Master & Miss had been packing to go away for over week now, She much longer than Him. But in truth I wasn’t sure why it took Her so long because it was only a moderate sized backpack each, Master and Miss both enjoyed adventurous vacations, traveling rather than touristy. And if any specialist equipment was needed it could be hired on location. The only exception to this was Masters cycles He liked His own bikes, if any biking was to be done. As usual they were going away during the peak vacation time. Femtopia business both creative and commercial tended to partially mothball for 2 or 3 months every summer. It was also peak tourist season for visitors but more on that later.
Master and Miss liked to go away together, whereas my previous Miss or Mistress (my current Miss is also Mistress. Like most owners, She prefers and insists on Miss at home, as its more intimate, unless we have female visitors), prefers Her vacations on Her own and She likes them to be sexually adventurous too, having lovers as She pleased.
Miss or Master were often away on their own for a few days too, on business or pleasure, but then either Miss or Master would be in control of us. Occasionally if they were away together but just for a short time, they would get in a house Miss to discipline us and keep us busy with housework. They were usually young Mistresses and sometimes they had parties with their friends or had their boyfriends staying over, nothing too boisterous though, as long as there was no damage and we the housemaids cleaned up perfectly afterwards which we invariably did.
Sometimes if Miss was briefly away on Her own, Master would disappointingly spend a lot of time in
the evenings and His days off out at the clubs in the FLR zone just adjacent to Femtopia. They were just that much more varied and fun He said, whereas Femtopia was luxurious and indulgent (for the superiors that is) He would nearly always come home at night though so one of us would still get to wake Him with fellatio, and one or two of us would fawningly but unobtrusively serve and prepare His breakfast. There was always a great deal of jealousy over this, especially the fellatio part, but who didn’t want to look up at His satisfied face in the mornings and obediently swallow His pleasure.
And then unobtrusively fawn on Him, as you served Him breakfast, hoping against hope that He might want fellatio again before leaving for the day. He would enjoy His breakfast while reading the broadsheet newspapers, which in this day and age might seem like a slight affectation, but He did seem to be engrossed in whatever He was reading and He was very clever.
We were not allowed to look up above His or Miss’s beltline (or that of any superior) without permission, unless you were performing fellatio. But you couldn’t help glance up occasionally, furtively, in awe and adulation of just Him, His dominant maleness. Sometimes He would catch you and ignore you, or tell you ‘eyes down sissy’ or sometimes He would slap your bottom loudly, telling you even louder ‘eyes down sissy.’ And you would squeal in fright. Simpering ‘Yes Master, Thank You Master’. Of course then you wouldn’t dare look up again but He was usually amused. You would catch the other maids glancing at you contemptuously, for being such a bimbo, but they were totally and utterly weak with jealousy. And even though His slap was hard and stinging you would treasure and savour it, for as much of the day as you could.
Master always managed to slap or spank you so expertly, His large hand sticking your bottom and the very tender part of your upper thighs. It didn’t help that our maids dresses were so short and rode up so easily too. It was silly but every time you put on the uniform that Miss had decided you were to wear for that day, you felt that it was somehow shorter and tinier than the uniform you wore the day before and the day before that, which of course was impossible, but you felt more naked than naked in the short skirt. And every time you curtsied you tried, totally in vain to pull the hem down, just that little bit more to cover a little bit more of your panties. And it was utterly in vain as soon as you released your fingers the fabric would ride and flounce up. And Miss if She caught might scold you or give you a criss cross across the rear of your thighs for fussing. Master always managed to strike the base of your plug too, which made it feel even more penetrating and intrusive. Especially as after He spanked or slapped you, or even spoke to you, you would curtsy obediently and thank Him.
You didn’t want in any way to be naughty though, as everything must be perfect for Him as it should be
for any superior. The condiments in the wrong position, or His coffee too hot or too cold, the ashtray not emptied and polished quickly enough, any number of things could earn you a beating with the crop or tawse for, and deservedly so.
Miss on the other hand, preferred either breakfast, or at leas Her first coffee and cigarette in bed, and if She was in the mood cunnilingus with Her legs draped over your shoulders or queening your face, as you lay under Her. But downstairs She liked Her breakfast in silence, or gossiping face timing with Her friends on Her large phone. But when Master was away and when She was left to Her own devices, often had a selection of Lady guests over for afternoon drinks and dining in the evening. Sometimes even a Lady lover might stay over. Master doesn’t really approve of these liaisons but tolerates it. Both Master and Miss are faithful to a major extent to each other, any lusty dalliances are to be conducted discretely & strictly outside of the home. But Master doesn’t object to Miss’s Sapphic encounters as much. Miss correspondingly once said She wouldn’t object if He brought a man home, which apparently led to a spanking for Miss, though we housemaids were never allowed to talk about this, ever. Miss or Master enjoying we housemaids doesn’t count as infidelity, as we are just sissies.
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This time though it was summer vacation time which meant we would be having an extended stay serving as chambermaids at one of the sissy hotels. This was beneficial for all (the superiors) concerned. The hotel would get free chambermaids during the busy tourist seasons, so that guests always had a selection of sissies to choose from day or night, and the housework would always be done perfectly. Miss and Master would get a share of the tips we earned for intimate services, which often paid for their vacation and a luxurious welcome home treat afterwards. The hotel would charge for hotel rooms and services for the guest, but also take a share of the tips which were very profitable, and the hotel Misses would take their share of the tips on top of their wages for overseeing and disciplining us. The tips paying for their own vacations and luxuries.
For the superiors and generally those not in service, like sissymaids. There was a lot of money around and people liked to spend it. So the guests would pay approx around $250 (in today’s money) for intimate service and then tip that again each time they wanted to use one of the sissies, that included oral and anal, and spanking. A threesome or more with more than one sissy was charged by the amount of sissies. Group or a gang bang each participant paid and premium on top. If a guest wanted to use the tawse or crop to discipline a sissy that was extra. Given that during the day sissies would serve around 5 male guests, and again in the evenings and bedroom service around 5 again on slow days, not tourist season. Not to mention the morning wake up BJ’s which were almost a compulsory extra (in terms of the guests enjoyment that is) but also chargeable. There was a lot of money to be made and shared in pimping deliciously servile & obedient chastity chambermaids.
Naturally silly sissies never saw any of this money, sissies forfeited all their assets when they are put
into panties (signing a sissy contract, or entering Femtopia as a sissy). Even the Universal Basic Income, belongs to their owners inside and outside of Femtopia. There apparently is something called sissy bonds which are still attached to the sissy but that belong to their current owner. The correct legalese is ‘in service to’ but t means very much the same if not more. These are an amalgamation of the sissies UBI and any assets s/he might have had previously and apparently the trade in these is very lucrative indeed. Femtopia and the corporations and institutions of FLR in the vanilla world are rather fabulously wealthy, if discreetly so.
And just for comparisons sake, female prostitution was so exorbitantly expensive that only the very super rich could indulge, and even then the client was seen as rather sordid and shameful. Rather socially unacceptable. Sissies were under the radar but only just and even if it was demeaning and degrading for them, isn’t that what they wished for.
And also during our ‘vacation’ we might learn some new tips to please Master with our mouths. All the maids had little tricks and techniques to share, even though we were very jealous and competitive we couldn’t help but gossip. And some of the Men had new things they had read about which they wanted to indulge in. On returning home we would be very eager to show our newfound skills to Master, which would be lovely for Him.
But it was now time to go and to our disappointment this time, Miss wasn’t giving us each a pair of Her soiled panties to clutch to & remind ourselves of Her, if any reminder was ever needed, as we went to sleep in the hotel. They would be away for too long and keeping Her expensive panties for that long unwashed would be stinky, even if it was intimate, and might ruin the silk. Perhaps if we were good girls one of the hotel Misses might give us a pair of their own used panties to sleep overnight with, and we could have the privilege of hand washing the briefs for them in the morning. ‘It isn’t quite as good I know maids’ She told us, but we should always be thankful and treasure the panties as if they were Hers.
After we finished the mornings housework and had served Miss and Master breakfast we were all told to wait in the hall, facing the wall, until the driver arrived for us. The house robots would keep the house perfectly clean and dust free while we were away. Incidentally although all the servile housework and domestic drudgery is done by us without any labour saving devices. All the gross disgusting & truly unhygienic chores are still performed by the automation. Housemaids just perform all the surface chores cleaning and scrubbing, polishing everything so it looks better than new, more pristine and perfect than any showroom or glossy photo shoot.
Miss and Master were outside smoking waiting for their own taxi to arrive when the van for us pulled
up. The driver came in with a handful of leather restraint items all in pretty sissy pink. He stood to one side while Master came back inside and squeezed each of our bottoms in turn, we curtsied to Him, He kindly allowed us to look up at Him for a brief moment while Miss watched, we were then allowed to kiss Miss’s bottom in turn. She did not allow us to look up while we were kissing Her bottom, but She did wiggle Her buttocks teasingly.
“Goodbye girls, be good maids for the hotel Mistress and the Misses, She told us.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“And for all the manly hotel guests.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Or I will hear about it wont I.”
“Yes Miss, thank You
Sometimes in the hotels maids carried these purses so the guest could put the paper tips into them, but mostly they preferred to tip electronically, or to stuff wads of cash (symbolic) into our cleavage or into our panties between our butt cheeks.
“Well don’t keep the driver waiting, I’m sure He has more important things to do then wait for silly sissies.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
Miss took a bunch of tiny keys from Her bag and gave them to the driver. This was primarily a symbolic handing over of the chastity keys, as Miss (and Master) always retained the keys. The keys themselves used to have tiny tracking chips deep inside, until it was decided that this was unnecessary as sissies are chipped inside anyway. Neither they nor the drivers or any of superiors had any intention of unlocking us, except occasionally when a new more restrictive or prettier version of the chastity buttons became fashionable & desirable (for the superiors to impose on us). Nonetheless the drivers always seemed to pocket the keys with wink and a smirk. The driver would hand the keys over to the hotel Misses who kept them all on hooks on the wall in their rest lounge that was also our discipline room, or at least one of the discipline rooms. We would catch a glimpse of the keys whenever we went into the room hanging next to the crops and canes, but never dared touch them. In fact we were not supposed to even look at them.
“Oh look Mike our taxi has arrived, lets go, ‘toodle pip’ and serve well maids.” Mike was Master, but
we only heard Master anyway, nor did we ever hear Miss’s name or that of any of the superiors.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
The driver was quite the brute, very big physically, quite often the drivers are, and quite often they serve as punishment bulls too. Whilst being mostly vanilla and not part of the scene as such, nor resident of Femtopia. That type of overt muscularity is not popular with the ladies here, they mostly prefer buff, but trim and athletic in their hunks. The drivers and bulls are also chosen because they are unusually well endowed, rather too thick for most real woman to enjoy comfortably, though perfect for punishing sissies, a certain type of vanilla Lady likes that ultra porn size the overtly muscular type too.
The driver and bulls serve a useful purpose transporting and sometimes sexually disciplining sissies who might be getting themselves a little too excited serving their Mistress. Also the bulls take part in themed events where the sissies might be presented as part of an Arabic or African harem, as guards not eunuchs, or as pimps, many of the drivers work a sissy pimps outside Femtopia too. Although most Real Men can easily physically restrain a sissy with just one hand, and easily carry a poor sissy about. It is very amusing for the superiors to see a bound sissy, tossed over a very muscular shoulder, struggling prettily, as sissy is carried away.
But in this case we were put in the sex cuffs, a patent pink leather belt that buckles closed around your waist with pink leather cuffs attached at the rear. It is very secure as the occupant cant access any of the buckles and has a hidden lock anyway, and rather uncomfortable, as it holds your wrists in the small of your back, out of the way of your bottom so that you can be spanked, caned or penetrated without any obstruction. The way the belt fastened caused the dress of your skirt to lift up, exposing your rear too. If you were uncuffed performing cunnilingus or fellatio sissies were expected to hold the sides of their skirt and petticoat, in trembling fingers. And if you were cuffed the rear of the skirt as best you could.
The driver also had pink leather bag hoods, with the horrid pecker gag attachments. We didn’t like these
at all. Not just because the phallic pecker gag was so big but also being transported blindfolded by the close fitting hood made you feel even more helpless and vulnerable, than you always were. Also the hoods were very close fitting, buckling closed around the throat under your chin, and did not appear to have any means of ventilation. They did of course it was permeated into the synthetic leather construction. But being hooded and gagged like this you had to take shallow breaths to avoid that rising sensation of panic, which you couldn’t avoid in any case. Some hoods didn’t have attached gags, often it is preferable to gag sissies with their own panties, but you still got that same choking sensation. A rather clever feature was that the patent leather didn’t disturb your make up too much, or was that a feature of the makeup. I must confess sissies aren’t really permitted to be too intelligent, or curious so I didn’t quite understand it.
I was in the middle so saw mollie and lucy gagged and hooded. The driver slapping their bottoms when He was done and smiling at the very muffled squeals of distress from inside the hood, He did slap very hard. Then it was my turn for the horrid darkness. The gag itself tasted of sex and sex lube, ooh it was horrid. When He slapped me He deftly hit the base of my plug causing me to squeal, just like the other maids, and the sting of the slap spread quickly on my bottom. It also caused my panties to slip down ever so slightly, (‘sissy’s bottom’, a much cuter version of ‘plumbers bottom’), so uncomfortable and I was completely unable to do anything at all to make fix it more. Sissy panties with their double sided glossy, slippery panties are designed to feel like that, simultaneously too small and tight and constantly in sexy peril of falling down.
The other maids were hooded too and we were led outside, trying not to stumble, then the drivers very helpfully lifted us into the vehicle. There were already some sissies inside, I could tell by the feel of squashed bodies and the muffled cries of dismay, but in the hood I couldn’t tell how many, as we were squeezed in and
secured to the back of the slippery patent leather seats. Unlike Miss or Masters taxi limo’s with the plush natural colored leather seating. The limos for transporting sissies had rather slippery, plastic feeling patent leather in pink. Amongst other things it was easy to wipe down, or lick clean after sex. I also couldn’t tell whether this was the back of the cramped transport vans, a minibus, or a limo with extra seating installed.
There was no real reason for any of this extra security as even when we are transported unhooded you
cannot see outside through the windows at all, but everyone can see inside. Even through the hood I could smell the patent leather and the humid stink of sex and fright. The drivers transported sissy secretaries (though they performed no secretarial duties except to look pretty, and be available) to the offices in the mornings, and one of the perks was a regular stop off for fellatio and sometimes anal. As we were all pushed inside and squeezed together there were a lot of muffled distressed moaning.
I thought I heard an engine starting, although electric motors are mostly quiet, and wondered if it was Master and Miss setting off, wondered if they might be watching us amused at the sight of us stumbling prettily, being pushed into the van or limo. But in all likelihood they would pay us no heed, anticipating their travels. Mistress had sometimes liked to show me pictures of all the lovers She took while She was on vacation, or if She found a sissy to serve Her, the sissy, which always made me so jealous, much more jealous of being cuckolded, though that isn’t quite the right terminology for a Mistress and sissy. And Miss sometimes, but very rarely might show one of us a photo of some very exotic location.
The hotel Misses would have lots of photos pinned up on the rest room wall and would sometimes enjoy telling us how the tips our intimate services over the course of a particular stay had paid for that vacation or another for them. And wasn’t it lovely to think even though when you are pleasing a Real Man your sole focus should be on His cock in your mouth, to know that you were contributing so sweetly and appropriately to the Misses vacation funds too.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We would always reply with a submissive curtsy
And it was lovely to think of the lovely Misses enjoying their lovely vacations.
Sometimes the Masters as chastity sissies must always call the Real Men if we are serving them intimately, or the Misses might ask us teasingly
“And are you enjoying your little break sissy ?”
“Oh yes Master m thank You Master.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
We would curtsy
Master once
showed me a picture of some very pretty sissies in
gentrified Favelas. They were all very pretty and looked passionate & fiery.
I did not belong
to Miss and Master then but when they sent their sissies for hormonal gelding,
Miss and Master had taken a short break via supersonic flight to
“Were they Master, thank You Master ?” I had asked, rather jealously, knowing He would have enjoyed their intimate services.
“Oh they were very obedient and submissive, after a spanking.” He told me
Sissies are not permitted any other mode of behavior no matter how fiery and exotic they might appear.
“Yes Master thank You Master.” I whispered.
“Just like you sissy.”
“Yes Master thank You Master.” I gasped quite hotly, gazing up at Him for a moment with admiration and awe.
He smirked happily “Eyes down sissy and you may get across my lap.”
“Yes Master thank You Master.” I had whimpered excitedly but frightened too, He always spanked me and the other sissies so hard. It was wonder we weren’t red bottomed all the time.
Miss was very sapphicly impressed by some of the Ladies too, and had subsequently planned a couple of trips without Master.
The door of the limo closed it felt like it was sealing us inside to our fate. I supposed it was a limo
because of the way were all crammed together with another seat inserted facing us so that the maid opposite you had Her legs pressed to yours and there was absolutely no wiggle room. But then again it was just impossible to tell. The driver up front was listening to some indie rock music, possibly the sort of music I had enjoyed before I was put into panties, but now it was just for our superiors. Sissy music, on the sissy radio was all very syrupy soppy love and erotic songs. The smell of His cigarette wafted through to the back as well. I so missed coffee and smoking in the mornings and listening to music too.
We made at least two more stops and more maids were pressed inside. Femtopia is not really that large but the roads tend to hug the coast and meander prettily, or at least so I am told. But then we had the stop we were all fearing. Often the drivers will stop and meet at a beachside cafĂ© for coffee and maybe brunch, sometimes 4 or five them with their cargos waiting helplessly in the vehicles. And it is fun for them to choose one of the sissies for a quick gang bang. It wasn’t me this time, but it had been me on plenty of occasions. And we all listening squirming with utter fright as the maid chosen had Her panties pulled down and was pushed face down on the floor between our legs and raped in turn by the Men. To make matters even more shameful we were all squidging on our plugs in tempo with the thrusts of the Men. I knew they would all feel so thick inside the sissy, and she would be quite tender
and swollen after they had finished with her . On occasions like this she isn’t even unhooded to lick
them clean, they just wipe their sticky cocks on Her apron, so she would not know who had raped her. We are not permitted to look up at the drivers when they collect us either so we wouldn’t know our abuser. Even though we all saw Him smirk when He pocketed our keys, the incognito auto suggestion means we never discerned His features. This incidentally alongside rahypnol and other date rape drugs (not necessary for sissies btw) was highly illegal outside of Femtopia or the FLT Hotwife scene, and being found in possession of these, would mean a very lengthy prison sentence.
After the drivers had all finished the sissy was pushed back on the seat and secured in place. And the Men carried on with their coffee and food, enjoying their rest stop. We waiting muffled and helpless listening to the sounds of their voices and casual laughter, but never able to make out even a single word they were saying unless they intended us to hear. I thought I could hear the muffled sobs of the sissy too, after all she most likely was sobbing in the darkness of her hood, but couldn’t be quite sure. We could all feel and smell the humid sticky heat and smell of her rape though, in the stuffy limo.
It wasn’t that long a drive to the hotel after the drivers break. But it felt like a long time & it always felt
longer if you had sticky panties. Like the poor made would have. When we arrived in the servants area the driver steered us into the discipline room, that was also the Misses relaxation room and unhooding & uncuffing us left us facing the wall in curtsy cuffs. Curiously I think we all saw Him hand over the bunches of chastity keys to the Miss, but none of us could see who had the stick apron. Facing the wall so closely everything was completely out of focus anyway.
“Stand straight maids noses to wall prettily.” The Miss told us.
She meant of course nose, tips of your nipples, chastity button and toes in a straight line to the wall. I couldn’t tell how many of us there was either as sissies cant count anything properly over two, well one thing really without getting confused, but there seemed like more than a few.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
The Misses seemed to be enjoying coffee and chatting, I could tell the patio doors to the lower level of the pool were open because the very faint traces of the breeze kept just about reaching us stood facing the wall. It was most likely still morning and most of the chambermaids would be busy cleaning, some would be hand washing the Ladies underwear and panties in the laundry rooms, that was nearly always one of my daily chores too. And other chambermaids were busy hurrying round, harried by the occasional Miss with a hurry crop or the thin springy cane, that served the same purpose but slightly more stingingly, preparing for the guests to have lunch before the afternoons got started.
This was busy season for the hotels and there were always lots of couples from other Femtopia’s, or new
couples or Ladies keen to experience and sample the delights of having sissymaids at their every beck and call, having their slightest whim catered for so obediently, by the pretty always smiling maids, was such good marketing for the FLR lifestyle. And if the occasion called for it the Lady could have Her boyfriend or lover spank you in front of Her. This was nearly always very arousing for the Lady and Her lover as you would often be sent out of the room while they had sex after your spanking, being called back to change the sheets and bring Her fresh underwear afterwards.
Busy season was when the hotels nearly exceeded the maximum visitor capacity, and had to open the extra wings to accommodate all the guests. And that doesn’t include the day visitors. There were an awful lot of dominant Men who wanted to come and
sexually dominate and enjoy the ultra femme sissies, now that avenue was mostly closed with real Ladies. Along with social and financial liberation, even primacy most real Ladies no longer wanted to be submissive, except occasionally for play in the bedroom, and most expected sex & orgasms on their terms. But in Femtopia the gelded sissies with their tiny pink chastity buttons, barely there at all. Were almost perfect to fulfill that role. Obedient and submissive sextoys.
The male visitors who came as mainly vanilla, but dominant or sex thrill seekers would often get a taste
for these pleasures and come back again and again, and create their own gated communities where they could own and enjoy sissies. However these maledom zones were also under the legislative umbrella of the Femtopia’s. women who had seized control of this niche were reluctant to ceded control. And the Men who wanted to indulge were led by their cocks so easily manipulated.
What wasn’t so well publicized was that some of the would be dominant Men would find themselves feeling not or not wanting to be so dominant and on returning to outside Femtopia would furtively seek to return as sissies themselves. Or be told by their lover to return to Femtopia. For example in couples sometimes a lover might not be very enthusiastic about spanking a sissy, and although we sissies are not allowed to speculate, something is triggered that will lead to him being eventually lured into panties.
What is rather amusing for the superiors and even the sissies sometimes giggle about it, is that the would be sissies even though they have seen it themselves, seem not to realize what they are letting themselves in for.
And it is said that most men are very weak willed and once they are led by their desires so very easy to manipulate.
In the hotels we all find out about each others stories through gossiping and in truth there isn’t very much variation. An adulterous husband with a small or unsatisfying member, a bored wife, a cuckolded husband tricked into chastity, a light interest in Femdom, excessive masturbation and caught
by partner, a curious interest in feminization and sissies, online chat rooms leading to sissification, a dominant Lady taking an interest in a suitable young man. The sissies would whisper their stories and it would spread like wildfire, with the salacious details getting more exciting and scandalous with each telling. Until going full circle and the origin of the tale now not knowing what was quite true or an exaggeration. Recollections s do get very hazy and confusing for us all and we get very easily over emotional and excited to try to be rational about them.
The visitors had to be on their best behaviour, no loutish or roughness was tolerated. Just because the sissies were available to be dominated, and sexually enjoyed, punished if they were in any way displeasing or unsatisfactory. Did not mean the Men could in any way bully or use physical violence against the sissies. (Apart from spanking or the tawse, strictly on the bottom or the rear of the upper thighs.) the Men had to be gentlemen, dominant forceful, but gentlemen.
All visitors had to pass stringent medical tests before their visit and spot hygiene inspections, on the way in. Many would be visitors were denied entrance at the border because of too casual clothing, or attitudes. If boisterous Men wanted to indulge in stag party like behaviour that was to be done elsewhere, outside Femtopia where sissies could be provided under the strict supervision of the sissy pimps with everything recorded for safety (and occasionally blackmail) reasons.
It was all rather genteel and classy on the surface, except when sissies were taken into private rooms,
and/or in the Men’s lounges where afternoon drinks were served with BJ’s.
When the worlds economy had shifted due to AI and automation, attitudes had shifted radically too. What people indulged in sexually was largely their own business, and backward attitudes were frozen out, by prosperity. There was a gentle but discernable shift towards less confrontational and female centric future. Which in truth was secretly being steered by AI programmed by the FLR lobby. When AI had started to get out of control threatening to consume ever increasing amounts of resources. A cabal of influential, largely lesbian, but not exclusively so, programmers and investors had gotten together and taking control made AI reprogram itself cleverly, dramatically reducing is environmental footprint, to barely there but now could be embedded everywhere. At first this was purely commercial but it the other possibilities were soon very apparent and much more tempting. This had made the invisible clique
fantastically rich and influential. And any suspicions raised laughingly dismissed as conspiracy theories.
All that aside the Femtopia’s were always exceedingly busy at peak times. There was also an earlier peak period that was less well know except to people in the know. This was when many Dominant Ladies, persuaded, cajoled or tricked their sissies who may have previously enjoyed light domination and chastity play to visit Femtopia. Or unsatisfied, bored or even manipulative women got their revenge on unwanted, boring, selfish, unsatisfying partners by sending them to Femtopia, often with the unwitting unsuspected men thinking, they will be enjoying a vacation and fringe benefits from the sissies while their wives and girlfriends indulged them. Or Men who had been caught out by their wives or caught on compromising cams were sent to Femtopia thinking it would be a temporary visit before all was forgiven. All was forgotten when they were put in chastity feminized and sissified, but not forgiven, that didn’t matter for them anyhow now.
There are also in increasing number of curious would be sissies who come on these trips on their own
volition. The last choice they will not have imposed on them. Especially after experiencing perhaps a real life experience, or more commonly being trained or groomed (age appropriately) by the online programs, not illegal for sissification. In fact not only not illegal but not even socially accepted. Most people regard sissies as deservedly getting what they wished for.
This season was usually four to six weeks before the main season. Giving Femtopia plenty of time to process the new sissies, spending 2 weeks or slightly longer sometimes in hospital undergoing intense hormonal and estrogen treatments so they would be very passable (for beginners) as petite pretty sissies. Then another couple of weeks of very intense domestic and sexual training, under strict Masters and very strict Misses, before being sent out to serve in the hotels proper. The cost of the hormones and treatments will be recovered within the first month of service. And the hotel will make a healthy profit either
from the sale of unowned sissies, or the commission on selling those already owned, but unwanted for personal service, shared with Femtopia’s administration along with any assets that are confiscated (sexually redistributed/appropriated) from the sissies, who being in service are not permitted to own anything. This might seem like a rather short turn around but it is a profound one, for the sissies and desirable to make a healthy profit for the hotels.
It is rather enjoyable for the Ladies watching the unsuspected sissies arrive. It is always by coach which seems rather anachronistic as the Femtopia's are mostly such a short drive, from the nearby cities. And when they cross the border, any Ladies and Real Men on the coaches are escorted to the waiting limo service. The foolish sissies had all been provided with complimentary drinks before the coach departed, with the staff making sure that everyone partake in the rather delicious drink. Only a tiny sip would be enough but it was rather moreish, so nearly all the sissies drank up, not
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noticing that the ladies and rather hunky men who accompanied some of the ladies declined the free drink. And after the short drive all were now desperate to disembark and use the loo’s. But instead now several border guards, dressed for the occasion in severe leather skirts or jodhpurs and biker jackets, sitting besides each sissy, the auto conditioning making sissy already submissive and obedient to female authority. She might press her finger to the sissies lips to shush the poor confused thing, while the guard confiscates The sissies passport and other documents, in a perfunctory and dismissive manner. The confusion on their faces is so sweet.
When they file off the coach the sissies see all the documentation of their former lives in a refuse bin at the side of the garage. This is not strictly necessary as the sissies have already unknowingly surrendered their former lives and freedoms when they clicked to accept the terms and conditions of their stay, passing the border just finalizes this. The border that is so easy for Ladies and Real Men,
vanilla or otherwise to cross, without a second thought. Is so obdurate and final now for the sissies. Taking their passports is just a little bit of fun for the guards and the Real Men and dominant Ladies to watch. Sometimes if a potential sissy agrees to come to Femtopia on a ‘vacation’ clicking accept but then changing her mind afterwards. She might find herself visited in the night or accosted by big strong men with chloroform, and taken to the border to the inescapable fate s/he though s/he wished for, but was too frightened to follow up on, that decision has now been removed from her. Technically this was semi legal at best, but as long as you weren’t caught in the act, no-one troubles themselves much what trouble sissies have gotten themselves into. And even being caught in the act taking a bound gagged sissy to the border, on several occasions female police officers with a domineering streak have been found to be taking part in these ‘acquisitions’. If there are any repercussions it is often merely a smirking reprimand.
The auto conditioning has already rendered the sissies submissive and meekly pliable, so they just keep
moving as they are told. Most of them still look like men, albeit inferior men. Already seemingly no longer occupying the space around them like arrogant Men often do. But mincing about cringing somewhat prettily already. It can be briefly amusing to see a man prance about like this, but much better to quickly pantie him, or now her.
Still confused and distressed as they are taken first to the hotel to be processed and tagged, then to the hospital to begin the intensive induction treatments. Being tagged gives the sissies a brief sense of false
hope, as the ID tag is literally attached around their flaccid cocklets. The drink has stealthily dosed, or jimmied the sissies keep them all soft. The drink incidentally was their former partners pee, if available, or donated female pee, and it only auto suggestion that made it seem so delicious and irresistible. Incidentally this is only ever female pee, the joke being that this best way for a sissy to ingest estrogen. And the sissies realize this as their lips and tongues suddenly feel rather thick and sticky, as they file of the coach now desperate too pee themselves.
As well as this summer induction there is also a regular induction as lots of unsatisfying men are persuaded or sent to Femtopia, all year round.
The Misses seemed to be taking longer than usual today, or did it just feel longer each time anyway, somewhere just outside the room we heard a sharp crack and a squeal of pain, then another following crack and a sobbed squeal.
“Hurry up sissy, there are Real Men waiting for service.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” The sobbing obsequious high pitched reply.
I could visualize the sissy mincing quickly prettily with rapid short steps, her legs almost straight, her feet scarcely leaving the ground, back straight, bowed head turned to the left, arms at her sides, fingertips clutching the hem of her skirt and palms out at a forty-five degree angle, more of a dancer’s motion than any attempt at a true run. Where would she, or any of run to anyway on the short hobble strap, tottering on those very high platform boots, plugged and penetrated.
Someone came into the room behind us and sat down, I was acutely aware of another stream of cigarette smoke joining the existing streams
There some inquisitive laughter from the other Ladies in the room.
“What was all that about Tanya (we of course just heard Miss), its early yet.”
A rather indolent sounding yawn from another woman behind “Waking me up, I was just dozing off there.”
“Oh nothing much, just a cute ass, too cute to go un-caned.”
More laughter “Meanie, meenie.”
They of course didn’t see themselves as being mean, just strict and affectionate too, after all it was for our own good.
“Its always entertaining to see sissies hurry, and to hurry them up.”
“Always.” The other Miss laughed lazily Followed by another yawn
“Coffee sissy.” Another sissy behind us was told.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Do hurry sissy don’t keep me waiting.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And me too sissy, is that coffee still fresh.” She had only just brought I for the other two women.
“Yes Miss, it is Miss thank You Miss.”
“Go and fetch a fresh pot anyway maid.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“What have we here?” the new Miss asked looking at us.
We did not dare reply, the question was directed at the other Misses.
“Oh we’ll get them processed shortly, I fancy a quick dip in the pool first, before it gets busy.”
“Oh good idea, I am still recovering from last night.”
“Oh was He good.”
“Oh very good, maybe a keeper, at least for a few weeks.”
The Misses were not really supposed to sleep with the guests but sometimes did if they took a fancy to a
particular man.
“No skinny dipping again it will get the sissies too excited in their teeny chastity .” One of the Misses laughed.
The Misses liked to sit round the pool at night after everything had died down and sometimes went skinny dipping, or went down to the beach in the nude.
“As if I should care how hot and bothered sissies get themselves.” Was the laughing retort.
We heard footsteps and a splash, followed by a second splash. Then the clicking, tip tap of the platform heels maids boots.
“Oh give me a fresh cup then wait there with the coffee, maid.” The remaining Miss said.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Or better still get ready to hurry and fetch a fresh pot, when the others return.”
“Oh yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
There were some wet footsteps and chatter.
The Miss who hadn’t gone swimming whispered rather considerately to the maid with the coffee.
“Hurry and fetch a fresh pot now.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Oh that feels good, pat there, and there aren’t you lucky drying my lovely bottom sissy.”
Another maid must be on her knees drying the Ladies with soft towels
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“You may kiss my bottom, just one peck on each cheek.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“But don’t too excited in your teeny chastity.” She said teasingly, but mainly directed at the other two women, who laughed.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Coffee now sissy.” The other maid was told
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Oh yes that’s nice and fresh, good girl.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“You may turn round maids.” We were told
We all curtsied before turning round “Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We chorused together before curtsying again.
The three Misses looked us over critically.
“What sweet little voices, a dawn chorus of eager submission.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
Fresh chambermaids uniforms and underwear were handed out, by one of the existing chambermaids.
They were very cute and short, but then again our home uniforms were short and sweet too. In fact although every time we were given (told to wear) a new item of clothing uniform, we were told how much shorter and exciting (especially for the male gaze) it was to wear, in reality there wasn’t any shorter, skimpier or more revealing that the uniforms could go without being just underwear. And the Men did like to see a little bit hidden if only to move it aside or remove it from us, for sex. And Miss and the other Ladies did prefer a modicum of decorum and modesty, if cute and sweet too as we served them. But the auto suggestion made us gasp each time anyway. The uniforms whilst mostly all the same had subtly different detail, a lace frill here or there, maybe a
flouncy panel of organza, over the wet look satin. Trivial but pretty differences that sissymaids would get very upset and jealous about, in Femtopia chastity maids obsessed with lacy details and looking pretty while real Ladies concerned themselves with much more important matters.
The underwear was particularly lovely , cream with a pastel pink shimmer effect. Maids usually wear ivory cream panties and petticoats. Miss liked ivory chemises and panties too sometimes, but Hers was expensive luxury silk and ours was sissy satin. The almost ephemeral glimmer was very lovely, we all gasped and goshed at the effect, the Misses watched us amused for a few moments before telling us to hurry up. All these effects were very exciting adding to the effect of the glossy double sided satin, that felt so slippery and maddeningly distracting, that we wore. I had seen this shimmer effect before
when Miss had been browsing one of the sissy clothing magazines and had shown me. And Miss did purchase us all some new underwear like this when we returned home, as a little reward or treat. Although that was more for Master benefit I suppose. But we all did love wearing it for Him.
One of the maids, and it was lucy, was stopped “Oh what a slimy mess, what have you been doing sissy ?.” Her panties and apron were soaked and thick with slimy cum
She must have been the maid used, abused by the drivers on the way here, she was blushing terribly. Poor lucy, but even so I found myself quite furiously jealous, even though we all feared the bulls and their thick cocks.
“Oh never mind I’m sure you will be much stickier later.” The Miss said before lucy could reply
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“You all will be, and glad too, won’t you sissies.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Isn’t it wonderful pleasing all those nice ‘firm’ Real Men .” She overemphasized the firm, so we knew exactly what She meant. “Those nice strict Masters.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Wonderful for them of course.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
There were fresh chastity buttons and plugs too. The hotel liked to keep all the maids in pink devices, but the phallic plugs were thick and dark skinned. They always told us they were smaller buttons and thicker plugs and the auto suggestion made it seem very much so. But in truth it wasn’t really possible for them to be teenier or bigger, thicker, respectively.
Even so I wiggled my bottom on the thick shaft penetrating me so fully and thoroughly. Feeling the huge virtual balls at the base, by design we never quite sure if the massively swollen virtual balls were in front of my anus or behind me. As if I was
being penetrated face down or face up so to speak. The massive cock felt so incredibly slick and slippery too, even though it was at the same time so impossibly big and thick and felt like it splitting my ass with every panting breath, so it seemed, but like it might slurp out at any moment, but it never did, or could thankfully. I must have gulped softly, because I felt myself blushing and smoothing my apron down anxiously, under the critical amused gaze of Miss.
“Feeling a little full sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Oh never mind sissy. I’m sure we can find you a nice strong ‘firm’ Master to fill you up properly.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Did your Mistresses or Masters toilet you last night, sissies ?”
“Oh yes Miss, yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We chorused.
“Yes Miss, please Miss, I didn’t get to go last night Miss, Mistress was busy on the phone with Her friend, thank You Miss.” One of the sissies said anxiously, I could almost feel Her squirming and hopping, from toe to toe.
“Oh dear, you didn’t get to pee, pee at all.” Miss said with false sympathy.
“No Miss, not at
all Miss, Yes Miss, thank You
Another feature of the auto suggestion when maids were together a gaggle or bevy of maids, was that one of us would always inadvertently blurt out something silly, no matter how many times this had rebounded on us before. And as it was blurted we would all feel appalled at how inferior and inane She was to even think of such a thing let alone utter it in the presence of a Mistress or Master. And also how inferior and silly we all were, wishing desperately it could somehow be unsaid or unheard.
“Well I’m sure your Mistresses phone chat was much more important than a little discomfort for you sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And I’m sure you can all wait till enema time tonight, cant you sissies.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Unless I and the other Misses are busy with something or other.” She laughed.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
In actual fact the hotel used the new toileting auto suggestion, that Master and Miss also used so that we never felt like we were empty, and always felt so hot and squirmy for Masters roving hands or cock, when He penetrated us. It was very fashionable at the moment.
Even so being told that you were not being allowed to go, made it feel much, much more throbbingly, achingly intense and humiliating especially when you had to curtsy and thank Miss
for their decision.
“Oh hold that thought for a moment sissies, a little too much coffee.” She giggled hopping of the chair and going to the loo. When She came back She had a large wine glass full of yellowish warm frothy pee.
“And here’s a little treat for you sissy.” She said handing the sissy the almost brimming glass. “A top up for you.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
We could all see the pee was rather thick, and would taste strongly, because Miss like a lot of Ladies here did enjoy a lot of deliciously strong coffee, in the mornings. Not that the strong taste and smell of the Her pee for sissy was of any concern to Miss.
“Drink up sissy, bottoms up.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
On the couch one of the other Misses giggled whispering to the other “Meanie.”
The Miss smiled, ever so sweetly “And just think how hot and squirmy you will be for all the Masters.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Wont that be lovely.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“For them of course.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
There was still some visibly thick residue coating the inside of the glass. Miss wiped Her finger inside and presented it to the sissy to lick clean from Her finger.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Suck sweetly sissy, and you may look up, just for a moment.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Eyes down now sissy, sissies.” She instructed withdrawing Her finger.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“We have a lovely treat for you all these next few weeks, chambermaids.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Well I suppose it is more of a treat for your Masters.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“But that is the best sort of reward & treat for chastity sissies, isn’t it maids ?.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
Miss lined us all up facing the mirror so we could all see how pretty we looked, and momentarily imagine how good it must feel to be one of the Masters, or Mistresses seeing us all so fervently eager to look pretty and to please Him or Her. That hot desperate moment when you remember rushing home to masturbate only to ruin it because you are
too excited, leaving just a sloppy disappointing mess, which is way more that you ever deserved anyway. Then instantly snapping back to seeing yourself as you are just one of the maids or slavegirls in Masters bevy or harem of maids for His pleasure. That He may snap His fingers for pleasure, or punishment, or simply dismiss back to your chores as is His, and His decision.
She explained how the hotel had just taken a new intake of fresh maids and most of them were intended for male ownership. And that consequently there were lots of Masters in the hotel to peruse the maids and pre enjoy or sample their service.
And was that lovely for us because the Masters would be especially strict, with all the chambermaids. And all the chambermaids would strive especially enviously to be chosen by and serve the Masters, so fervently and lovingly, looking up at the Masters with awe and admiration at their dominant forceful maleness. The Misses for their part had implemented a new autosuggestion that would make us all that much more competitive and jealous of each other and eager to serve and please the Masters. Actually it was just a notch up on the way we all felt always anyway. It was the same feeling when Master returned home and we all lined up squirming desperate with jealously hoping to be the one chosen for His afternoon fellatio. If He chose one of us at all. But that total hot need to serve Him, dialed up massively all the time for the guests.
Of course that will make us that much more intensely petty and spiteful with each other, as slavegirls
and sissymaids always are for Masters attention. Wouldn’t that be enjoyable for the Masters ? and aren’t we glad for that to be so ? we were asked rhetorically of course. There was no need for a reply but we all curtsied.
“Yes Miss, thank
You
And so much more for the Misses approval too, running and telling tales on each other, like sissies and slavegirls always are. Frustrated trivial, mean and spiteful, squabbling for any tiny scrap of power, that sissies should never be allowed to have. For that tiny feeling of petty feminine vengeance! or triumph, when another maid is in trouble, has been found displeasing. But then you are told you will be punished too for being unkind and unfeminine, telling tales. Even though we are told we must always run to a superior if another maid is being naughty. Only to see that cold supercilious look, that says ‘why on earth are you bothering me with this silliness’ as you are informed you will be caned too.
“Oh but don’t worry, pretty maids, we will make sure to keep you under perfect discipline and control.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We whispered frightened
“These new springy canes are quite perfect for that. And so satisfying too.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
The tiny cry of feeble humiliated rage, holding our hands balled into feeble fists, or even stamping your feet in frustration at the unfairness of it all. In our heads of course, never daring to demur.
“That will help your new sisters excel and find nice strict Masters to take them home wont it.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“We will make a nice dividend on the service and their eventual sales, the happier the Masters are, with them and with you.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And you never know one or two of the Masters might be so pleased with your service that He decides to make a very generous offer to your Mistress, one that She might find difficult to resist.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Or amusing to accept.” She continued only half teasingly.
“And wouldn’t that be a lovely and fitting reward for obedient, submissive maids, being owned by a strict Master, kept in total chastity by Him, and kept under perfect discipline, to serve His pleasure?”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Although the reward would be His enjoyment of course.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“He will insist on that reward and its perfection wont He maids ?”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“And aren’t you glad that is so.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
She however insisted that we all curtsy and kiss, telling each other how much we wanted to suck a Masters cock, (in polite sissy terms of course) to swallow His thick manly cum and thank Him with sticky slimy lips. How we hoped and wished He
would be as strict with the other maid as you hoped He would be strict with yourself.
“Oh look at you all, all so excited.” She laughed teasingly
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Think how lovely you will look for the Masters when I send you out to serve. Leading by your bouncy breasts, tottering into the room, I’m sure they wont be able to keep their hands off you for very long.”
Just the mental image, of the Masters cocks bulging & stiffen in their pants, made us squirm in vulnerable helpless fright on our plugs, wanting to run away and hide, but also to look up at Master fluttering your eyelashes prettily, squirming and squidging with desperate hot need for His command, His touch. And we so wanted to be good girls, even if it meant we would be spanked first, and of course we would be, and very firmly too.
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“You may all run along to your cleaning and housework now, until after lunch (for the guests not us), with the other chambermaids.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“And after lunch you will all go round to the Masters in turn and introduce yourselves offering to serve.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Though doubtless some of the Masters may see you performing your maids duties and decide to interrupt you this morning too.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Real Men can be so impatient, rather boorish, with sissies sometimes.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“But it so sweet to see you so eager to satisfy that impatience, and Real Men can be quite insatiable, cant they maids.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
And aren’t you glad to be kept in chastity to please and placate a Real Mans urges and demands.”
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
“Rather than be allowed to touch yourselves.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
We were hurried out to our duties. Each of us mincing and tottering prettily as sissies should with tiny
steps, controlled by the hobble straps, hands at side in curtsy cuffs with fingertips outwards , head down and to one side. We had to curtsy and almost whisper, so as to be self effacing ‘Good morning Miss, or Sir, thank You
dusting, cleaning, polishing the many side tables, the ornaments picture frames and mirrors. Another pair of maids were hurrying about with an armful of fresh flowers going to each vase and refreshing the contents and also collecting the fallen petals for scented bowls. It was very busy and the hallways always seemed endless. Once you finished one there was always another and another to hurry to. During this duty we were not usually expected to pause and curtsy to the guests as they passed, although occasionally a guest would stop, as if to inspect us and you would have to pause and curtsy then, before returning to your chores. In that respect it was not like at home. Where every time Miss or Master, or one of the guest passed you. You had to immediately pause, curtsy and say in a low deferential voice ‘Thank You Miss (or Master)’ curtsy again and turn quickly back to the housework. Again usually disregarded by Miss or Master.
There were also some maids on the tiled veranda or patio outside, working under parasols, not for their
comfort, as it was to keep the guests in the shade, but so as not to ruin a maids creamy blushing complexion. They were all kneeling on all fours scrubbing the tiled floor with small brushes, then polishing the tiles to a high gloss, with small satin cloths, actually they were sissy panties and although the polishing had to be done perfectly, there must be no damage to the panties either. They were kneeling on small heart shaped cushions. The same ‘love’ cushions we used when performing chores on our knees, or much more excitingly oral, intimate services for Master or
It was like the slavegirls in the stories working nude, perhaps just in their tiny mouth veils, on all fours swing their pretty bottoms as they worked. Their lovely clitoral bell, and tiny ownership coin, hanging from that most intimate piercing, hanging underneath behind them, ringing out sweetly. The girls might also be in cuffs and working the brushes in their mouths, but still working as sweetly and obediently. The bells must ring out in sync, not a cacophony, and the sweet ringing is call for their Masters use. Like the Misses, the Masters in the stories often do not resist a swinging lash with the crop as they walk past. The smell of sex and fear is quite delicious after that. With the slaves, in fright, working as hard as they can, not to be the one to be lashed, and aching hotly for their Masters touch, and the Master free to choose or not to choose at His leisure.
Sometimes but not that often, one of the passing impatient Men would stop and fondle you. Completely
in your personal space, maybe pressing His firming cock again your body, between your bottom as you worked. And very occasionally you might be told to kneel and suck Him there and then. But that was considered rather vulgar, and discouraged, after He had finished you would be punished by one of the Misses, after She had collected the tips of course.
Judging by the maids rushing back and forth from the kitchens, with breakfast & brunch platters and plates, it looked to be still mid to late morning so we hurried on with the cleaning. Every so often one of the Misses would stroll past and incentivize us by applying the cane to one of the maids thighs. We all would hurry after hearing the swish of the crop and the squeals of shock and pain. The half sobbed choking with fright ‘Yes Miss, thank You Miss.’. We all would feel that damp wet fear between our thighs and hurry, breathlessly.
This was all to encourage the erotically charged atmosphere, of sex and fear. And would often arouse the Misses and sometimes enormously so. You might be able to smell the Misses arousal, mingling with the smell of Her perfume, the smell of Her leather skirt. Could sometimes hear a tiny truly feminine wet squelch, the huskiness in Her voice, all of which was ever so exciting to sissies in chastity.
I heard one Miss commenting casually to another how She was literally sopping, and couldn’t wait to go home to Her own sissies tongue, or to the rest room to masturbate. Or to find one of the chambermaids available to the Ladies, for a pegging. I have heard that if there are sissies available for the female guests the Misses often enjoy group pegging sessions. They are not supposed to really, as the sissies are for the guests, but was an acceptable perk. Once or twice I had been called to bring the Misses drinks in these sessions and to clean up if the sissy was still bound over the bench, they (the Misses) not having finished with her just yet , the room reeking of sex, and the arousal of the Misses. Sometimes I had to kneel, licking and sucking the strap ons clean while the Misses were still wearing the overly large phalluses, they (the Misses)smoking and laughing with each other.
Then it must have been lunchtime because there were lots of guests heading to the restaurant and the
restaurant veranda. And lots of delicious clashing aromas from the rich food. I was rather hungry but I supposed we wouldn’t be fed until evening time when we had a couple of triangles of a salad sandwich each. Just half a sandwich really with the crusts removed, and either very weak milky lukewarm tea, or sometimes glasses of pee from the Misses and the guests. We always had to watch our dainty figures so it was worth it to be pretty for the guests pleasure.
In actual fact our diets were so very carefully calorie controlled and augmented, that just the superiors could eat and drink as much rich food as they wanted, it was all made nutritious and healthy by chemical manipulation. There was no need for our stringent diets but the effect was as much psychological as it was physical. Just as in the past woman had to self impose restrictive diets suffering for the approval of Men, sissies being the inferior subordinate sex must always strive to look pretty for our owners. The diets mean there is barely any, or no fecal matter too, everything is absorbed.
I had wondered about the fattening effects of all that cum and once after Mistress had a few guests round and I had served all the men orally and anally , I think it was 4 or 5. but I was more worried about the oral and if all that cum would be fattening. Mistress had laughed and told me not to be so silly
“Good girls always swallow obediently, and never spit.” She told me.
“Yes Mistress thank You Mistress.”
“And when a Real Man cums, a sissy says thank You, Sir or thank You Master.”
“Yes Mistress thank You Mistress.”
“With a submissive curtsy for Him.”
“Yes Mistress thank You Mistress.”
“Just like when I cum you hurry off to wash my panties gratefully.”
“Yes Mistress thank You Mistress.”
It all seemed very pleasant for the guests either inside with the breeze from the intelligent AC, and the
wide open patio window. Or partially shading under the parasols, enjoying the sun. There was also quite a few guests heading up from the semi private beach coming up for lunch too. It was very nice for us sissies to see all the Lady guests. We really Miss our Mistresses when we are boarded at the hotels. And it is lovely to see and serve the Ladies, even if only domestically. The Misses also provide that level of female dominance, but serving the Mistresses, seems that much homely. For that reason I also love being chosen for the pantie laundry duties in the mornings. Even though there is distinct sub theme to this duty, with the Masters coming in to enjoy our bottoms faces pushed down onto the piles of panties. You never knew who might be chosen, or left alone. Made to continue working away as if nothing was happening, while the poor made was raped, moaning and protesting into Her pantie gag. It was very horrid, but also had a certain thrill to it too, wondering, and secretly hoping, if it was your turn next. The Misses would come in to use the window area of the laundry room to sit and drink coffee, smoking watching us work and be bent over for penetration. The windows were only open if they were there, if not the small room was very stuffy with intimate smells.
Some of the Ladies coming up from the beach had quite lovely one pieces or bikini sets, some in just the briefs with floaty, filmy beach blouses, that teased more than the fabric obscured. And some of the Men, just in trunks and loose shirts, and sunglasses were rather hunky too, I couldn’t help but notice. In fact I think all the maids were getting rather excited seeing all the guests.
I had been paired with a new maid for the morning chores and she had only finished training the previous week. She had been snipped (hormonally gelded) and the hormones had already made her pretty and feminine, very petite. She was rather distressed by her new budding breasts, they were so big and prominent, she whispered to me. We were not allowed to discuss the gelding or chastity with each other, ever btw. They weren’t really that big yet, they never get excessively big, but always feel so bouncy and prominent, and hers still had a little way to go. I told her that her new Master would very likely enjoy a breast massage, as part of fellatio, and wasn’t she pleased to give Him so much pleasure. The poor thing had blushed so sweetly, for a second that I wanted to receive a tit-jerk from Her so badly, I had to squeeze my legs tightly together for a moment.
Its surprising how much gossip you can whisper, while you are hurrying with your chores. But sissies
are very feminine and open with each other telling each other our stores. S/he had been caught by his wife masturbating to anal porn. Actually several times anal and oral mainly. But She (his wife) had finally had enough especially as his manhood was too small to satisfy Her. She had secretly arranged for a special trip to Femtopia, as a special present for him, he had thought he was going to enjoy the sissies, until he realized what she (his wife) had tricked him into signing up for. It was too late now and s/he would be getting lots of anal and oral from now on. She was very submissive now, but still frightened of punishment rather than being keen to please, but that would soon meld into the same thing. The hormone treatments especially the intensive treatment works very quickly. Did she know she was to be sold to a Master, I wasn’t sure, but she knew she had to please the Men in the hotel for all she was worth, and would be punished if she found to be displeasing in any way, as we all did during our stay.
As lunch was winding down we were allowed to freshen our make and perfume then were sent to the main lounges. The new arrivals like myself had to go to all the guests and introduce ourselves, curtsying and asking if we could fetch them anything to drink and by offering our services. The Masters could read the name tags on our lacy maids collars but we couldn’t, we didn’t hear the name anymore, just ‘sissy’ or ‘maid’, ‘chambermaid’, but somehow we always knew it was us being called, if we were called. Sometimes the new arrivals if it coincided with the new arrival of lots of guests. We would take round drinks on our silver trays to offer to the guests. They were liqueurs, designed to relax the Men and make them firm. And also used after sex to enhance the post orgasm glow for the Masters. Mostly the Men preferred their own choice of drink though, and were firm enough, from anticipation. It was pretty rare for a maid not to be chosen by the first or second Master she curtsied too.
I could hear on of the maids already being spanked as I curtsied to the Master who had so casually patted my bottom and sent me to fetch Him a drink while He considered me. He seemed so very big and looming, but they always did and His cologne was very masculine. He had pulled me close so I could feel His bulge against my bottom, and now had lowered my panties slightly, as His fingers slipped inside. The Masters always liked to feel or squeeze your chastity button, no matter how small and virtually not there it was now. It was almost a if they wanted to reassure themselves that we were properly securely locked and it wasn’t gay, even though we were ultra effeminine & feminized in our pretty French maids uniforms. Inversely, and very much by design, this made me and sissies feel very sissy-gay, being so rudely examined with His big rather coarse hands. He slipped His big hands under my dress to feel my breasts, and flip my belled nipple chain. It did feel ever so shameful and humiliated, He was so big and powerful. All the Masters here felt so physically intimidating, so much stronger and intelligent than me, I felt so inferior and submissive.
He cupped my bottom again then slapped it hard telling me to fetch Him another drink, and to be quick about it.
“Yes Master, thank You Master I whimpered.” Glancing round I saw one of the Misses smirking approvingly.
I was so needy to please Him now, rather to be found pleasing by Him. I was panting short excited gasps, nearly orgasmic.
When I returned He put me in the sex cuffs and over His lap for a hard spanking. For being so obviously excited and needy, to serve Him, rather than wanting to please Him for His pleasure only.
It was true. At home Master hadn’t chosen me for days, it was only three days, and He had chosen me
for the two previous days. And Miss had queened me at least once in the morning too. Being a sissy in household with lots of maids there is often just day after day of chores and housework (actually that is every day anyway), punishments and jealousy too. In fact even when I was owned exclusively by Mistress, I was often alone and miserable with need when She was out with Her lovers or had Her lovers in Her bed. It was perfectly acceptable, indeed desirable for sissies to wait helpless with desire and need for even a scrap of attention let alone sexual service.
He spanked me hard and I deserved it. He spanked me just for His enjoyment, but I knew I deserved His correction. And when He was finished, He was rock hard as He opened His pants.
I gasped in fright at the size of Him the pronounced veins and swollen rather red glans. His cock towered over me as I kissed and licked His shaft and then His balls in turn and His shaft again. Telling Him how big and magnificent He was how, how manly He smelt and tasted. He seemed to get harder and bigger with every kiss every whisper of devoted praise for His manhood. I was rather in rapture with pathetic servile adulation, but it wasn’t sycophancy on my part. Sissies love and worship a free mans cock. I know every vein and detail on Masters lovely cock, and every fold and contour of Misses hot wet throbbing clitoris.
But the more I kissed Him the more fearful I was of how big He was how I would gag and splutter on His size. How He would just push deeper and deeper for His enjoyment. And sissies must always deep throat a Real Man. And how I would choke on His thick cum waiting for His permission to swallow and thank Him. And if He wanted to take me to one of the private side rooms, which they nearly always did, how thick He would feel as He split my bottom, how helplessly I would twist impaled on, by Him.
He nodded His assent for me to begin sucking Him. And as I bobbed my head on Him letting His hardness spread and part my lips slowly but firmly, He snapped His fingers at a passing maid to fetch Him another drink. It was the maid I had been working with before, and already I could tell She was mincing and twisting on her plug tenderly having just been into the private rooms with a Master.
When She returned I heard Him dismiss Her, and Her whisper ‘Thank You Master’ with curtsy. Just as He spurted precum into my mouth and face. Even His precum was so much thicker and had more volume than anything a sissy had ever produced, even before chastity.
I looked up both happy to be pleasing Him and frightened, was He dissatisfied was I going too quickly, too eagerly, would I be spanked again, or sent away.
“Thank You Master, is sissy pleasing You Master.”
“Shush sissy and swallow and continue.” He told me His voice was husky, and not giving me any chance to reply He thrust deep into my mouth.
Later after He had filled my mouth and ass with His thick slimy cum, I was licking Him clean on my knees. Wondering how it would feel to be owned by Him, to be kept under His strict discipline. To feel His tawse or crop. If He might decide to buy one of the new sissies, or put in an offer for one of us.
“Thank You for keeping sissy in chastity so she may please You Master.” I whispered, quite desperate to cling to Him to cling to this moment of utter submission. Aching for Him to demand I please Him with my mouth again, or to sit on His lap clutching His strong arms or manly chest, just a few moments more.
But He was done with me “The pleasure was all mine sissy, eyes down sissy.” He told me pushing me away
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whimpered so needy, just for another moment with Him.
“Run along back to you little chores now maid.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I curtsied in tears
He slapped my bottom to hurry me out of the room. Sometimes they would leave you to clean the room
as they departed. Sometimes they might leave you in the sex stocks or strapped over the bench, until one of the Misses released you, to hurriedly clean up. But on this occasion another maid would come and clean the room, whilst one of the Misses took me to one of the rooms of shame to clean my uniform, fix my hair, my makeup, spray with cheap sissy perfume, ready for the next Real Man , to serve.
When I came out of the room of shame I saw Him laughing with some other Men, drinking bottles of cold beer, not even glancing in my direction, but why would, should He ?
I was called over to the mixed lounge by a couple. The Lady wanted chilled white wine while the Master wanted an expensive whisky. But She was heading to the spa and massage table while He ‘entertained’ himself with me.
“Do take care and look after Him sissy, He’s been frisky and impatient all morning, you know how a Real Man can be.” She paused and looked at me “Oh but I suppose a sissy like you doesn’t know, do you chastity maid.” She laughed, it wasn’t a question
“Yes Miss, no Miss thank You Miss.”
“Its Ms sissy.”
“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.” I curtsied.
“Do give her a good spanking for that little slip up, wont you John.” I didn’t hear the name just Sir.
He laughed.
I wondered if I might also be hand washing Her panties in the morning if they were staying for a couple of days.
She rose to leave and I curtsied again. He stood up too, to hurry me to the Men’s lounge and one of the private rooms. The rooms had all been used a couple of times each buy now, and even though they were cleaned from top to bottom, immaculate and gleaming for the superiors as they entered. As a sissy you could smell and taste the sex and fear in the air, even if did not register with the Master at all.
“Get across my lap now sissy.” He told me, He was rather impatient I thought excitedly, I didn’t dare giggle though, and was shamed by my thoughts.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered as He pulled, or rather yanked me over His knees and put me in the cuffs.
After my spanking I bobbed my head prettily as I sucked Him. And kept bobbing as another maid was called to bring Him another drink. I didn’t see who it was this time but I heard her squelch as she curtsied and was dismissed.
“Thank you Master.” I whispered through very sticky lips as I swallowed His thick cum “Thank you for keeping this maid in chastity so she may please You Master.”
“I haven’t finished with you yet maid.” He told me pushing me face down over the bench and pulling down my panties to gag me with.
“Yes Master, thank You Mas…..mphhh.” He stuffed the damp satin into my mouth.
Later after He had withdrawn His huge throbbing pulsing cock from my ass and had plugged me again, I was kissing, licking and sucking His still swollen cock clean. He had spurted a last splash of slimy cum in my face. I had looked up in awe of Him.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I had whispered hotly
“Eyes down sissy.” He told me
He was no longer impatient or frisky, but He was impatient with me now He was satisfied. And I was still desperately needy, as a sissy deserves to be serving a Real Man or Her Mistress.
“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered again.
He ignored me, then when He was clean He stood back and zipped up His trousers, and left the room. I was still in the cuffs so I waited still kneeling facing the wall, for one of the Misses to come and uncuff me. She would supervise me cleaning myself and the room, ready for the next guest and maid. The door had been left ajar and I could hear the hubbub outside. Occasionally one of the Men might find it amusing to come in and use a maid if she had been left, like this. Especially if she had been left gagged and blindfolded. He would enter the room, and enter her, use her without speaking, then leave again, without her knowing, who He was. He would still pay the fees and tips to the hotel of course.
But today the Miss came quickly and hurried me to clean the room. She saw how aroused I was and smiled allowing me to kiss Her bottom through Her leather skirt.
“I am really looking forward to getting home and sending my own sissymaid for my strap on sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
“Your trembling little ass would look very cute with you hurrying to fetch my strap on too sissy.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
She laughed amused at the high pitched squeak of my voice. “Hurry up sissy.” She told me
“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”
As She led me back into the main lounge goshed and gasped at how busy it was now. It is always very
busy at this time of the year, but it still feels so overwhelming. I was immediately called over by another man. He was black and looked very powerful too, not overly muscular like the bulls often are but very well built, like a football player. Oh I was already very frightened thinking how thick His cock would be. Black Men do scare sissies a lot, I think its auto suggestion, but it still feels so real, even though He was around the same build as Master, maybe ever so slightly bigger if truth be told.
I wondered if He was just a day tripper or one of the potential new owners. It didn’t matter in any, or either case, I would always try my very best to please a Real Man as much as I possibly could obediently and gratefully too. And if I didn’t I would deserve to be punished
“Do hurry sissy and be a good girl for Master.”
“Yes Miss, thank
You
Thank you for reading, curtsy xx
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