly. That doesn’t happen very often but it so horrid and uncomfortable trying to sit prettily and still on the hard office stools after a spanking let alone the tawse.

He might call you in the office and have you sit on His lap, while He dictates an or document email to

the AI. Making you squirm with His roving hands before He decides on your special duties. Sometimes one of His male colleagues or one of the Misses will come in for a chat while you are sat on His lap. They will look at you, or rather look through you, but ignore your presence, while they discuss important matters.

Or He might sit you on His lap and have you tell Him that even though you have been a ‘good girl’ you still need a spanking for some minor matter or the other. And it is very important that this be a painful mnemonic reminder. After all it wouldn’t be very effective punishment if it didn’t sting and smart, ‘now would it sissy?’ He would ask ‘Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” You would admit reluctantly but obediently perched on His knee.

And of course if you had just been in Misses office cleaning up after She had masturbated or even for a caning, or both, you would be so hot and bothered in your tiny PVC mini skirt. It would be so difficult trying to sit on His lap and try to pull the tiny skirt just that tiny bit lower as He gently, or maybe not so gently teases you and tells you off. You feel so flustered and confused so eager to be obedient. And as He pulls your panties down to gag you with them, always commenting on how warm and moist the satin feels, even though it is usually clean and dry. You fell so sexually frightened and submissive, so totally vulnerable.

The Misses often enjoy observing these scenes, for their own voyeuristic pleasure. Sometimes though they wouldn’t or rarely acknowledge or admit it, enjoying the vicarious thrill of  Male domination, on a hyper effeminine sissy. Of course the Misses and Mistress too enjoys sending sissy hurrying for the strap on, or surprising sissy while She is busy hurrying breathlessly with her chores, with the strap on mounted and lubed, sissy pushed face down into a pile of laundry, preferably all still soiled and stinky,   freshly cleaned & ironed while Mistress pegs sissy then casually tells sissy to get on with her little chores after Mistress has climaxed.

Some Mistresses like to be submissive to their lovers too, at least or only in the bedroom. The sissymaids would never dare ask Mistress about this but sometimes they hear the sounds of spanking and squeals of female pain & pleasure. And the Mistress always looks so flushed and pleased with Herself as does He. My Mistress has never done this as yet, or at least not at home. But I have heard giggled whispers from the other sissies. Not from any of the sissies who have heard or even maybe seen such things, but someone who knows another sissy, who knows another sissy who has heard these scandalous but very hot and exciting things. And of course It does make me feel so very funny and aroused in a scandalized too, even though I would never dare think about Mistress like that.  

But also in some scenes, not in Femtopia however, but in other gated communities. There are households where the Sir or Master is dominant and the Mistress is submissive to Him. As are all the housemaids, and of course the sissymaids are submissive to everyone, often being spanked and disciplined by the giggling housemaids and put under their skirts as well as on her knees before Master. One of the office sissies says she knows of a sissymaid who knows another sissymaid who was in such a community before.

Sometimes after fellatio Sir or Master might lift you back up onto His lap, at His desk, before He allows you to swallow and thank Him. Then He might push you down onto all fours, or make you stand facing the wall until He is ready to fuck you, or maybe just pat your bottom and tell you to hurry back to the secretary pool.

Whereas Mistress after cunnilingus can be quite warm and affectionate often sending you to start hand

washing the panties you removed from Her. But sometimes finding whatever reason to come into the laundry room to sit and enjoy a cigarette and a post sex chat with you.

The Sirs when they are satisfied and finished with you will just pat or slap your bottom and send you out of the office, in tears feeling so used and so very needy as you always do after sex and especially penetration. But your needs are not important to Him.

You might even tearfully whisper ‘Did sissy, (or use your office name) did candi  please you Sir?’ your lips still sticky with the traces of His cum, that you have swallowed, only to be told offhandedly to hurry along and stop bothering Him, with your silliness. Maybe with a firm slap on your bottom, especially humiliating if you have sticky panties after anal sex.

And you hurry back to the secretary desk your eyes welling with tears but still wiggling your bottom prettily and curtsying to all the superiors. The other sissies hug and embrace comfortingly but all jealous that you have been in one of the Sirs offices for special duties.  Which just makes you feel so pathetic and used, and desperate to be chosen again.

One of the Masters had told me while I was over His lap waiting to be spanked, that’s its ok to feel more than a little gay, in a PVC mini skirt held over a Real Mans  lap. And to remember to please Him and thank Him for being permitted to give Him pleasure. Yes Master.. I had sobbed as He stuffed my panties into  my mouth.

And back in the secretary pool all the other sissies will know that you will have leaked into your panties when serving Sir. Just a tiny pathetic dribble, which you never even feel as it oozes out, into a little puddle. What Mistress sometimes laughing calls creaming my sissy panties. even though the weak little puddle is nothing like cum, or cream, oven precum. It is very distressing though and you think everyone can see it and smell it, as you try desperately to pull the tiny PVC mini skirt just a little further down on your thighs. But they cant really because it is just so feeble and pathetic.

Another Miss will want coffee, or one of the Sirs. Or there will be some filing then needs doing that you will have to bend over to do, as its always the lowest draw. Some of the Men like you to just sit on their lap while they dictate messages and documents to the AI. Or one of the Misses will have you hurrying and cleaning Her office while She works, or just standing there quietly, unobtrusively, waiting to be of service, while She works. We are just there to be eye candy and sex toys for the Men if they get bored.

At He end of the day you will be escorted downstairs and signed out, usually by one of the Sirs, to the taxi driver to be taken home. Nearly every evening and in the mornings too the driver might stop for a smoke and a BJ. Although we are always crammed onto the back seat squeezed tightly together. There is a comfortable bucket seat, where a Miss might sit if She wants to supervise us. And where the driver sits for His BJ break. The rest of us have to sit there demurely with our eyes lowered submissively as if nothing is happening. While the secretary chosen gets spanked then sucks the drivers cock obediently. She will be squelching on Her plug with each bob of Her head and we will be squidging in synch too. so that as well as fucking Her mouth He is also fucking Her ass and our asses too. while we are sitting or rather perching like this our plugs feel so big and thick like we are on one of the dildo stools, struggling desperately to stop it going deeper and deeper. When He finally cums we are all so desperate and nearly in  orgasm. But of course only He cums she  might get a sharp slap on the bottom as a reward of sorts as He dismisses her. or on occasion He might put Her back on all fours and enjoy  her tight ass too.

The drivers are often vanilla drivers from outside of Femtopia. The borders are porous to the superiors

and residents, just not so for the sissies. And the wages are very good for the drivers. It is quite an enjoyable  perk  for them of  driving the sissies around.

However some of the drivers are also what are known and feared by the sissies as punishment bulls. There are certain Men in Femtopia who are just naturally very big down there. Often too uncomfortably enormous for most, but not all  women to enjoy. However they are used for sexually disciplining sissies. If a sissy is seen to be getting to excited serving her Mistress sexually or otherwise. Often I will get myself so very excited getting Mistress dressed in one of Her very lovely outfits, or assisting Her while She bathes, or just being around Her. That Mistress will say I need a reminder that I am there for Her wants & desires not my own needs, and as well as giving me  a caning or cropping, maybe keeping me cock gagged for the day. She might also ask for one of the bulls to call round.

He will give me such a hard spanking and fucking, and of course I must suck His massive cock, and sissies must always deep throat, that I will feel sore and tender for days and wont be able to stop thinking about Him while I am gingerly mincing about my chores.

In the past some of these studs bulls or bulls were black Men, but that was seen as a bit a racial stereotype. Most of the scene here for whatever reason is lilywhite at least the sissies mainly are. The Mistresses are quite ethnically mixed. But whatever the ethnicity of the punishment bulls they are always very big dominant Men with intimidating cocks, Even without the lubes which make the average Real Man here seem huge to the sissies, and by average medium at least 8” is meant.

If it was one of the bulls driving you, you would see His bulge, as He escorted you to the car, usually with a very firm pat or slap on the bottom to hurry you along. And He would nearly always want oral and anal. You would be tender and feeling sticky all day, no matter how thoroughly you tried to clean yourself. And you would be anxiously aware that  He would be collecting you in the afternoon, and each sissy would be hot and bothered all, flustered with sexual fright wondering who He would choose. But also shamefully, often wistfully hoping secretly it might be you He chose. You do want to please the Men so much.

In Femtopia with the plateau of but still continuing escalating estrogen and hormone dosages. And the chemical or rather hormone gelding. You feel so terribly horny and needy constantly and building all the time. Sissies are intensely eager, desperate  to please your Mistress sexually but also the Real Men, and to feel even if just for dismissive moment the satisfied slap on your bottom that says, but is mostly unsaid ‘good girl’ or ‘good sissy’ as you hurry away used. Mistress might tease telling you that the driver next week might be one of the bulls, as you kneel between Her thighs kissing Her softly as She  basks in the glowing aftermath of the orgasm from your tongue.

She might then smile down at you and tell you She suddenly decided to peg you, and you can go and hurry to fetch the new strap on. The new double ended phallus, well just a  small very textured insert for Her pleasure, but a massive thick veined cock for reaming you, that you fear so much. She spent so much careful deliberation selecting the strap on that maximizes Her pleasure, and feels so impossible tight inside you. autosuggestion and the lubes make you sexually fear penetration so much, but still crave the intimacy. But the mention of the strap on makes the breath catch in your chest as you quake and tremble . And then She might tell you to ‘hurry your little ass’ unless you want to be fetching the crop too. Which makes you numb with fear, whether or not She follows through with the oh so casual, on Her part threat or not. This ensures that Her pleasure and enjoyment are utterly paramount. Incidentally pretty much the same sensation as when Master or Sir tells you to hurry to the bedroom or laundry room so He can bend you over.

After you breathlessly scurry to fetch the strap on, while still mincing prettily, frantic with hot and chill fear to not incur Mistresses impatience. Mistress will keep you waiting holding the strap on while She smokes and plays idly with Her phone or something. But you know as you tremble that She will be totally wet, and Her panties will be soaked when She peels them off and stuffs them into your mouth while She penetrates you.

Quite often though the driver might just stop at one of the beachside or sea front cafes for  a coffee

morning smoke and BJ. And we would be left in the stuffy taxi waiting. You might catch a quick glimpse of the pretty waitresses all in different pastel coloured latex uniforms, with matching hair, nails, chastity device and plugs hurrying about to serve the customers. Both the Sirs and the Mistresses enjoyed intimate service, if they wanted it here. Either in one of the booths or outside under the booths with umbrellas. It was  a very pleasant way for a superior to start His or Her day. I knew my Mistress often stopped at one of the cafes and enjoyed the waitresses tongue, just the idea which filled me with powerless jealous fury.

The windows in the taxi were darkened so we couldn’t see out at all but people could see in so we had to sit and wait patiently and prettily. The driver would eventually come back sounding and looking very pleased with himself . and we would all secretly or not so secretly wish it had been one of us between His knees.

One of the office secretaries had once been a waitress when She first arrived in Femtopia and told us how exciting and helplessly sexually frustrating it was to be one of the waitresses in the very stuffy tight latex uniforms. How lovely it was to serve all the Mistresses but how you ached for a Mistress of your own. And the Men seemed to have such a good time.

It was especially hard for the waitresses serving the Ladies, because if unowned by a private Mistress as the waitresses usually are they long to be owned. And every time they serve one of the Ladies intimately, usually cunnilingus, the cafes are a popular stop for a fancy coffee a cigarette and a licking on the way to the office. Afterwards the sissies do long and ache for the next day when the particular Lady might return. More often than not however the Lady will deliberately choose another waitress, enjoying the look of sexually humiliation and devastation on the other waitress as Mistress breezes past Her intimate choice of the previous day. This of course adds to the Mistresses pleasure, but also to the waitresses hot and totally bothered fluster. This is the same when being chosen or overlooked when serving the Men too, but the emotional impact is much deeper stronger.

In the evening the cafes are just bars to serve as beer and wine, while the Men and women had barbeques and impromptu parties, frolics and sex on the beach, in the surf. The sissies in the café area cleaning and waiting to serve would hear the tantalizing sounds of laughter, squeals of sexual delight and the gently crashing lapping waves.

Less pleasant sounding was being one of the waitresses in the restaurants in the town itself, as these were more discreet or circumspect establishments and the clientele really only came here to eat, but expected perfect service. The sissies were often caned but only very rarely might one of the Sirs slip a waitress in one of the side rooms for a quick BJ. It was very frustrating for the sexually needy sissies but their needs were not important to the superiors, and the sissies might be taken to the clubs afterwards to serve more intimately into the long nights.  

Her stories and thinking about the cafes made us all long for that experience and for the experience of the slavegirls in our fantasy stories. Especially in the transit stages where the girls are transported about before eventually being sold to a Master and kept in domestic slavery. These sections of the stories before a girl leans the total inevitability and inescapability of her servitude are our favourites. Even though often the slaves are transported in the backs of wagons bound and gagged, hooded too. often curled and cramped in very tight leather transport sacks, from place to place. Most of these journeys take place by coastal or river trade routes. With the some or all of the girls being unbound so they can prepare the camp and food, serve the Masters in the evening. All the girls would be nude except for their bells and brands. And their tiny glossy mouth veils. Mockingly for modesty but imposed on slavegirls to remind them that every breath every gasp is permitted and only permitted them by their Masters. Slavegirls like sissies may not speak with their Masters or owners permission and the veil also reminds them of that control.

But in the evenings that Masters are often relaxed and tolerant and allow the naked slaves to wash in the river, or splash in the sea. Laughing and playing happily, the sound of women splashing and squealing with happiness can be enjoyable. Especially for the Master who intends to jump in and enjoy the fun, maybe fuck one of the girls in the sea or on the beach.

The girls all serve and perform their chores completely nude mostly, in fact slavegirls are only permitted

clothing, brief and scanty as it is as a prelude to being forcibly stripped or ordered to strip for  sex. A recent fashion the only time slavegirls are permitted panties is if a Master intends to later strip them from her and gag her with them for a spanking, whipping or rape.

Nude except for their bells and brands. And their tiny glossy mouth veils. Mockingly for modesty but imposed on slavegirls to remind them that every breath every gasp is permitted and only permitted them by their Masters. Slavegirls like sissies may not speak with their Masters or owners permission and the veil also reminds them of that control.

It is a very pretty look, a nude but veiled serving girl, watching her breathing softly through the almost completely diaphanous but high sheen glossy fabric of the veil. It looks almost gossamer, but to her it feels constrictive and controlling. Watching her gasp & pant with fright or sexual excitement, seeing her eyes flash above the veil in trepidation and anxiety. A naked slavegirl is very aware that the Masters are clothed. Other touches enhance the appearance of her sexual status arousal. Individual tiny nipple bells on a short chain with a free swinging delicate pretty slave bell show of her full but pert nipples, and the bell on her pierced clitoris.

The Men need not and do not pay her much regard as she serves them. But she is acutely aware, anxiously self conscious of their lusty gaze and her state of arousal. Her and all the other slavegirls too. in fact even the girls in the iron belts will be squirming with new helpless excitement. The Men barely even seem to notice or care, as long as the slaves come running prettily when they snap their fingers

The girls are all kept nude mainly, some newer slaves who might still be white silk or virgin are kept in steel U shaped chastity belts, until they are eventually sold to their Masters and opened. This is not so much primarily about strict control as it with sissies, but ownership. It is the same with sissies of course but reversed as sissies are never allowed to cum. And the slavegirls in our stories are allowed to cum sometimes submitting in blissful surrender to their Masters.

Being kept nude keeps all the slaves feeling very vulnerable and sexually and physically intimated in the presence of clothed Masters. And thus very timidly submissive and obedient. Mistress tells me that the intention behind sissies being kept plugged and in chastity is to enforce  the very same docile submissive dependent emotions. And it does work so well for sissies alongside male domination, so that we want to be good girls for the Masters.

And no matter how much we pretend we don’t, we do so long and ache to the slavegirls in our stories. To be  so lovely and pretty, to be too beautiful to be free. To orgasm under  Masters command, in His powerful arms with His cock throbbing inside us. To lick Him clean and thank Him sobbing with blissful surrender still in the throes  of post orgasm. To be permitted to cling to Him in tears for a few moments.

Mistress will tease me and teasingly ask me if I want to cum for a Master to sob in submission, what a gay little thing you really are sissy, She might laugh and tell me to fetch the strap on so She can penetrate me. So happy to keep me in chastity for Her pleasure.

And of course sissies are just like those slavegirls, especially when Mistress or Masters tells us to put o

n our ultra glossy, nearly see through baby doll nighties, so excited so nearly in orgasm, ready to serve Mistress or Master in bed. But we never get to cum just to surrender completely to their pleasure, but still left desperately needy and attentive, for their enjoyment.

And of course sissies working together, in the hotels or a Mistresses house where She keeps multiple maids, or  like the secretaries in our office, we tease and torment each other with the details of these stories, elaborating on the detail with scandalized lascivious breathless excitement. Till we are positively squirming and squelching with arousal on our plugs.

The plugs themselves make our excitement much more breathless as we squirm on the phalluses. The very rigid 10” plugs are thick and very realistically but in an highly exaggerated shape. The silicon is infused with estrogen and hormones and also a very slippery form of dry silicon lubricant. Its like the very first time you felt sex lubes or KJ jelly, but then multiply that by a hundredfold in slipperiness. That combined with the girth and the hormones make you feel massively penetrated and full, but also incredibly tight on the inflexible cock. You cant help but feel yourself slipping and squidging on the cock constantly, trying to hold it, trying desperately self consciously not to squelch  lewdly as you mince about. The more excited you get the hotter and wetter it feels. You think everyone can hear it as loudly And as wetly as you feel it, the superiors generally cant, but it doesn’t stop them commenting on your squelch, and seeing you blush hotly. Also sissymaids and waitresses are not often allowed to sit down but when we are the plug makes us feel like we are impaled on it.

A lot of this is autosuggestion and conditioning, for example Mistress will tell us She is expanding the plug when we are serving Her intimately or sucking a Real Man, but the plugs don’t change size, we just feel like they have and massively so. When I am between Mistresses thighs my plug feels so warm and swollen  like is about to burst me. And Mistress likes to keep it that way while I am hand washing Her panties after cunnilingus.  

The ‘gay little sissy thing’ used teasingly and fondly by Mistress does sting deeply though like a slap across my face or rather my bare bottom. But so does returning to the secretary pool in tears after a BJ or anal and the other sissies giggling and telling me I must have enjoyed it a little teeny tiny bit, pointing to the very small wet spot in my panties. of course I do the same to them too.

The tiny squirts or leaks are so embarrassing, you never feel them as they happen, but all of a sudden you see the other maids look there, or Mistress, or even worse one of the Real Men and you notice the tiny patch. Mistress and the other superiors are mostly amused but sometimes you will be punished for making a mess in your panties, without permission. And often you will wake in the night after a dream about pleasing Mistress or sucking Master and you will feel the dampness too. Mistresses teases me that is a sissies way of creaming my panties, and it certainly has become more noticeable after the hormonal gelding.

Sometimes the Sir might step out of His office and ask the giggling sissies what all the fuss and commotion is all about, asking me if I am ok, in mock concern.

“Yes Sir, nothing is the matter, thank You Sir.” I would curtsy and reply.

“Well do stop all this silly sissy nonsense, some of us are trying to work.”

 “Yes Sir,  thank You Sir.” We would all curtsy and reply together.

He might slap my bottom “Unless you want to return to my office for another spanking.”

“Yes Sir, no Sir, thank You Sir.” I would reply anxiously, but also wanting to go back into His office with Him too.

The other sissies would of course all see this too.

But also one of the offices Misses might take notice and we might be summoned for a caning.

Just like at home or serving in the hotels, cafes, clubs, sissies must always wait to be spoken to by a superior, waiting for permission to speak. And always when spoken to curtsying before speaking and curtsying obediently after replying. Sissies must always keep their gaze lowered beneath the superiors belt line, unless told otherwise. Except when serving Mistress or Sir intimately. For fellatio sissy must always look up submissively and obediently, showing Sir how much She wants to please Him, more than anything in the world that moment, always striving to give  Him the best BJ He has ever had. Whilst squelching on your plug in rhythm with your bobbing head and sucking, your eyes widening as you go deeper and deeper in your mouth and in your bottom too. then after He has cum, still looking up adoringly, still squirming and squidging on your plug, looking up in awe of His masculine power, His pleasure filling your mouth.  Until finally dismissively He gives you permission to swallow. Then after thanking Him your eyes must be immediately lowered. Some Men like to perch you on their knee to swallow, or thank Him after anal penetration. And you might be allowed to cling tearfully overcome, to Him for a moment, before He dismisses you. But mostly it is just the dismissal, and in either case you feel so used and needy.

Or Mistress, or one of the office Misses might call you to help Her change Her panties. you must look up then too performing these intimate tasks for Her. Showing how eagerly and obediently you wish to serve Her. of course with Mistress its obedience and reverence, love and helpless desire, but with other Ladies it is obedience and reverence, but is still very arousing. Then as soon as you are finished you must lower your gaze.

The Sirs like to observe these interactions too and will often summon an excited  sissy to their own office immediately afterwards. He might ask her why she is so flustered, hot and bothered. Asking if sissy thinks its appropriate to get excited changing a Real Woman’s panties for Her. How naughty it is for sissies to get excited and needy like this. This is usually a prelude to spanking and fellatio, but sissy still feels very naughty and frightened, knowing she will be spanked. In fact even though a spanking, albeit from Sirs very hard and flat palm is less painful, than the canes, or dreadful crops and the horrid tawse. Being put over His knee is no less intimidating and fearsome for sissy, He is so much bigger and stronger than she is. So pliant and helpless even without her being restrained in cuffs and pantie gagged.

And these moments, if not all moments, your little latex PVC mini skirt feels so tiny and tight. And

when He slaps your bottom to hurry you His slap seems so loud and to sting so much. The skirt and your blouse is so tight and skimpy. Unlike Mistresses clothing which is so sexy but so well tailored and comfortable, often like a second skin for Her. Your own office attire feeling at least 2 sizes too small, so demeaning, as you wiggle and totter, hurrying at Sirs beck and call. The snap of the fingers and your curtsy, or one of the Misses sending you for the cane.

Because the important decisions are made by the women there isn’t very much for the Men to do except be eye candy for flirting with and more for the Ladies. The Men do also have creative and technical input but the final decisions are made by the women. There is  glass ceiling for Men here, and a desktop ceiling for the sissies, under Sirs desk. So the Men flirt and enjoy masculine banter. For us sissies this can be quite hard remembering when we thought we were Men and trying to engage in office or workplace banter, though never as confident or easy as the Real Men.

Of course now we are just there to keep the office tidy and keeping the Men happy performing ‘special duties’. Although it often felt like a lot you might only perform oral a couple of times a day, or be used for anal. New girls get used a lot more until the novelty wears off. Similarly you might only be caned a couple of times in a week. But the teasing and flirting from the Men is constant. And you are therefore constantly feeling sexually vulnerable and aroused, eager to please the Real Men. More  eager than you dare to admit ever even to yourself. The other sissies all know and feel it though, and of course so do the superiors, that’s why they treat you so strictly, its exactly how they want you to be.

And on the way home the taxi driver always picks one of us for fellatio and sometimes another sissy for anal. Although not very often He might escort you into your house, Mistress wont be home from Her workplace anyway near that time. She will be enjoying drinks with Her colleagues, maybe a liaison with one of the office hunks. And He might expect a BJ in the kitchen, before He leaves. This is relatively unusual though as usually He wants to fuck you in the back of the taxi while the other sissymaids keep their eyes lowered. Mistress generally doesn’t approve of this either and you will be punished when She arrives home, with the cane if you are fortunate, with the crop if She is feeling less lenient. For Him its just a sigh of slight annoyance, and slight amusement too, boys will be boys after all. And She still wants to be a good host. Also She likes the extra sense of vulnerability it brings to me, that feeling of even my private space not being private, not  that sissies are allowed private/personal  space  or privacy.

But in any case after you arrive home you must immediately put your maids uniform on and start all the housework, before Mistress arrives home. One of the nice jobs is washing Mistresses sheets and nightwear, because you usually leave the household before she does. And sometimes if her lover has been staying over the sheets are still tacky and sticky with their passion. As you hand wash Her private intimate things you cant help but squirm and long for your Mistress.

When She does return home She rarely asks you about your day, unless She has heard something and wants to enjoy teasing you about the details. Some Mistresses  have multiple maids in their household and maybe one or two go out to work in an office if it amuses Mistress. In other households the maids are strictly domestic and in purdah. It all really depends on Mistresses preferences. At the end of each week you bring home a small sealed wage packet or envelope to hand to Mistress. There isn’t actually anything of significance inside, as all of the economy is cashless now, but it’s a symbolic amount and Mistress often smiles and wonders aloud what treats She should buy Herself with your pin money.

There is also a report card and if you have been punished that week Mistress will often decide to punish

you again, often videotaping it to send to the office Miss who punished you. or She might watch it live. Humiliatingly I have been told that a lot of the office Misses just delete these videos of you in tears being so severely caned or cropped, without watching. But also these clips are very popular on porn channels a lot of vanilla and semi interested vanilla Ladies like these videos, so they are a good source of income.

Part of the reason sissies are used as secretaries or office assistants. Is that some Mistresses do not want their sissy being used sexually in the household, or at least at first. But do recognize the very pleasurable benefits of feminized sissies being put under male domination. Even those mistresses who might be initially reluctant or even hostile soon warm when they see the effect on sissies. There is just something deeper and more helplessly emotional about their  obedient loving service, as if being used by a Man makes them even more ultra femme, in a way that a real woman never would be.

And the office dynamic where the women hold the ultimate power and enjoy flirting and liaisons  with the Real Men. The Real Men don’t mind the power imbalance too much as long as the flirting leads to sex with the very hot Ladies which it often does. And in the meantime the office sissies can be summoned with a click of the fingers or the intercom to perform ‘special’ duties. Often its pleasurable to go out and flirt with all of the sissies while you make your selection, then hurrying the sissy to your office with a couple of well placed slaps on her trembling behind. Knowing that all the other sissies will be watching in hot desperation, wishing they had been chosen. Wishing it was them being hurried squealing form the sharp slaps to serve Him. Even as serving Him orally or for anal only leaves them hotter and more needy after He has used them. And the office Ladies if they see the sissies getting a little too much attention might be jealous, and sissies will get caned. But sissies must always be pleasing to the real Men sexually and submissive and obedient for the office Misses, just as they always are for their own Mistress and owner.                    

Mistress has told me that oddly there isn’t as much interest in these videos from submissive or masochistic purchasers. Its as if in the videos we are simply too pathetic and we just too distressing for them to be enjoyable. But there is a great deal of demand from the dominant or superior perspective. Before I was put into panties and chastity,  feminized and put into service, I was never in any sense what is sometimes referred to as a pain-slut, but I understand some sissies were. But as soon as the treatments and hormones take effect even those maids now dreadfully fear even the threat of the canes and crops. Just thinking about being punished makes us ready to burst into tears, and being told to fetch the implements of punishment, especially the leather crop or tawse renders  us totally numb and sick with fear.

Mistress says She gets such a thrill of dominance watching me tremble and the colour drain out of me

completely, that it means She is exceedingly likely to punish me even more strictly and severely than She originally intended. And when She gags me with the panties She literally soaked while watching me scurry mincing for the crop. They are usually very warm and oh so very damp  with Her arousal.

Likewise for the sissy even though the punishment is so feared and dreaded, so painful and horrid it is still erotically charged. Sex and fear, though it is the superiors sexual pleasure and the inferior sissies fear.

We do so dread, being found displeasing, or disobedient, and punished in any way. But curiously even though  being put over a Real Mans lap for a spanking is also dreadfully painful, they have such large hands and seem to be able to flatten and harden the palm so that the sting suffuses very widely and quickly through your exposed upturned rump with each loud slap or spank. Knocking the breath out of you although you are usually pantie gagged. But although we never openly admit it, but our faces, mouth open scandalized, stifling an embarrassed giggle, betrays to the other sissies how aroused you are by the thought of being spanked. But maybe that is because an over the knee spanking is usually a prelude or foreplay to fellatio for Sir.

And as much as we persistently tell ourselves it is only forced-bi no matter how so nearly orgasmic it feels to suck and please Him. And the tears and used feeling when He slaps your bottom dismissing and discarding you after you have swallowed and thanked Him, only makes you want to be called back again between His knees so utterly desperately. Some Men like to flirtingly tease us. Asking if we were given the choice of being allowed to release and have a tiny weak sissy squirt, after so long in chastity, or to kneel and please Him again, what would we choose. And the answer is always blushingly to please you Sir. And He always laughs and says well that is why you will never be given the choice anyway, and that when a Real Man cums sissy swallows obediently.

Mistress will tease me about this mercilessly laughing ‘what a gay little choice’ often playing with the key to my chastity that She keeps dangling on a chain nesting in Her cleavage. And how that is exactly why I am to be kept in chastity and plugged.

And of course there is no reason for the office sissy dynamic, apart from because the Ladies and the

Real Men,  enjoy the scenario, and interaction. And if I am being truthful, but please don’t tell anybody, it is very enjoyable to sit and wiggle on Sirs lap in a tiny PVC mini skirt, feeling His erection grow as you squirm.

You will be spanked over that lap too, and although it is so painful and distressing it is also so utterly sexual. Especially as a spanking unless for punishment is nearly always a prelude to oral service and often anal too,

Even if you feel so totally shamed and used when you hurry back to the other girls or secretaries after you have cleaned, Him or swallowed and been dismissed with a slap on the bottom. Nearly in tears but also in petty triumph seeing the other sissies  jealous pouts. Until the next time when one of them gets chosen instead of you.

And it is so nice going home to Mistress and giving Her your little pay envelope for Her to open at the end of the week. Especially satisfying if She allows you to wear your office outfit while you do so, with a curtsy of course. Wondering what indulgence for Herself she will spend your pin money on. Although sometimes She might buy something for you, a pretty new uniform or glossy nightdress to wear,

although I think Sir enjoys seeing me in this more than myself. Or maybe a new cane or whip for my discipline, the canes do wear out over time, but the leather crop just seems to get more worn and horrid over time. Or more usually just some expensive wine or treats for Herself to enjoy.

Thank you Mistress and thank you to the office Ladies and Hunks (Real Men) in the office. Curtsy xx.