Afternoon service for Mistress

 

“You may kneel down here again sissy.” Mistress told me as She took the chilled wine from the silver tray. She often preferred  chilled white wine after cunnilingus. Although sometimes She liked a chilled spritzer, or if She was enjoying an after work, welcome home whisky, another whisky again with just a small dash of ice.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied and smoothed my apron, my fingertips pausing ever so slightly over my chastity bump. I saw the satisfied mischievous  twinkle in Her eyes, as She noted my slight embarrassment and discomfort, which made me, as always, very self conscious.  Then I knelt again between Her thighs.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered again in the intimate heat between Her thighs the smell of Her arousal and satisfaction, mingling with the smell of Her slightly raised leather miniskirt, and the slightly contrasting smell of the leather seat. Both were wet, slick from Mistresses  pleasure and I would be cleaning both later, The smell and wet heat  was very intoxicating. To one side on the couch lay a discarded pair of Her lovely onyx black silk and lace panties, they were intimately damp when I had removed them to please Mistress.

“No need for fresh panties yet sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And no need to hurry away and wash these just yet sissy, plenty of time for that later.” She said

indulgently

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“With the rest of your chores later while I am relaxing in my pool.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Mistresses villa didn’t really need a pool,  the spacious property was right by the beach, if fact the dunes of beach were just behind the outdoor dining area.

I was not allowed to go to the beach, nor to leave the boundaries of my domesticity. Just to hurry out to serve at the table or to bring Mistress and Her friends, often Her lovers  drinks  in the pool. Then quickly back inside to my housework until I was summoned again.

Although the scene was not exclusively waspy or  white, a lot of sissies Mistresses and superiors were. And a great deal of value was placed on my creamy white skin, with its rose hints that bloomed so prettily when I blushed. Which was quite often. My upper thighs and my décolletage flushing pink with arousal. I am told it is very comely.

Especially when I was serving drinks to one of Mistresses lovers or Her male friends. They would nearly always squeeze  and fondle my bottom, as I leant over to serve them drinks. Always as expected showing them my pert sissy cleavage. And squeaking or squealing with embarrassment as they slipped their very large hands into my panties. And I would flush and redden around my upper thighs just as my face would redden with my fluster.

I was expected to appear scandalized and pout demurely but prettily. Then always to curtsy and whisper in husky but still with that effeminate sissy squeak. “Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” Flushed crimson  with aroused shame.      

“You may continue to kiss me softly and respectfully , but eyes down sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And continue squidging on your plug but softly and slowly.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I like the little needy wet sounds you make sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

It was all auto suggestion but nonetheless very real to me, but whenever I was serving Mistress orally my 10” plug felt even more swollen and massive inside me. So much more invading penetrating and phallic. It felt like at any moment it would become just too much for me and I would burst. Mistress liked me to feel this way at least until I had hand washed Her panties. That lovely intimate chore that  She and most Mistresses preferred to send their desperately excited sissies to after cunnilingus. It was delightfully intimate and sensuous way of putting me in my place, and the swollen plug reinforced the emotional mnemonic. Delightful for Her to observe I might clarify, but also intense for me as I would have to curtsy and mince prettily to the laundry room, barely able to move, with panting and softly gasping, moaning  I was so needy.

And standing at the small stone basin the plug would feel like it was throbbing as I would be unable to

stop myself squidging and twisting haplessly impaled. I was not permitted to lean or press my chastity against the basin, while I worked. And never dared to even when I was alone in the house. I was a good chastity sissy and wanted to be for Mistress. Besides which the house AI would and did report any inappropriate or naughtiness immediately to Mistress.

Mistress would often neglect or purposefully forget to reduce the plug effect. Especially if She was expecting guests, and especially male guests.

Her Lady friends all Mistresses in Femtopia too, would enjoy teasing me. Asking Mistress either discretely or openly, so I could hear it as well in either case.

“Whatever is wrong with your sissymaid today, She is looking rather flushed.”

She would laugh knowing only too well why I was so flushed and flustered, just as their own sissy maids were so frequently.

Mistress would reply, as they watched me squirm with embarrassment, for their amusement. And it would make it so difficult for me as I hurried about fetching drinks, and curtsying and thanking them for being allowed to serve the Ladies while they relaxed. They would watch me curtsy and smooth my apron afterwards, often with an amused chortle as my fingertips paused almost but not quite imperceptibly over my chastity bulge. Often with a patronizing pat on the bottom, or even squeeze through my panties of my chastity, and a “What a  sweet, (or cute) little curtsy sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I would curtsy again, a sissy must always curtsy and thank the superior when spoken to, and then curtsy again.

“With that cute little ass and such a winsome curtsy You would be fetching my strap on a lot at my house sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I would curtsy again flushed with embarrassment now.

“And maybe my crop too sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I would whisper in total numb fright, as any sissy is transformed at the merest whisper of the crop.

Then when they had finished teasing me the tone would be instantly dismissive, and disinterested.

At such moments I would be dismissed back to my housework, or told to face the wall until I was needed again.

Or if Mistresses Lady friends were accompanied, as they often were by their lovers or consorts (Real Men consorts of course, their sissies would be at home busy with housework). The Ladies would allow their lovers to entertain themselves with me while they chatted and drank more wine, often in or around the pool area, in the open area just behind the patio windows where the light sea breeze was most pleasant for them .

In fact my intimate service as that of other housemaids was considered good hospitality on Mistresses

part. I would be called over to Sir, or Master and put over His lap for a pre fellatio spanking. He would always find a reason to spank me, was I too eager to serve Him ? Too much fellatio inviting lip gloss, even though Mistress and the Ladies said never too much for sissy. Was I too needy to serve Him. And I must remember, that my own desperate aching needs were unimportant and irrelevant, only His pleasure & what He wanted was important. Did I kiss the visiting Ladies bottom too eagerly, too excitedly, I must always remember that a Real Woman’s bottom is for sissy to kiss obediently and respectfully no matter how lovely and exciting their well shaped bottoms were. Mistress and most Ladies in Femtopia expected sissies to kneel and kiss their often leather skirted bottoms in greeting.

Of coursed I was never allowed to rebuff or demur, only to accept what my superiors deemed to be so.   And for whatever reason I would always be so tearful and repentant, knowing I fully deserved my spanking, and all I could hope fort was that Master would be less strict with me than I fully deserved. And it no small thing in terms of physical pain and emotional distress, for a sissy to be put over a Real Mans knee gagged with my own fusty panties, or on occasion one of the Ladies still warm moist panties and spanked. the swollen throbbing plug, just made it feel so much more sexually demeaning.

And of course the plug would be left engorged while I sucked Masters own expectant swollen throbbing cock. Bobbing my head on His cock and my bottom on my plug. The plug might only be removed briefly so He could spread my tight sissy cheeks and open  my ass  with His huge insistent cock.

She was still lovely and warm down there in her intimate post orgasmic heat. I kissed Her inner thigh softly.

“I love you Miss, thank You Miss. ” I blurted, then was immediately overcome  with fright for having spoken without permission, suddenly very aware of the cane leaning against the wall behind the couch. Not of course that a sissy could ever fully or even partially be ever less than excruciating aware of its presence.

But Mistress was feeling indulgent today.

“Shush sissy, I am also very fond of my chastitymaid, especially when she is such a good girl with her tongue.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered thankfully, but still knowing Mistress could and would remember later and punish me if She so chose.

Sometimes Mistress would go out with Her friends and allow one of Her male friends, or sometimes a group of Real Men  to stay over and ‘look after me’ for the night. I might even be allowed to sleep in the bed with Him after He had finished fucking me. This wasn’t as ‘special’ at it might seem, being pushed face down onto the bed that Mistress and Her lovers had inhibited wild sex on. I would be in cuffs and gagged with my panties, face down into Mistresses  silk sheets. But afterwards, after I had licked Him clean and thanked Him, I might be allowed to sleep on the bed, in the wet patch besides Him, some Men liked that. And often I would lie beside in the darkness while He slept and I wouldn’t be able to help myself and would kiss His still swollen cock softly. Real Men in Femtopia are always showers and often stay semi erect even when they are sleeping. Even though it felt so humiliating and ‘gay’ not in an empowering way but a pathetic sissy gayness, in my glossy pink babydoll negligee, in chastity, kissing a Real Mans cock in worship and awe. And often I would feel Him or His cock at least stir and I would be unable to stop myself kissing and sucking Him, until He was hard in my mouth, and then to bob my hot little mouth softly. Inevitably He would wake up surprised but pleasantly so. Cumming in my mouth and face before rolling over again after I had swallowed and telling me to go to sleep now sissy. I would still be so hot and needy in the darkness. And knowing that in the morning He would spank me for my naughtiness, no matter how much He enjoyed it.

He didn’t often use the tawse to punish me for this, but sometimes He would tell Mistress who thought

the crop or at least a severe caning with the thick cane then following up with lashes from the thin springy canes, was appropriate punishment for such impertinence.

But I just couldn’t help myself even if I knew as I always did that I would be left totally frustrated and needy if not immeasurably more so after He rolled over and back to sleep, leaving me in hot helpless sexual misery in the darkness. The moist warm darkness now reeking of His manly pleasure again.

When Mistress was away on vacation and I was sent to be a chambermaid at one of the hotels which were also primarily just bordellos for the Real Men as well as luxury hotels. The chambermaids would always waked the one or sometimes two even three on occasion if the hotel was particularly busy, of the guests with fellatio, in turn of course. But afterwards we would join all the other sissy chambermaids  for the chores and housework running the hotel. Supervised by the very strict Misses with their very sharp stinging hurry crops or thin springy hurry canes. You felt so vulnerable when the cane or crop stung the backs of your thighs, the very short maids uniform felt even shorter more exposed.

But the Misses would encourage us or rather insist, that we tell each other how much we loved sucking the Sirs cock and how thick His morning cum was today, how wonderful it must be, for Him to be woken so perfectly. How everything must be faultless for the superior and everything and every detail, no matter how tiny and insignificant, must be absolutely  perfect for His or Her pleasure. And how enjoyable for them, while we hurry about gracefully, delicately pretty but breathless, with fright of the cane or crop.

And always so erotically charged, we were blushing squirming with shame and embarrassed ‘so gay’ arousal. Then of course the Misses would tut tut exaggeratedly  and tell us to hurry on with our little menial chores. Not that we would ever dare stop or slacken, except to curtsy to passing superiors for just a brief moment.

And of course the feeling of fullness of penetration from our plugs, as we squidged and squelched haplessly on the phallic plugs. It always felt and sounded so hotly warm and wet, so lewd. We were constantly self conscious of the plug and especially so after sexual service. The superiors barely noticed it, apart from the mince in our gait, and the blushing of course. But delighted in teasing us mercilessly as we hurried about. The Men would often slap loudly and soundly us across our bottoms, or the backs of our thighs as we passed them, and the plug would suddenly feel impossibly more massive. And the Misses too hurrying us along with the hurry crop or springy cane. We would have to stop and curtsy deeply to the superior if He slapped us, or the Miss had so casually but painfully criss crossed our rears with the cane. Thanking them and curtsying again. Each deep curtsy making you feel even more acutely aware of the huge cock shaped plug.

The 10” plug was extremely phallic and exaggeratedly so. The bulbous glans, constantly pressing and

rubbing on my prostate. But the whole length of the cock was thick and penetrating. Because of the estrogen and hormone infusion in the incredibly slippery feeling silicon. I felt like my whole cavity, not just the sphincter was clamped or clutching around the cock constantly. It felt like it was throbbing inside me. And the infusion and the lubes Mistress and Masters used on my plug and when penetrating my ass made me feel so totally tight, a little finger, felt impossibly huge inside me. Even my own pathetic tiny clitty, before gelding would be noticeable,  Mistress would laugh.

So totally and utterly tight,  but also for Mistress and Master fantastically slippery too. So much so that some real Men when experiencing fucking a sissy with the new lubes for the first time, couldn’t help but cum immediately. In a similar way some Men enjoy a tit wank so much that they cant help but cum very quickly into your face, rather than following on to full on fellatio. Of course Real Men can cum quite frequently and copiously so after curtsying and thanking Him, then fetching Him a beer He is ready for His BJ again. And Real Men soon learn to control the urge to cum quickly in my ass, the longer and deeper they thrust the more satisfying and deeper their pleasure.

They always cum fairly quickly as Real Men in Femtopia are quite insatiable, but they  like to see me twisting and writhing, moaning helplessly as they penetrate me. In fact the only time Real Men do and must hold back is when they are having sex with Mistress, as even though the lovers are nominally equal Mistress must always orgasm, and either orgasm together or first.

This and also because our Mistress very much delight in imposing forced bi on their chastity maids. Is one of the reasons why sissy maids frequently not just fluff but satisfy Mistresses lovers as foreplay for the superiors, so He will last much longer for, and satisfy  Mistress. That and because the Ladies recognize that Real Men can be insatiable and such dumb brutes, and it feels good to let them indulge their frequent urges with the housemaid. He is not allowed to be rough or in any way (apart from corporal punishment of course) violent with sissy. But He is always very dominant and forceful with sissy. And myself and all the other sissies always feel overwhelmingly physically and sexually intimidated by Him, as well emotionally and intellectually. He and She is superior to us in every possible way.

Everything about a sissies life in Femtopia is highly eroticized and sexualized, keeping us constantly flustered and aroused. Desperately and acutely needy but never permitted relief or release. Nor even to beg for release or even murmur or mention that need. Chastity maids  must be totally sweet and demure, but exquisitely sexual, in our very tight, tiny uniforms, that show our glossy panties, the outline our chastity locks, the base of the plug, with every movement. And because all the sissies in Femtopia are gelded, and have budding breasts, low cut in the front if there are to be Real Men present. Although if not Mistress prefers a pretty peter pan collar, which is also very tight and stuffy. But so pretty looking for the superiors which is all that matters.

For the sissy everything is excruciatingly sexual and foreplay, every tiny chore, every little humiliation, and punishment, our whole day fraught with the need to be attentive to Mistress and increasingly as the hormones deepen in Femtopia, for  Master too. sex for us is ached for hotly and constantly, no matter how many time the superior orgasms and we are left hot and needy still. But for the superior it is only a small part of their busy important meaningful day. But for the superior we are just there to serve obediently and unobtrusively. Self effacing hurry along with the chores. If the superior want intimate service He or She snaps Her fingers and then equally coolly and haughtily, dismisses us afterwards.

This is totally intended & expected, Mistress not at all concerned or even often consciously aware, of the sissy squirming and aching in Her pretty uniform. Though Mistress does often like to tease us for Her and Her friends amusement too. before watching us curtsy and fetch drinks or telling us to stand facing the wall until further service might be required.           

Above me I heard Her sip Her wine and light a cigarette, a small sigh of pleasure, satisfied pleasure, it was so satisfying  to be a Lady or a Real Man  in Femtopia.

Later when I was back at my chores in the stuffy little laundry room, I heard Her splashing in the pool and chatting with one of Her friends over the phone propped up on the sun lounger. 

Mistress was telling Her friend about a rather dreamy new Man in Her office, and how She would be

having date with Him this evening. But She had gotten Herself so aroused that She had either needed to masturbate in Her office or come home to enjoy my tongue, or to enjoy one of the sissies in the beachfront cafes. I heard excited giggling when Mistresses friend told Mistress She would have rushed home and given sissy a firm pegging.

“Oh I was very tempted.” Mistress laughed “But it is me who wants a nice big cock to ride tonight”  The other woman laughed.

“When He comes to pick me up later sissy can see whose cum she will be hand washing out of my panties tomorrow, if I decide to wear panties tonight.”

“Oh lovely.”

“Yes I might get Him to give sissy a nice firm spanking as well He does have quite a prominent bulge too.”

“No pre date BJ ?” the other woman asked already knowing the answer.

Mistress often liked to keep Her dates waiting while She got Herself ready upstairs. I would kneel and perform fellatio while they waited. Mistress said that Real Men can be very impatient, and pre date oral, meant they would be less frisky on the night and still eager and very ready for Her pleasure later.

“No not on first date, but later of course and if and when He stays over sissy can of course wake Him in the morning in that special way.”

“Yes well the perfect way for a chastitymaid to start her day, ‘cuckolded’ and swallowing obediently after waking a Real Man, then getting on with Her housework.”

“Yummy.” I hear Her say.

“Well not quite yummy but a nice thick taste, for sissy as She starts the housework.” The other Mistress laughed.

“Enjoyable for Him is suppose and perfect for a chastity sissy.”

After fellatio I could still smell and taste Sirs thick cum for hours, no matter how thoroughly I cleaned myself, all through the day. Unless Mistress wanted cunnilingus or to queen me in the morning, then all I could taste smell and think about was Her warm wet pleasure. And how much I needed to release, to squirt just once, or just be milked once more, but of course sissies in Femtopia  never were allowed that.

Mistress said it was especially sweet knowing I was pleasing a Real Man, locked in chastity so my BJ would be even more perfect for Him.

I heard Mistress laugh again and splash in the pool.

Mistress and the other Lady carried on chatting, discussing how I would be getting Mistress ready for Her date, helping Her as She took a long bath. Softly scraping any dead skin from Her body or with the loofah, Maybe gently shaving Her legs Her intimacies if the hair was visible. Mistress used a epilator compound and sometimes wax if there was any visible hair, but still She had a lovely soft down that was felt rather than visible. This was more sensuous than the strict hormonal epilator treatments I used and the wax everywhere that kept me totally squeaky smooth. Pink and shiny like  cartoon pig Mistress liked to tease me.

Then after Her bath moisturizing and scenting Her skin, patting Her dry with soft silk towels, occasionally being allowed to kiss Her soft lovely skin.

Helping Her select the sexiest lingerie and panties, She liked black or scarlet silk & lace for Her lovers

pleasure for Her dates. Teasing me asking me if I thought this pair of panties or bra set was sexy enough. She also had a collection of very sleek silk sheath backless dresses, that were barely there on Her body and She liked no panties for those dresses. No bra either just a small tape bodyform undercups that made Her cleavage look amazing full and pert. I would get so excited seeing Her dressed like this, kneeling to kiss Her bottom, aching with need to not be a  chastity sissy one time. And Her lovers would get instantly but confidently aroused too, I could see their bulge growing, Real Men in Femtopia are showers rather than growers, as He took Her arm or even softly cupped and patted Her bottom, in that slightly dominating way. Not like the patronizing demeaning way He  would firmly pat or slap my bottom, loudly too for maximum effect. But in that quite masculine way for Mistress. Which would make it totally  much more unbearable for me and any of the other sissies in Femtopia. 

Even though Femtopia was a strictly FLR society I knew that with some particular Men, Mistress and the other Ladies enjoyed letting them to be a little dominant and leading. That little cup or almost imperceptible on the bottom was an example of that. Mistress even allowing some of Her lovers to spank Her occasionally, lightly and playfully of course, before sex. When hand washing Her negligee, lingerie or panties in the morning, they would be quite maddeningly soaked. I would be nearly in tears with sexual humiliation and frustration as I finger washed the silk and lace. So needy I felt like I could explode with my desire for Her and  to sissy squirt. Just like those day before I was pantied and in chastity when I would be so desperate to get home & masturbate and be so utterly frantic, that as soon as touched myself it would nearly always be a totally disappointing premature mess. Totally spent and unable to build up again no matter how much I needed to. 

In the early days pre physical chastity Mistress had questioned me rather probingly about this inappropriate touching, with touching concern. I say pre physical touching because Mistress always had a way of getting me intensely aroused, but then so sweetly asking me ‘I hope you don’t masturbate thinking about those girls or other girls now, do you ?’ and I would reply so earnestly very nearly truthfully, that of course I didn’t Mistress. And then She would say ‘and I hope you don’t touch yourself thinking about me, because that would be so inappropriate and naughty wouldn’t it?’ and I would groan and agree with Her. And from that point on anytime I even started to get horny I would see Her face looking so concerned saying ‘I do hope you don’t touch yourself thinking about me, sissy.’ And immediately I would go soft or just leak totally unsatisfying  all over my underwear. And then to cap it all She would say as if totally sympathetic to my desperate desires for Her  ‘the sooner we get you into panties, meaning chastity and feminized,  the better sissy’. She was also conditioning me to a series unconscious triggers, linked to my disappointing jerking, and my other fantasies that She could elicit subconsciously whenever She pleased, with a variety of subtle gestures for Her amusement, and that would be initiated by any number of tiny insignificant or significant events throughout my day. For example just glancing at myself in a mirror, or seeing another pretty sissy would bring back memories of my harem fantasies and a instant urge to cum only this time I was one of the harem slaves and only the superior would be cumming.   

Always  so needy I could almost feel myself just on the verge or edge of spurting, but never ever doing so. The most I ever felt was a slight dampness in my panties after an inadvertent and unnoticed, unconscious  sissy leak. This would be tiny squirt of possibly very weak precum or seminal fluid and was very embarrassing. It would happen while I was sucking Sir, or pleasing Mistress. Maybe also when my ass was being fucked or pegged, although It was difficult to discern after anal penetration because I would always be so messy and ‘sticky panties’ with Masters thick cum or lube. And also sometimes at night when I was dreaming. My dreams were always about serving and pleasing Mistress or Sir and mostly intimately.

More often than not Mistress would  tease me terribly in front of Her lover or Her friends about my sissy leaks. But also She might decide to punish me for my inappropriate needy leaks.

This was all I could ever do anyway, no matter how constantly overwhelmingly  I wanted or needed to.

All sissies in Femtopia are hormonally gelded, so my cherries had receded back into my body and clitty was just a tiny button, behind the equally tiny but totally obdurate pink silicon chastity lock. This like the hormones and feminization, was in theory totally reversible, but in Femtopia in practice would never happen.  

Naturally I was never allowed to ask or dare to mention when Mistress might have enjoyed a spanking but Mistress and Her lover would always have an air of extreme satisfaction from Her but from Him too the next day as well. Often when I knelt to kiss Mistress bottom She would give me a happy little wiggle Her skirted bottom on my face, and sometimes I couldn’t help but glance up at Sir and see Him smile too. And it was Mistresses prerogative, whether or not She wanted to play submissive with Her lover or not. But when She didn’t He was always very dominant with me. At these times I always got an extra sound spanking, if not the tawse from Him and quite urgent forceful oral and anal.

I had overheard Mistress laughing to Her friends how She enjoyed watching slightly furtively when Her lover was annoyed and was extra strict and  very dominant with me. It made Her very  wet She giggled and also very likely to peg me before oral, if She wanted oral. Sometimes She just enjoyed touching herself with me facing the wall or busy with housework while She climaxed.   

Of course anything Mistress wore was so exciting to me and the other sissies, and the Mistresses and the Misses did always like to be fashionable and attractive, for everyday wear and for going out with Her friends or on dates. I thought of all the other sissies feeling the same intense arousal and need. Helping dress Mistress then watching Her leave for the day to work or in the evenings with Her friends or lover,  aching for their Mistress. Wanting so much to beg Her for just one time, but never daring to, never daring to so much speak or sissy squeak without  permission.  Then hurrying on breathlessly with their housework, always fearful of the cane or worse.

Then in the morning hand washing Mistresses clothes and Her underwear, Her panties, and often finding Her lovers still thick cum stains to be curtsied and kissed respectfully, in Her panties, just like sissy must always curtsy and kiss the intimate often still moist spot on Mistresses panties, before delicately finger washing the lovely intimate silk and lace.

I had been pantied and put in chastity outside Femtopia and cuckolded too so was well  used to the intense humiliation of washing another mans a Real Mans cum out of your wife or girlfriend now your Mistresses panties. While you were in chastity and plugged. But it never got any easier, in fact each and every time it was intensely sexually humiliating.

But of course you would never dare to complain unless you wanted Mistress to find a reason for you to

be punished. Sometimes Mistress would tease you about the look of aching distress in your eyes, above your pretty obedient smile. And have Her current lover put you over His knee for a spanking, to make you more grateful to wash Her panties. which most often led to fellatio for Him too.

Or on occasion send you for the tawse. That dreadful 3” wide  thick but ever slightly flexible leather blade, that the Masters and Sirs liked to use. Every bit as  horrid and fearful as Mistresses crop. That would similarly make you so numb with fright, and instantly drain all the color from your skin.

And afterwards you would curtsy and thank Him or Her so sweetly, then hurry back to washing Her panties or your housework, with your bottom and upper thighs throbbing and stinging.

Mistress and Her friend continued laughing and talking about Her new lover, while Mistress splashed about in the pool. Every so often I would hear the little china sissy bell ring and I would hurry upstairs out to the poolside to bring Mistress a fresh drink. Mistress was skinny dipping  in Her  pool. Sometimes She liked to wear very sexy bikini sets for the pool or the nearby beach and sometimes nothing at all.

She didn’t talk to me except to give me instructions, She was too engrossed chatting to Her  friend and I would quickly curtsy and thank Her, before hurrying back inside. Sometimes She might nod or wave Her fingers in dismissal, other times not.

She was enjoying the expensive chilled white wine getting quite happily tipsy relaxing in or around the pool. I could tell that the other Lady on the other end of the pool was too. It didn’t really matter when Mistress wanted to freshen or rather sober up, a very small shot would instantly liven Her up again. The food treatments, like the body treatments were very clever. Extremely formerly unhealthy highly  fatty and sugar foods were rendered as nutritious  & healthy as fresh fruit & vegetables, volume wasn’t a problem either. And also alcohol, recreational drugs, cigarettes made harmless, and the effects of drugs and drinking could be switched off with a simple shot, when desired. Mistress tells me the shot actually gives Her quite a cocaine like rush just for a second, then poof like a burst of magic, any ill effects are gone.

Sissies are not allowed any fatty sugary foods nonetheless, we must always watch our diets, eating only plain white dry toast, and nibbling daintily insipid white bread triangle sandwiches at lunchtime. Neurotically fussing that we stay slim and pretty for Mistress and any Real Men. Of course the dry bread is totally calorie controlled and infused with everything we need top be totally healthy.

Much like the bodily hormones and treatments used to feminize sissies. The superiors also sculpt their own bodies appearance & health to perfection. The Ladies like to peak at late to mid 20’s and the Real Men at late20’s to mid 30’s. Sissies are kept at early 20’s. Though some older Men like to have a couple of distinguished grey highlights, and some of the more senior Ladies do too. and nearly everyone is super healthy if not athletic looking, the Ladies like to be both athletic and voluptuous. Sissies are small in stature and very slender but with soft rounded bottoms and small pert breasts. The cut of sissies maids uniforms and any other garments, emphasizing her now high slender feminized waist, and hips, though not quite as softly rounded as a Real Woman’s still soft and appealing in an effeminine manner.  

At a glance it looks like an example the ultimate example  of paradise or hubris. This is not exclusive or limited to Femtopia, and whereas once these treatments were exorbitant in cost now they are everyday essentials.              

For Mistress It was so lovely and sunny outside but also with a refreshing summer breeze. Contrasting with the humid quite airless house and my tight stuffy and sticky feeling uniform. The  intelligent AC in the house only followed Mistress and the other superiors around. It would be a waste of electricity, and the environment  for the housemaid, just as electronic labour saving devices are considered. All a  Sissymaid chores must be performed arduously and adoringly by hand and a sissymaid must always see to it that she look pretty and grateful while doing so.

Behind me Mistress climbed out of the pool briefly to lie back and smoke a cigarette, before splashing
back into the water, still chatting with Her friend, enjoying Her afternoon and anticipating Her date.   

It was so very stuffy as I  hurried on with the laundry and the endless housework. But I curtsied and thanked Mistress before starting and after finishing each small task, even if She wasn’t there to see. Just like all the other chastity sissies in Femtopia  always wanting to be a good housemaid for Mistress.

Thanks you Mistress, curtsy xx