In the office, club and cafe.

As well as working in the office, Mistress had me working as a waitress maid at the club most evenings.

And during the day at weekends in a café that catered to dominant ladies.

She said this was to get me familiar serving my superiors in menial & quite trivial roles. And also to get me accustomed to wearing my cage, and plug in public, in tight revealing maids uniforms.

My uniform was the same vinyl PVC maids uniform from the club. I was told that this uniform was best because it was easy to wipe clean. Mistress didn’t tell me at the time but it was especially easy to wipe clean when a Sir had blown in a maids face, or on her uniform, or if a Miss had been particularly excited. I was always given a fresh uniform starting each shift at the club or café. And the pvc always smelled as if just freshly wiped down both inside and out then sprayed with cheap perfume. All the other sissies too wore similar uniform that they were handed out before the start of the shift.

We were not allowed to chat with each other. When we weren’t serving or cleaning we were told to stand facing the wall in silence. Some of the sissies were kept gagged the whole time. I later learnt that the gags were deep and substantial cock gags. To keep sissy quiet and to train her gag reflex.

I had been given a small padded bra to wear under my uniform, until the increasing hormone dosage to develop small buds of my own. We were also being trained to walk prettily with the ever present butt plugs & heels. A sissy had to mince prettily and gracefully, even though you were still constantly, terribly self conscious of your sissy waddle, and how you always felt your were grinding and squelching on the plug. Especially as many of the women were accompanied by men in the café and they would pat or slap your bottom as you walked past and the ladies would comment on your squelch, or your effeminate mince, that was teasing the boys.   

Many of the ladies from the office would come to the café with their friends or boyfriends at the weekend. They would often comment how much more natural it seemed to see me in a pretty uniform. Although the office ladies were usually friendly I wasn’t allowed to chat much, my service was expected to be coyly obsequious and self effacing.  

This wasn’t helped by Mistress choice of footwear for me. High heeled boots with a short chain joining the ankles. This would get shorter and shorter over time, & eventually my maids boots would be joined by a short leather strap. I was very glad not to wear this chain in the office but the Ladies there would always make me walk in dainty careful steps as if were still hobbled.

We weren’t allowed a break during the day, not even to go to the toilet. But I did notice several times during the day some of the men taking one of the sissies into a special private area that I wasn’t allowed to go to at all. And afterwards the sissy would seem quite flustered and, usually quite tearful and appearing especially vulnerable. And her uniform would be freshly wiped and scented.

Next to this area was the discipline room, where some sissies were taken to and caned if their behavior  had been deemed disobedient or displeasing.

I was never taken to this room as Mistress only wanted to discipline me Herself. And only started to use

the cane on me when I became Her resident sissy maid. If I was to be punished She would put me over Her knees and spank me in front of everybody in the club. This was particularly embarrassing and humiliating for me. Because in spite of the cage and the hormones I still felt myself get very aroused, although still soft, in the tiny cage and could sense that spanking me excited Her too.

This public spanking was often done in front of the Lady who had reported my misbehaviour, or videoed on a phone and sent to a Miss or Sir who had felt I deserved corporal punishment. And was often done at the same time Mistress was given my wage packet for Herself.   

At the end of a shift at the café we would all clean up and then line up to collect our pin money. The cleanup before and after the shift was not paid. We were also deducted from our wages a fee for the loan and cleaning of our uniforms. If a sissy had been punished there was a deduction. Some sissies who had been in the special back room were given an additional wage packet.

When we had collected our pin money it was then taken off us and kept for our Mistresses and owners to collect. Likewise with my wages in the office this was handed to me then taken away and given to Mistress. I was just given vouchers to spend in special approved shops for my day to day needs.

We also were informed of any tips that had been added to our bills, the café kept half and the other half given to our owners.

In the club I would usually be paid and then sent home by Mistress towards the end of the night. She would collect my wages then send me home in a special late night sissy taxi. Seemingly staffed by the same ladies who delivered my various special packages. The windows of the taxi were kept curtained and I was not allowed to open the curtains. The driver would escort me to my door and I was expected to curtsy and thank Her before going inside.

There were also usually some men in the club, not sissies but quite casual confident well built men. I was expected to call the ‘real men’  Sir and they were all  usually very friendly with Mistress and the other ladies. Like in the café I found it very embarrassing to be around the real men and Mistress found that extremely amusing.

Mistress, Her friends  and some of the other sissies would stay late in the club, but I was only to find out about the later entertainment when I was a resident maid. Mistress loved the fact that I was very innocent and naïve and just for Her to open and mould to Her needs.   

Despite the fact that I was working nearly all of the time at the office, café & club. And that I was often

unable to sleep, feeling very frustrated in my cage, uncomfortable on my plug and very emotional & tearful because of the hormones. And lonely when I wasn’t with Mistress or under supervisory female company. I was very happy & very much content to be taken charge of & be constantly told what to do and how to do it. Even content to be frequently criticized and punished for my failings, patronized by my superiors. Although I still found it extremely embarrassing and humiliating when a Sir patronized or corrected me.

Mistress said that pleased Her a lot and She was very pleased how Her sissy was coming along. This made me long for Her even more.   

 

  

In the office

 

After that meeting with Mistress at the weekend. The next Monday morning  at work I was told I had been promoted and moved to a new floor in the office, with immediate effect.

I didn’t need to take anything with me just to go up to that floor straight away.

The floor was exclusively for female senior managers in a very friendly open plan office. Except the head of department and meeting room. All the Ladies had large desks fancy leather executive chairs and multi screen computers. My desk was tiny had a plain wooden chair and no computer. It was also right next to the kitchenette and the expensive coffee machines.

My new duties were mainly fetching &  filing for them, making drinks, cleaning up and acting as a receptionist for them.

This was actually a major demotion for me as my previous role had been as data, and database analyst.

The head of department was also the Lady, Mistress had been taking to in the club before I had been sent home.

She was head of this department and a senior partner in the business.

Mistress had called me  midway through the morning and asked me how the new job was going. This was unusual in itself as Mistress never called during the day and I was not normally allowed to take personal calls at work.

But quite obviously She had known about my new job long before I had been told.

Miss A *her surname*, Mistresses friend called me into Her office. Our call was transferred to Facetime on the big TV screen mounted on the wall. The office door was left open so all the other ladies could hear our conversation.

She told me I no uncertain terms that any silly complaints or misgivings that I might have were completely unacceptable to Her and that She totally approved of my more suitable role.

Moreover all my wages would be kept by Miss A for Mistress and my rent and food, clothing allowance would be paid at Her discretion.

Mistresses friend who I was only ever allowed to refer to as Miss A handed me a little white waitress half apron to wear over my feminine slacks.

I was to wear this at all times except when male colleagues were expected on the floor.

I also had to refer to the other women on the floor as Miss *surname* or just Miss etc.

Moreover I was to curtsy whenever they spoke to me before and after replying.

Miss A showed me a picture on Her desk. It was Her own house sissy, in a very pretty maids uniform, smiling submissively as she did some housework. There was another picture frame too. A digital frame which changed the picture every 10 seconds or so, showing Her sissy was in a variety of poses. In one of them She appeared to be kneeling before a man between his knees, and another with her bent over on  a bed, with her bottom in the air, skirt pulled back.

Miss A saw me glancing with furtive embarrassment at this frame and laughed.

‘You are quite an innocent little thing and virginal aren’t you sissy?’

‘Yes Miss I am Miss, thank you Miss.’ I curtsied.

She patted my bottom, right on the butt plug base.

‘Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours with those images sissy, I’m sure you will learn all about them later on if your Mistress wants you too.’

 ‘Yes Miss thank you Miss.’ I curtsied again.

All the other ladies in this office knew about Miss A and Her house sissy. And were also actively interested in the lifestyle. In fact this office and company, and a whole network of other high powered establishments, were committed to advancing and facilitating the lifestyle. In some circles having a house sissy who performed the traditional housewife role was considered quite a normal and acceptable accessory for the modern liberated woman.

Wearing the chastity device & butt plug in the office was very exciting and distracting for me. Especially as the steadily increasing dosage of hormones took effect. I would go home on the subway squirming with excitement, and in danger of bursting into tears at any moment.

After my first week in the new office Miss A had commented on my tearful state and said pathetic sissies shouldn’t be alone on public transport, then She had kindly started taking me home in Her car or taxi after work most evenings.

This was still very nice for me as I often felt especially vulnerable and tearful on public transport. And I was quite pathetically  grateful to Her.

She would walk me to my door and wait for me to open the door and curtsy, before saying ‘Thank You and good evening Miss’.

She would always pat my bottom patronizingly after I curtsied  to Her before going inside. Always managing to pat my butt plug, making me very aware of it.

I would go inside in tears Wishing She would come inside just to keep me company but She never did, as I was already spoken for and not Her sissy, or an unattached sissy to amuse herself with.

The girls in the office as the Ladies liked to be called were all very nice to me, teasing and patronizing but nice.

They taught me how to apply nail varnish and lip gloss. Although no colours my nails were perfect and glossy as were my plushed lips. They brought me  a pair of black patent leather maids boots, similar to the white one from the club with pink soles. They also gave me a little highly polished fake leather jacket to wear. It was cut short at the waist and zipped to the girls side. When I went out at lunch for their lunches I wore the jacket and boots, but thankfully no apron. I also wore the jacket and boots and on the way home on the subway.

I did get some funny looks in the elevators and corridors of the office from the other men. But no comments and mostly they ignored me.

In the office whenever men were expected on our floor I was allowed to hurriedly remove my apron. Then one afternoon Miss A had a meeting with several male colleagues in Her office.

I had been in Her office cleaning Her desk when they arrived.

They immediately commented on my apron.

‘Does ‘she’ always wear such a pretty little apron ?’

‘Usually only when ‘she’ is serving drinks.’ Miss A replied to much laughter

I desperately wanted to run away and hide, instead Miss A had me fetch coffee for all the them.

One of the men patted my bottom as I served him coffee, right on the butt plug. I had squirmed and blushed. Miss A and he had exchanged smiles just before She excused me from the room.

One time The man who had commented on my apron came to the floor on his own to visit Miss A. I had removed my apron seeing him come out of the elevator but Miss A came out of Her office told me to put my apron back on and bring He and She coffees.

He had smirked at me when I entered with the coffees and patted my bottom when I served him his cup. My butt plug suddenly felt huge as he patted it making me very self aware of it.

“Very pretty in your apron.’

‘What do you say sissy?’

I looked at Miss A, not sure what to say.

‘Miss ?’

‘Say Yes Sir thank You Sir, sissy.’

I stammered ‘Thank you Sir…Yes Sir, Thank You Sir’

‘And curtsy sissy, Sir is a real man, not a sissy like you.’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

I curtsied  ‘Yes Sir, Thank You Sir’

He patted my bottom again.

‘Very good sissy’

I curtsied  ‘Yes Sir, Thank You Sir’

‘Good sissy, you are learning.’ Miss A said

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

‘You may go now sissy close the door after you.’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

The girls in the office kept me busy Miss A & Sir were in Her office for about an hour.

I was called in and told to fetch Miss A coffee and  a cigarette. Sir was leaving. They both looked very flushed and the room smelled quite strongly but sweetly of sweat. Miss A went out and chatted to the girls while I tidied Her office and sprayed air freshener and scent everywhere.

Sir was a regular visitor to the floor. One time when I was feeling very emotional I had burst into tears after serving them coffee and leaving them alone in Miss A office.

Two of the girls sat together at a desk and called me over.

‘I just cant help thinking about Miss A’s sissy waiting for Her at home.’

The two Ladies exchanged knowing looks and smiled. They gave me little glass of strong sherry. I wasn’t usually allowed alcohol.

‘You are a sweet innocent thing.’

They laughed patting my bottom, always managing to hit the base of my plug.

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

‘Of course her sissy is waiting at home, but she is locked up just like you sissy and will be busy with housework sissy.’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

‘You will understand properly soon enough sissy’

‘Yes Miss thank You Miss.’

They had sent me for coffee and biscuits to keep me busy.

 I spent the evenings in my flat busy at my chores & just longing for Mistress to call.

This went on for months and every week Mistress increased the dosage of my hormones. & every 3 weeks or so Mistress would send the delivery woman round with a smaller chastity device to swap with my current confinement. The hormones were making my already insignificant clitty and cherries get smaller and softer. Mistress called it Her little seraglio.

I had been mostly very content, at the office, with the girls  and meeting Mistress regularly at the club. Apart from being very emotional and tearful I enjoyed being told what to do in the office and the friendly teasing. One more than one occasion a couple of the girls said they would love to spank me, or to see Sir put me over his knee and spank me. I had found this idea to be very embarrassing as although I was happy to be a sissy with the girls and Mistress I wasn’t gay or bi and wasn’t at all comfortable around Sir.

Then one Monday morning I was informed that this was to be my last day at the office and I would be permanently moving in with Mistress as Her sissy maid.

The ladies in the office all had wine and cake to celebrate.

Because I was on a strict diet I wasn’t allowed any of the cake or wine but I did get to serve it.  

First meetings with Mistress

 

Mistress & I met first online on a sissy and dominant Ladies forum.

Sissies and would be sissies, had to submit photos, bio and statistics, and could post limited messages on some of the forums threads. But otherwise had to  wait patiently to be contacted.

Sissies were not allowed to contact Ladies, nor speak to a lady unless the sissy was replying to a Lady.

After Mistress contacted me we exchanged quite a flurry of messages.  Mistress had then asked me for some rather intimate measurements.

I was told that if I wanted ever to communicate with Her again, that the next time we messaged I should be wearing the device She was dispatching to me.

I was told not to touch myself except to clean and depilate, until the device was delivered.

The next morning a small box arrived delivered by a very pretty and smirking delivery lady in what seemed to be a rather overly sexy delivery uniform.

She had waited until I had opened the small box and the even smaller box inside. And I had put the tiny seeming, for the time being anyway, steel chastity device on. She had then put on some black latex gloves and  inspected the metal cage. Checking that is was snug and secure then  She had taken the key & left.

In all honesty if I hadn’t just been locked in a chastity cage I would have masturbated there and then. The delivery lady and Her uniform was just so sexy and the situation was so arousing.

I looked down at the sturdily locked device and squirmed. Feeling the arousal not only in the tiny cage but my heart and  breath tight in my chest.

In the box was also a medium sized butt plug and 7 little pink satin bags.

The tiny bags were for my intimates or clitty & sissy cherries as they were now to be called. And was to worn at all times over the cage.

The bags had an electronic tag on the draw string. I would have to account for every time the bag was undone.

The butt plug was to be inserted at all times too but Mistress was lenient and allowed me a couple of days acclimatization just keeping myself plugged in the flat.

After that I was to be plugged or penetrated at all times apart from toileting.

Plugged when walking in the street, on the subway and going to work.

That night Mistress invited me to an online chatroom and to a private room with Her.

We had a long conversation and I was given lots of instructions about my effeminine hygiene routines and how I was to behave and what I was allowed to do in general. Her rules were very strict.

My evenings were filled with housework, exercise and depilating & hygiene routines.. I was not allowed to watch the TV or use my computer to access the internet anymore. Only to listen to one channel on the radio, that constantly played sickly sweet romantic ballads, & waiting for Mistress to call. I was not allowed to call Her.

Mistress also started me on estrogen hormones from the very first day. Strong hormones approved by Her. They had the initial effect of making me feel quite horny, which combined with the frustration of the little chastity cage made me feel ever increasingly emotional and vulnerable.

I was instructed to go shopping the next day to certain shops and buy myself a full set of underwear. Satin panties and short satin chemises. In very pale pastel colours.

I was also told to buy myself some brushed satin slacks and fitted satin shirts for work & going out. These were all womens items but thankfully I was allowed to wear these in black.

These shops were approved by Mistress and were staffed by very attractive girls who flirted and teased me terribly while they helped me shop.

My hair which was nearly bob length and usually in a small discrete pony tail was from now on to be conditioned and worn loose.

I was very uneasy about my first day back at work, in my new clothes, in chastity and plugged too.

Mostly the guys at work left me alone, as I was quiet and shy not really very boyish. But some of the girls at work seeing my new look were all seemingly more friendly, almost flirty even . It was almost as if they knew about my chastity cage.

When I told Mistress about this She was very amused. Women can always spot a sissy She told me.   

That weekend Mistress and I  had met for the first time in person. At an exclusive ladies club in town. Meeting Her for the first time in person literally took my breath away. She  was so utterly gorgeous, totally sexy and confident. I couldn’t believe She had the slightest interest in someone like me.

There were other Mistresses with sissies in attendance at the club all the sissies wearing tight little PVC maids uniforms.

Mistress asked me teasingly if I liked the uniforms and if I wanted to wear one. It wasn’t really a question. While I was blushing and flustered She told me to go and put one on, and to get dressed properly.

I was given a tight fitting black PVC uniform complete with white PVC apron and headpiece. Also high heeled white patent leather maids booties. The soles of the boots were candy pink .The other girls had PVC uniforms in various pastel colours as well as black. Some of them also had PVC panties, matching the dresses.

I was Mistresses maid for the evening serving Her drinks and waiting on Her. We also spoke very briefly. But mostly it was just waiting on Her and orders to fetch drinks, snacks, ashtrays, clean the table, for the evening.

Partway through the evening most of the Ladies went into another room, The sissies serving in the outer room weren’t allowed to go into the other room.

I and the other  sissies were left to clean & polish the tables and clean up around the club.

Then we were told to stand facing the wall, in silence waiting for their Mistresses to reclaim them.

As we waited we  could hear quite plainly the sounds of laughter and enjoyment coming from the other room.

I heard one of the sissies whisper shush to another sissy.

Then suddenly a sharp swish and crack and a gasp of pain.

Then another sharp crack and a stifled squeal. 

‘Stand quietly sissy’

‘Yes Miss, thank You Miss.’

Then another sharp crack and a stifled squeal. 

Another sharp lash and another sobbing squeal of pain.

‘And you too sissy shush.’

‘Yes Miss, thank You Miss.’

‘And all of you squirm quietly on your plugs like a well behaved sluts.’

‘Yes Miss, thank You Miss.’ We all cried out, in unison humiliated and frightened

The woman holding the short riding crop walked away chatting casually  to another Lady who was supervising us. Both of them laughing derisively, leaving the 2 sissies in tears and the rest of us pale and trembling with fright.

Mistress and the other Ladies came out of the private rooms about an hour later. They all looked very happy and amused, there was also an air of sexuality about them.

Mistress had patted my PVC skirted bottom quite affectionately as I fetched Her and Her friends drinks. She always managed to pat the base of my plug when She patted my bottom.

Later in the evening Mistress was joined by some more friends I was very distressed and mortified to see that one of Her friends was one of the senior managers at my office.

We never spoke, in fact none of the other ladies spoke to me, except to order me to fetch them fresh drinks. But She looked me up and down and smiled. Later that evening Mistress & She had a long conversation, with lots of amused looks cast my way.

A little later on they were all chatting about going into the private room. I was told to wait for a taxi and to go home to bed.

She would be staying with Her friends at the club until late that evening.

I couldn’t sleep that night for thinking about Mistress & how lovely She was. Rolling about in my bed in the little pink satin nightie I had been told to wear to bed. Squirming helplessly locked in my cage.

Laundering Her panties

 With a selection of not always appropriate pictures

Mistress always wore such lovely silk panties and underwear.

All Her underwear was hand washed ironed and scented by me.

Mistress especially enjoyed sending me to wash Her panties after cunnilingus.

While I was still straining and squirming in my tiny cage and twisting and grinding on my still expanded butt plug.

And each pair was washed individually

Each pair had to be held in both hands and kissed softly with respect and love.

Not to lick or sniff inappropriately. But kissed with gratitude to be allowed to wash Her smalls

Each pair was to curtsied to before and after washing.

Before and after ironing.

Before and after scenting and folding.

Before and after placing neatly in Her dressing room drawers.

With each curtsy I was to say ‘Thank You Mistress.’

Whilst laundering Her panties I was always to remember that Mistress might take Her panties off for Her lovers male and female, or let them take Her panties off Her, so they could have sex. But when Mistresses took Her panties off for me, or I took them off Her, it was so that I could hand launder  them for Her.

I also took Mistresses panties off so She could enjoy sex with my tongue. Or pressing them between my lips  when She was pegging me, She loves my stifled moans and protests

Or stuffing the into my mouth before punishing me with Her  canes or crop. She enjoyed my muffled whimpers, my sobs of fear and pain.

And it was always my intimate chore to wash Her lovely panties afterwards.

‘Thank You Mistress.’

Visitors

 

Mistress would often have Her friend over for the afternoon.

They would drink wine and tease me a lot.

Laughing and discussing the next steps for my sissification.

As the hormones took effect my clitty & cherries were getting smaller & softer.

I couldn’t really get hard anymore just slightly swollen and uncomfortable in the cage

Mistress was often inspecting my chastity cage and changing the cage and the rings making them smaller.

Mistresses friend was often here when She did this.

And Miss would often put on black surgical gloves and inspect my cage.

Whenever Mistress came home or called me into a room I would kneel behind Her and softly kiss Her bottom, at least once on each cheek and between the cheek. Sometimes I would be allowed to kiss Her mons pubis too.

Most often through Her skirt, or panties, especially I was bringing Her a fresh pair.

But not usually when She was naked unless She wanted cunnilingus, or I was drying Her after a shower or bath.

Mistress liked to wear leather skirts and trousers and so did Her friend.

In fact all of Her dominant friends liked quite stylish sexy clothes.

I would spend lots of time polishing some of Mistress skirts so they we almost like patent leather.

Any female guest I had to greet with a curtsy then I knelt behind them and kissed them respectfully on each cheek.

Never between the cheeks and never on the front.

Mistress friend would delight in teasing me by wiggling Her bottom when I kissed it.

Because of being kept in strict chastity I had become hypersensitive to signs of Mistresses excitement, especially when kissing Her bottom.

The little quivers & ripples, also I must confess the scent of Her arousal.

Mistress had been pleased when I told Her.

She said it was perfectly ok for Her to anticipate Her pleasure.

But I could also sense some of the other ladies quivers of pleasure when I kissed their bottoms in greeting.

And I could really feel Miss’s excitement as She wiggled Her bottom teasing me in often in front of Mistress.

Also Miss would often bring one of Her male friends with Her.

I didn’t kiss his bottom but I had to deeply curtsy to him and call him Sir.

It was deeply embarrassing for me and Mistress and Miss would scold me & tell me to be very attentive to him.

Offering him drinks and asking if there was anything else I could fetch for him.

Mostly he would ignore my questions, sometimes he would tell me.

‘Be quiet sissy.’

‘Yes Sir thank You Sir’

And sometimes he would pat or even slap my bottom as I walked past him.

I always had to say

‘Thank you Sir’ in response.

He always seemed to have a massive erection which I couldn’t help but notice.

Miss told me that Her sissy would be sucking his cock when they went to Her house.

And that Her sissy always wore lots of shiny lip gloss so that Sir thought of fellatio as soon as Sir saw her.

That evening  Mistress made me start wearing lip gloss.

I also had to serve drinks and snacks by standing straight and bending down at the waist. So that my very short maids dress lifted up at the back exposing my bottom.

Sir certainly started slapping my bottom more frequently and harder after I started wearing lip gloss.

I was so embarrassed but Mistress told me my oral service was much better after Sir had visited with Miss.

At the moment my butt plug was the expandable type. Mistress always expanded it when I was orally serving Her & She made me squelch up and down on it in rhythm with my intimate licks and kisses.

Mistress would expand the dildo whenever we had visitors as She said it made me seem much more submissive & respectful.

And when Sir came round with Miss. She would always keep it expanded & Miss would always comment on how sweetly it made mince around in my little patent pink maids booties.

I would inadvertently grind on the plug, squirming and blushing with embarrassment in front of them and especially Sir with his huge barely concealed erection.

I could hear Mistress and Miss on the phone sometimes laughing at me and commenting that they could hear me squelching.

Once when I dared to ask Mistress about this and told Her that I was very embarrassed She caned me soundly then after I had pleasured Her to a very loud orgasm She lifted my eyes to Hers, my face wet with Her arousal and told me that things were progressing nicely.

Then had told me to hurry off and wash Her panties.   

 

Pegging and training

 

After my first milking Mistress had bought a new strap on. It was considerably larger and thicker than

the previous strap on.

I was also given a new larger plug in to wear daily.

She was also enjoying pegging me much more frequently.

Nearly every afternoon after She came home from work I would immediately be sent to fetch ‘the only large stiff one’ in the house or ‘her cock’.
Her new strap on also inserted inside Her so She could feel me grinding and pushing against it.

The second time we used it She climaxed loudly with it inside Her.

After that She naturally expected to orgasm every time.

Before pegging me She had rececently stated to delight in deep throated me with the dildo, enjoying pushing the thick head of the phallus deep into my mouth as i spluttered and  gagged, as foreplay to the pegging.

Then I would coat the strap on with thick lube and be locked in my cuffs.

Mistress would stuff Her soaked panties into my mouth to muffle my moans and whimpers when She pegged me.

My dildo plug was always replaced immediately after pegging.

I was to be kept penetrated at all times.

Usually after a pegging I would fetch Mistress a glass of wine then kneel between Her thighs for a slower follow up orgasm.

She would often use my mouth to pee into before i started to pleasure Her.

This was always very distressing for me because pegging made me very needy for the toilet, but Mistress strictly controlled when I was allowed to go.

I was instructed to squirm and squelch on my dildo in rhythm with my licks.

Then after She  had climaxed again I would be sent to hand wash Her panties and dismissed to my housework while She relaxed.

Mistresses friend often came round later in the afternoon and they would get while the afternoon away drinking and teasing me.

I had to always refer to Her as Miss and if any men friends came over to them as Sir. I was never allowed to use their names and I was always referred to as sissy.

When we were on our own Mistress preferred Miss.

Mistresses & Miss would often tease me discussing pegging and cunnilingus, and watching me squirm.

Miss told me that if I was Her sissy I would fetching ‘Her cock’ very frequently for my lovely tight ass. Or Her crop and often both.

Especially after they both observed my habit of smoothing my apron down after I curtysied and hesitating slightly when my hands went over the slight bulge of my chastity cage.

They made me very self conscious about it and I would blush quite furiously now as they watched me.

It was very lovely and effeminate they laughed and teased.

Miss also told me Her sissy nearly always got a good pegging after She had been round here for an afternoon.

She also promised to take Mistress shopping for amongst  other items, a bigger, stiffer strap on, a similar sized dildo plug for me, smaller chastity cages and some nice stingy crops.

 

After my first milking Mistress checked my nightime panties every morning.

If I had leaked even the tiniest amount of precum She would cane me before Her shower.

Mistress always said sissies only dribbles or drip a tiny amount of thin weak precum but even that was improper for sissies and  totally unacceptable.

Often Mistress would enjoy cunnilingus in the morning after caning me.

Or if She was feeling more leisurely a long queening session.

Then I would undress Her for Her shower and towel Her dry afterwards, before preparing Her breakfast.

Sometimes I was allowed into the shower to clean Her but usually in the morning She preferred  to shower alone, whilst I hurried around cleaning and tidying.

After breakfast I would help Mistress dress for the day.

Then I would kiss Her bottom, curtsy and say goodbye to Her for the day.

I was not allowed to leave the house and the doors were kept locked

I would wave to Her wistfully, quite tearfully from the window as She drove off to work.

She very rarely acknowledged my waves.

Then I would start my housework.

My first chore was hand washing Her soft silk nightwear and any of Her other lovely silk smalls.

Then I would hand wash Her silk sheets and bedding.

These would all be ironed perfectly smooth later.

These intimate chores would make me ache & long for Her so much that I would find myself bursting into tears at the slightest thing, I felt so needy and pathetic.

Or squelching tightly on my butt plug, almost literally choking with desire for Her.

I had lots of chores to keep me very busy all day. Cleaning the house and polishing everything in it from top to bottom, before She came home.

Everything had to be scrubbed and polished by hand, no labor saving devices were permitted.

I also had to perform all my chores in my prettiest maids dresses and keep my uniform spotlessly clean.

And no matter how careful and meticulously I checked everything Mistress could always find something remiss to punish me for when or if it pleased Her to.

Mistress said that because women been forced into menial, traditionally  deemed feminine work. Totally unjustly and inappropriately for real women.

It was totally appropriate and fitting that effeminate sissies should perform these chores and be strictly disciplined if these chores were not  performed perfectly.

Mistress often laughed that the only cleaning devices She needed were Her canes or Her crop. And that nothing gleamed and smelled as sweet and fearfully clean as sissy clean.

Mistress worked as She pleased so She could come home at any time. So from the moment She left in the morning I was kept very busy and bustling hastily with my housework.

When She was at home I was rarely allowed to attend to or to bother Her. There was always lots more chores to be busy with.

But very occasionally I was allowed to sit with Her or kneel besides Her at Her feet, to talk. Or between Her thighs to please Her.

The only chore that  She regularly supervised. And enjoyed  watched me perform was hand washing Her panties. Usually immediately after I had pleasured Her. And usually while i was grinding and squirming hapless on my butt plug. Which was still fully enlarged, and my mouth and nose were still soaked with Her excitement. She would change Her panties quite regularly during the day and She would enjoy sending me off to wash them after orally pleasing Her. 

It was a lovely intimate chore for sissies, & quite delectably humiliating She often told me.

Amused and enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, patting my bottom patronizingly. While I  squirmed in frustration on my oversized butt plug, locked  in my  tiny chastity cage