The driver slapped my bottom again, this time more firmly and loudly. Finding the base of my plug with His slap like they always manage to do.
The earlier lighter pat slap, had nothing to do with respect for my Mistress being present. Nor anything to do with Him asserting that He was firmly in control now, He like any Real Man always was, unless Mistress said otherwise, rather it was simply because He chose to do so. Enjoying my squeaked squeal of distress and watching my bottom and my breasts jiggle in response to His firm hand. And that as Mistress told me I should be flattered that my ass was considered pretty enough for His nice loud and lewd sounding slap. And I should always curtsy & thank Him.
“Hurry up sissy.” He told me in amused feigned impatience, I was going as quickly as I could in my heels and hobble strap.
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I squealed and curtsied then hurried up.
I wasn’t allowed to look up above the belt line of any superior, unless I was sucking His cock, but I still thought I recognized Him, from His physique and voice, as one of the regular drivers and punishment bulls. Although in fairness this was still intentionally rather difficult and confusing for me and any sissy. Because we are only ever allowed to look up if He lifts you by your chin , or during fellatio, and the auto conditioning makes it so that most Men are a face but we have difficulty recognizing them. This is mostly for the bulls and at the hotels, where we serve lots of different Men. I knew He was one of the regular punishment bulls though. And the large bulge in his well tailored trousers was rather evident.
The hunks here tend to favour the well built but slim look, closely groomed and manscaped. Or should I say that’s what the Ladies mostly prefer. Some of the real men liked to be smooth down there too. Unlike sissies who look even tinier smooth and waxed, Real Men look so much more bigger and more intimidatingly swollen when they are smooth and you are kissing them intimately. Although I have heard Miss and Mistresses sometimes laugh at how a Man who likes to be totally smooth down there maybe secretly has latent desires to be pantied themselves. Although I was never allowed to have such thoughts or to think about these things too deeply, I do understand, that the treatments and hormones can work for anyone. And that some sissies might have been dominants and slowly found themselves slowly lured or reeled in. only finding out too late when the chastity was locked and it was too late to reverse direction.
The bulls however are mostly vanilla and usually live outside the digitally gated autonomous FLR zone. But working inside, the wages are very good and there are lots of fringe benefits too. While most Women, Mistresses and vanilla expect fidelity from their Men, and most Women have the financial clout or independence to demand this, most allow, or tolerate their Men to entertain themselves with sissies, after all boys will be boys, and sissies were just sex toys.
It is also a seamless experience for superiors crossing the border for work or otherwise. Though it is often said you can feel your earning potential rising as soon a you cross the digital line, wages are often 4 or 5 times the national rate. It is an open border but not for the sissies, who once brought to Femtopia are not allowed to leave. They are in permanent service and need permission, which is never given, for that.
The bulls are recruited and employed because they are especially well endowed, with very large members that are often only appealing to some Women, but perfect for intimidating and punishing sissies. Very large cocks that are very uncomfortable and distressing for anal, for sissies who are made to have such pleasurably tight little holes. And massive for our hot eager little mouths, we always expected to deep throat and take Him all the way to His swollen balls on your chin no matter how big the Real Man is, without any complaints.
The punishment bulls were expected to keep themselves well manscaped too. and quite a few opted for the waxed look, which one them carried absolutely no suggestion of emasculation or effemininity. Even if they were just manscaped they were so big you could barely see any hair down there anyway, with His big swollen cock in your face. Sissies were programmed by autosuggestion and hormones to desperately fear but want to please a Real Man with your mouth. That is until you are being spanked and then forced to your knees in front of His now open trousers. Then the overwhelming shaming feeling of forced-bi kicks in, but you must always please Him and show how much you want and enjoy pleasing Him. This is the same with any Real Man but with the bulls the fear of His massive cock (in truth they aren’t all that massive again its auto suggestion) but they are very muscular, is huge and palpably so. But you still kneel to please Him looking up at Him almost in submissive bliss and awe. All intended to making Him feel so good.
This isn’t necessary for anal incidentally, all you have to do is struggle prettily but futilely and moan into your gag, usually your panties. Moaning and sobbing in helpless and ignored protest and distress at how big they are penetrating your very tight ass. There is no need for any pretense in this as any penetration no matter how small and thin feels so massive for sissies because of the lubes and estrogen. Which makes us feel impossibly tight but also impossibly slippery for the enjoyment of the penetrator.
As I hurried to get into the back of the limo the overwhelming smell of sex and fear hit me. In actual fact it was a faint smell if present at all, but auto conditioning makes sissies hyper sensitive to cues,
“Never mind the stink sissy, I had a little stop over this morning, driving the sissy secretaries to the office.” He told me & laughed.
He would be barely able to smell the aroma of sex and fear , or care about the smell sitting in the driver area which was part of the air conditioned front cabin . Also air conditioned but in the back was a very comfortable bucket seat where we were never allowed to sit but a Miss might sit if She was supervising the sissies during their journey.
“Oh, Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whimpered, choking on the thick moist smell as soon as He mentioned
it, again this was auto suggestion rather than real. Sitting, or rather perching as prettily as I could on the quite slippery rear cushion seat. The seats are designed so that when a sissy perches prettily on the surface she feels like she is impaled or mounted on her ever present dildo plug. I heard the click of the restraint on the rear of my cuff belt locking me in position and completing the effect. I and the other sissies couldn’t help but wiggle futilely for a second. It was often at this point that we might be gagged and sometimes blindfolded, but not today. I looked down at the pink leather it was highly polished to be shiny as patent leather, easy to wipe down but very smooth too, and a very suggestive gleam as your weight pressed into it like a soft pink leather bosom almost.
All these hot images of a sissy in pretty secretary outfit kneeling between His legs sucking His massive thick cock and all the other pretty bimbos watching squirming with desire and fear that they might be next. Hot visceral tactile fantasies, instantly swirling round and mixing so confusingly in my head, triggered just by the smell of leather and sex.
He loomed over me as I perched on the soft but slippery seat nervously and fidgeted, I wanted to smooth my apron down but couldn’t because my wrists were cuffed behind me. He patted my thigh and gave it a little squeeze. I squeaked rather than replied wondering if He intended to have a little stop over with me, His bulge looked very big.
“Whatever is the going on in that pretty but vacant little head of yours sissy.”
“Yes Sir, please Sir I don’t know Sir, thank You Sir.” I blurted chocking with sudden fright, had I been displeasing.
“Sometimes pretty sissies need a nice thick taste of cum, don’t they sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whispered.
“Nice and warm, freshly pumped.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“Or still spurting.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
Did I want His sticky slimy taste on my lips, on my face. Looking up at Him in hot aroused shame as I swallowed, or told ‘eyes down sissy’ after He had finished with my intimate service.
“And sissies always need a good fucking.”
Just like in the bad old sexist days ‘the only thing a woman needs is a good fucking from time to time, to keep her happy’ and subjugated in the kitchen. Women no longer subscribed to this, if they ever did, except where it pertained to their sissymaids.
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“A Real Man to spread and split that tight pretty ass, and make you moan.”
“Or a good spanking.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whimpered in misery. I knew He spanked so hard and the threat was also often a promise.
I glanced as the well worn tawse hanging from its hook, the threat of the leather tawse was always present. He saw my glance and smirked, I could almost hear Him saying ‘Sucks to be you sissy.’ but He didn’t need to say it, the superiors never did need to.
“Eyes down sissy.” He told me, which meant the only place I could look at Him was His bulge
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whimpered.
To my shame now I could taste & feel His swollen glans as I kissed His cock, His cum on my lips. My panties & thighs felt hot and tight, I was flushing too, pinking prettily down there between my creamy thighs.
He chuckled.
I gulped and gasped in fright at His confident chuckle. Even though I was scrupulously dry and clean I felt like I was completely wet, soaked with sex and fear like the slavegirls in our stories, in my panties.
But I did so need to kneel before Him now and placate His dominant so casual manliness, to feel His cum on my lips. And sexually feared it and Him absolutely too.
On more than one occasion being transported, the drivers had decided to stop and enjoy my intimate submission. This was allowed and encouraged by Mistresses, as it was outside the household and as such I was totally under His control and domination, for the duration, and the drivers were nearly always punishment bulls. Quite often when driving me home from somewhere, He would enjoy fellatio in the kitchen, before leaving me to hurry and make everything perfect for Mistresses imminent arrival. Mistress would arrive home sensing my discomfort and embarrassment and be either scornfully amused or decide to punish me for being such an easy bimbo, or slut. She would still be amused though.
On another earlier occasion one of the drivers had spotted a left over splash of cum from an earlier BJ or rape and pointed it out to me. Telling me to lick it clean and wasn’t I lucky to have a taste of Him. I had obediently licked up His cum, swallowed and thanked Him. He had watched me smirking as I swallowed the now gummy still smelly and slimy glob of His pleasure. Another time pointing out the errant sticky blob and telling me that He would have to stop by the office and punish the secretary for leaving such a mess. Foolishly I remember asking if He would spank her very hard, and He had told me that such disgraceful behaviour deserved the tawse. Which had made me start to cry, the mere mention of the tawse or Mistresses crop always make sissies want to cry. For me even Mistresses canes do, they are so painful and frightful. Even though I knew it is necessary for sissies to be punished and under strict discipline. And corporal punishment on the bottom was the most appropriate method, combining pain and sexual humiliation. Also satisfaction for the superior. Altogether an excellent method of correcting a disobedient sissy.
Seeing me so tearful that time too He had picked up a glob of the cum on His finger and allowed me to lick it from His finger and swallow, so I could have a taste of Him to remember and think about while He was punishing the other sissy later.
On another occasion He had spanked me and made me lick it up and then enjoyed my fellatio afterwards. and I’m told another variant was that the driver took the current occupant to the office and summoned the other sissy. He had tawsed them both then enjoyed joint fellatio from the pair. On these occasions the sissies will be gagged with each other panties for punishment and for rape. It wouldn’t matter to Him if His ‘package’ arrived at her destination late, sissy might be punished, but He wouldn’t. Even though it was entirely His choice what happened the sissies were never given a choice.
I sometimes wondered how if any work was done at all at the offices. But in reality AI and automation
does most of the work and these roles for the superiors are mostly for social and wellbeing reasons and very well paid too.
I’m not sure if Mistress is teasing me frightfully or being serious when She occasionally tells me She is thinking about sending me to work in one of the offices during the day. It does make me feel very unsettled and frightened in a sexual way, after all it would be similar to being a chambermaid in the hotels, but all the time I thought.
‘But just think of all the fellatio techniques you could learn from the other ‘good girls’ or the Real Men for that matter’ Mistress would tell me.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I would whisper, not at all mollified
It was true that after spending time at the hotels you do learn and get to practice lots of new ‘special’ techniques and variations to please a Real Man.
The other chambermaids also told me lots of special new tricks for pleasing Mistress too. it was quite the gossip exchange.
“Just think how much Master would enjoy your mouth.” Mistress told me
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
In fact all the housework could easily be performed by automatons too, but it was pleasing and important to the superiors that obedient sissies in pretty maids dresses performed all the traditionally ‘feminine’ house work the old fashioned hard way, scrubbing and polishing floors on your hands and knees. Working and smiling prettily for our Mistress or Master. Content in our domestic as well as sexual subjugation.
The driver closed the door and we set off. In the back I couldn’t see through any of the windows nor tell how fast or slow we might be going. The driver did seem quite leisurely, and kept watching me in the rear view mirror, which made me even more anxious that we might be stopping for an intimate break for His pleasure. Then I glanced up at the camera in the corner of the back area and felt silly, because He could see me easily enough anyway without using the mirror. Seeing me glance at the camera and to emphasize the effect He switched on the display in the back which showed feed of Him enjoying the sissy earlier. All the other secretaries looked very pretty in their PVC mini skirts and see through tight white satin blouses. They all looked very flustered and distressed watching the other sissy being spanked then giving the driver a BJ. And scandalously all getting helplessly involuntarily excited too wishing it was them being spanked before sucking His cock. Watching the other maids squirming on their plugs in rhythm to the sissy sucking Him. And now me too I blushed squirming along with them.
He turned round and smirked “Enjoying the video sissy ?.” He laughed
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I blushed and flushed even redder my voice sissy squeaky high.
“Eyes down sissy.” He told me even though I hadn’t raised my gaze
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“What a fuckable little bimbo you are sissy.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“A very fuckable little maid.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”
“Eyes down sissy.” He told me again laughing.
I was sure He was intending to stop now for a BJ but instead He pulled up and it was at Misses house instead. It was generally up to Him if He wanted to stop and enjoy His perk, but sometimes the drivers are given specific instructions to deliver their package quickly.
Leading me to the door of Misses house He slapped my bottom sharply and loudly. I squealed and curtsied.
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” My plug felt suddenly huge even more so than it normally was. Miss always liked to keep Her own sissies plugs at nearly full size and the auto conditioning was kicking in now for me too.
The defaults were large for everyday chores, much larger when Mistress was home with or without guests. When serving a Real Man much larger again so you felt like you were almost throbbing bursting around the dildo. And then even more swollen when serving Mistress intimately. Because we were in Miss and Masters house the dildo would always be at the much larger serving a Man size. Except when attending Miss while one Her sissies was serving Her or washing Misses panties then it would be at the maximum size, even though I never served Miss intimately.
As I curtsied and thanked Him for hurrying me along, I gulped and remembered that Mistress hadn’t allowed me to pee me this morning either.
Mistress strictly controlled my toilet times, only once in the morning and once before my bedtime enema. Though it must be said because of the scientifically controlled sissy diets it was always just pee, the enema was just to clean my bottom after being plugged all day and to remind me that my bottom was always there for my superiors penetrative pleasure. Sometimes if Mistress had decided to peg me at bedtime I would have an enema in the morning too. The enema was always just verging on being too warm to hot, Mistress often liked to watch as I gingerly hopped around, telling me what a good maid I was. On occasion Mistress would punish me or tease me by not allowing me to toilet in the evening, or deliberately forgetting to allow me to pee before She set off for the day. Sometimes telling me sweetly that She hoped I didn’t mind as She was simply too busy and it was just a little discomfort for me to wait, all the while sitting there relaxing with Her coffee and cigarette. She would make a point of going for a long and loud pee Herself to emphasize this. With me wiping Her afterwards.
Miss & Master were also very strict about toileting and often they would make their sissies wait a couple of days as a tease or punishment, or for foreplay too, or simply just because they wanted to. Master said it made us feel very squirmy when He fondled and fucked us, and what was more important His enjoyment or our little distress. You would curtsy and say your pleasure Master and mean it too. He was particularly fond doing this in the evening. After we have had our enema we are quite desperate to go. And He would suddenly announce ‘not tonight maids’ and we would all curtsy and thank Him. Smiling prettily but visibly dismayed too, which was very comely He said.
It had been tested, that most sissies can go for 3 days plus not being allowed to pee, without causing any physical harm or ill effects, except it can be rather uncomfortable, after even half a day. The sissy will squirm very prettily under especially dominant roving male hands. This was an idea carried over from slavegirl auctions where a slave not permitted to pee was very pliant and obedient on the auction block. But also from the hotels, where the guests like the sissies in such a squirmy state. none of the sissies liked it, but that didn’t matter. And who liked or wanted strict chastity either, it was an enjoyable and extremely hot fantasy, until it was permanently imposed on you.
But because hotel toilet management was a rather tiresome thing to administer with all the
chambermaids. The maids were allowed to toilet once per day, but auto conditioning meant the sissy never felt like she had been given the chance to finish and always still felt like she needed to go, so was still squirmy without the Misses having to keep track of who had or hadn’t been toileted or denied. And individual maids could still be singled out and not allowed to pee, in an evening. It was all rather horrid for us and enjoyable for the superiors and it was becoming fashionable for home use & control too.
But why did He always have to slap so hard on my bottom, I thought tearfully in total misery. His big flat hand hitting me across my thighs and bottom, so exposed to Him by the high skirt of my uniform and my wiggling mince. As I struggled with the very high platform maids boots, and the short 5” hobble strap that joined the boots. As short as a pair of pretty panties around my ankles. And the 10” dildo plug penetrating my ass. My fingertips clutching at the hem of my skirt in curtsy cuffs, as I struggled to walk prettily without stumbling, to keep up with Him and His Manly gait, or even Mistress in Her heels and lovely stride. And His slap always seemed to hit the base of my plug too, as I hurried breathlessly, quite frantic with helpless fright.
The outer door opened automatically for Him, obviously on the house camera, but being a empty headed sissy I didn’t quite understand how this worked. There was a short porch or vestibule area and the inner door was opened by one of Miss’s maids. Housemaids are usually not permitted to leave the house and only occasionally to hurry to serve in the garden patio & pool area. Never allowed outside, or to be seen outside at the front of the house.
Most Mistresses in Femtopia keep their maids in strict purdah and confined to domesticity. We are not even allowed to look out of the windows on the public side of Mistresses house, and only very briefly to glimpse the rear garden areas. An experienced Mistress frequently denies housemaids small pleasures and gratifications, It teaches us, the more deeply, that we are in service. We couldn’t look out of the windows during the day because of the shutters, and in the evenings or weekends when Mistress was home we could look out of the window but didn’t dare. Sometimes when we were cleaning the rear windows, we would glimpse out and see Mistress and Master and possibly guests relaxing in the garden or enjoying the pool, but we weren’t not allowed to linger in our gaze. Deliveries and house maintenance here were done in private, with the maids being secluded in parts of the house behind locked doors if any work was being done in the house. And when food or goods were being brought to the house we were not allowed in those areas, although we did have to thank the delivery person via the house audio feed and curtsy even though the superior couldn’t see the curtsy.
Outside Femtopia Mistress had expected me to receive deliveries, these were usually by Ladies on the scene already, but often vanilla tradespersons who whilst not part of the scene were familiar with it. I would have to curtsy and thank them and offer tea and coffee serving them perfectly. The Men were usually rather bemused and the Women were often amused but supercilious with me. Mistress said the humiliation added to my training. Mistress would also allow me to peer out of the tiny window in the door as She left for Her day.
Before I was put into panties, I had loved very exclusive sports cars and so had Mistress, as a
coincidence She and I both wanted the same car. Except Mistress had been wealthy enough to afford one. Outside Femtopia all vehicles are now converted to fully electric for environmental reasons and had been for some time. But Her car still, had that lovely electric purr as She set off. Here in autonomous Femtopia, She had the real unconverted thing, with specially treated, no carbon emission gasoline. And although I was not permitted to look out of the door window anymore, nor even to go into the garage where the crimson beast was kept. I could still hear the petrol roar of the engine as it was started and its loud hum.
The pretty maid at the inner was named sissymaid mollie, She saw the driver first and I saw her face pale and she trembled. Although Miss didn’t use the punishment bull system, all Her maids had experience of the drivers. Miss and Master, like Mistress usually had 3 long vacations per year, where we would spend around a month or so as chambermaids at the hotels. Generally if Miss like Mistress went away for work conferences, as I said before these are mainly jollies rather than productive except for the schmoozing, Master would look after the maids. Or if both happened to be away which sometimes happened for short periods the maids could be taken to one of the hotels or a Miss could be employed to stay over and supervise the housemaids, acting in a way as strict au pair. This was also a good way of giving prospective Mistresses a taste of the life in Femtopia. Although Miss didn’t allow sexual service to the au pairs, She has said She might consider this in the future.
Mollie caught her breath and curtsied to the driver
“Hello Sir, welcome Sir, thank You Sir.” Her voice was very squeaky and high. She blushed and I blushed too.
Behind Her I saw
Miss approaching “Oh do stop fussing and flustering sissy, its just a
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Thank you driver, nice to see you again, I hope sissy emily was a good girl for you.”
There was also an implicit question there too. Miss had specifically instructed Him to bring me straight here, rather than stopping for His pleasure.
He smirked and grinned. “Yes my passengers are always good girls if they know what’s good for them.”
“Excellent well, we shall see you again soon.”
He patted my bottom again “On the way home then sissy.” He said as He left.
“Yes Sir thank You Sir.” I had sobbed in fright not needing to guess what He intended. It might not even be Him on the return journey. And He or any other driver might not be interested in a BJ stop, or might have been instructed not to by Mistress. But it didn’t stop me thinking about, would He or wouldn’t He anxiously.
But He didn’t hear He was already in the limo.
“Come along sissy.” Miss told me curtly but I think She was also smirking.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied and followed Her inside.
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