The guest arrived very shortly afterwards in a limo taxi and it was two Ladies. Lucy had been sent to the door and the 2 Women had been rather nonplussed when lucy had curtsied and asked if they wanted her to kiss their bottoms. We must always offer and ask and most Mistresses in Femtopia insist on it as a greeting. But these 2 Ladies were new to the scene and Femtopia. They had been guests at the party yesterday and had gotten chatting to Miss who invited them round for the afternoon and evening.
Lucy looked a little frightened and embarrassed too, as She led the guests into the lounge and patio area.
Miss laughed when they told Her what happened and stood up so lucy could kiss Her bottom in front of the guests. They watched fascinated by how sweetly submissive lucy was.
Miss wanted to show off today, not just Her household but Femtopia itself so all Her maids and I were in attendance. Usually if its guests one or maybe 2 maids might attend and serve while the others continued with the housework discretely in the background. It was nice and cool in the lounge, with the doors fully open it was just like part of the breezy patio. The intelligent AC kept the superiors even cooler too. but the maids were expected to stand obediently just out of range unless we were serving the superiors. Still it was cooler than being deep in the stuffy house properly.
After the first glass of wine the guests had relaxed properly and were giggling about whether they should have accepted to offer of a peck on the cheek from the pretty maid. Lucy was blushing furiously, but Miss was smiling. I was told to fetch snacks with sophie and adele, offering each plate to the guests then arranging the plates on the large coffee table, while lucy and mollie served more wine. As I put the tray down Master had reached out and squeezed my bottom.
I had squealed and looked over my shoulder at Him blushing hotly
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied blushing even more furiously now realizing the two guest were watching me intently.
“Isn’t She pretty and submissive.” One of the Ladies commented
“Yes just like the chambermaids at the hotel, especially around the Men.” The other replied
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied to each of them in turn, still blushing.
“He…um …er she is quite lovely.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Its always she but with an effeminate very much lower case ‘S’ for chastity maids, isn’t it sissy emily.” Miss said.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
They were very intrigued by my tiny pink maids boots, instead of the ivory cream patent leather boots Misses maids wore. They were the same design though, high platform boots, with the ankle hobble strap.
“Oh maid emily isn’t mine just yet.” Miss told them
She explained how I belonged to Mistress and also that Master was mine and Misses sissies, Master too.
She also explained how I stayed over when Mistress was away on short trips. Or how Master sometimes stayed over at Mistresses house if Miss and Mistress were going out.
“Like a sissy sitter ?” one of the Ladies asked
“Well she is always a very good girl for me when I stay over.” Master said with a smirk, patting my bottom firmly.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied.
“As are all my maids are and maid emily.” Miss added, tapping Her finger casually on the house crop sitting besides Her.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We all curtsied in unison. glancing warily at the shiny leather toy. Miss called it a toy or Her toy, we didn’t.
All Her maids had to be totally monogamous to Miss. And also to Master except when they were boarded at the hotels (and taxi, or transport drivers excluded too). and I was totally monogamous to Mistress, but Her boyfriends could enjoy my sexual submission when She, and Master permitting allowed it.
“Sounds a little complicated.”
“Well not really, and you soon get used to it, it is for our benefit after all.” Miss replied.
“Is her chastity pink ?.” one of the Ladies asked, Miss nodded
“And your maids is theirs cream coloured ? .”
The Lady was obviously thinking about the pretty waitresses at the beachfront cafes
“Oh no..” Miss paused “Baby or pastel pink too, but that is a rather pretty idea, cream chastity buttons,” She mused.
“Why don’t you show our guest maid emily.” Miss told me it wasn’t a question nor a request.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
I stood between the two Ladies and lifted the hem of my dress so they could see my panties. I wasn’t allowed to lower my own panties without permission. Miss came over and pulled them down for me.
“Do stand a little closer emily, its rather difficult for our guests to see such a tiny thing.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
The two Ladies found this quite adorable, they almost cooed.
Miss handed them a pair of disposable shiny black latex gloves each, for a closer examination.
“So you don’t get your hands all messy on her pathetic but sweet little lock.”
The two Ladies put the gloves on, there was no need to snap the latex gloves but the second Lady did anyway. Before cupping my tiny lock. Before gelding there was a tiny bump, but still a bump, including my cherries, that could be examined and squeezed but there was not much to hold now. The also very small keyhole took up most of the surface area. Even so being touched down there made me feel like I was swelling and very uncomfortable in the chastity lock.
The other Lady was a little more hesitant at first but then gave me a little playful squeeze, making me gasp.
“And where is the key ?” She asked
“Oh I have them here.” Miss replied pointing to Her necklace with four tiny keys “But maid emily’s Mistress has hers of course.”
“How often do you unlock your maids ?.”
“Ohh not very, in the beginning I used to unlock them regularly to replace the chastity cages with a much smaller design. But now only if there is a new design I want to try.”
Miss smiled “Or maybe a new colour.” She said thinking aloud about the cream idea.
“So never left unlocked ?”
“Oh good lord no.” Miss exclaimed “Sissy maids don’t deserve to be unlocked.”, “Ever.” She added
The two Ladies took their gloves off and handed them to me, to take away.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And maid emily too ?” the Lady asked.
“All of them and most especially not limp little maid emily” Miss smiled
Miss and Mistress have discussed on several; occasions and it is the general consensus in Femtopia and FLR circles that any man under 7 inches is not worth bothering with & really should be kept locked up. After all small men are so emotional & insecure and spend so much time thinking about their inadequacies.
Males and females have embraced easy health & cosmetic enhancements, Most people prefer to be and look healthy & sexy. The same treatments, that make sissies so pretty make the superiors look young and fabulous too The Women generally prefer mid to late 20’s and the Men mid 20’s to early 30’s, sissies generally early 20’s. the difference is that the treatments and estrogen are imposed on sissies, it is the superiors choice not theirs. While 7” was before out of the ordinary, 7 is now the desired minimum for most Men, but there are just some, those whose little cocklets just cant grow that much, and in FLR circles these are men are regarded as naturals for sissification. And there are Men who are naturally very virile and well endowed, or hung, like Master who is 8” and some of the punishment bulls, although most of the bulls deliberately make themselves very big and thick, as well as very muscular, some vanilla Women do like that physique.
“More wine for our guest sissies” Master told us to compliment the savoury snacks.
“That might be a little treat for them.” Miss continued thinking about the chastity buttons.
One of the Ladies asked about the colour of plugs too, were they pink too. Miss said they were pink but a more natural flesh coloured pink and although very exaggerated, very realistic based on Masters intimate features, just bigger and thicker, and very firm and stiff too.
“They mince so prettily, kept feeling vulnerable and subjugated by constant penetration.” Miss laughed.
Master patted my bottom firmly again.
“Would you like to see one of their plugs ?” Miss asked
The two Ladies looked shocked for a moment but the wine was very delicious and great for dissolving inhibitions.
“Why not, when
in
The other Lady had very black hair. Miss and Mistress are both blondes with Miss’s hair being much lighter usually, Mistress has very gold Saxon looking hair. We were not allowed to look up at the two Ladies faces, but couldn’t help but glance as we hurried about.
“Lets not be too lewd here.” Miss replied smiling patting lucy’s bottom “Maid lucy go and fetch one of the training cocks from the draw in your little room.”
There was a large dresser in the maids room with our underwear and a draw of ‘toys’ also older cuff sets and crops.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” Lucy curtsied
“And do be quick about it maid lucy, don’t keep our guest waiting.” Miss said tapping the house crop.
Lucy looked like a deer in headlights for a moment almost frozen in fright
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“They move so prettily, but don’t they find it difficult to walk in those heels and the little strap… and the plug.”
“Yes but as long as sissy minces prettily, that’s the important thing.” Miss said tapping Her fingers on the crop, which we (the maids) all couldn’t stop looking at.
Lucy returned holding a large dildo in both hands, holding it upwards and outwards to Miss and the guests like an offering.
“Oh I see you’ve brought the plugs with the nice big balls attached.” Miss observed.
The two Ladies looked intrigued. Miss explained that the training cocks were for fellatio training, or practice, so had big bulbous balls attached. Not for daily use.
“Was it a Freudian slip maid lucy ?.” Miss asked
Lucy looked bewildered and frightened was she about to be punished.
She curtsied and opened her mouth to reply “Yes Mistress, please Mis…..” Miss shushed her.
“Never mind maid, we all know how much you maids cant stop thinking about your Masters swollen ball, don’t we sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
Miss also explained that the design of the plugs we were penetrated with daily, by auto suggestion felt like they had big balls attached, even though they presented a rather flat quite discrete appearance, with just the round base with the locked heart shaped motif showing visible between our rounded cheeks. But we (the maids) all constantly felt like there was a huge pair of swinging swollen balls attached. And couldn’t tell if the balls were from someone fucking us from behind us or from the front. It was the same for the cock gags. The effect was rather exciting and disconcerting.
“No need to clutch it so desperately sissy, its not attached to Master.” Miss laughed
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
The two Ladies looked at the huge swollen 10” cock, they almost cooing. Master looked very pleased with himself, I saw Miss give Him a sideways glance.
“Its not quite to scale.” Miss told the Ladies, Master looked slightly crestfallen as the two Ladies looked at Him.
“But very nearly,” He said, the two Ladies giggled and Miss looked slightly annoyed.
“Lucy show our guests how you kiss Masters cock.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” She curtsied blushing.
It seems strange describing about it, but performing things you do all the time, and have done for a very long time is still deeply embarrassing in front of vanilla people, we all squirmed in shame while lucy started to kiss the swollen glans. Clutching the base and the swollen balls to Her bosom.
“You may look up lucy, show us and our guests how much you love sucking & kissing a Real Mans cock.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“She would normally be in cuffs and kneeling in front of Him, of course, with a well spanked bottom.” Miss told the guests.
“Isn’t it lovely kissing a Real Mans throbbing cock, so much bigger that your tiny little thing ever could hope to be.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And giving Him all that pleasure, as He deserves, sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Isn’t it maids ?” Miss said to us
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We all curtsied together and chorused.
We all felt deeply embarrassed and shamed. Even though we all squirm and wiggle round Master desperate to be chosen by Him. At the instance where He does choose us, putting us over His lap for a spanking, on our knees to suck Him, or spreading our cheeks to penetrate us. It is very much at those moments acutely gay & forced-bi, in your pretty maids dress or pink babydoll negligee. And even more so for the Men at the hotels or Mistresses lovers when I fluff or perform fellatio for them while they wait for Mistress to get Herself ready to make an entrance,
Mistress and Master have said this is by design and auto suggestion as it makes our sexual service that much sweeter and enjoyable for them. And even maids who are owned exclusively by Masters feel the same way. Mistress also told me when we discussing the Second Life Afterlife program that it would most likely be desirable for sissies to be kept feeling that way too, desirable from the superiors perspective, which is all that matters, that is. And also for sissy houri’s serving our Masters.
“Are they plugged all the time ?” One of the Ladies asked
“You can reply maids.” Miss said to us.
“Yes Miss, we
are Miss, thank You
“I suppose that explains the delicate little mincing then.” She laughed
Miss explained how the plug was very rigid, like Her strap on, and much more rigid than even a very erect cock. But that the extremely slippery silicon was infused with hormones and estrogen, and was dry but felt very wet all the time. So that the massive cock seemed to throb inside us with every movement. That and the long lasting dry lubes that we applied, after our enema’s and that Mistress used very generously on Her strap on, or rather Her maids applied to Her strap on just before She fucked them. The lubes that made us feel incredibly tight and impossibly slippery all along His or Hers shaft as they penetrated us. The plug was so invasive but also so impossible to feel like you could get any sort of grip internally on it, made us feel always so vulnerable.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We curtsied again, always curtsying to a superior when spoken too.
“And the pretty little squelch too.” Miss smiled.
Even though the sound was more of a feeling and superiors could barely if at all hear the squelch, they loved teasing us about the lewd sound, making us feel very self conscious, about the sound.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
The Ladies laughed. Its pretty scary how quickly even most vanilla Women get a taste and into the swing of dominating and teasing sissies.
“More wine sissy.” The darker haired Lady told me
“Yes me too.” The other told me.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
Miss watched approvingly. At first the Ladies had said please and thank you, even if a little hesitantly as if unsure whether to or not. But after just a short time and a couple of drinks there was no need for formal niceties.
“Do hurry maid,” Miss told me picking up the house crop.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
The Ladies laughed.
“These are rather delicious, do the maids make these ?.” The brunette Lady asked Miss.
“Oh good lord no, that would be far too complicated for their empty little heads.”
Miss explained how all or most of the food is prepared by professional chefs, with lots of automated assistants, but was still very expensive. In many ways in the highly automated AI driven economy. These exclusive luxury services were the icing on the cake and perpetuated wealth and vitality in the economy. This was the Femtopia model but was also widespread widely too.
One day in Femtopia and FLR zones sissies might be the kitchen assistants, or rather servants, performing all the tedious humdrum tasks instead of relying on the automation, and maybe even one day sissies might even be trained to cook. We could actually cook simple things and breakfast items but nothing too complicated or fancy. We might even one day be tasked with sewing our own uniforms or Mistresses pretty dresses. Alongside a slew of other traditionally female tasks. But for now it was just domestic servility and intimate services for sissies.
One of the Ladies asked about the leftovers as there was already a large pile of food that was going to go uneaten, do the sissies get to eat the scraps later ?. just Her asking the question made us maids feel ever so hungry. Miss told Her quite simply. No. That sissies must always have a carefully controlled diet to keep us pretty and slim.
And all the leftover food and wine, still looking and smelling delicious must be discarded into the waste disposal unit, in the serving area. Often there will be plates of uneaten food, from parties and lots of cooked meat from breakfast waiting to be disposed of while we sit down to nibble on our sandwiches and glasses of pee. Some households have pets dogs or cats who enjoy the meat and leftovers.
“Nobody wants a plump sissy, do they ?” Miss had said patting my bottom again.
“No Miss, Yes
Miss, thank You
The Ladies were telling Miss and Master how they had wandered into the Men’s day lounge at the hotel during the day, by mistake. The Ladies were staying at the Clifftop hotel, there are only two rather large hotels in this Femtopia.
“Oh it was rather a surprise.”
Master laughed and got a sharp but amused look from Miss.
They had seen sissies in pretty little uniforms being spanked and performing fellatio in public, one maid had been hurrying off with Her face all full of cum, and several maids were seen being taken to the little side rooms for anal. It is seen as being more polite and discrete using the side rooms, for penetration, sometimes for oral too. and you can often hear a maid being punished with the tawse in the small rooms. It might be more discrete and private in the small rooms but often the doors are left slightly ajar.
The hotels serve a dual purpose. Mainly for the Sirs to stay if they want to enjoy overnight, but not limited to nighttime sexual services from a selection of, if not eager, obedient and pliant chambermaids. But also for couples and Women travelers to stay and enjoy the luxury accommodation and service. The day lounges are also for daytime visitors, and there are a substantial amount of day traffic. Mainly from dominant Men from outside Femtopia to enjoy the sissies in the Men’s day lounges. The visitors are not always necessarily part of the scene, must however always be polite and respectful of the overall FLR scene, & never rough or rowdy. Though quite naturally they can be and are very dominant sexually with the sissies. It is rather expensive and exclusive to well mannered but dominant Men, another condition of entry to Femtopia for males who are not sissies, is a 7” cock at least, and borderline measurements are frequently rejected. Mostly at the online booking and arranging the visit stage. But also sometimes at the borders spot checks too. The female border guards find it amusing and so do the Men who pass the check at the expense of those Men who fail it. They are asked to leave. But sometimes a man, soon to be sissy is tricked into entering Femtopia by an angry disappointed lover, and finds His trip to be far, far longer than he wanted or expected.
The visitors bring in a lot of money to the hotels of Femtopia and for that matter FLR, & Hotwife clubs and Hotels outside Femtopia. And while not strictly needed is a welcome source of extra income, and a pleasing and amusing way to keep sissies in line too. there is an increasing interest in the scene from some dominant Men and Ladies who might not be part of the scene but are happy to participate in parts of it. And an increasing acceptance in wider society, of the sissy as a sexual inferior who is getting what s/he asked for, and who should have been more careful what s/he wished for.
They did have such pretty, still somehow demure but very sexy French maid uniforms, the Lady said. Not that your pretty maids don’t look cute and adorably lovely too, She added. Miss explained how She liked us to wear the peter pan collared uniforms during the daytime, most Mistresses did. But when Master was home or male company was expected we wore lower cut uniforms and the skirts were a little higher, though there wasn’t really much length to take away. Miss showed the Ladies pictures of our evening uniforms, then also pictures of us in our baby dolls.
“Make up at night too ?” She asked
“Always of course, if we want to call one of them for service, they must always be ready.”
Miss explained how the makeup was somewhat smear proof and easy to fix up, even the high gloss lip gloss, just like in the hotels but for more obvious reasons in the hotels, She had smiled. Also how the deodorants and cheap smelling but discrete perfumes kept away unsightly perspiration and the smell of it too. But still did keep us feeling very warm, almost sticky and stuffy. She as sure there could be research done to minimize that too, but it wasn’t important as long as we were always pretty. And in any case and just as in the case of our diets it was important for ultra femme maids to suffer a little discomfort for the visual pleasure of their superiors.
It wasn’t said explicitly but went unspoken between the Ladies that after all Men had unjustly imposed that and domesticity, sexual inequality on Women for centuries. Now the boot was on the other foot, deservedly so.
The chambermaid uniforms in the Clifftop hotels were the newest fashion and very pretty, they were in part based on the ‘Pride & prejudice’, ‘Empire’ ‘Spencer’ style, which was fashionable at the moment. With very high bodices or busts and very low cut on the cleavage. Then the rest of the flouncy dress just dropped away from the bust. And the apron was also tied just below the cleavage so that it flowed loosely down to around the tops of the maids thighs. All very open and vulnerable to the Men, not that our uniforms were any less open down there. Miss commented that She was thinking of getting some dresses like that as a little treat for Her maids, well more of a treat for Master. She smirked.
Part of the look was an auto suggestion that made the sissies feel like their breast were even bigger and bouncier than they were. So that the sissies felt even more self conscious as they hurried about serving and jiggling prettily. And there was ability no need for them to look down below their cleavage as sissies no longer had anything, not that ever did, worth looking at below there. Entering one of the hotel lounges the sissy chambermaid would feel all the male eyes on her, imagining their huge cocks swelling. Like the slave girls in our stories not allowed panties and constantly wet with need. But for sissies in chastity, plugged and in pretty panties equally vulnerable and open to the Masters, if not more so.
Like the slavegirls sissies may never say no. The correct acceptable answer is always a curtsy and ‘yes Sir’ or ‘yes Master’. Although She may sob a muffled no into her pantie gag as He penetrates her ass.
Miss was telling the Ladies how they should take advantage of the Ladies lounge at the Clifftop or if they come again, to stay at the other hotel by the beach, aptly named Beachside. Where there were more sissies available for the Ladies. The Beachside acted as not just a hotel but as a reception and training centre for new sissies. Many of whom had been tricked into coming to Femtopia for the financial gain of dominatrix and Ladies outside Femtopia.
When we are boarded at the hotels we get to chat with lots of different maids and hear lots of different stories. And a lot of sissies, some formerly rich powerful men have been tricked or forced to sign the sissy contracts, giving everything they own to their wives, or sent to Femtopia as punishment, for infidelity, or being arrogant and selfish, inconsiderate as a male. Or simply because they were unsatisfying or the wife had become bored by their performance in the bedroom.
All the sissy maids, including myself had been tricked and cajoled into coming here. Not truly expecting how complete and intense, how inescapable too, our new life would turn out to be. But hand on heart not one of us could truly say, they didn’t also trick themselves, willingly allowing themselves to be led here by their desires. But then to find out just how totally those desires will be fulfilled. Well the reverse side of those desires the desires of their new owners.
The maids stories are very exciting in a vicarious and voyeuristic way. And even though you gasp in sympathy at the sissies tearful renditions. How much she might miss sex especially PIV sex, which she cant even remember how it felt now, just that it was incredible. Both you and she get yourselves rather shamefully excited, retelling and exaggerating the details. You can almost imagine yourself tenting with embarrassed excitement, if that was allowed for sissies.
The Beachside was also near to the small hospital where sissies underwent intensive hormones treatment and feminization and beauty treatments. Also where we were gelded. This is where new sissies spent around one to two drowsy weeks while the very large dosages of hormones and treatments were administered rendering even the biggest, fattest, non prettiest of men, and some were not at all pretty at first. After a few intense days drastically diminished in stature and height, delicately thin and becoming feminine, effeminine and pretty, ready to be trained and properly feminized. With lovely soft muscle tone and skin, completely hairless on the body and face.
Nobody wants in any way, a masculine looking sissy here in the Femtopia’s. That would be too vulgar and coarse. In any case that imagery is more for the fetish and BDSM scenes rather than the serious FLR lifestyle. Likewise although corporal punishment, masochism and other elements make some aspects of the Femtopia’s seem akin to the fetish and Femdom scene. Those are not the primary motivation, nor even a motivation at all, rather they are tools to be used and sometimes enjoyed. The true focus of this lifestyle and movement is the political, economic and sexual dominance of sexually liberated Women and secondarily some select Men who choose to join them.
The sissies are not depilated, scraped or waxed like Mistress with that lovely invisible down, but smooth, and almost squeakily so. Like a cartoons shiny pink pig Mistress laughed, but a sissy.
The new sissies are then taken to the hotel & trained by the Misses and also by the Sirs, with lots of canings spanking and sexual service. And are then retained by the hotel, chosen or claimed by domestic owners, or sent to work in the cafes and restaurants, until a private owner chooses them.
After the sissies have been trained to an adequate level, this only takes a couple of weeks, canes and spankings are very good for training sissies quickly. And the sissies appearance is pretty enough, the hormones and treatments do continue their work very intensely. There will be visits from prospective owners, with a selection of sissies taken into a private room for inspection by the visiting superior. Mostly it is Ladies but sometimes the Sirs too. and the sissies will be especially anxious and in tears, some even murmurs protesting that they never expected to be serving Men. A quick criss cross with the whip silences these ‘dramas’ after all it is the superiors choice and only His or Hers who sissy serves.
There is actually though a hidden selection in the process too. To discover which sissies have a usually deeply buried predilection to serve dominant Men, even if sissy has never dared to admit this even to themselves. Often being very bewildered and ashamed by any untoward surfacing of these feelings, before being sissified , as they are not at all gay. But these sissies find themselves being chosen, to be perused by would be Masters. And sometimes there is a mistake in this selection it doesn’t matter too much to the superiors. Or if the Master takes an extreme liking to a particular sissy. Or maybe there aren’t enough ‘gay’ sissies filtered out, this time. And it must be said some wronged particularly vengeful partners choose this path for their ex husbands. In any case the whip will soon teach sissy to suck her new Masters cock obediently and adoringly. All sissies in Femtopia are forced Bi’ed, sooner rather than later.
In fact I remember sissy doctor or gynecologist telling Mistress & Mistress at one of my examinations. That all sissies have these feelings and its just a case of coaxing or forcing it to the surface. Whether or not it makes us happy or fulfilled isn’t important, as long as Mistress and Sir in this case is pleased. She said as She prescribed another increase in my hormone dosage. All such visits always involve at least a doubling of the dosage.
While undergoing training the new sissies are available for the female guests to enjoy sexually and are trained to be very eager and desperate to please with their tongues. The Mistresses are not lenient with the sissies and expect perfect service and a powerful climax, multiple orgasms each time. Disappointed will be painfully corrected. This actually serves two purposes, the whip makes the sissy very eager to learn and to excel. And also associates sex and fear of corporal punishment in the sissies mind.
Service for these new inexperienced sissies is especially emotionally fraught for the trainee sissies, as they are so desperate to please, and to chosen by the ladies. The Women themselves can be and are quite ruthless, as is their right in choosing a sissy one day, or for a couple of days then completely ignoring her the next time. This as well as serving the Sirs and the humiliation shame & fear of encountering forced bi, for the first time, serving Real Men, and having to do so perfectly and pleasingly, unless they want to be spanked or worse. And then of course there is the pegging, which many new sissies are very naively not expecting, and the utterly devastating emotional impact of that, leaving sissy so totally vulnerable and dependent. But then often dismissed immediately back to her chores.
These sissies with their virgin tongues are actually quite delightful, and are easy to identify as they wear a pink belled ribbon around their right ankle. Just as in the clubs outside Femtopia where the sissies available for male use wear a little scarlet ribbon around their right ankle indicating oral service, or if its on the left ankle oral and anal. Sometimes in the clubs the lusty Men ignore these signifiers and take the sissies anyway, maybe half heartedly tying the ribbon around sissies ankles afterwards. Much to the slight annoyance of the sissies ‘trustee’ or owner. The Sir will receive a pained but amused tut-tut and sissy will be punished, often in front of the Sir.
“Cunnilingus from a sissy is so heavenly.” Miss explained, so much better than from a Man or a partner, they are just so eager and fervent to please you, their whole being focused on their mouth and tongue to please you and only you. listening to sissy squelching on her dildo, trained and instructed to at first, but then entirely naturally and spontaneously, in synch with their tongues. For fellatio naturally too of course. Until you and only you climax, screaming with pleasure, either silently, Miss smiled, or screaming with hot bliss.
“But doesn’t this ruin the sissy for her eventual ‘owner’ ?” One of the Ladies asked hesitating slightly over the word owner.
Miss smiled at the hesitancy over the term owner, although we are owned the preferred term is in service. She explained about the ‘like a virgin’ auto suggestion. Which made it nearly feel like the first time again, every time for sissies. With that delightfully timid total eagerness to please and to be found pleasing, for the first time. But so skillfully adept at pleasuring you. this effect can be easily tuned and turned up so that sissy completely forgets except for very vague sensations about ever having served or been owned by a previous ‘careful Lady owner’. As most sissies will have their service transferred a few times, as their owner tires of them or simply wants a change.
Sometimes by coincidence the sissies old owner might visit the new owner and sissy will feel very emotional and confused, which can be sweet and endearing. An unexpected side treat of the visit, for the superior. This can be enjoyable for the sissies new owner too, and sissy can be corrected afterwards with a caning.
Miss continued how at first this was intended only for the Ladies of FLR for their exclusive pleasure. But the Sirs had whined and wheedled so much that the ‘like a virgin’ auto suggestion was extended to sissies serving them too, which combined with the ‘forced bi’ made it very pleasurable for the Real Men. Especially for sissies serving multiple guests in the hotels, several per day and night.
Another unintended and unexpected consequence of this auto suggestion was the look of surprise and awe when a Real Man explodes massively in sissies mouth. I mean what else was sissy expecting to happen Miss laughed. Or that very tremulous look, when Master or Sir spurts a hot splash of precum, even that seeming so much more thick voluminous than anything a sissy could produce, no matter how excited sissy got. A perfect little drink for sissies, nearly as perfect as your Mistresses warm frothy pee, you are often told as you swallow and a taste of things to cum, well a pre taste of the Real Mans cum. And that look of confused shamed disbelief, after Master or Mistress has cum and when sissy realizes that she isn’t to be allowed any reciprocal orgasm or any sexual relief. Simply slapped on the bottom and dismissed, or handed Mistresses damp panties to hand wash. And incidentally the way sissy always asks nearly in tears if she has pleased you.
The darker haired Lady shifted in Her chair and Miss smiled. Master looked slightly bored and for a moment I wondered if He might take one of us to His study for some relaxation. But He was being polite and a good host with Mistress. Besides like Mistress He could wait and anticipate His sexual pleasure at His leisure.
Later that day or rather in the early evening when the guests had departed, and while Miss was showering. He did call sophie and gave Her a good spanking then a vigorous and loud anal fucking, while the rest of us were still busy with housework, but all listening to His grunts and Her muffled pantie gagged moans, intently. We were all squirming, so hot and bothered, jealous. Master just strolled past us all casually, disregarding us as we curtsied to Him, but a glance at His face, if we dared would show He was pleased
Sophie looked so flushed and needy but happy afterwards, as He hurried, harried her back to her chores with a sharp slap on the bottom. She was wincing as she hurried back and very quickly resumed the housework. Master can be very urgent and forceful sometimes, and the lubes make our bleached pink holes so very tight. She did look very pleased with herself though, or at least so I thought. I squeezed my thighs together wistfully.
We served more wine and Miss passed round some cocaine lines, to liven the conversation. One of the Ladies asked somewhat jokingly if the sissies ever got days off or special days. Whatever would a sissy need a day off for and what would we do anyway, eat ice cream on the beach perhaps, go uniform or makeup shopping ? Miss laughed. Given any sort of choice, let alone volition, chastity sissies just long and ache constantly for Mistresses presence, or embarrassingly Masters attention anyway.
“I suppose I do have a little anniversary celebration for my maids though.”
In the past in FLR chastity relationships, a sissy might have been allowed an orgasm, usually ruined or more preferably a perfunctory milking, on her special day, a birthday or at the holiday season. And some chastity sissies might have been allowed to cum or be milked by Mistresses silicon cock inside them, or a Sirs real cock. Sissy might also have been allowed to have a sissygasm during penetrative sex. But FLR’s have long since moved on from that notion, and ideally sissy should be in permanent chastity with no unnecessary messy squirts or milking. Mistress was very pleased to find out that I had never had an orgasm with another person, before She put me in panties. And had never even masturbated to webcams or even actually watched one without getting rather embarrassed when I realized it was real person on the cam and had gone suddenly very limp, Mistress loved that little detail. Miss loved it too when Mistress had told Her in front of me.
Miss told Mistress and me about one of Her friends who had stumbled across Her boyfriends internet cache at work, She was also a senior partner at the firm, although he was the owner of the company, Although rather ineffective owner and manager, having inherited the business from his late father. She found lots of pictures of sexy French maids and a rather fetching pair of pink satin panties and was at first puzzled then increasingly intrigued. Until She decided to take charge of the situation. She had gone into his office one afternoon with printouts of some of the pictures demanding an explanation, watching him stammer and redden with shame. Then from Her bag She had produced a pair of pink panties, the same as the panties in the picture, they had been surprisingly expensive, but not as expensive as the silk panties Mistresses liked to wear.
Telling him to put them on She had been amused and not really that surprised to see was clean shaven down there. Not for much longer though he or rather she would be waxing in future. As soon as the satin touched his small cocklet He had immediately gotten a pathetically small erection, though the tenting did look rather cute if not appropriate. He had ejaculated prematurely. She had looked down and wiped a finger in his mess, it was so tiny and weak, just enough to coat the tip of Her finger. In Her bag was also a small chastity cage She had intended to go slowly introducing that at a later stage. But seeing his tiny splash She decided to lock him up there and then. She gave him Her finger to lick clean and decided that was the last time he or rather she now should and would ever be allowed to cum.
They had gone home together and he was so absolutely stricken with Her taking charge at Her insistence s/he had signed the sissy contacts, without any due dilliigence or hesitation. Signing everything he owned over to Her, as s/he became a sissymaid. Without rights, unless She (the Mistress assented) and without any assets, the property of her Mistress, to do with a she pleased, to love and obey.
It was a rather nice romantic story except that She (the Mistress) had soon become bored of the scene with her and had sent sissy to Femtopia to find or rather be found by a new owner. Apparently the Mistress was still running his former company very successfully as the majority shareholder. And She lived in the East Coast Femtopia with lots of maids, sissies of course in Her household. As for sissy once the cute amusing part of her story was done with, no-one had bothered to follow up any further details. But no doubt She was a very obedient chastity maid for a Mistress, or Master somewhere in one of the many big houses in the gated autonomous communities.
Miss had also told Master about my going soft to the webcam, Apparently He had laughed quite loudly, saying He wasn’t surprised in the least.
Although Mistress had also said ideally I should never have been allowed to touch myself at all, before being put into panties. Nor should any sissy. Put into panties, mostly means being put into chastity and starting feminization, although it can also mean just being told to wear panties as a first step, prior to being locked in chastity. Mistress had never allowed me to cum once I was with Her. and I had only been milked once at the very beginning phase of my service, in front of Her friends after She had teased me for months about a release.
In fact when I and the other sissies inadvertently leaked in the nighttime, it was a reminder of how inferior even our pre chastity spurts were. When we should have ideally been in service, not touching ourselves.
None of Misses sissies had ever experienced penetrative sex PIV either, with them as the penetrator that is. A lot of sissies are chosen and cherished by Mistresses for that special virginal quality.
“On their birthdays perhaps.” The Lady asked Miss
“No something much more special for them.”
“Well for me mainly I suppose.” She added.
Miss explained that She had considered the special day being on sissies gelding day, but all Her sissies went into hospital on the same day so it wouldn’t be a suitable anniversary, so She decided it would best be when the sissy was first put into panties (chastity) which was a very special day for them & mildly significant for Miss. I also overheard Miss telling Mistress that She forgot the actual dates and just made them up. In any case sissies were unable to read a calendar, so couldn’t check. But it still was a special day for sissy. As special as when she first pleased Mistress with her tongue, or when she was first pegged, or experienced corporal punishment. Or the first time sissy sucked a Real Mans cock, or was anally used by Him. There were so many little insignificant trivial things that were so significant and meaningful to sissy. But the first time sissy was locked in a pretty cage and Mistress took away the key was chosen.
The two ladies thought that was very sweet anniversary too. but were interested in the sissies gelding day. Miss told them they had been taken to the hospital together by Miss and Master, then the couple had gone on a short city break instead of returning to an empty house.
“How was it all ?” the brunette Lady asked about the gelding “Oh and more wine sissy.” She told adele
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” Adele curtsied mincing to the kitchen and opening another bottle.
“Oh it was quite
lovely we went on the supersonic flight to
“Oh yes the maids, they were upset for a few days, before and after. The whole ward was full of tearful sissies, but they were good girls when I got them home, just very pensive and emotional, a bit like the time of the month for them but a lot deeper.” Miss sighed.
“Was sissy emily upset too?” the Lady asked Miss.
“Oh yes of course she was, they all always are, rather forlorn.”
“I don’t really know why sissies get so upset about their tiny things.” She laughed.
Master slapped my bottom “More wine sissy.” He sounded ever so slightly displeased by the turn of the conversation, even Real Men don’t like talking about sissy gelding much, or was He just slightly bored.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied.
“So it’s the chastity anniversary ?” The Lady asked “What do you do, does sissy get a little treat, maybe a little celebration.?”
“Oh nothing silly like that, there is still housework to be done.” Miss said “but I do let the sissy wear a pair of my warm used panties for the day.”
“oh…”
“So she feels nice and special, all day, well until its time to wash them, that is.”
Miss smiled “And I sometimes I make sure they are nicely warmed and slick for sissy to wear.”
“Does your Mistress do that for you too sissy emily ?.”
“Yes Miss, She does Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And is it special for you too sissy emily ?”
In actual fact it had been Mistresses idea. She had outside Femtopia ran special workshop days and conferences for new Mistresses and sissies, well the sissies just kept quiet while the Ladies discussed important matters. On one workshop was putting sissies in locked chastity and Mistress keeping the key for the first time. Mistress, very much enjoyed these occasions and dressed very sexily for them. Enjoying the fact that while She and the Ladies knew the sissies would be locked up and never be allowed to masturbate or have PIV again the sissies did not. And most didn’t know Mistress would be keeping the key from then on. Many would be desperately looking forward to getting home and furiously, furtively masturbating. For these occasion as at other occasions a cheap but sweet looking maids uniform was provided for the sissies, in wet look satin, various colours with, an ivory cream apron and matching cream panties.
But two of the new Mistresses had their own idea’s and had taken off their own warm panties and given them to their sissies to wear.
To make it even more sexual and demeaning for the sissies there were some Real Men, prospective lovers and bulls present. And Miss had told the two so delightfully intimately sissies to serve the Real Men drinks. They had blushed so furiously and sweetly, it was so very satisfying for the Ladies.
Mistress had arrived home quite wet that day and had immediately told me to kneel for Her pleasure. She then decided She wanted to do something similar with me, but wanted an excuse, so She invented the anniversary of putting me into panties. even though it had been a couple of years since She had first put me in chastity. Miss also loved the idea and it spread in popularity in the scene, though not all Mistresses celebrated in the same way, or at all.
“Yes Miss, is very special Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied wishing I was wearing Mistress panties at home right now, trying not to cry.
The Lady patted my bottom softly seeing my eyes welling with tears
“And sometimes if sissy emily’s Mistress is away she wears mine for her special day, don’t you sissy?”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And one day, when you are mine, you will wear mine properly on your special day, wont you sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
The guests and Miss continued chatting. Discussing business and politics I think. But we sissies couldn’t really understand any of what they were saying. It just becomes a blur. But obviously very interesting to them and much more important than anything we maids should bother our pretty heads with. We were all sent back to our chores, except mollie who was told to face the wall, in case or until the superiors wanted something. Like another glass of wine, a plate clearing or an ashtray moving. We were also all called, summoned by the bell if the superiors wanted something fetching from the kitchen or elsewhere, but dismissed immediately afterwards.
On a couple of occasion’s too it was one of the Ladies ringing the bell, Miss was encouraging them of course. I had hurried in to be told to open the patio door by a millimeter or two, then after I did so & curtsied ready to be dismissed the Miss had instinctively reached out Herself to open it slightly more.
The other Lady was a little more reluctant at first.
“Oh don’t worry about it, sissymaids always love being bossed about by Women.” Miss said
“Really ?” the Lady asked
“Well maybe it’s the Women who love bossing sissymaids about.” Miss smiled
Miss and Mistress on their often quite long afternoon wine and snacks sessions. Well actually usually its more wine and cannabis cigarettes. Like to tease me that it must be so lovely for me to attend beautiful Ladies while they relax and enjoy themselves. Standing there in my pretty maids dress, in curtsy cuffs, either standing to one side facing them or facing the wall, at their beck and call ready to serve their every whim. They have teased me about it so much that I cant decide if it is lovely for me or not, but I find myself getting very hot and bothered serving them.
Miss does love to tease me so much more naughtily than the other Ladies. And then, even though there is absolutely no need She might call Master round to pick Her up. Knowing Her will in doubt expect a BJ at least.
“Oh Master will be coming round shortly sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“He has been such a beast today with the maids, not leaving them alone for five minutes.”
“Oh, Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“I’ve already had to crop them all this morning for being such bimbo’s and distracting Him.” She gave me satisfied smile.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“So I promised Him He could come round here and, enjoy your little mouth and ass sissy emily.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Just so my maids can get on with some of their housework.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“So put lots of lip gloss on sissy, you know how much He likes to see your glossy slippery lips.” For fellatio She meant
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
It had also been Miss who suggested to Mistress that if Master wanted to fuck me, or spank me. He should use Her warm freshly removed panties rather than mine (or sometimes Mistresses, though She usually reserved that for when She was pegging me or caning me). that way I could hand launder and iron them later and be thankful both Her and Master for His choosing me. as well as to remind me of how pretty and pathetic my moans of protest were, and how He disregarded them as He penetrated me. Mistress had taken it to heart and suggested the same to Her other friends and it had become rather the fashion in this Femtopia. And had even had articles published out for the other Femtopia’s around the world. So much so that Mistress and Miss have had a little friendly half argument about whose idea it actually was. It was Misses idea though, She does have a very naughty and creative imagination.
The guest left in the late afternoon, and we all lined up to curtsy to them, and this time kissed their bottoms in turn.
The two Ladies did seem charmed by us, or charmed by our service and the possibilities of our service at least.
One surprising thing most new sissies fail to anticipate and struggle with is. How much higher a real woman’s domestic standard in general and for cleanliness are. We soon learn at the painful end of the cane or crop. But it is so much higher. And as sissy learns to excel, Mistresses standards grow increasingly more demanding and She expects beyond perfection from us. ‘Be realistic demand the impossible’ is a popular advertising slogan for canes. With a picture of a maid holding Her ankles in tears.
“Thank you for a lovely afternoon and introducing me to your lovely sweet maids.” One of the Ladies told Miss.
“Oh its my pleasure, and they can be very lovely if you are strict with them.”
“They are so obedient and submissive, it must be hard to be strict with such pretty maids ?.”
“Not at all it can be very enjoyable & satisfying…For me of course.”
“In fact they are so pretty, too pretty and lovely not to kept in chastity and under strict discipline.” Miss added mirroring a phrase the Master used in our slavegirl stories, that a slave was ‘too beautiful to be free’
To add emphasis Miss suddenly snapped the tab of Her house crop against the heel of Her shoe, making us jump in fright, our quivering hearts in our mouths.
We had all blanched at the crack of the whip, that horrid sensation where you almost feel like you about to wet yourself, or might have already done so a teeny bit. Even though you knew chastity maids were not allowed pee without permission and supervision and would never dare to.
We curtsied frightened knowing that Miss was studying our reactions watching and also the two Ladies were watching intently.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
And the dark haired Lady laughed appreciatively. The brunette Lady looked pleased too and I also think more than a little aroused.
“So cute.” The dark haired Lady laughed.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
After the guest had left we were all sent back to the housework while Miss and Master relaxed by the pool. While we worked I wondered if the two Ladies were going back to the hotel and might be maybe enjoying the pink ankle belled sissies, and tried to stop myself getting excited, thinking about it. In all likelihood they may not sample the intimate delights this time. Most new prospective Mistresses enjoy contemplating and savouring the idea, for a short time at least. But I knew that I would probably see them again.
Mistress and Miss always liked to have friends over for drinks in the weekend afternoons and after work, especially newer Mistresses who might have lots of questions but also some unexpected and spicy ideas. And although I had only briefly glanced at their faces accidentally whilst serving I was sure I would remember the two ladies.
Later Miss and Master were going out to another event at the hotel, so we would be going to bed early again. We were all quite upset to be left on our own again, but Master did allow us all to toilet after our enemas.
He had us all line up on the bed kneeling face down on the pink sheets at bedtime. And we all feared He was going to put us in the virtual humbler again. But instead He put us in the goodgirl-mitts, but with our hand behind us in the mitts. The device had a thin leather strap so it could be put around our necks keeping the mitts just under our chins or closed around our waists keeping the mitts well away from our chastity locks or behind us like tonight.
“You’ve all been very excited today, and we don’t want any naughtiness do we maids.” He told us
“Yes Master, no Master , thank You Master.” We whimpered obediently together.
It was uncomfortable sleeping in the mitts like this, in front or behind but we all wanted to be good girls for Master and Miss. The slippery satin lining of the mitts was very slippery and distracting too, and kept us thinking about what the mitts prevented.
We were still all kneeling face down on the small bed, not able to look round behind us at Him. For a few moments we wondered if were going to left like this for the night, but then He laughed & slapped our bottoms in turn and told us to wriggle and lie down to go to sleep.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” We whispered obediently as he turned the light off leaving us in pinky gloom.
Much later Master and Mistress returned home, and I was called to serve them a final late night drink, while they sat on the bedroom balcony smoking. It was refreshingly cool on the balcony and a very starry night, I could hear the waves on the beach too. Miss was already in one of Her negligees and allowed me to kneel and kiss Her bottom. Like Mistress She liked to sleep with no panties so I was very careful to kiss Her only through the soft silk. She wiggled Her bottom teasingly so I had to start kissing Her bottom all over again.
Master patted my bottom firmly and led me back into the bedroom, for a moment, I thought He might want fellatio, but He just put me back into the mitts patted my bottom again and told me to get into bed.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I squeaked but very huskily, too.
“Night, night, hot little maids.” He told us all.
“Yes Master, night, night Master thank You Master.” We all whispered in unison, feeling very much like hot and bothered little maids.
A little later we heard Miss & Master having sex, before we dropped off into sleep. Listening to Miss moan as She climaxed I was aching for my Mistress, but also aching to be pleasing Master.
Sometimes when I heard Mistress or Miss having sex, or was just washing Mistress panties or sticky sheets after one of Her dates. I did long to be a Real Man just once, with Mistress and to feel how wonderful it must be to have PIV and to cum with Her as She reached orgasm. Or how it must feel to be Mistress, or a real woman and to orgasm with a Real Man inside Her. but I knew that would never be allowed and it was a little bit naughty to think of these things.
I knew all the other maids couldn’t help but feel the same way, as we drifted back to sleep.
Miss explained how
Visitors
Pink boots, pink cage
Panties on anniversary
Misses story
Mean to keep keen
Pegging or punishment or both
Cunnilingus recomendations at hotels
Pink garter or ankle ribbon and bell
Going home taxi driver
Upset about being one of the office sissies
Miss considering pegging party
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