The Visitor

 

“White wine sissy.” The visiting very stern Lady told me sitting down with Mistress in the patio area near Mistresses pool.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied.

“Its Ms, thank you sissy.” She tsk-tsked

“Yes Ms, sissy is sorry Ms, thank You Ms.” I curtsied  squeaking with fright.

The Lady was called Ms Victoria Payne but I only ever heard Ms

“As well you should be, you would be fetching my cane for far less at my villa sissy.”

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”

“Oh she will be fetching the canes later.” Mistress said matter of factly.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

Mistresses insisted that I refer to all visiting women as Miss, even if their preferred honorific  was Ms,

or Mz, until corrected. It was improper for a sissy to presume that just because the last time a superior had insisted on Ms to assume it was the same the next time. In a similar way that curiosity is unbecoming in a sissymaid.  

Mistress turned to Her friend a satisfied look on Her face.

 “Oh shall we have red instead, I have a lovely case of Mourvèdre.”

“French ?” Ms asked

“Actually no Italian.”

“Oh how interesting.” She smiled “Red then maid, can you manage a simple task like that ?”  Her tone as She said maid and Her voice was dripping with disdain, signifying that it was totally beneath Her to even speak to me, which in truth it was.

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”

I hurried to the cellar and brought the wine up to the kitchen. Each glass would be brought to the Ladies  individually  on my silver serving tray, from the kitchen.

They took their glasses without thanking me, just watched me curtsy and thank them for serving them.

“Oh this is rather good.” Ms said, Mistress smiled happily.

“Do you have any housework to do sissy.” Mistress asked it wasn’t really a question.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Oh well never mind you can continue with the housework later, for now stand there in case we need you.”  She said indicating the wall, behind them, out of the cooling breeze from the open patio doors.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Oh and before you do open these doors a little more, maid.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I curtsied, the breeze still wouldn’t reach me, and I was out of

range of the intelligent AC that the Ladies were enjoying.

“Curtsy cuffs, nose and toes to the wall.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

She did not need to say it a sissy must always stand in curtsy cuffs when not serving or busy with chores. And nose and toes meant, nose nipples, chastity bump and toes touching the wall.

Sometimes Mistress prefers it If I stand to one side facing Her and the guest, in silence & curtsy cuffs, waiting to be of service. Often if we have a male guest I must stand in close proximity, very close,  to the Real Man.

The two Ladies chatted happily, fueled by lots of red wine with me hurrying to the kitchen and back and forth to the cellar a couple of times.

As I rushed breathlessly back and forth Ms would call out “Do hurry maid, my own housemaids would have their backsides whipped raw for such impudent tardiness.”

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.” I whimpered struggling desperately to speed up while staying graceful as I tottered back and forth on my 6”  platform maids booties.

“That hobble strap is far too lenient.” She told Mistress indicating the 5” strap between my booties that impeded my gait “Half that would be too generous.”

Mistress laughed “I do like to see her struggle, its so cute especially when she gets flustered.”

“Flustered or not one of my sissy whips makes for efficient service.”  Ms replied

I shuddered and sobbed internally thinking of the very short thick bullwhips Ms meant the thick 20” snakelike blade, with its vicious sounding crack, never mind its bite,  were just so fearsome.  

And after I rushed back with yet another glass for Her She would always deliberately keep me waiting for  a minute at least before taking the glass.

“Why was she looking so flushed when I arrived ?” The Ms asked, knowing exactly why

“Oh I  was instructing Her as to what I like and dislike this afternoon.” Mistress smiled

“Hasn’t she learned what you like and don’t like already.” Ms laughed at the euphemism for cunnilingus.

“Oh there is always there room for improvement, I insist on it.”

“Quite right too, I insist on it too, the cane is wonderfully satisfying teacher.”

“But is she always so flushed afterwards, she looks like my sissy after a good pegging with my favourite 12” toy.”

“Oh trust me she is almost glowing red after I have pegged her.” She laughed “Much redder.”

They were enjoying teasing me watching me trying to stand still but squirming and squelching in tiny movements on my plug. Mistress always expands it so it feel so big and swollen for oral service, and She hadn’t reduced its girth, when She had sent me to the laundry to hand wash Her damp panties. Nor when She sent me to fetch Her a post climax drink and a clean dry pair of Her lovely silk panties. But also if the superiors are talking often the auto suggestion means all sissies hear is a blur of voices without being able to make anything out except that it is always much more important and interesting, than anything we should be hearing or thinking about it is the same with anything on the TV or radio.

But if the superiors want you to hear them you will hear exactly what they are saying. That is not to say Mistress and Her friends  spend a lot of time teasing you. Mostly you will be fetching drinks then hurrying back to your housework, listening intently for the peal of the china serving bell, and hurrying breathlessly back when called. Or be left facing the wall waiting self effacingly. Or sometimes one of the Ladies would be accompanied, by Her lover or partner, and He would teach you what He did and didn’t like as well, while the Ladies chatted. A nice firm spanking then oral and often anal with your panties stuffed into your mouth, for good measure. And then you might be sent back to the housework, or told to face the wall again. Mistress did insist He take you to your little bedroom, next to Hers or down to the laundry room for anal. But She and the other Ladies did quite enjoy watching me worship a mans cock with my mouth, on my knees in front of Him.

“I do like that expression ‘learning what I like, and dislike’ when it applies to sissymaids, it is very evocative and reminds me when I was teaching my sissy exactly ‘what I like and dislike’”  

Mistress loved to tease me with that phrase too, laughing how sweetly I would tent in my panties if I wasn’t in strict chastity. Or how all Her male guests enjoyed teaching me what they liked and disliked, often repeatedly. They would nearly always spank me with their big flat hands too, before the main lesson began.

Ms was enjoying relating to Mistress about Her first sissy and teaching him lots about what She liked and did not like or allow.

He had been Her husband and they had been married for some time. Ms was somewhat older than

Mistresses but with the treatments you couldn’t tell at all or not much. There was something about the eyes in the older Ladies and Sirs, not really something physical like wrinkles but just the way they seemed to regard you. The relationship had become stale over time  and She had caught, or suspected he was  masturbating just one too many times, while She was unsatisfied. She had decided rather than initiate a separation  and eventual divorce, to slowly feminize and remove his male privileges, slowly and see where it went. The first was explicitly telling him he was not allowed to masturbate. Then when She decided he had disobeyed even though he hadn’t,  She put him into chastity. Telling him he would only be allowed out for sex. Starting when they were on vacation together albeit at home, he had thought it was a fun rather exciting game, until She refused to remove the steel cage when it was time for him to return to work. She had also persuaded him that it would be much more comfortable wearing the cage if he kept himself shaved smooth and moisturized down there, and also more visually appealing for Her if he was smooth elsewhere and all over too. Also of He wore smooth satin panties rather than slightly textured cotton,  or linen as he preferred, boxers. Later She would insist on waxing but by that time He wouldn’t need much persuading just instructing. 

And in actual fact wearing the cage made him even more aroused all the time at work. And very attentive at home for sex with Her.  

She had responded coolly by only having sex when She decided. In fact She was much more horny but masturbated a lot more Herself when She wanted. At first She had hidden that from him, but then had enjoyed letting him know She was masturbating while he was stuck in the locked cage. His reaction was as to be expected as well, he was even more horny and constantly attentive. And sex when they enjoyed PIV sex was better, but in fact He was still rather small and unsatisfying. He wanted sex all the time with Her now, but She kept him locked up and kept Him on at least a weekly, sometimes longer schedule, She would vary and delay his ‘special time’ it according to Her whims, and increasing by how desperate He looked. As compensation he could perform cunnilingus for her, when She didn’t prefer to masturbate, watching a movie with Her favourite actor, in bed. He was told he could earn ‘special time’ or at least consideration for ‘special time’ by performing housework. He did so very eagerly but as there was no guarantee of Her consideration, he increasing, did all the housework very eagerly and attentively. Gradually his weekly ‘special time’ became monthly and  longer. She did also introduce a series of progressively smaller cage that also encased His testicles.

Ms and Mistress both laughed when Ms told Her about something called Locktober and how He had

thought He might be unlocked in November, which then She decided was to be No-vember for him. And December seasonal gift was a ruined orgasm for him too. And that silly word fap or fapping, as if She would allow any sissy or male for that matter to enjoy that.      

He hadn’t noticed so much but he was needing to wax much less frequently now. She had told him that She wanted him to lose weight, and drastically so, so was put on a special diet, mainly vegetables and no meat. It was rather bland and She didn’t join him in the diet. In fact She enjoyed increasingly rich meals, which now he wasn’t allowed any of. Even if at first She did allow him a portion of the leftover  scraps. If She ever caught him, cheating on his diet, or taking a sneaky bite of Her food ‘special time’ would be postponed or cancelled. His diet also surreptitiously also contained the treatments and hormones,  and increasing dosages of estrogen rich hormones, to feminize his appearance and behaviour.

His skin was increasingly soft and smooth, and His head hair much richer too. When he shaved his face it felt baby smooth and needed to be done much less frequently. Soon He didn’t need to shave at all. She had insisted on controlling every aspect of his personal hygiene & choosing his cologne or perfume as it was now. The Ladies in the office, still rather old fashioned harking back to times where women were in more subordinate positions and the Men in executive roles, they had noticed and were always complimenting on how nice he smelled. They actually suspected he was coming out of the closet even though he had been married for a long time and had always enjoyed flirting with them. Now they enjoyed teasing and flattering him. For his part he had enjoyed the power  dynamic in the office, the firm  always employed such pretty girls, but in chastity he felt very vulnerable and slightly but increasingly submissive to the girls. Of course they didn’t know, but all the time He felt like they must know. There was less male banter around him now too, even though he was still the head of the department, in fact of the local division. Before he had been very much one of the boys and popular, now the rest of the men left or kept him at a slight and also increasing distant. He never now went for after work drinks or events, She (his wife) had disallowed this

But in truth he was just too horny all the time to notice much of his increasing distance. She had started

dressing him too, the office was smart casual most of the time and she increasingly chose his clothing to be rather thin slacks, boyish then slightly effeminate in the way they seemed to cling to his now slender and increasingly slim legs. His bottom was rather shapely now too, rather a cute bun She thought so did the girls in the office too. And his shirts or rather blouses were well fitted and sharply tailored too. But whereas a more manly Man might have appeared buff and sexy, he looked slim and slight. The trousers and blouses were also without pockets, another male privilege she had decided he should forgo. Although it was very small now he was increasingly anxious that people could see the outline of his chastity device through the thin clingy fabric of his slacks. In truth it was and it wasn’t very visible, but feminization and sissification were not as  as marginally familiar to the public  as it is now. They might have noticed his thong though because it added an even nicer shape to his cute bottom. Some of the girls even furtively joked about squeezing or patting his butt. One time he thought he heard them laughing about his peachy bottom, and couldn’t bring himself to leave his office all day, he was so embarrassed and horny too. In fact he waited until everyone had left before sneaking out himself. And when he arrived home had to explain to his angry and amused wife, why he was late. Needless to say his ‘special time’ which by now was monthly, was postponed again.     

The gossip in the office was that if he was gay, he was definitely the bottom. 

But then his wife would come sometimes to collect him from the office, and she seemed so possessive and rather dominant, and he for his part would follow after her like a love sick puppy.

At home now he was very submissive and attentive, by this time  all his male privileges had been withdrawn and when he wasn’t sitting meekly besides Her, he was kept busy with housework. Female domestic  standards were always so much higher than male standards but now She no longer had to do anything around the house Her standards absolutely soared. Which he would have to meet and strive to exceed,  if he wanted his special time. Special time was increasingly replaced by Her special time, She would replace sex with cunnilingus, at

the very last moment and he always so sheepishly accepted, which if anything  made Her even more aroused and keen to frustrate him. The next humiliation was she came home with a large realistic phallus, much bigger and thicker than he could ever hope to have been, that fitted over his now tiny chastity cage and he could penetrate her with, instead of his expected PIV, She did not allow him to masturbate afterwards either. But now She wanted him to use the huge phallus, nearly as regularly as she wanted his tongue, or to masturbate while he watched, or was sent away to perform housework, knowing She was masturbating, him desperately listening keenly to the wet sounds and gasps of pleasure .

His next special time was a ruined orgasm, and the next also a ruingasm, before he was locked back into the tiny cage, for at least another month. But nothing prepared him for Her next idea. Rather than being unlocked She donned a very sexy looking black latex glove that instantly got him very aroused, as he watched Her,  she slowly and rather teasingly coating her sheathed fingers and hand with lube.  Even though he wanted PIV very much he still got incredibly aroused by the  glistening latex glove Was She going to give him a hand job ? But instead she bent him over the bed and pressing Her

fingers into his anus milked him for the first time. The feeling of total emptiness and denied frustration was incredible. He was still desperately horny but his ‘special time’  was over. The next time She used the phallus to massage his prostrate or g-spot, and the time after that She mounted the phallus in a special harness to peg Him for the first time. Not stopping until She orgasmed from penetrating him. He was completely drained and exhausted  by this point, but still extremely horny and attentive. He was also very loving and submissive, almost too clingy, for the next few days, She had thought with contempt.

Reminding Her of those sexist comments that all an uppity woman needed to keep Her in line was a good firm fucking, that certainly seemed to be the case with submissive males in chastity.

So from now on as well as his chastity cage,  he was to be plugged with a large butt plug, which She

then decided it should be cock shaped and even bigger, thicker and deeper. She enjoyed watching him waddle or mince with the plug in and refused to relent on him being plugged for work.

Online She had found a forum and chat based community of like minded women and also a treasure trove of delightful stories from the past. Many involved home made chastity devices including a woman who had constructed a chastity device, for Her husband,  out of a particularly rigid pantie girdle, adding a locking leather strip or belt to the top and rigid leather hemlines that couldn’t be slipped out of off easily, or at all,  the more she refined the design. This didn't so much prevent him from rubbing himself off, but did mean it was very uncomfortable doing so and not particularly pleasant. Also the mess from his ejaculation  was very much evident and he would be punished for that. The girdle construction  also meant that he would have to

ask for permission to use the toilet which she did not always grant until he was literally begging to be allowed to go. When She (the Mistress) wanted sex she would either enjoy his tongue either kneeling or sitting on his face (queening) or  strap him down on a leather bench face and cock upwards. She would tie a thick cord around his cock to keep it erect and ride him until orgasm (Hers). Over and over, until She was satisfied, he might have cum once or twice but would be so sore and bruised by Her rough use that it wasn’t at all enjoyable after his first leaky spurt. She would make to ruin that first one too. Gradually the Mistress had refined her makeshift chastity corset, or girdle. Commissioning one

constructed out of thick leather, and then  with a leather cock sheath that allowed his cock to be pulled rearwards between his legs and secured in place, so he could no longer get erect no matter how much his body wanted and tried  to. There was also lots of stories involving spiked Kali’s teeth devices, which she found very intriguing especially for Her husband, or sub as She was used to thinking about him now, given his unappealing (to Her) fondness for masturbating. Not for Her enjoyable sessions but for his jerking and fapping, even it was a long distant memory for him. 

 

The readers wives letters also described using used corporal punishment, often spanking or beating with big hairbrush or more excitingly  a school cane.

Which got Ms thinking, would she enjoy spanking Her husband, maybe that would be too lenient, perhaps a leather paddle or cane, or maybe even a crop like another Mistress used.

But as well as these tales of domination which were mainly still Femdom dominant women, subjugating men, She was very intrigued by the petticoating and sissification stories. She hadn’t originally thought about feminizing him a such, just to diminish his

maleness and remove his perceived male privilege. But as things progressed She liked the idea of having a girly man to boss around and put into pretty dresses and underwear. In fact the more She thought about it the more proper it seemed for the submissive partner to wear pretty frilly items, and be made to be obsessed with little trivial details, for the pleasure of the eye of the dominant partner. Yes she liked that a lot and so did an increasing number of dominant ladies. He, (Her husband) was already nice and smooth and soft by the hormones She was giving him, time to step it up, She decided. And also time for him to wear pretty dresses around the house while performing housework. In time  he or rather s/he was actually rather passable, in a wig, She would have to grow his hair into a pixie cut or short bob. And a  couple of times, there had been deliveries or even visitors who hadn't noticed that Ms’s new very dutiful and quiet housekeeper, who started very much, as much as possible, but not entirely out of sight was her husband. He was mortified and dreadfully embarrassed while She very much enjoyed these ‘accidents’ and determined to engineer

lots more of these incidents. And She did reward him, or rather as She, now referred to him as her, with oral sex (for Her , that is) or a pegging. Her new temporary favourite was mounting the huge phallus on a pecker gag and riding his face until She came, and often came again.

He was quickly becoming the perfect 50’s wife, even the sex was similar. She enjoyed sex and was not particularly interested if he did. In fact She was very interested, in denying him, or ruining any orgasm he managed to eke out with a tiny squirt. Very much the eager smiling submissive 50’s wife, apart from the cooking which was adequate but not ideal, but deliveries of delicious ‘cordon bleu’ and other specialist dishes substituted for that. Hubby might even get a couple of leftover scraps, though s/he had to watch her slim girly figure.

Everything was going swimmingly and then She also discovered the sissymaid concept. Rather than being the submissive 50s wife to his wife, he would  become Her owned maid in a pretty French maids uniform, flouncing around the house. She had by now appropriated all his wealth and assets, so any divorce would leave him penniless. Universal basic income, was at that point rather a new idea and very basic safety net. When his company was reorganizing because of the huge shift to AI, She told him to take the extremely generous severance package, and took possession of that

too. He or rather now s/he was to be Her housemaid, permanently in chastity and a pretty French maids uniform.

In those days too there was occasionally the scandal of an errant husband or boyfriend, who hearing the knock on the door, in the middle of the night, or woke up bound in bed by intruders,  found himself kidnapped in the night, to be  feminized and sissified, in a private household. It first it was assumed that these tales or rumours were just salacious elaborate fantasies, and in fact it seemed quite a turn on for lots of men and an increasing number of women, in these fictional ‘true life stories’, or were they always fictional.   

It was difficult to discern as there were not many escapee’s but those that did quickly learned not to publicize their stores unless they wanted to be publicly ridiculed and shamed. Any punishment the Lady kidnappers might receive was quickly dwarfed by publishing deals and other rewards for Her side of the salacious story, true or not. And in fact the sissy was often subject to ruinous litigation by the Lady. Even though the facts as he might remember them were true, it

was his word versus Hers, and Hers were always believed as his  was belittled and he was  laughed red faced out of court. Often the husband would creep back to his wife, now Mistress and beg to be put back under Her control. These were pleasant days Ms laughed happily.       

She also soon discovered the  joys of cuckolding him and being a hot wife, as She tried and relished its delights briefly, enjoying humiliating him now Her with the  knowledge She had been out with other Men. And him now her  having to hand clean Her underwear after dates. And She also very much enjoyed forced Bi, watching her maid suck much more masculine and bigger men off on her knees and being bent over for anal, and having to be pleasing and eager to please the Bulls. It was somewhat arousing at first, but then She also found She increasingly disapproved of any male pleasure, especially sexual. So after a brief experimental period,  Her sissy was strictly for Her pleasure only. Only She would enjoy sissies tongue, and penetrating sissies  ass. Ass well as  also using the strap on over chastity device when She (Ms) wanted to ride a cock or have PIV, even if sissy felt no enjoyment. Though that thrill had stopped some time ago now too, Ms still enjoyed riding sissies face with the double ended cock gag.

Sex was for Her enjoyment and sissy desperate adulation and loving need to please Her was just that.

   

Whenever Ms went away on Her extended vacations, Her sissy, & sissies, were sent to a special  exclusive hotel, where they would serve only women domestically and sexually. But for Her sissies only pegging and face sitting on (under) the cock gag, and lots of it. But no oral contact or sex, except where sissy had to lick the Mistress clean and dry Her with soft towels after She had pegged her ass, or with the cock gag sissies mouth. The Misses who enforced strict discipline in these hotels were employed and sought employment here  because of their utmost severity and strictness, with the sissies.  much more so than the regular  hotel

Misses. Who were in truth very strict but regarded it more as a bit of fun (for them) and foreplay.   

These hotels were similar, in  away to exclusive hotels situated in the men’s zone, but also still under the supervision of the strict hotel Misses. These Mistresses enjoyed punishing the sissies very much, it could almost be said to be a labour of love or passion, lust at least. Where the main theme was rather muscle bound Men,  all  were somewhat  over endowed and quite often black men, who enjoyed dominating the sissies as much as the sex,  and as such the hotel was a popular hangout for the punishment bulls.  

One thing that used to terrify the sissies more than any visit from the punishment bull, was that we heard that sometimes if a sissy was to be punished, she might be collected for an evening and taken to one of these clubs, to be used rigourously and enthusiastically,  punished by several of the bulls in the

atmosphere reeking of unbound dominant testosterone. These were actually just rumours, as Mistresses rarely acceded to giving up that much control, even temporarily. But Mistress and Miss never corrected these rumours and the salutary tales   on sissy radio often alluded to sissies being punished that way. The oblique hints stirring our  imagination so fervidly.

It was one thing for Mistresses to invite one of the bulls over to punish you and put you very firmly back into your place if She perceived or supposed  you were getting you were getting too excited pleasing Her with Her tongue or just kissing Her bottom , through Her leather skirts. Which was not appropriate for chastity maids. The level of this fitting level of excitement, which She found very

flattering and hot, one moment, and the next completely inappropriate, She decided according to Her moods and whims. To be taken to your bedroom by the bull and He would usually tawse you very soundly, before you sucked Him, and then He spread your buttocks to almost split you in two with His huge thick manhood. But being taken to a club and publicly passed around by several such bulls, until your punishment was deemed complete. Which I had sissy nightmares about imaging myself drowning in streams of thick endless slimy cum. But also as a chastity sissy I so wanted to please the bull, like any Real Man   at the same time.    

It was also rumoured that quite a few of the bull would bring their vanilla wives along to enjoy watching, them perform.  The bulls were so well endowed that only some women could comfortably accommodate or were turned on by such large thick cocks. Most of the wives or girlfriends enjoyed being dominated by the bulls too. Mistress, & Ms, and

the other dominant Ladies looked down on these lesser ladies somewhat, but at the end of the day it was their choice and in a woman’s right to choose. It was also enjoyable for the vanilla girlfriends or wives to punish and discipline the sissies, or at least to watch their dominant partner spanking or bending a sissy over for the crop or tawse.       

It was a Woman’s world and each Woman to Her own. For Ms for Her it did mean She was very strict with Her own & anybody else’s sissies. And many Mistresses especially the younger Mistresses looked to Her and the older more experienced Mistresses as mentors, even if they did have their own tastes and desires.

Ms and the older Ladies often commented to the younger Ladies how it was a shame that they couldn’t enjoy the slow process of humiliating puffed up male egos. Or reducing a silly arrogant male to a simpering sissy. And how for newer Mistresses and many more compliant sissies, it was mostly a shortened truncated process, though still with lots of pleasurable moments. It was such a pleasure looking at old photographs at a husband or lover and seeing them now in a pretty maids dress curtsying and trembling on your every word and completely at your beck and call. It was especially enjoyable for an older Mistress to run across one of Her old husbands who She had sissified, now owned by someone else. The sissy would be very overwrought and emotional seeing Her again and it was sweet to allow them to kiss your bottom but then completely disregard them. ‘It does make one quite damp’ She laughed. Or if with a lover especially a Real Man  who had originally cuckolded the sissy with the Lady, being served by the sissy again. And the bull (although that isn’t strictly the correct term here) will often spank the sissy and enjoy oral, usually anal from the sissy for old times sake.

I had seen this scenario played out several times at the hotels, and the sissy is

always so overcome, red faced with acute shame at these encounters, and afterwards the Mistress and the bull so pleased and satisfied. The sissy always so very eager to serve perfectly and obediently, the next time she is called over by the next guest. Often we will hurry over if we can to hold her hand and hug her for a moment, because we all share and feel the intensity of the moment, the Misses will nearly always permit these moments. The Misses like our Mistresses whilst very strict, also are not mean or cruel, and do feel very affectionate & tender towards their charges. But they will also hurry us along with a criss cross of the cane after these touching moments too. I have often heard the Misses talking amongst themselves about how  sweet and cute we often are at these little tear brimming moments for us.

And in truth the Masters too.

“Sissies  with deep feminine needs are often mercilessly exploited by Real Men.

It is a pleasant game. They are so helpless.

And yet how lovely they are. One must strive to remain strong with them.”

Was a popular sentiment, though neither our Mistresses or our Masters ever seem to have much difficulty being strong or strict with us.

That being said I was very glad my Mistress did not allow any other ladies to punish me personally because Ms had a fearsome looking collection of crops and short sissy bullwhips. Very similar and scarily so to the short browned leather bullwhip that black couple had shown Master & Miss that time.  And so far whenever my Mistress had gone away on shorter trips business or pleasure and She  sent me to stay with one of Her friends for a couple of days it was usually with Miss & Master. But in the future it might be on occasion with Ms, I would be quaking and

trembling, the whole time and very careful to be a good girl for Her but would still expect to feel the awful shortened bullwhips, on my backside and my thighs.  

When Ms had moved to Femtopia, She had brought Her first maid with Her, and kept her as part of Her household, but now She had a retinue of several maids, to perform housework in Her villa and for Her sexual enjoyment whenever She pleased. Her original maid was expected to be obedient and submissive to all the other new maids too, even though they were all utterly subjugated and cringingly obsequious to Mistress in turn. 

Ms also had lots of Sapphic lovers, some of whom would be allowed to discipline and punish the sissies, though generally She preferred to reserve that for Her own enjoyment. If a Lady thought that one of Her sissies should be punished often the sissy was put into the sex and punishment cuffs and held face down onto the Ladies lap, for her beating, adding immensely to the humiliation for the sissy. As it was usually very evident that the Lady was enjoying

or becoming  aroused by this, and often Ms and the Lady would have sex afterwards.

Sexual use and pleasure  from the sissies was however exclusively for Ms. although Her sissies were often expected to bring drinks, fresh clean lingerie and freshly laundered bed sheets, before cleaning up the female lovers with their tongues after or between rounds of their hot loud sex. It was quite delightful to see sissy squirm with helpless arousal and flustered need. As it was to see any sissy in that state which chastity keeps us so sweetly in.

Ms however was also always  very severe about visible signs of excitement. Her sissies though gelded were kept permanently in the virtual Kali’s teeth rings & if She detected or thought She discovered or decided, sissy was getting in any way sexually, excited. The sissies already tiny virtual ring would be made smaller, and the teeth sharper as punishment.

For the rest of the afternoon I was not allowed to be party to the conversation, although there was some

laughter which I embarrassingly thought  was aimed at me. Whenever a superior is talking in my presence and I cant, not being allowed to,  make out what they are saying. I always am filled with embarrassment and fright thinking they are laughing at my demeanor   or discussing punishing me for naughtiness. The truth is rather more humiliating, mostly, and for the vast majority of their time  they are not concerned, even overly aware  with my presence at all, except to fetch drinks at the snap of the finger, or the ring of the sissy bell.   

It was as always uncomfortable and rather sticky and humid standing facing the wall, and despite my fears and squirming shame I was still contented listening to Mistress and Her guest enjoying their afternoon. It must be so lovely to be them and to be served so perfectly by their maids.  

When Ms had gone home Mistress had stripped and changed into one of Her very slinky bikini sets, and sunbathed on the garden and  dipped in Her pool. Or rather I had dressed Her in the bikini set kissing Her bottom lovingly. Then while I hurried back to my housework in the stuffy house, the intelligent AC only follows the superiors around, I had heard Her

lie on one of the sunbeds  and masturbate. Calling me for another glass of wine afterwards.

That evening I had been sent for the canes, Mistress liked to use the thick inflexible cane first for six then follow up with six or twelve with the thinner springier cane. This wasn’t the very springy house or hurry cane She often used to hurry me or emphasize a point when She was instructing me, but still very springy and caused a deep stinging smarting stripe wherever it landed. I was already sobbing, but then She had changed Her mind and sent

me for the crop instead. I was instantly stricken numb with fear and Mistress commented I had gone as pale as a sheet, but had better hurry up.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I blurted in fright.

“Well do hurry then sissy, don’t keep me waiting.” She told me sharply. There was amusement in Her voice too, but I was too overwhelmed with fright to notice that subtlety.  

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whimpered in misery

She was always Miss in private, it is for most Mistresses more intimate and submissive.

Using Her tablet She connected to Ms so She could watch my beating.  Mistress made a show of peeling of Her panties, gagged me with them. More for me

than for Ms watching.

I was given six harsh lashes, then another six, which is already very severe with the nasty leather crop. But then Ms had suggested another six across the backs of my thighs again.

Finally satisfied I was allowed up from the bench to curtsy to Ms via the tablet then to curtsy to Miss and kiss the whip, in front of Her.

I thanked Miss and Ms, but Ms had closed the connection before I had even finished. I continued kissing the tab of the whip until Miss flicked it away from my lips and told me to put it away, back upstairs. Then to fetch Her another glass of wine.

Miss did not want me to fetch Her a fresh pair of panties as She decided to spend the rest of evening  in the lingerie that served as Her house wear in the evenings and She preferred no panties in the still warm dusk. She was rather excited I could smell how aroused She was but rather than calling me, She masturbated again after she sent me to bed.

The house AI supervised my nightly enema, and shower, then also supervised as I did my nails hair and makeup. Then put my glossy pink babydoll nightie on, with white popsocks and very lacy oversocks too. I had to wear panties very slippery double surfaced satin panties that matched the pale pink of my nightie. As punishment I hadn’t been allowed to pee that night, and my plug was still expanded from when I had pleased Mistress with my tongue before.

I was allowed to go into Mistresses room to curtsy to Her and kiss Her bottom before being sent back to

my own room. Her room stank of sex and Her discarded lingerie was on the floor, She was wearing a fresh lacy design in expensive black silk. I quickly scooped the discarded garment up and took it to the laundry room.

In my own room I squirmed and moaned on my plug, listening to Her smoking and doing something on Her phone. My bottom and thighs were stinging but I so ached for Her.

“Night, night Miss, sissy loves You Miss.” I whispered almost to myself.

“Of course you do sissy, and I am very fond of you when you are a good maid.” I heard Her laugh softly, or did I just imagine that.

In the morning though before Miss, went out for the day, She could no longer contain Herself and as She was getting dressed for Her day told me to remove Her panties. She had left me squirming hotly all day in chastity & on my plug, and even though I had thoroughly cleaned my face & uniform after Her multiple orgasms, Miss insists I must always look perfect and immaculate, I was smelling and tasting Her lovely wetness all day while I was busy with my housework.

If one of Her lovers or male visitors uses me, I can smell and taste His thick pleasure on my face, in my mouth, feel His slimy cum on my breasts and face, all day. No matter how much I clean myself I am smeared with sticky shame. And in truth although I dare only whisper it,  I love it knowing He has cum and I have not been allowed to. When He cums I must obediently swallow. But with Mistress it is so fantastic and arousing, I don’t just know how I bear it. Each time is like that very first time when I performed cunnilingus for Her, then foolishly confessed how needy I also was. Only to be told how sweet that was and to hurry off back to my housework, after hand washing the damp panties She had peeled off.

And during every day we have lots of deliveries, of food and wine,  and lots of lovely things for

Mistress. In Femtopia most maids are kept in strict purdah. So unlike outside Femtopia  where I was expected to receive the deliveries and curtsy and thank the delivery man or woman in person. When Mistress is out for the day, the deliveries are via  the rear entrance and I must still curtsy and thank the delivery person via the house AI intercom system,  but unseen. And even so I always imagine they can clearly hear my subservient hot needy shame.

It was also very frightening because there were all these stories about the inner door being left unlocked by ‘accident’, and sissies being raped by delivery Men. The sissy would be punished severely for this  and might sometimes even be sold, but the delivery man would only be slightly reprimanded. He might bring the Mistress a nice bottle of wine to apologize, and sometimes the Mistress would offer Him the use of the sissy again, as a sign of Her hospitality. But these stories  were mostly just scandalous scary gossip to frighten and titillate sissies.  & also not corrected by the Mistresses. More likely was Mistress might invite a group of Her male friends round during the day when She was out,  to enjoy a sissies intimate submission, sissy would always have to be obedient to any superior. Sissy wouldn’t know this was all arranged and afterwards would be very tearful confessing to Mistress what had happened. Also having to hurriedly clean and tidy everything after Her assailants had departed. Although it was also fun to leave sissy bound and gagged with her panties, waiting helplessly to be discovered by the returning owner.

The tearful confession would be received with cold disdain and outrage. Sissy would be too distraught

to see the amused smirk, as Mistress would often struggle to hide Her squirming, crossing and uncrossing Her legs several times. Sissy of course would be scolded and punished for being such a slut and a bimbo, and for leaving the house in such a mess afterwards, even though it was of course immaculate. But then Mistress would send sissy for the strap on, and the cunnilingus at these moments was apparently to die for.

Mistress hadn’t done this to me yet, and naturally even sissies who had experienced this didn’t know it was all pre arranged. Which was actually rather silly as Mistress would often enjoy sharing the video footage with Her friends and the male friends.        

But I love being so needy for Mistress more so than anything, and ache so terribly for Her return every single moment of every day. I would sometimes feel so overcome that I would have to stop for a

moment and squeeze my thighs very tightly together, just for a moment because I always had so much housework, and wasn’t allowed to dally. Mistress might sometimes watch these moments on the AI feed while She was a work and decide to have a little recreational finger time, or decide to peg me when She returned from work that afternoon. It was so enjoyable (for Her) to see me so excited and to return home and send me hurrying, hot and bothered, for the strap on, which I loved and feared so much now it was so thick and imposing. Gagged with Mistresses own soaked

panties that were soaked from watching me, squirming with need for Her.

Or more often, as it was most days, for Her to return and disregard me, dismissed back to my chores,  after sending me for an after work drink, and a fresh outfit to relax in (for Her), just the housemaid. 

But I was already moaning softly, longing for Her return, and I had only just begun the very first of my daily  mountain of chores,  washing Her silk bed sheets and nightwear by hand. 

I kissed the folds of silk where it had caressed Her body, lingeringly and lovingly, imaging Her presence.

I moaned softly and sighed,   hurrying  on, lest the tell tale AI chide and tattle on  me to Mistress.

Knowing I would be punished and deserve to be punished if the housework was not all done perfectly and in a timely manner.

And I did always want to be a good girl, for Mistress.   

I love you Mistress, curtsy xx