At the hotels when a group of new sissy chambermaids arrive, the drivers will herd us in to the servants area, still in cuffs gagged and blindfolded too, then leave us all in a trembling line facing the wall. The hotel Misses will keep us all waiting facing the wall while they relax and supervise the sissies already busy with their chores. Sometimes we might hear a sobbing penitent chambermaid being scolded or punished, while we wait anxiously for it to be our turns. Eventually though we will be given our uniforms, which are very skimpy and sexy , more akin to the uniforms or nightwear we might wear for Master, rather than the still very pretty and sexy uniforms we might wear for our daily chores. The Misses will line us up in front of a mirror and as we cant help ourselves but get very excited looking at all the other sexy sissies, the Miss will trigger a hidden auto suggestion, that somehow transports our headspace and makes us imagine choosing one of us to sexually please them. This is incredibly arousing, but also tinged with the pre sissification shame, of being so desperate to masturbate, seeing all the unobtainable pretty girls, with their handsome confident boyfriends, and eventually getting home but because you got overly excited your ejaculation is premature and ruined and all you feel is a shameful mess, even that much more than a sissy deserves. And as soon as your head is swirling with untrammeled passionate erotic excitement, nearly orgasmic in fact , the trigger will switch back and you see yourself as just another of the submissive pretty maids for the Real Men to choose from for their sexual pleasure. This is not to be cruel but because it is so very satisfying, for the Mistress and the Master, to be served by a sissymaid who is so evidently helplessly needy and excited. Her hot flustered desire makes her truly desirable, and her intimate service utterly delightful & unforgettable.
But it is also very enjoyable for the Hotel Misses to tease the sissies, like this. It is such a pleasant game
for them, we are so helpless. And the sissies will earn lots of extra tips, the more desirable and fuckable she is . As well as the standard fees, the Real Men also tip the sissies generously for intimate services. These tips are shared between the hotel owner, the hotel Misses and the sissies Mistress. And can pay for lots of luxuries. For example most of the hotel Misses pay for their own vacations, and travels with less than a month share of the tips. Many of younger Misses spend one month working, then a month or sometimes two months on extended vacations. The summer months are particularly lucrative with lots of visitors. Sometimes myself and the other sissies can barely walk without mincing tenderly. Of course we always do so gracefully and prettily unless we want to feel the hurry crop or cane across the backs of our already very tender thighs. Which we don’t ever.
Sometimes after teasing the sissies like this the Misses might get rather excited and themselves want to masturbate, in the rest lounge. This is perfectly natural as the hotels a very sexual charged environment. And of course liberated Ladies may enjoy an orgasm as they please, sometimes the hotel Misses might go on dates with the male guests too. the Misses who work on the overnight shift, have their own rooms to sleep in, once everything grows quiet in the early hours. The rooms are small and functional but well furnished and lead on to one side of the pool. And they are right above the maids quarters. Our very tiny windows are set high in the wall, so we couldn’t reach even if we were allowed to, and in any case are always firmly shut. But we can hear the Misses, relaxing by the pool in thee moonlight, laughing smoking cannabis and drinking. But also sometimes having sex too. And sometimes when the chambermaids quietly enter the Misses room to clean, the rooms reeks of passionate sex, you sometimes have to stop and squeeze your thighs together.
Also some of the Misses if they meet a nice Man or woman on a night out sometimes they might bring Him or Her to the hotel to have sex, maybe by the pool, beach, or in their rooms. Most of the younger Misses either live in their own apartments or the beachside condos and most have their own live sissymaid, or take advantage of the condo chambermaid service, which is both domestic and intimate. The Misses don’t bring their lovers to the hotel to spare the feelings of their own sissies, why should they?. But rather, bringing a lover to the hotel for sex just adds to the party, nightlife atmosphere that especially the younger Misses like to enjoy.
The Misses having sex with the guests is somewhat frowned upon by the hotel owners, as the Men should be paying for sex with the chastity sissies but Ladies will be Ladies, so it is never a problem for them. More a source of amused smiles. It also enhances our sense of being cuckolded while in chastity.
And If a Miss, feels the need or wants to masturbate during the day She might pop to their rest room, fort a little relaxation. Usually with a sissy in attendance to fetch drinks and clean up afterwards. Sissy will be facing the wall in curtsy cuffs until needed, and then sent back to the main lounge to serve the guests. The Misses often tell the very flustered sissy what a picture her pretty little face is, and how much the Men will enjoy blowing in it.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
The Misses will tell us all to lift our skirts and then choose one or two of us, or maybe all of us,
lowering our panties exposing our chastity locks. Usually sissy pink, but if a sissy has another colour like my new cream lock, the Miss will point it out and tell everyone how lovely it is, making you feel even more embarrassed. We will be told that we are too lovely and pretty, too submissive and obedient in chastity to ever be free. Too lovely not to be kept under perfect discipline. This mirrors the slavegirls in our stories who are told that they are too beautiful to be free.
“And it must be wonderful for the Real Men to have such a lovely choice of obedient pretty maids, to be served so intimately by.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We all curtsy and chorus together.
“Master will make sure that the maid He chooses will serve Him well, wont He .”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Maids made to serve.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And aren’t we glad to be such pretty maids for the Real Men.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Even if He will spank you if He isn’t fully satisfied.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Or send you for the tawse.”
“Ohh, yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We all curtsy frightened.
Just the mere mention or hint at the tawse, makes us all blanche and tremble, with that hot wet sensation between your legs as if you were about to wet yourself. It is the same with Mistresses punishment crop, just a glimpse of it, or the canes makes you feel terribly afraid, and the tawse or crop is always prominently displayed in every room, at lease where the maid can see it. Or is it just that we cant help but be aware of the correctional leather, or the cane leaning against the wall.
In the hotels the small side rooms for a more intimate private rape, have the tawse hanging on the wall, next to the plush leather chesterfield couch or seat where the Master will sit. And between the lightly padded bench where sissy can be secured for sex or punishment, or both. The tawse is the first thing sissy sees as she enters the room, hurried along by Masters slaps on the rear of her thighs. The thick wide leather, browned with use, looks slightly supple molded as it might be to the rears of punished maids, but it is not supple or flexible against your bottom. Our breaths catching in fright as we see it, it dominates the room, and your service, even if Master doesn’t intend to punish you.
He might though, tell you to fetch it and have you on all fours kissing it, before clemently deciding not to beat you. And you will be sobbing gasping and choking with relief kissing the blade, that symbol of His total authority, and now desperate to placate Him in the way a sissy always and only can placate a Real Man, desperately hoping that He wont reconsider His leniency.
“But that is a suitable and appropriate fear for pretty little maids serving Real Men, isn’t it.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“And aren’t you happy to hope that Master sees you in terms of His desire & pleasure rather, than punishment & discipline,”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And so enjoyable and satisfying for the Masters & Sirs.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And aren’t you glad to be that maid, even though it is so gay,”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Secretly thrilled to the core to be her.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
Miss might laugh ‘tenting in our panties’ even though that is physically impossible for a sissy in chastity or who is hormonally gelded. But that sensation of being barely able to move. To stand straight because you are so excited in your panties that feel so incredible tight now. And barely daring to move in case everyone sees your tenting, and also sees how pathetic and tiny it is.
We might catch a glimpse in the mirror of the Miss or Misses standing behind us, impossibly beautiful and sexy, so completely unattainable and gorgeous . Watching us smirking with disdain at how pathetic and how easily manipulated we always are.
The whole exchange lasted less than a couple of minutes but now we nearly in orgasm with every breath. Then it is time to be taken out to the hotel lounges. To go to each Man in turn and curtsy to Him, asking Him if you may serve Him, fetch Him a drink and beg to please Him while He enjoys the drink. He has lots of choice and all the choice, He may simply ignore you, or slap your bottom dismissing you to choose another maid. Or He might fondle your bottom and tell you to fetch Him something. And then you are both trembling with fright and in a state hot arousal, nearly in orgasm a damp humid shameful gay arousal. The choice is always and as it should always be His.
As you are led outside into the main area you’re a stricken numb with fright. You see all the Men looking at you, imagine their cocks hardening as you mince prettily for their inspection. And just like the pretty slavegirl always so helplessly anxious and wet, you are squirming hot and flustered on your plug which feels so slippery and massive now, but not nearly as massive as you know He will feel thrusting inside you.
And it must be so wonderful and satisfying for the Masters.
And hormonally gelded sissies, as all sissies are in Femtopia, must always call a Real Man, Master when they are serving Him sexually. Although the term Sir is implicit with the sissies inferiority, calling a Real Man Master imbues the word with its uncompromising totality. It is similar in a way to how the juxtaposition between Miss and Mistress is used. Mistress is your owner and superior to you in every way imaginable, physically sexually and intellectually, but in calling to Her as Miss imbues the conversation with your intimate inferiority, and Her superiority and authority over you. just calling Her Miss makes you squirm with excitement to please Her. And you must also call Ladies who are not your owner Miss or Ms , which also invokes that intimate humiliation.
The Masters in the hotel like to play with the words, you must call Him Sir until He insists otherwise. If
He slaps your bottom or fondles you in passing Him. You must squeal prettily and look over your shoulder pouting with pretty helpless reproach, coquettishly. Then curtsy and whisper
“Yes Sir, may this maid serve You Sir, thank You Sir.”
And He might reply “You may call me Master and fetch me a drink and beg to serve me pretty little cocktoy.”
And you blush and curtsy “Yes Master, thank You Master.” And curtsy again.
“Whisky on the rocks, two cubes, and be quick about it sissy.” He tells you with another slap on your bottom, this one seems so much louder and lewder, and stings so much more.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” You whimper choking with excitement and fright, and hurry.
In the hotels we are not given names as such but a small tag is attached to your ruffled maids choker, with a picture or a number, which you can be called by. It is a feature of the auto suggestion that you don’t know your moniker or number, but as soon as a Miss or Master call you your know it is you being called. Rendered by the Stepford program completely illiterate and innumerate now, the number on the tag is just a pretty pattern. You never get to see to see your own tag, just like you are never allowed to look at your own chastity, except when you may glimpse it in the mirror. But I do recall one time when my tag was cherri and the masters constantly teased me about popping my cherry. Especially as the hotel had just introduced the enhanced ‘like a virgin’ auto suggestion alongside the latest intensity lubes that made you feel so very tight, but fantastically slippery for them.
That was also one of those long very hot peak season periods. Mistress always liked to go away for a month at these times on an adventurous vacation somewhere. So I would be in the hotels at the busiest times. The regular rooms were always booked solid, and the extra wing opened up. And that is not accounting for all the day guests. We were all so well used and tender feeling and the Misses were extra strict to make sure we were kept breathlessly busy but doing so prettily, and the hotel and everything in it had to be kept sparkling and perfect. They had introduced the new hurry canes similar to Mistresses house cane, but slightly springier, to hurry us along. The cane hade a loud sharp retort that made us all jump when we heard the signature crack and then the follow up stroke.
In fact the only time we weren’t rushed off our pretty little maids boots, was before waking the guests,
some of kneeling outside the rooms polishing shoes, before it was time for the wakeup fellatio. And then some of us downstairs in the very stuffy laundry room washing panties. But even that was setup so the guests could come in and disturb us. Pushing one of us face down into a pile of unwashed panties to be raped, while the other maids continued working. Or worse a pile of freshly washed and iron panties that now needed to hand washed all over again. The only stipulation being that the Masters try to avoid splashing cum on the panties, as that would be rather rude cumming all over a strangers panties without the Ladies consent.
I remember one of the Misses who particularly enjoyed teasing me, because I was so sweet and would look so winsome hurrying for Her strap on or Her crop, when She returned from work in an evening. Telling me about the very lovely and very expensive lingerie set She had bought Herself with all the extra tips, as well as paying for Her vacation. And telling me that even though when pleasing a Real Man sissy must be thinking only of Masters pleasure, it was nice for me to know I was paying for all these lovely things for Her and the other Misses, when He erupted in my mouth and face. This was of course on top of Her regular wages, which was already enough for Her to maintain Her own luxury household,
The guests paid handsomely, very handsomely to stay in the hotels, and then handsomely again for our sexual services. And then generous tips on top of that. Although cash was no longer a thing. The guests could buy wads of crumpled notes to stuff into our cleavage or the backs of our panties to symbolize the tip. If a maids tip pile was lower than the other maids she would be punished. It didn’t actually cost Mistress anything to have Her sissies boarded there while She was away the housework and chores performed by the chambermaids was more than a fair recompense.
In fact the only reason the hotel owners didn’t pay Mistress to have us serve there, was that there was no need to. The hotel owners had plenty of sissies of their own and plenty at the auctions to choose from. Nonetheless the hotel owners would usually send the Mistresses a gift for our stay , quite often a case of very exclusive wine and equally expensive European chocolates.
The beachside hotel also acted as a reception and training centre for new sissies, who had found themselves for various reasons now permanent residents of Femtopia, without rights or recourse. As well as auction houses for new sissies. The auctions were not auctions as such, unless a group of new enterprises wanted a number of new sissies, then it was fun to have a little auction, with sissies being displayed on the auction block. Mostly though it was private viewings with a Mistress or Master seeing a selection of sissies and choosing one or two to take home.
Sometimes there was a large group of sissies who had been screened and filtered out for male
ownership. It is seen as kinder, although not necessary to match sissies this way Although the sissy may not know or even suspect his, or rather now Her, predilection in this yet. And even if they did have any inkling, it is deeply buried in sissy-gay shame. And also if there is demand but not supply sissies who are not so inclined, can be included in this group, her feelings and wishes in this are simply overruled.
I have asked Miss about this often in tears, and sometimes she has been cool and aloof in Her replies. And at other times She has been kind and allowed me to sit besides Her for a moment on the couch, sometimes even sipping a small wine glass of Her warm pee while She enjoys Her wine.
“But all sissies must learn to love and serve Real Men, sissy.” She tells me.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And the more effeminine you become, the more appropriate that intimate service is for you and for Him, isn’t it sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And His rape.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Especially now we have removed that silly little useless thing of yours.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And given you such lovely breasts to jiggle prettily for Him.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“”Aren’t you happy to be so pretty and to be kept in chastity for Him, sissy?” She smiled “Almost as much as you are for me?”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And one day you might be owned by a nice strict Master, kept hot and flustered in His little harem exclusively for His cock to enjoy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And He will make you serve Him well wont He sissy ?”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And wont that be wonderful for Him ?.”
As usual there was no expectation or consideration of my volition or feelings in this matter.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Well stop being so silly then sissy and go and fetch me another glass of wine.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And you have made me quite wet, so you can remove my panties when you return sissy.”
“Oohh, ohh, Yes Miss, thank You
She laughed behind me, very satisfied.
The new sissies already selected for male ownership, will have been pre gelded as part of the hormonal induction. That period of around two weeks where the new sissies are quite literally delirious and bed bound, as the massive doses of treatments and hormones take effect.
For what might seem as quite obvious reasons even most dominant Men are quite squeamish about the gelding process. So it is best pre done and these sissies will also have already grown small but lovely and sensitive breasts, to wiggle prettily. Being new they wont yet be used to how massive and slippery the silicon and estrogen infused dildo’s feel. And how whilst still being completely dry make you feel so soaked, hot and wet down under your apron. How although there is no sound really, just the feeling of the 10” cock squidging and squelching with your every tiny movement, you still feel and hear the lewd sound constantly. And the superiors love teasing you about it, and the smell of your hot wetness, even though again there is only a very faint smell, covered up by your cheap sissy perfume. I say not yet gotten used to it, but in truth you never get used to it you feel somehow ever more self conscious about your chastity and the plug constantly, daily with every waking and often dreaming moment.
After they have been subject to training, and the hormones have made their bodies feminine enough. New unaccompanied sissies are normally trained and disciplined in the hotels mainly by the Misses with the canes and hurry crops. But also by Real Men who will regularly spank the sissies over their knees. The added humiliation of being spanked bare bottomed, your panties stuffed into your mouth, over His knee and in front of the other horrified new sissies, is priceless in preparation and education for a sissy. Reducing her to her place, very appropriately. As is being informed in excited scandalized whispers, by the more experienced maids working alongside the new maids, that a spanking is usually a prelude to fellatio. And that you struggle and wriggle very prettily, under the Masters firm hand and it wont be long before you will be expected to placate His anger after He has reddened your bottom.
And then that next time when He takes you to one of the side rooms for a spanking , you will be wondering quivering anxiously if is also this time for fellatio. it will be soon enough, but the Men let the sexual fear build in all the new sissies for a few days.
Usually in the hotels a sissy will often be spanked and perform fellatio in the main lounges, or at least in
the Men’s lounges, only being taken to the small rooms for anal use. Though even then it isn’t too uncommon for a maid to be penetrated anally in the main Men's lounges either, especially if Master wanted to mount or impale you on His lap. And sometimes if a maid is taken into one of the side rooms for rape the door will be left open or ajar, so that everyone might enjoy the sounds of her submission, her hot muffled moans and sobs. And also if the door is left open an invitation for other Men to join in sissies rape. The rooms are designed so that sissy is facing the wall when she is over the bench. There is a mirrored surface that can be toggled, used so that sissy might see Master behind her while He thrusting is inside her. Or the mirror might be off, so she cant see him, and if there are multiple Men using sissy the mirror might be blurry so sissy only sees the vague shapes or outlines of the Men enjoying her ass. It is unclear who should be charged for this use, the Man who initially took her to the room, or each of the Men who also subsequently enjoyed her, settled amicably and all will pay generous tips.
But for this first time and maybe the next few times, it is more intimidating and therefore instructive for sissy to be taken into the room for fellatio and for her first taste of anal penetration.
And afterwards when the sissy emerges from the room red faced with shame, everyone will know what has transpired. Sissy overwhelmed but now somehow so eager to not only be a good girl for Him but to show Him how much of a good maid you are.
The other new maids will try to approach her and ask about pleasing Him in frightened whispers, suspecting or rather knowing it will be their own turn soon enough. Sometimes they might crowd around her trying also to comfort not only her but themselves too. the Misses will watch this carefully and permit it for just a couple of moments before singling out one or two of the maids for a criss cross across their thighs, and being curtly told to hurry with their chores.
And the now that hormones have made their bodies soft and feminine. Their training complete, the canes and spankings ensure that the sissies learn very quickly. Not wanting to be sent into one of the rooms to be punished with the crop or the tawse. Each of them will have had a reason for this more severe corrective punishment during the course of their training, often for something that is seen by them as unfair, which makes the pain and humiliating fear even more effective and instructive. And the sissies will be desperate to avoid a recurrence, wanting never to feel the harsh leather ever again. In fact just a glimpse of the crop or tawse, or even leather, the smell or taste of it when kissing a Misses skirted bottom, will make the sissies sick with fear.
After a couple of weeks the sissies will enter service proper as chambermaids, serving the male guest as,
when and how the Masters desire. Thrust as it were unwillingly through the lounge doors as much as they wish to hide and cringe behind them, into the lounges for the Real Men to enjoy as they wish. On these first few hours there are lots of whippings from the Misses for any misbehavior, such as hesitancy, or any sign of reluctance. And from the guests too with the tawse. But the sissies very quickly learn to be totally obedient and pleasing, smiling and thanking the guests eagerly. At night, if they are not selected by one of the guests the sissies, crammed 5 or 6 to a bed in the maids dormitory, will whisper in tears to each other, before quickly dropping off. The more astute will notice that the experienced chambermaids will be just as tearful as they are, and most will be clinging, tearfully to a pair of their Mistresses panties, at night before bedtime. Missing their Mistress and their owners household very much. This is very much a privilege and a kindness, allowed by the Misses, and if a housemaid hasn’t been given a pair their Mistresses panties to clutch to, more often than not the Misses will give the maid a pair of theirs to cling to at night.
The new sissies long for a pair to clutch to too, but this indulgence is not generally given to the new maids who are intended for male domination and ownership. Nor is the treat generally granted to new maids who have not yet been owned by a Mistress.
However some of the unowned sissies are available for the Lady guests to enjoy sexually too. Though curiously not usually for the occasional pegging parties. These are generally privately owned sissies who the Mistress wishes to share for these events. The sissies selected for male ownership are generally excluded from serving the female guests, for what might be considered obvious reasons. Though there are lots of variations on this theme in the scene which will be detailed or fleshed out shortly.
This intimate service is more often than not performed in the privacy of the Lady guests room, maybe while the Lady is relaxing on the balcony overlooking the sea. Though there are Ladies lounges where the Women can indulge themselves, and the poolside has discretion screens if desired. The sissy will often be called to perform domestic duties cleaning & tidying up and placing the Ladies clothes away. While the Ms (using Ms here to differentiate between the guest and the Hotel Misses) watches, while pretending not to watch or is only half watching. She might be playing with the cane while She watches, or even touching Herself in anticipation. Sometimes also Her partner is there too watching and maybe wanting to join in. But He will be told to go and busy himself with the chambermaids in the lounges.
The Lady might decide to have Him spank the sissy before sending Him away, or She might cane the
sissy, for whatever reason She chooses. This is generally, but not necessarily light, as foreplay for Her rather than punishment, though still painful for sissy. Intimate service is quite delightful from these new rather inexperienced sissies because they are so very fervent to please, but also deliciously timid. And so pliant to steer and shape as they suck and lick. The Ms will often detain the sissy for a couple of hours before sending her back to her housework. And the Ms will often give the sissy a pair of Her slick panties to sleep with that night. But only for that night, in the morning sissy must hand wash and iron the panties and give them back to the Ms.
The sissy will be so excited to see the Ms again hoping to be called again later for repeat intimacy, maybe hurrying to Her in the main lounges with the neatly ironed and folded panties on a silver serving tray, or timidly knocking on Ms’s hotel door. The Ms will be deliberately cool and offhand with the sissy, even if She might fully intend to call the chambermaid again later. More often than not She will choose another of the pretty maids though. Often taking the proffered panties without even looking at sissy, or waving Her fingers in dismissal, as the crushed sissy curtsies and thanks Her before hurrying back to Her chores. The hormones make sissies emotions so utterly dependent on the attention and notice of her superiors.
If the maid brings the panties to Miss in one of the lounges, in front of all the other Ladies and couples sissy will be acutely self conscious of everyone eyes on the contents her silver tray, everyone knowing exactly what has transpired. In dismissal if sissy dared to even momentarily glance up at the superiors, which she doesn’t of course, except accidentally. She will see the coolly amused supercilious smiles of the Ladies. Watching with satisfaction, the dismissed sissy who may well have been a selfish inconsiderate husband or boyfriend, being treated exactly as she now, always did deserves to be. It doesn’t matter of course if the sissy had been the most considerate of boyfriends, albeit inadequately small, sissy is still treated exactly as sissies deserve to be. And if there is any doubt that these liberated dominant ladies will ever relinquish any of their new power over their maids, one look at their smiles, during interactions like these gives you the answer to that ridiculous question.
As if as an encore the Ladies might hear the sharp double retort of the thin cane or hurry crop as one of the hotel Misses hurries the sissy back to Her housework or to the Men’s lounges. And the chortles of the Ladies at hearing sissies squeal, and obedient half sobbing ‘Yes Miss, thank You Miss.’
Of course the Real Men, or Masters as a sissy like myself should always call a real Man when
discussing sexual service, enjoy dismissing sissies in their own way. With a loud stinging slap on our bottoms, across our upper thighs, sending us away in tears after fellatio or anal. Even though it feels so shamefully sissy-gay, we always ache to cling to Master after pleasing Him. If only for a couple of moments, especially after penetration, we so want Him to allow you to cling to His chest and thank Him, to maybe be told to pleaser Him with our trembling lips again. And on rare occasions the Master will indulge us just for a few seconds, which only makes the inevitable subsequent dismissal sting even more as you hurry away in tears after thanking him. And if you are in household of sissies, that earlier moment of competitive joy, when you were chosen instead of they replaced by your tears and the jealous flashes in the other sissies eyes seeing you put back in your place.
The sissies chosen for male ownership will generally be kept in the male lounges. But in order to keep the sissies in a state of uncertainty all the sissies are never told what their intended market is. There is a very subtle auto suggestion that makes the pre selected sissies very much aware of their market however, even if they too occasionally serve the female guest.
All the sissies are on the AI cam feed and this is tailored so that potential owners can see the sissies serving, domestically and intimately, how prettily and girlishly they interact with the other maids, even how they toilet and take their enemas, and how they toss and turn in their sleep. Most new sissies remain in the hotels for around 2 months or so before the viewings start. It is somehow managed, so that a new intake of sissies coincides with the hotels busy periods.
Then there will be afternoons or evenings when sissies usually in groups of 5 or so are led into a room for viewing by potential Mistresses or Masters. The sissies will have been pre filtered by the potential owner.
In the case of the sissies selected for male ownership there will be lots of tears and maybe even a mumbled protest, under sissies the sissies breath of course. The Misses will immediately pick up on this and one or two sissies will be told to hold their ankles, gagged with the other panties for a swift and rather sharp caning. Then to wait in cowed silence.
Once inside the room the potential Master will be relaxing chatting with the Misses over drinks. The
sissies will be inspected very intimately and rudely. Made to kiss and suck rather large very phallic dildo’s while looking into Masters eyes. He will squeeze what remains of her chastity, and slowly penetrate her rear with the dildo while watching her face intently. Then stuffing her panties into her mouth, penetrate Her with the dildo rather more quickly and forcefully. He can of course also sample Her with His own cock if He wishes. After the rude physical scrutiny He might then sit back and question her. More to hear the effeminine timbre of her trembling quaking voice than anything.
Questions like, how she loves sucking cock ? what is her moist submissive moment, is it the precum so she knows she is pleasing Him, or when He twitches and spasms before cumming ? or when He cums and fills her mouth? Or is it when He allows her to swallow and thank Him ? looking up in wondrous awe at Him as she swallows manly potency ?
Or does she sob and protest prettily when being penetrated ? what does she try to sob ? how does it feel when you know He isn’t going to stop ? and that your helpless moans only make Him more urgent ?
Or performing housework lovingly and obediently? Kissing the tawse ? being spanked over His knee, knowing He can feel your chastity against His strong muscular thighs ? isn’t she glad to be kept in chastity ? and so glad to be made to please perfectly ?.
Answering all these embarrassing humiliating questions in front of Him, while the other sissies can all hear your shame for once allowed or rather expected to look up and meet His demanding stare. Then being told eyes down sissy and being sent back to face the wall while He toys with another pretty potential acquisition.
Then if you are chosen, you will simply be left facing the wall while the other maids are dismissed back
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to the hotel and your sale is discussed. To complete the transaction your internal chip is changed to reflect your new owner. There is no need for any physical sensation from this but it is designed so that you feel an intense searing sensation, and the smell of burnt flesh, skin and fat as if you had been branded on the buttock. This is all auto suggestion of course, but still very emotional. Some Mistresses and Masters do brand their sissies physically too, and the pink scar once healed is very pretty, but this is rather a minority taste. Outside of Femtopia this is also in a state of doubtful semi legality as coerced permanent body changes are prohibited even for sissies. Although this disputed because the brand can be quite easily healed & erased. Much more common is the discrete tattoo, sometimes inside the lip or just above the hairline at the nape of the neck. Sometimes when sissy is allowed to temporarily retain his or rather hers cherries on the back of the tiny sack. But inside Femtopia the chip is regarded as more than enough ID, after all where would sissy go or escape to anyway, and there are no recorded cases of sissies being stolen as yet.
Though there are rather exciting stories about would be sissies being kidnapped from their beds and brought to Femtopia, but I think that is just a fantasy for the time being.
Sissy will be cuffed, gagged and usually hooded for the journey to her new Masters household, often in the trunk of His car, to His harem. And although sissy might never admit it to herself, so shameful it for sissies to kneel before a Real Man in her pretty French maids uniform replete with a pretty apron, or in her pink glossy and glassy babydoll, with matching slippery pink panties. Kneeling and sucking His cock, or kissing the tawse sobbing with fright. She will squirm and ache for Him, for His penetration and His strict discipline as do all His other pretty maids. And She will be glad to be made to serve Him as well as they do.
In some households the Master maintains strict discipline himself, and either uses the first maid system
or the AI, when He is not inclined or at home. In other situations the Master might employ a very sexy but very stern house Miss or Misses to keep the sissies under strict discipline. Some Mistresses with very large houses and households, use this system too. Usually but not always the house Misses can enjoy the sissies tongues when they please, and this is not the case when a Mistress is head of the household, Her sissies are for Her sexual pleasure. Or His own wife or girlfriend might take charge of the maids. In all these cases the Ladies and take pride in being exactingly strict with the sissies, keeping them under perfect discipline.
And in some cases though this is rather niche, and strictly controlled in Femtopia. Some Ladies who are more hotwife than dominant, will be submissive to the Man too. at least in the bedroom. This of course is always discretely consensual and always the woman’s choice. She will also be very strict with the sissies. And it so deeply humiliating for a sissy to see a Mistress, who is ostensibly the sissies Mistress, submitting to a Real Man, being spanked (lightly usually) and performing fellatio, maybe anal too submissively for the Master. He (the Master) enjoying sex and taking control over the Mistress in a way that sissy can never ever hope for.
The sissies domesticity will every bit as hot and bothered, totally imbued with sex and fear as that of the pretty slavegirls, too beautiful to be free in the stories.
I remember on a couple of occasions seeing group of very frightened sissies lining up facing the wall outside one of the larger rooms. Then slightly later a very handsome well built Man going into the room with one of the Misses, and the sissies following shortly afterwards. Another time the Man was black and very well built and I wondered what it might be like to owned by Him. Although it is very much a myth about their overly large cocks, we sissies didn’t know this, and very much feared serving a black Master or being owned and dominated by one. Another time I had been sent to serve drinks in one of the rooms, more often than not it is the sissies being chosen who serve the drinks but not on this occasion for one reason or another.
The room when I entered stank of sex and rank sissy fear, there was a tawse on arm the Masters chair.
At the time I didn’t think it had been used, as such but the sissies had all been made to kneel on all fours and fetch it in their mouths then kiss it as He held it pressed to their lips. Then I noticed each had a reddened bottom & I found out later that each had received a double stroke from the tawse, as part of Masters assessment. I still couldn’t take my eyes from the tawse. Miss said to Master.
“And cherri is another pretty little cocktoy aren’t you sissy.” She said meaning me.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied to both frightened.
“She is a popular blow job blonde, aren’t you sissy ?.” The Miss smiled
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied again smoothing my apron.
“Perhaps you could put in an offer to her Mistress a nice firm offer.” Miss was teasing me, or so I very fervently hoped.
Even so I couldn’t take my eyes of His firm bulge as He reached out and patted my bottom as if considering it, as I squelched and squirmed, blushing very hotly, and very anxiously.
“Run along back to your housework chastity sissy.” He told me patting my bottom again, He had already made up His mind which maid, or in this case maids He would be taking home.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied to Him
“Yes Miss, thank
You
And I realized tears welling in my eyes that He could always come back to the hotel and fuck me any
time He chose to anyway. Why did I always feel so weak and silly realizing this. The chambermaids were generally available to any Man who chose to pay for our use. Actually the way it was phrased wasn’t so much paying for sex but paying for the facilities and additional ‘special’ services. At first this may have been for legal reasons but now was just an amusing turn of phrase for the superiors, demeaning even our fervent sexual service.
But all the maids whether they are intended for male ownership or not, and a sissy will usually have more than one owner, as the superior becomes familiar or bored of even her lovely service. Know that we must please Real Men perfectly, and fervently, when you are on your knees in front of Him kissing His magnificent manly cock and balls your focus must be totally on His pleasure, just as it must be with Mistress, under Her lovely skirt in the intimate warm wetness.
Later when I saw the other maids returning to the housework I saw that two maids were missing, and I had a chance to whisper to one of the remaining maids. She was so relieved, but also I think slightly disappointed though She would never admit it even to herself too. I got a chance to give her a hug at break time and we were sat together because she was blonde like me. the Miss who came and sat with us told Her “Never mind maybe next time there will be a nice strict Master for you.”
For a moment I thought she might burst into tears, sobbing to be sent home, to be somehow allowed to leave Femtopia. But then she whispered, very quietly
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Good girl.” Miss told Her
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
I glanced at the other 3 maids who had been rejected today, they all looked equally distressed. I squirmed frightened on my plug, the way we must perch delicately on the benches makes us feel like we are impaled on our plugs & wondered what it would be like to be owned just by a Master. In His household under male domination and the overwhelming atmosphere of a Real Mans testosterone. After all Miss and Mistress always told me that the best reward for a lovely and obedient fully feminized sissy, is to be eventually owned by a very strict Master.
The Miss noticed my discomfort and told me in a saccharine sweet voice
“And maybe one day a nice strict Master for you sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Good girl.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“But for this afternoon there are lots of Masters for all of you little blow job blondes.” She told the table.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
That afternoon she made a point of pointing me out to one of the visiting black Masters. Telling Him what a good cocksucker I was. I could tell She was somewhat turned on by Him too, He did have such a good physique, and a very strong handsome jaw line.
“Aren’t they all.” He laughed slapping my bottom and sending me to fetch Him a drink.
After I had sucked Him an swallowed obediently and He had taken me to one of the rooms and spread my bottom wide with His thick cock. He had told me that my bleached pinky anus puckered very prettily spread open around His black cock, just as my lips did.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I had whimpered licking him clean after my rape. He was still very engorged and even though I was scare of His girth I so wanted to suck and please Him again, in part to thank Him for being so masterful, with me. I felt like this every time but I always felt so overwhelmed an shamed too. The Masters say a sissies fellatio is so much better after she has been penetrated, but most are too impatient for their BJ to wait. He had looked down at and taking my chin in His fingers lifted my eyes to His so that I knew He knew what I was thinking. Then letting go of my chin simply told me
“Eyes down sissy, lick me clean.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.”
Later in the afternoon I saw Him at the bar with the hotel Miss, flirting. And then the next day She had given me a pair of Her panties to wash that were stained with cum.
“That’s what a Real Mans mess looks like sissy.” She told me “Oh but I guess you know already.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
Although its
very much a stereotype and possibly slightly racist, but black Men really
frighten most sissies. They seem so
dominant and strong and its not so much the length of their cocks but
the girth, you can literally feel Him splitting you in two when He looks at
you. But they also play into our hot little stories and fantasies. Pretty
slavegirls kidnapped in the night and taken off to slavery to fantastic hidden
kingdoms deep in
But in truth the black Man is if anything not much bigger than most Real Men are, although quite a few choose to be slightly bigger and imposing. Like sissies with the treatments that feminize us, the Mistresses and vanilla Ladies choose to make themselves as desirable gorgeous as they want to be, so do the Real Men choose to be buff and athletic. The muscle bound look isn’t popular in Femtopia. And a lot of black Men seem to choose to exaggerate the look slightly.
Master prides himself that He didn’t need any enhancing, and didn’t really do much work for His physique either. He was always lean and buff, in all the sports teams at college, despite partying non stop. And even now He likes triathlon and Iron Man competitions but sometimes goes out for what seems like hours on the hottest days on His bike but when He returns seems to have barely broken a sweat. Miss does like to tease Him though, that He has taken advantage of some of the treatments but never says which ones.
And I remember Miss and Master have a few black couples as friends and one time this black Lady and
Her partner came round who was very vivacious and seemed to fill the room with Her presence. I was serving them and She had told me what a pretty little maid I was. I had blushed and curtsied then blanched as She produced a whip to show Miss and Master. It was a shortened bullwhip and looked so thick and mean.
“Of course I don’t tolerate any nonsense, or drama from silly white girls.” She said, matter of factly, then mischievously, looked at Miss and said “Present company accepted of course.”
Miss had laughed
softly and I’m quite sure there was a little sapphic spark between them, was
Miss blushing slightly, and was the black lady although it was hard to tell, as
She was very dark. Master had obviously noticed by His smirk. As had the other
“This looks very effective but a little too much for my pretty sissies.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master,”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whimpered at that moment so glad that Miss or Master didn’t let anyone punish their maids but them. Except when we were being transported by the drivers or at the hotels.
“Unless they are very naughty.” He told me
“Yes Master, thank You Master,” I squeaked in fright.
The Lady smiled “Oh none of my pretty maids are ever naughty or nor would this little maid ever be if she were mine and knew what was good for Her bottom.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“I do love keeping my pretty southern belles under very firm discipline” She said to Miss and Master.
Racism was completely unacceptable now but the reverse stereotypes were sometimes fun to play with. The idea of the privileged abruptly losing their status was a piquant notion. Both for the Mistresses who enjoyed the fruits of this role reversal. And for the sissies who were the fruits. There were lots of sissies in Femtopia who had been very rich and powerful Men, who were very dominant and confident in public, but in private enjoyed being dominated for sex play. The Women went along with this but even then he was still really in control. Until some Women started to realize the possibilities inherent in this add took control, slowly reeling the man fully in. Until he was forced into service. Only then realizing he had lost everything, and found himself in Femtopia. It was quite delicious for the Mistress and many enjoyed just the chase and process, and of course benefiting from a share of the assets stripped from the sissy.
Her partner I think Her husband had cupped my bottom and patted me with His huge manly hands and said to me almost whispering loudly though in my ear.
“Oh I think she would be a good girl, for you and for me, wouldn’t you sissy.”
“Yes Sir thank You Sir.” I curtsied embarrassed and flustered.
“Oh I would definitely be your Master, wouldn’t I sissy?” He said picking up the whip and holding the thick round blade to my lips.
The leather smelled and tasted of sex and fear as I kissed it with trembling lips. Was I to be whipped by Him or Her after all ?
But then He laughed and putting the whip down patted my bottom.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied looking down at His bulging trousers
I so glad at that moment that neither Miss nor Master allowed their male guests to enjoy their sissies.
His bulge looked so big and frightening. But then when I looked at Master so did He.
He slapped my bottom rather than patting it again and dismissed me.
“More wine sissy, then face the wall and do stop bothering the guests.” Miss told me.
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” Calling Her Mistress because we had company, I curtsied and hurried to fetch more wine, hoping I wouldn’t be punished later.
But back to the hotel
When it is time for Miss and Master go away on vacations, just as with my previous Mistress, the sissies are all sent to the hotels. Because there are five us usually in the back of a van or minibus, in cuffs gagged and blindfolded or hooded. There are always lots of pickups and it gets increasingly hot and stuffy in the van, in the rear where we are anyway. And lots of stops where the driver or groups of drivers might enjoy a maids service, before delivering us.
Once at the hotels we must mingle and serve with all the other maids, like good girls and not be cliquey. As Miss’s and Master’s maids never get to sit together at breaks, or share one of the beds in the dormitory. Though we might be permitted to wave and blow kisses at each other as we pass by fleetingly in the course of our duties, if the Misses deem to allow it. At break times we are often segregated and seated by hair colour. Blondes like me are considered the most inferior and submissive of the maids. Although I have been told that the other maids with different coloured hair are often told the very same thing. But secretly and not so secretly I do love being blonde, or should I say ‘this maid loves’ being called a blow job blonde. Even though all sissies must excel at fellatio.
At break times the blond chambermaids must wait on the other tables bringing each of the maids her
two small crustless triangles of half a sandwich or the triangles from half a slice of dry toast with a wineglass of room temperature pee from the Misses, or at breakfast that lukewarm china cup of tea, full of milk and sweetener. Before curtsying and seating ourselves. As a reward or treat though often the Miss, or Misses supervising our break times will sit at our table. But also in the evenings at toilet time the blond chambermaids are made to wait till last, and sometimes the Misses will decide that its too late now and we must wait till tomorrow evening.
There are always or seemingly there is lots of new auto suggestions and fashions to try. Sometimes there are even photographers to take pictures of the new uniforms. And sometimes we are interviewed by researchers on how a new auto suggestion makes us feel and more importantly how it affects our service and the Master enjoyment.
This is quite reminiscent of the stories we heard about in the early days of Femtopia and the sissy contracts. Where some sissies were allowed to take a respite from their housework and attend workshops with other selected sissies. Supervised by a Miss of course. The sissies somehow foolishly thought the techniques and treatments they were discussing to enhance the total subjugation and helpless vulnerability would be applied to other sissymaids and wouldn’t apply to them. And that they as a reward for participation might even be allowed to touch themselves. Or possibly as they had heard about excitedly be bound on Mistresses bed and Mistress might even ride your tiny cocklet. As the days went on the sissies would get ever more excited and flustered by the anticipation.
Discussing things like canes, chastity devices. The correct length of urethral tube to prevent any sensation of gushing. Plugs and desired length girth and firmness, how slick and slippery they should feel. How exaggerated the phallic features. Kali’s teeth. Humblers cock gags and other intimate restraints. Uniforms and underwear, desired look and feel of the fabrics. How forced bi should be enforced for maximum submission to Him and for the Mistresses pleasure. But most importantly how the treatments hormones and autosuggestions should be augmented and enhanced. The sissies thinking they were special and indeed they were, felt a voyeuristic pleasure in discussing all this and making suggestions, that delighted the smiling Mistresses, almost as if the sissies in the room on the rather uncomfortable chairs, why did they have to be so hard and uncomfortable, would be the beneficiaries of all this. Which the supervisory Miss, sitting in the comfortable leather executive swivel chair, smoking and guiding the conversation, was only to happy to encourage this feeling. And indeed the sissies would be the beneficiaries, just not in the way they had expected. When after the week or so the sissies were taken home, they would learn who the true beneficiaries were always intended to be.
What silly maids they all were we thought to ourselves, but also secretly wondered what naughty things
you might add to the list. And we did love naughty things as long as Mistress or master was pleased. Miss and the superiors in general would often ask you to truthfully tell them your dreams and little fantasies, sometimes very embarrassingly while She had guests and they were enjoying afternoon drinks, so they could enjoy them. And you would be squirming hotly, as they listened to your growing embarrassment, and building sexual arousal, and devised new ways to exploit this for their own exclusive sexual pleasure.
The hotels would introduce all the new fashions and techniques. The new uniforms that were demure and pretty but looked and felt so much like underwear or the nightwear, we normally wore. That is until you saw the new pink glossy babydolls that you were sent to guests bedrooms at night attired in. and speaking of the underwear, most sissies wear ivory cream panties, slips and petticoats but now with a pastel pink, or other pastel colours glimmer to the fabric. The tiny sized impossibly high platform maids booties, with their tiptoe insoles that kept you on your tiptoes and somehow made you feel like you were locked in those horrid toe cuffs. The position made your posture feel like you were constantly trying to flee in breathless panic from the Masters or the Misses hurry crops, but were constrained by the virtual toe cuffs, and the physical ankle strap, that restricted your pretty gait.
And the new buxom program that made you feel that your breasts were much bouncier and comely than
they were in actual fact. Sissies hormonal breasts are pert and bouncy, rather than overly large, which was considered just too vulgar and anyway not really possible for sissies without implants. But you felt pornstar jiggly, so that when you entered a room your cleavage proceeded you, with all the Men looking at you, with stiffening cocks just ready to splash all over those jiggly breasts . And also meant that you could no longer look down and glance at your chastity, not that you were supposed to look anyway. There is nothing to see there anyway sissy, or nothing much, the Misses would tease. And how lewdly warm and wet the new plugs felt, that you couldn’t even breath without squelching for everyone to hear. There was little sound or smell but the treatments and auto conditioning made us acutely aware of the sounds smells and sensation.
How impossibly tight you felt now and how big the Masters were. Just like the treatments that made sissies bodies so effeminate. The Mistresses and Misses would enhance their own beauty and gorgeousness, so would the Masters and Sirs make themselves more manly and bigger so that 8 or 9 inches was the norm. so that when you opened a Real Mans trousers or rather He opened them in your face, His erection would loom over you, and seem so massive and thick that you were filled with fright at how impossible it would be to deep throat Him, and sissies must always deep throat no matter how big or thick He is, all the way so that His massive balls are bouncing on your chin. How you would gag and splutter choking on Him. And how He would split you apart as He spread your cheeks and penetrated you, how huge He would feel inside you as He sissy raped you. How massive Mistresses admittedly rather imposing strap on was, or His throbbing thrusting cock. How tight you were kept , that even a little finger felt eggplant in girth. The Misses had teased you might even just about feel a sissies tiny clitty. Or how massive and swollen His balls looked and felt as you kissed and suckled them. First kissing one in awe of His potency, how would you be able to even swallow some of His cum, before in surprise, and this always made you feel so silly, realizing there was a second swollen ball. Kissing Him and telling Him how big and manly He is and tastes, utterly in thrall and awe of Him. With the effect of course of adding massively to His pleasure.
And then when He exploded or erupted inside you, or in your mouth and face. It was physically
impossible for a Real Man even enhanced to cum that much but you felt so overwhelmed and splattered, coated with His thick slimy cum. As you looked up at Him in wonder and awe, so ultra femme in your adoration. So that He feels like a god so virile and potent, and horny again.
And no matter how much you feared His huge cock, you still knew you must please Him and please His throbbing swollen erection. And you wanted to please Him and wanted to worship and adore His cock, nearly as much as you ached to worship Mistress intimately.
And despite being numb with fright when He took you to the side rooms, when He slapped your bottom to pause you as you minced past His chair. You would be trembling, panting nearly in orgasm, anticipating the taste and smell of His cock. The thick sticky taste of His cum. If you had been one of the slavegirls He would be able to smell your hot wet womanhood, instead you imagined He could smell and hear your own sissy squelches. And you were in strict chastity for His pleasure.
And when He came in your face you would sob in thanks to be kept in chastity by Him. What a pathetic sissy you were. Overcome and overwrought with submission emotionally you would ask Him, begging to know if you pleased Him.
“Please Master, did this maid please You Master, thank You Master ?” you would almost sob through thick sticky lips. He would rarely bother to reply, or even acknowledge your tears after He was done with you.
But He would show the hotel how pleased He was. If He chose to use the cash tips, some Men do & some prefer to just tip via the app, using the crumpled notes that were actually antique used dollar bills. He might fold and stuff a wad of notes into your cleavage or between your buttocks, in the rear of your panties and slap your bottom dismissing you.
How magnificent it must feel to be Him at that and every moment, and not a sissy like you. But how secretly glad you were to be sissy for His pleasure. The stricter and more demanding He treated you the more you wanted to please Him.
And you could never tell by the size of the wad how satisfied or pleased He was, it always felt so paltry.
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And the Misses would take the wad without saying revealing if they were pleased with the amount or not, just toss the notes into a large pile of tips, and sending you to the little tidy room to clean and scent yourself & your uniform quickly, before hurrying back to housework or to serve in the lounge again.
The Misses themselves would be so lovely and fashionable, so desirable and unattainable. Often they were new Mistresses and quite young, in their early twenties and fresh to the scene. Sometimes with a sissy of their own at home or sometimes in the condos. No matter how young they were though they still seemed vastly senior to us. Most of the Misses would either end up running their own businesses or have high flying careers, and Femtopia subsidized the lifestyle lavishly inside and outside Femtopia, with the purpose of liberating enabling dominant Women, funded and promoted with the wealth assets so aptly appropriated from the sissies.
And they so enjoyed teasing and being ever so strict with us. But we also loved serving them if only to fetch them drinks and snacks and maybe hand launder their panties. It was a kind of consolation for missing our own Mistress, even though we so wanted them to have a lovely vacation.
In the busy times you might serve over 10 Men a day, more if you are chosen by a group of Men, or if you are sent to the stocks room where you are kept bent over in stocks for use most of the day. And then at night in Masters room, in your pretty pink babydoll, the fabric that looks so pretty, like icing, covered in His cum. Either being led almost stumbling to His room, pressed by His sharp slaps to your bottom and His insistence to rape you. or being sent to His room, and timidly knocking on the door waiting trembling for permission to enter and submit to Him.
Then in the morning if you have been chosen, which I nearly always was. And often by multiple Masters, for the wakeup BJ, to enter the room quietly and wake Him with your mouth, while another maid waits with His coffee. He will give you the cream and maybe tell you to share a taste His morning cum with the other maid too, before dismissing you both, to shower and start His day.
You might see Him again later, if you are chosen to be one of the
breakfast chambermaids. But not being allowed to look up above His belt to see His face you don’t know. For His part He rarely acknowledges you. and the Ladies often look at you in amusement, as you wonder if it was He you woke today. But more often than not I am sent to the pantie laundry to individually wash piles and piles of Ladies panties, both the guest and for the pantie washing service, that is so popular as a little luxury for dominant and vanilla wealthy Women. Of course the dominant Women usually have their own chastity sissy to perform this lovely duty, but if they are staying at the hotel, it is the chambermaids who perform this task. Interrupted regularly by Men who enjoy raping us in front of the other maids while we hurry with our own servile tasks.
But those are just the morning duties while the guests are enjoying breakfast, In the sunshine. It is a nice duty for the maids serving breakfast on the large patio. Always making sure to hide from the sun under the parasols. The umbrellas are there for the guests comfort, but also so that the maids don’t ruin their often creamy complexion. If you are given that duty you might even be able to hear and to glance at the sea from time to time.
It reminds us of one of our favourite slave girl stories. Where the Masters are transporting a few new slaves chained in a curtained wagon. In the evening the slaves make camp, cooking for the Men. But sometimes they are allowed to swim and splash naked in the sea. Of course one or more slaves might be performing fellatio for the Masters while the other girls swim, and we sometimes cant decide which slave is the luckier one. After the camp is made and the Masters have eaten. The slaves might be fed a handful of food, sometimes actually eating from the Masters hand. Then most of the slaves will be chained up and locked in the wagon, with the rest of the merchandise. A selection of the slaves will be chosen for intimate duties. The stories sound rather romantic and homely in a way, and we sometimes long to be the Master in that situation. or much more relevantly to be the slavegirl, being allowed to swim, or being out on Her knees to please the Master.
The journey continues until the slaves are finally auctioned and owned, often never allowed to leave
their Masters houses at all. And not even permitted to look out of the external windows. In much the same way as Master and Miss never allow us to look outside through the windows, not even through the open doorway when they leave for the day. By denying us even this little simple indulgence it reminds us that we are in service. Even if we could cheat, we never would. The ever present house AI would inform our owners and we would be punished, an rightly so for disobedience.
After breakfast most of the guests will leave for the day, or go to the beach, some Mistresses will pamper themselves at the spar, while the Men enjoy the sissies. And there are always lots of day visitors in the Men's lounges. And you know you will spend the rest of the day with a sticky mouth and sticky panties, even while hurriedly performing the more servile mundane chambermaid duties.
The Misses do enjoy hurrying us along with the canes or hurry crops. And every time we hear the crack of the double stroke we all startle an choke with fright, nearly as much, but obviously not as much as the harried chambermaid. It all adds to sexual tension and enjoyment of the guest. And if a guest decides punish a maid with the tawse, even if the or is firmly closed we all still hear her beating. Although mostly the door is left open or slightly ajar to add to the enjoyable (for Him) atmosphere of sexual fear and shame. Even if a maid is being spanked we are still acutely aware of her more intimate discipline. Squirming with fright but also wishing you were her over His lap, until it is you being spanked that is.
I recall one particular time when I and another maid were serving drinks and finger snacks to a couple in the main lounge. and the Mistress had looked at the maid and recognized her as a sissy she had once been married too before putting him into panties. to make matters worse the Master She was with was the Man who had first cuckolded the sissy, before the couple had decide to sissify and feminize the hapless husband. He had actually been the sissies former junior business partner & still owned the business alongside His new wife, the sissies former wife.
The sissy had been very upset and had to be punished by one of the hotel Misses, we all heard Her beating it was with the punishment crop in one of the side rooms. Afterwards the Man had taken the sissy to the same room for fellatio and rape, to catch up so to speak.
Then later still, while the Mistress enjoyed the spar we had both been taken to the same room for His
enjoyment. The room had still reeked of her rape and fear. As did her panties still taste of Him thick and sticky with His cum, when He gagged me with them to spank me. As she faced the wall, red with humiliation and shame He had peeled down her panties to gag me with them, slapping her bottom as He stripped her. He had opened them so the messy sticky side was outwards and pushed them into my mouth.
“Are you enjoying the taste of her rape sissy ? a taste of my pleasure.” He told me, I couldn’t reply “Don’t worry you will soon be enjoying much more of the same, and fresh too.” He pushed the wadded sticky satin deep into my mouth, as I whimpered and sobbed, struggling prettily in the cuffs.
After my spanking we had both knelt and kissed His cock and balls together. Our eyes meeting over His towering erection. Our glossy lips sometimes brushing the others as we kissed and worshipped Him. Telling Him how manly He smelt and tasted. He had made Her retell her story to both of us & I had to tell Him how it would feel to me in that same situation, until we were both sobbing in humiliation, and rightfully so to be chastity sissies in the presence of a Real Man. Then after we had sucked Him together and had been permitted to swallow. We had thanked Him for being kept in chastity and being permitted to please Him.
We must always thank any superior for being kept in chastity even when they weren’t the physical keyholder. Especially during sex all sissies are kept in chastity, as much by His, or Her dominant will, as by our owners key.
We also thanked each other for pleasing Him with the other, saying quite pathetically, that we hoped the other as much as we had both hoped we had pleased Him, as we kissed.
We had both been covered in thick cum as He reached for the tawse.
It isn’t really physically possible for any Man even a real Man to cum that much, but the auto suggestion makes us feel like He has completely and chokingly filled our mouths while also spattering and coating our faces and breasts with thick spurting cum. Which made you look up at His satisfied face with wonder and awe which increased His after enjoyment as hugely as it humiliated you.
We had both sobbed as He reached for the tawse and pressed it to our lips to kiss it before we were to be beaten.
He asked us if we had been excited and needful to serve Him. And we had responded “Yes Master,
always Master, thank You Master.”
We had been as always nearly in orgasm just to be considered and touched by Him.
“So you would have yourself chosen not for my pleasure, but for your own desperate needs?” He demanded.
“For both, please, Master,” we sobbed, then fearfully corrected ourselves . “For Your pleasure Master, only for Your pleasure!”
But it was too late and He had trapped us easily. The Master are so much cleverer than sissies. And He didn’t in any case need any reason to punish us except His decision to do so.
“Your only focus should always be fully concentrating those empty blond heads, on my pleasure little chastity bimbo’s.” He told us.
“Yes Master, always Master , thank You Master.” We sobbed hoping against hope that He was only making us kiss the whip and rescinding our punishment.
“But I think you both need a little correction, a painful mnemonic for your asses.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” We had sobbed kissing the whip.
Each kissing the tawse fervently, sobbing and pleading, that the other maid deserved to be punished more then I did, that I was a good girl and only ever wanted to be obedient and pleasing, until we were both sobbing with distressed misery and hot fearful shame.
We were both beaten and raped in turn. Six resounding dreadful lashes each, her before me. He dint hold back, the Masters rarely or never do when they decide to use the tawse
As He penetrated her, He laughed and told me.
“Don’t worry sissy your beating will be equally severe, maybe more so.”
I had sobbed into the maids panties gagging me, in misery. Just as She had sobbed and moaned into my
panties in her mouth as He filled her ass. We were face, cheek down on the bench, so we couldn’t look away from each other eyes, but unable to look behind us at Him, as He punished and enjoyed us.
Another maid was called to freshen His drink, after He had cum inside my companion. I think she (the maid fetching His drink) was very pleased to be dismissed from the room.
I was beaten with the tawse, it was so horrid, so thick and blunt feeling as it thudded into your bottom your thighs. Then the oh so sharp bloom of stinging pain as He lifted the leather for another deliberately timed blow. Timed to allow the pain from the previous blow to crescendo fully. Then He raped me
Then a further two lashes across both of our backsides after He had withdrawn from me.
“Who’s next.” He called laughing out as He withdrew from me.
But was only saying that for effect, then He had plugged me again with a lewd slurp as the huge phallic plug penetrate me.
We had both knelt still in the sex cuffs and plugged again to lick Him clean and thank Him. She got a final remnant spurt of cum in her face, and I was so jealous until He told me to lick it off her.
The final shame was being dismissed in tears to the lounge, knowing that all the guests were looking at us, at our reddened bottoms and rear thighs, and that all the other maids would have heard our beating and our muffled sobs as He raped us.
We were both each soon chosen by another eager Master after we had hurriedly cleaned ourselves. We had cleaned each other, supervised by one of the Misses in the room of shame. We weren’t tawsed again that day. Although we don’t know this the Misses will discourage, anyone from using the tawse to punish us again, for the day, but the fear is always there. As it should be for sissies serving real Men. and we were spanked by all the Men we served. As is only correct. And the Misses still hurried us along with the canes if they decided we slowed the pace of our chores. And sitting down for lunch later was dreadfully uncomfortable. The supervising Miss knowing all too well what had happened had told us unsympathetically to stop fidgeting unless we wanted to be caned, good girls sit still when they are allowed to sit.
The couple had stayed for a few nights but never said a word to us after that first afternoon, even
though, or as, we had served drinks and food to them and the other guests. But why should they we were there for their convenience, not our silly desperate needs. In fact most of the guests never use the same maid more than once per stay, there are always plenty of us to choose from. With the incognito auto suggestion we wouldn’t know anyway unless He decides to tell us.
Sometimes though a Master might take a fancy to one of us, during His stay, and make Him one of His favourites. For an extra fee you might be confined to His room, for the duration of His stay, but this is a rare occurrence. The choice is always, as it should be theirs and theirs only. And in fact the Misses and the AI made sure that we never even spoke to each other about serving and being punished by Him together, not even in whispers even though we had to work together on lots of occasions. We both saw the other shame in our eyes though. As we saw all the other maids submissive shame, whenever we glanced at each faces. Even though we were not usually permitted to look at each other faces, and never those of the superiors, unless you were sucking Him or were expressly told to look up. We still couldn’t help but occasionally glance at each other, while performing our servile menial duties.
It was still early in the afternoon and it was going to be a busy long day and evening. But we tried to hurry prettily and to be always seen to be trying to work as quickly and perfectly as we could. And always knelt submissively for fellatio and thanked Master with curtsy after He had allowed us to swallow His pleasure.
It must be so satisfying to be a Real Man here.
And so good for the Misses to enjoy the tips we earned serving the Masters so obediently.
Thank You Mistress, thank You Miss, thank You Master. Curtsy xx
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