1. A Sissies Journey - Beginnings

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Sissy and the humbler

 

Ms was visiting Mistress and Miss again for afternoon drinks in the lounge with the patio doors open and the AC on full. I had been summoned back and forth from my chores in the scullery with no open windows or AC to fetch chilled wine and snacks. Then Ms and Mistress said I should stay in attendance. Ms was telling Mistress and Miss about Her household of sissies.

Ms enjoyed using the humbler frequently on Her sissies. A short curved bar that locks around the balls and holds the bar against the backs the legs,  and balls taut and swollen behind the wearer. The wearer is unable to move without pain and discomfort, and is completely incapable to stand or straighten up, very humiliating. Its  a device more frequently used on the bdsm scene or for punishment. But as always it’s the superiors choice where, when and how often it is used.

When She was enjoying one of Her sissies in the nighttime, the other sissies would kneel facing the wall in the bedroom, behind a thick curtain that kept them in total

darkness, but hearing everything, all Ms’s cries of pleasure and orgasm. The sissies would usually be in cuffs, behind the small of the back and sometimes pantie gagged but more often cock gagged. The rigid exaggerated cock shaped dildo’s in sissies bottom and mouth kept  at maximum size. So that they would constantly squirm and gag on the cocks. Ms would often lock all the other sissies in the humblers for the night as well. In the cuffs, and gagged face down on the floor humbler rearward and slightly raised. The row of pairs of tiny cherries looking quite swollen and sweet. Although feminized sissies balls are always petite and tiny, the humbler made them seem slightly swollen. Ms would sometimes would cup and fondle them, then sometimes  suddenly slap them hard against the flat surface of the humbler. Sissy would start and rear slightly but be thoroughly constrained by the intense pain of trying to move in the humbler. Or She would use a wide paddle, still firm but slightly supple so it slapped that much more, causing the sissies to squeal into their gags. It was quite delicious, She laughed.

Considered by Her and some more older and experienced owners  an enjoyable and satisfying  base level of corrective distress. 

If Ms had a boyfriend over, He might check on the sissies behind the curtain and paddle them too before closing the curtain. They would squeal and cry out so loudly even on their massive cock gags in intense pain and humiliation. The way the cuffs and the humbler forced the sissies to kneel, meant that they had kneel face down with one cheek to the slightly padded leather floor mat In this position the sissies found it impossible to look behind them, and even when the curtain was fully open in that position they were still in gloom and darkness. The curtained area was very small and they were squeezed together, Ms insisted they always all face the same way. She would soon be getting some leather gang bang or rape hoods that were used in the clubs for Her sissies.

The full bag hoods were fully enclosed and buckled shut around the throat. Often black or baby pink

patent leather inside and out but fully breathable, they were however very damply warm and stifling to wear. Especially so if you were under exertion or being fucked. Some of the designs included a either a ball gag or a cock gag but most designs allowed you to use your own preferred gag, usually panties or cock for sissies. In the clubs they were popular for gang bangs, there was also a variant of the hood for spit roasting sissies. And the sissies could be hooded taken to a room with a party of Men, bent over her ass split, then dismissed sticky and used still in the hood, never knowing who had enjoyed her tight little bottom. Or on occasion if sissy was being pimped out individually, hooded taken to meet her, well her owners customer, enjoyed and returned still in the hood, kept gagged too the whole time if preferred. Some Men liked this and paid extra some did not but still paid very handsomely to enjoy an ultra obedient, ultra femme sissy, especially one who thanked you submissively after sex or as she was licking you clean, as sissy always did.  

 

 

Ms or Her boyfriend would stand behind the kneeling sissies while they squirmed in helpless fright.  Looking down at them, maybe in silence or laughing and chatting with each other, maybe testing the slap of the paddle loudly against a palm. The sissies would kneel in hot funk waiting for paddle or open palm slap, not knowing who would be first, or how many strokes they would get it, was usually at least 2. Sometimes after looking at their rears for a while the curtain would just be closed again. Leaving the maids in constant state of uncertainty and anxiety, the sissies always knew He or She would nearly always be back later.

Or the first slap and squeal, the heavily muffled spasm of misery would cause all of the maids to panic in total wretched fright, choking fearfully on their gags, on the breath in their chests, hopelessly wishing for absolutely anything else but what they knew was coming. Muffled pleading and squealing in terror, into their gags. 

  

The plum paddle as it sometimes called by Miss is slightly softer, than most paddles. Designed so as to be slightly supple and so thwack that much effectively. Most whips and disciplinary devices are black or red. But these paddles are usually  pastel or baby  pink, just like most sissies smooth, soft cherries sometimes are. The often have a heart shaped motif on the flat leather blade, on closer inspection it is a pair of sissy plums  in a hanging heart shape. And sometimes the handle might be phallic shaped with flattened testes at the base of the haft. Sissy can kiss both the blade and then this base to thank Mistress or Sir before after discipline, as desired. The paddle itself has a satisfying loud unmistakable slap or thwack. Every sissy hearing, or just imagining,  that sound will spasm and choke in fright. Visibly paling and trembling under her aproned uniform.

The paddle hanging prominently displayed in or near the small curtained area, hanging next to rack of pink humblers. The sissies if they are to be restrained in the humbler will be unable to look away from the hanging paddle, when they are instructed to fetch the flat pink bar. Ms will often instruct the sissies to kiss the paddle as they fetch the devices.  The paddles like all of Ms's implements, toys, and indeed everything in Her house would be kept scrupulously &  immaculately clean. However sissy kissing the paddle would be unable, in her own fervid imagination, not to smell and taste, her own fear, sissies useless plums in  the pink leather.  

For the sissies wearing tight satin panties with their night lingerie, there was an extra delicious humiliation. 

Usually they are paddled through the pink satin or bareback with the panties pulled down  slightly. Then the tight elastic would be snapped painfully back into place. eliciting a final agonized but deliciously intimate squeal. It was all so enjoyable, for the superior that is.  

If one sissy had been  selected to serve the pair of lovers earlier. She would have Her black maids uniform on over Her pink night wear, stockings, booties, headpiece and apron. She would stand facing the wall while the lovers had sex, then fetch drinks change sheets and lingerie for Mistress. Lick her superiors  clean in between sex, like a good maid. And the end of the night she was usually pushed into position with the other maids and once in the humbler paddled too, as a reward for her attentive obedient service. She would be even hotter and stickier than the other sissies wearing both Her uniform and night lingerie, but that didn’t matter to Ms. Often she would wear the same uniform for the next days service.

Also early in the evening after the other sissies were kneeling in the humblers waiting for the curtain to be closed. She might also be instructed to kneel behind the other sissies and kiss the other maids tiny swollen cherries either through their satin panties, or sometimes bareback so to speak. A sissies cherries were always hairless and so soft and smooth, quite pretty now they were superfluous.  

Paddling the sissies cherries always Ms so wet and Her boyfriend would be rock hard too. Ms had laughed, Mistress and Miss cooed and giggled appreciatively. Though some boyfriends were occasionally a little bit squeamish about the whole thing and went a bit soft and flaccid. Needless to say Ms didn’t tolerate this. They were quickly shown the door.

Behind the now closed curtain the sissies would moan and whimper but timidly quietly, not daring to disturb  Ms and Her boyfriend having sex. The sissies could hear each other and smell the intense reek of sex and hot clammy fear as they squirmed behind the thick curtain. The curtain cut off the AC in that part of the room, by design. The sissies were either still in uniform or in glossy babydoll or teddy style nightwear that were very hot and sticky too. They would squirm helpless and wait till they were summoned to serve again or till the next morning.

Ms did say She could sometimes just about hear the sissies faint whimpers as they and their squirming

as She fucked Her boyfriend, which She always found very arousing. Though occasionally She would draw back the curtain and punish the sissies too for their whimpers, which She found most enjoyable too. Or She would encourage Her boyfriend to punish the sissies and enjoy watching. Watching sissies tiny cherries thwack and flatten on the flat surface of the humbler bar and sissies squeal.  Ms patted my bottom firmly laughed and made a clacking sound with Her tongue at which  both Mistresses and Miss laughed at my evident distress and discomfort as I curtsied.

“Oh I will have to sissy sit for you sometime sissy, or have you stay over for a few days.”

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.” I just about managed to say, choking with fright as I curtsied.

“Isn’t she sweet, aren’t you sweet sissy?” Ms said to Mistress and me.

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”

“I just love being extra strict with sweet pretty sissies.”

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.” I curtsied.

Mistress patted my bottom and instructed me to pour more wine.

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

Ms continued telling Mistress and Miss how She frequently enjoyed the humbler for cunnilingus, and sometimes for a pegging too, although the bar was sometimes too much in the way for Her enjoyment as She thrusted. Similarly for Her male friends who enjoyed Her sissies ass. The rigid bar would make it a little awkward and uncomfortable for them. Though not as uncomfortable or distressing as it was for the sissies.

A caning or cropping on the bottom or the back of the legs, was also most amusing if sissy was in the humbler. Mostly sissies were restrained over a bench or similar platform for the crop. It just being too painful not to inadvertently move or break position. Similarly curtsy cuffs for a caning, was apart from the obvious sting of the canes, very distressing for sissy as if She broke position the whole punishment would be repeated if not doubled. However sissy was unable to move in the humbler, so the satisfaction of strictly disciplining her was enhanced greatly.  And of course the sissies cherries would not usually  be spared.

Often & very especially in the summer heat Ms would have Her sissies scrub and polish Her tiled floors in locked in cuffs, the cuffs incidentally were nearly always used to keep sissies hands firmly behind her back.  The maids would be holding the cleaning implements, small brushes, which made the chores laborious, held in their mouth. And panties for polishing similarly held in their mouths. The panties used for cleaning would have to be kept undamaged so they could be washed and worn the next day.  On these more domestic occasions the sissies would wear satin maids panties over the device, for modesty and decorum. After all guests don’t

want to see sissies plums or bared bottom, and especially such pathetically small cherries. Wearing tight satin panties actually made the cross bar feel even more uncomfortable for the sissies. Sticky and distressing, but the cherries were very sweet pressed tight against the pink fabric and so tempting for the paddle. She did use Her crop too if She pleased but She found the flat firm paddle more satisfying for this purpose. Guests were not discouraged from patting or slapping the sissies as they walked past. Ms generally discouraged kicking sissy out the way as that was slightly uncouth, though She had on occasion done this for Her own amusement

The humbler was enjoyable for all these moments, for Her rather than the sissies.

Ms laughed that She enjoyed seeing the sissies in humbler so much and that the only reason She didn’t use the horrid devices all the time was that She delighted in imposing it on Her sissies randomly as punishment or humiliation, or more often just because She felt like it. The look on sissies face when she was sent to fetch the pink plastic humbler bar, unable to contain her frightened tears, was enough to make Ms ready for cunnilingus, which was usually the point,  or at the very least need to change Her panties.

Like the kali teeth devices that Mistress favoured. Although the sharp spikes were a constant feature, Ms would vary the sharpness and length of the spikes, how many rows of teeth as She saw fit. Often Ms would disallow the sissies to pee in an evening but tell them not to worry about any improper lack of softness or inevitable swelling caused by the need to pee. She would be increasing the sharpness and tightness teeth so that sissy would remain properly flaccid at all times. This was purely psychological, auto suggestion and conditioning, but the sexual distress was just as intense for Her maids.

The humbler and kali teeth unlike other aspects of sissies discipline were never envied. Curiously and

quite pathetically sissies would be glad and relieved but also at the very same time get hotly jealous if they thought another sissy was being more strictly disciplined than they were, even if the cropping or caning was evidently very painful. And as much as they would tearfully profess and insist  that is forced bi,. The sissies were always so jealous if another maid got to suck Sirs cock or be fucked by Sir. Or be put over Sirs knee for a humiliating spanking. Not so with the humbler bar or the teeth, the sissy was in constant vulnerable dread of both and would wish to be anywhere rather than in her position at that present moment. Which is why Ms so enjoyed imposing both.     

Much like the kali teeth bracelet Mistress and Miss weren’t really in favour of these devices for sissies as in most female superiors opinions, it gives too much attention and emphasis to a sissies redundant clitty or cherries. Sissy should really just be firmly encouraged to forget about their pathetic appendages. Mistress said She hadn’t quite decided

yet whether She preferred to see my clitty tiny and flaccid but occasionally swelling uncomfortably in my chastity. Or just totally forever soft and tiny, there wasn’t very much difference between either option, and  was just a matter of hormones. Miss had recently decided on the latter and punished sissy severely if She saw or even thought  there was any sign of inappropriate swelling no matter how flaccid.    

But Mistress and Miss were highly amused by Ms’s stories. and also intrigued by Ms’s new auto conditioning routine that could cause a sissy to experience the humbler sensation without the physical devices.

I could tell by the slight shifts in their seats and a general faint glow of all the ladies that all 3 were slightly aroused as well as amused by the conversation. Sissies can always and had better always know and anticipate their superiors moods and wishes, especially intimately. Ms seemed especially aroused and it seemed by the prospect of putting me under discipline or in one Her devices, more so than anything else.

I was so flustered and anxious all day. And in fact when as Ms was leaving later and I had knelt behind Her and  kissed Her bottom She wiggled suggestively against my lips. And told me That I had kissed Her bottom very sweetly.

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”

“I can tell that you are looking forward to me looking after you for a month or longer, while your owner enjoys a vacation,  much as I am anticipated it sissy.”

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”

“And not to be too worried about missing serving Mistress intimately sissy. My boyfriend comes over regularly and He will love that little mouth and ass sissy.”

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”

“That pretty face of yours will be kept nice and sticky and your panties well creamed too sissy.”

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.”

After Ms’s last visit with Her boyfriend, I squelched with fear and excitement at that. It wasn’t just auto

suggestion, He was just so big and had cum so powerfully both in my mouth and bottom and with His big hard palms spanked me so soundly.

“You can look forward to that as well as the humbler, the paddle and my other little toys sissy.”

I trembled & felt myself pale  fright at the thought of Her boyfriend with the paddle behind me in the humbler,  

“Yes Ms, thank You Ms.” I whimpered then curtsied flustered and frightened.

She had patted my bottom firmly and left.

Miss stayed and after the two ladies had teased me for getting so flustered and excited, left me standing facing the wall until they wanted service.

Miss had also teased me that She was considering inviting Her boyfriend round to enjoy my flustered

state, but He was busy today He and 3 of His friends were round at Her house drinking beers and fucking Her sissy while She was out for the day. Or maybe She should invite them all round? And that if I was Her sissy I would be fetching the strap-on very soon, and the crop.

After Miss left Mistress had indeed caned me, for good measure and for getting so flustered with Ms. She didn’t want me to kneel between Her thighs this evening though, even though I could tell She was aroused. I was sent hurrying back to my chores. Then later after I was allowed to toilet and have my evening shower and my enema I helped Her get ready to go out for the evening. I was told to clean and tidy the house, then put my pink babydoll nightie on, lock myself in the cuffs, once I had put them on I am unable to remove them. And to kneel facing the bedroom wall till and if She returned later. Quite often on these occasions if She returned home very late She would find that I had slipped over into sleep. Mistress was usually quite forgiving and tender on these instances, but not always.

Tonight She came home late alone and hot and wet as I knelt between Her thighs. After Her orgasmic waves  had subsided I spooned Her adoringly, lovingly as She went to sleep, I did so wish She had wanted to peg me though, tonight of all nights I wanted to feel Her inside me. Instead I squirmed on my still engorged plug and slept fitful, constantly waking from nightmares about Ms and the humbler.

Mistress wasn’t very talkative in the morning, She often isn’t over breakfast. But after She dressed and was nearly ready to leave for work, I had curtsied and kissed Her bottom, She did kiss my cheek and patted my bottom lovingly as She left to go to work. I so ached and squirmed for Her to return as I started on my housework.

Harem fantasies

 

Mistress was relaxing on the couch. It had been a very hot day. She had gone to the beach with Her boyfriend. Earlier I had gotten so very excited helping Her choose what to wear. In the end She had chosen a lovely pair of matt leather shorts and a filmy silk blouse, She looked lovely as always. I had gotten so very excited that Mistress had said She had considered caning me, or cock gagging me for the day. But in the end announced that it was a little to late for me to toilet this morning, having spent so much time getting Her ready. And She had left my dildo plug at its largest maximum setting, for my chores today. When Sir came round He looked at me squirming as I served them drinks and I could see He was getting excited himself. But I wasn’t sure if it was Mistresses outfit or my glossy fellatio lips that was making Him swell so much. He had ever so slightly cupped Mistresses bottom in His big hands so confidently sensually, in just the way She liked as they started to leave. She had turned to Him with a giggle and told Him huskily, not here, maybe later, or maybe later you can fuck sissy.

Then I had curtsied to them and knelt down to kiss Her bottom. She had wiggled Her bottom quite

fetchingly on my lips. I couldn’t help but  tell She was aroused. I was so close to Her I could smell the lovely smell of Her. Then standing again I had curtsied to both of them, and Sir had cupped my bottom, but much more firmly and then with a hard pat that was almost a slap, dismissed me.

“Get on with your chores sissy.” Mistress told me closing the door

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I said curtsying as the door closed.

Then I had hurried back to my housework.

Mistress often randomly inspected the AI activated video feed, so I didn’t dare tarry, it was not becoming in a sissymaid.

Sir had dropped Mistress off late in the afternoon, and I had attended Her whilst She had  a bath. Using the soft scrapper and loofah, while She lay back and relaxed, listening to music. Then after drying Her and kissing Her bottom lovingly She had put on a silk lacy house negligee and gone downstairs to sit in lounge with the patio doors open and the AC keeping Her cool. I had served Her chilled white wine and some light sweet pastries and  hurried off to the hot and stuffy laundry room to begin hand washing Her clothes.

Now later in the afternoon, early in the evening I was kneeling at Her side, She allowed me to look up above Her waistline and told me to remove Her panties, it was still very warm. I was still in my close fitting satin maids uniform with its clingy petticoats and buttoned up peter pan collar. Looking perfect & pretty in my uniform for Mistress and Her guests was so much more important than any slight discomfort for Her sissymaid. The black silk was quite damp and Mistress was quite hot and wet. She had been with Her boyfriend all day but kept Him teased and horny all day. She not being in the mood for indulging Him today. It pleased Her to tease and keep Her boyfriends on edge until She was ready. And Her sissy in strict chastity, so I was always attentive and desperately loving for Her intimate pleasure.

Mistress lifted the hem of Her negligee and allowed me to kiss Her inner thighs softly and slowly while we chatted.

We were talking about slave  girls who were always kept hot and needy to please their Master. And how

they would compete jealously to serve Him and be so  desperately orgasmic. Aching for Him inside them. Clinging so helplessly as He came inside them as they climaxed in submissive ecstasy. Feeling themselves melting around Him into Him. Then forlornly licking and sucking cleaning Him so lovingly afterwards. Hoping to keep Him hard to please Him with fellatio once more before He went to sleep. As He fell asleep they swallowed His cum adoringly then if they were favoured slept in His arms, squirmed and slept in His arms. Mostly He would keep her still locked in the love bracelets a delicate waist chain and cuffs set that kept her wrists behind her for fellatio and sex, when He went to sleep. She was not permitted to touch Herself, except for His amusement. Very similar to the pink leather belt and cuff set Mistress used for pegging me, or Sir used for fellatio and anal sex with me. The heart shaped links delicate and pretty were nonetheless inescapable and as obdurate as my pink cuffs. Not that she nor I the sissymaid would ever think to be anything other than totally intimate obedient to our superiors sexual pleasure.

Often He would leave her gagged  with her panties, while He slept. The same panties He muffled Her squeals moans while He enjoyed Her intimate penetration. Sometime she might be kept gagged until He had cum and her helpless climax had subsided. Sometimes He might ungag her at the last moment, as they both came so she could sob her helpless submission to Him as wave after wave of orgasm swept over her.

While He slept she would cling close to Him and His cock, trying with her body warmth to keep Him at least semi erect against her body through the glassy pleasure silks. Maybe softly rubbing her cleavage along His shaft. If she was left ungagged she might kiss Him softly as He slept, tremulously needy. Aching for Him to wake but fearful of His displeasure if  waking Him. Longing for the morning when she might be properly permitted to wake Him with her mouth. Then to swallow and be sent to her chores. How wonderful to be Him to be woken like that to see her eyes looking up lovingly at His as she licked and kissed, sucked Him so obediently so adoringly. And His hot harem of houris all aching and competing fervently to be in her place.

Mistress quite enjoyed this little fantasy and She and Her friends savoured  endlessly teasing me with it.

Because She knew it had been one of my favourites too. Always confused emotionally sexually whether I ached to be the satisfied owner of this delicious harem of sexual pleasure, or one of the slave girls to please and serve perfectly or be punished. 

Of course now a sissymaid in Her chastity it was obvious that wherever my proclivities had inclined before. I was now one of the latter or lesser. For Her pleasure only, and that of Her boyfriends who She enjoyed watching me suck or be fucked by them as foreplay to Her own pleasure.

And how perfect and appropriate it was for me to please Her or Him with my mouth, kept tiny in chastity, and dismissed after sex to my housework. How lovely for me to hand wash Her panties after She had orgasmed on my tongue, the memory of Her hot wetness making me squirm and squelch helplessly as performed my most intimate chore. Or my bottom slapped after sex with Sir as I minced back to my chores. How lovely and perfect for the sexually humiliated sissymaid.

And how wonderful it was for Her or for Him to be them, totally sexually satisfied whenever they pleased. Cane or crop firmly in hand so my domestic and intimate service was perfect for them. Loving but kept under strict discipline to ensure my total attentive obedience.

And while the slavegirls in the fantasies did sometimes climax and orgasm, however helplessly and submissively in ecstasy for their Masters or Mistresses pleasure. Sissymaids are not permitted to cum, or climax, as that would detract not only from their attentive obedience and the performance of their domestic chores, even if only for a brief time, post sissygasm.  But also from the enjoyment of my superior in knowing that I was squirming and aching as I pleased Her or Him. Breathlessly orgasmic, on the very edge of climax.

How glad Mistress was to be Her and not one such as me.  

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered quite hotly.

When it was just She and I, I was to call Her Miss rather than Mistress, as She felt that was more

intimate.

She was very wet now, but She finished off Her wine and sent me for a refill. Just for the pleasure of watching me, knowing I was so excited, struggle to my feet and curtsy, gracefully and perfectly. Then watch me as I minced to the kitchen and returned with Her wine.

When I returned She patted my head and stood up to go to the loo. Sometimes She enjoyed peeing into my mouth and sometimes like today She didn’t. But even so it made me squirm and ache as I had not been allowed to toilet yet today. Mistress often teased or punished me this way as it had been found that sissies could be not allowed to pee for up to 3 days with no damage but lots of squirmy discomfort. And it was quite enjoyable for Sir if we were very squirmy when He spanked or fondled our bottoms.

She smiled at me as She sat back down as if to emphasize Her relief and to accentuate my discomfort and took a sip of Her wine.

Then She lifted the hem of Her negligee and pulled me close to Her.

“Curtsy cuffs sissy, or maybe should I send you for the leather cuffs ?” She whispered quite huskily almost to Herself.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I replied in my squeaky sissy voice but also very huskily.

She looked own at me as if surprised by my answer.

“Yes curtsy cuffs sissy, for now sissy.”

Curtsy cuffs meant that I had to hold the hem of my dress as if curtsying until given permission to let

go. Mistress liked it for cunnilingus and if She spanked me, sometimes for caning too. Though She often She used the pink leather cuffs for punishment, and pegging, but also often for cunnilingus too. It all depended on Her fancy. Needlessly to say if I broke curtsy cuffs I would find myself in the leather cuffs for a severe punishment. I was always in the locked in the cuffs when serving Sir.  

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She parted Her thighs that much more and then slipped the damp hem of Her slip over my head

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered lovingly.

After She had climaxed I fetched Her a clean negligee and another glass of wine and was allowed to stay between Her thighs kissing Her softly while I cleaned and dried Her. She did give me a little drink of Her hot pee straight into my mouth too. I didn’t fetch Her a fresh pair of panties. It was way to warm for panties wasn’t it sissy, She teased me as I squirmed in my chastity and on my plug in my hot tight satin panties.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Mistress opened Her phone to chat to one of Her friends. The camera was turned to me so I could curtsy and say hello to Miss. Her own sissy was behind Her quietly facing the wall, waiting to serve.  I was sent away to wash Mistresses  panties while She chatted.

Later in the bathroom Mistress watched me as I had my evening enema, showered and then powdered and moisturized myself. Then put on my glassy pink baby doll nightdress, then my makeup. I wasn’t permitted to toilet again.

I fetched Mistress another wine and She watched me as I changed Her black silk sheets. Making sure they were perfectly smooth and totally crease free, almost like a mirror exactly as She liked.

Mistress was enjoying Her wine and was ebullient and expansive. She and Her friend had been chatting about how in the future Mistresses and Masters would have a household of sissies for their domestic service and intimate pleasure.

Ideally at least 10 per household. There were plenty of eager sissies who would be cajoled, enticed into service. Sissy maids who  neither deserved their own volition nor orgasms. But would serve their owners so desperately lovingly and be happy to do so.

In such households sissies would need to be supervised physically or using AI.

In some cases the sissies could be self supervised. With a first girl or maid temporarily appointed to keep track of the maids as they worked. She would be summoned at the end of the day for her report and any imperfection punished, she would be punished too, but would never dare try to conceal anything from her owner. Or Mistress might employ a house Miss or Ms to supervise the sissies they would of course be allowed expected to punish the sissies physically. In some cases where the Mistress had a dominant/submissive relationship with the Miss. The Miss might be dressed as a maid but be quite obviously the head maid or even maids, compared to the sissy maids. In some cases the sissies might also be expected to serve the female maids intimately. In some cases just pegging but also maybe more rarely cunnilingus too. In all cases the sissymaids would be subject to corporal punishment.

In some household the sissies would be restricted to manual & menial housework & chores suitable for

their status. In other households sissies might be taught to cook and expected to cook and prepare delicious and excellently presented dishes. In most cases though sissies role in the kitchen was menial, peeling and washing food and pots, dishes etc, supervised by a professional kitchen head and chef. The chef usually female would be quite vanilla but would come to appreciate and enjoy the service of the sweet obedient sissies and punishing them or sending them to be punished if that service fell short of even the tiniest of expectations. 

Of course the sissies wouldn’t allowed to chat or gossip while they were busy with their chores and sometimes would be kept cock gagged. But they might also be expected to talk breathlessly while they worked. About how much they loved their chores and pleasing Mistress. How much they deserved and loved being kept in chastity and plugged. How corporal punishment was painful and fearful but perfect for sissies and how much they loved being kept under perfect discipline. If as most were being force femmed how much they loved the pretty uniforms and dresses. And for forced bi how much they loved sucking Sirs cock and swallowing His cum obediently. How they loved struggling utterly futilely as He bent them over and spreading and splitting their tight little bottoms. No matter how shamed and reluctant they were. Being expected to repeat, elaborate and emphasize these little phrases. Until they were helplessly hot with shame and with both sexual arousal and sexual fear for their owners exploitation and pleasure. At this point Mistress or Master might come into where the sissies were working and instruct them to hurry up and work quietly. One or more sissy might be punished. Then leaving them to work in a hot state of sex and fear, totally vulnerable and lovely.

Mistress came over and inspected the sheets, pressing and running Her fingertip across the sheen.

“Crease free &  adequate for today sissy, no need for my canes this evening.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” 

I gulped in fright at the mention of Her canes and curtsied. I so hoped to be allowed to please Her on that bed tonight.

“You may kneel and kiss my bottom sissy”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered so hotly kneeling behind Her and kissing Her on both cheeks then intimately between Her cheeks. Hotly but respectfully. She wriggled Her bottom then with a sigh and a self satisfied giggle twisted round, around on my face so She was facing me but obviously looking down at me. Then She pushed me down onto the bed and sat on my face, grinding on my tongue and lips till She climaxed loudly.

“Change the sheets sissy.” She told me as She slipped off me, off the bed and into the shower.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I was so desperately hot now.

I dried Her when She got out of the shower.

She inspected the sheets again and declared Herself satisfied.

“You may dress me now sissy.”

“Ohh Miss, Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I am going out with my friends sissy, I will most likely not be back till tomorrow afternoon sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I was nearly in tears

“But my boyfriend is coming over tonight.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“He was quite horny this afternoon, so I didn’t want to disappoint Him, and you will be a good sissymaid for Him wont you sissy ?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”  I said feeling very emasculated & vulnerable now.

“I told Him how excited you were this morning so He is sure to give you a good spanking sissy as always sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And lots of lip gloss so He sees you in terms of pleasure too sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“You will squirm nicely for Him wont you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered already feeling His hands fondling and groping me.

She went to the loo again as if to remind me how swollen and squirmy I was already.

I helped Mistress dress in a lovely silk slip evening dress, She was only going out with Her friends but

always liked to dress sexily, and in case She never knew what might happen. I knew that that She would often enjoy one of the sissies in the club. That made me feel so jealous and full of feeble sissy pique, or She might go back with one of Her friends, Mistress was quite happily bi.

Often She wore this dress without panties but tonight She had a special pair that were so fine and lovely they were like wearing none. I kissed Her lingeringly on the bottom so wanting Her to change Her mind but knowing She wouldn’t.

Then She left me kneeling facing the wall while She finished applying Her makeup.

“Oh sissy, after Sir has enjoyed your little ass,  if you cant sleep and are feeling very excited in the night you can beg Sir to let you suck His cock again.”

Mistress teased me, knowing that Her boyfriends often woke me in the night or fellatio.

“That will help Him relax wont it sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Though He might spank you again for being so needy and naughty sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“But you will deserve that wont you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Mistress taxi arrived and I curtsied and kissed Her bottom. She locked me in the cuff set and left me kneeling facing the wall in Her bedroom. She had recently had  a short thick leather curtain installed here that could be buckled shut. Just like the slave alcoves in your favourite stories sissy. Mistress sometimes like to send me to kneel here if She was with Her lover in the bedroom. Though more often She liked me to busy ironing Her panties or Her other most intimate lingerie.

Mistress had told me that Her friend Miss often charged some of Her male friends to fuck Her sissy. She would often take Her sissy out to arrange such liaisons, Her sissy had  a tiny little handbag that they would put the money into and then hand over to Miss. Sissy wasn’t allowed to open or look inside the little valise naturally. Although the physical money was symbolic, nobody uses cash anymore, it was indicative of how much He had really paid to and enjoyed Her service, so if the amount was unsatisfactory sissy would be punished.

 

Mistress pushed a pair of Her panties into my mouth and patted my bottom and then closed the curtain and turned the light off, leaving me kneeling in the darkness. Her boyfriend would most likely be an hour or so yet. The curtained recess was stuffy and combined with the strong smell of the leather, reeked of sex and fear.

Although I barely dared admit it to myself I was aching to please Sir to look up at Him as I obediently sucked His cock, swallowed His cum. Though I still felt totally humiliated and emasculated when He bent me over and fucked me. Likewise when Mistress pegged me, I was so nearly in orgasm thinking about it, nearly feeling Him throbbing and cumming inside me.

In the darkness I  squirmed and squelched totally vulnerable and helpless, waiting for Sir.