Mistress

 

Later that afternoon Mistress arrived home and I was allowed to open the door to Her with a curtsy and to kiss Her bottom. Then to take Her office jacket. She was wearing a midi length matt leather skirt and matching short jacket, very businesslike but also very stylish and sexy. The taste and smell of the leather, mixed with Her perfume  as I kissed Her bottom was quite intoxicating as it always was.

She told the other maids to get back on with their chores and indicated to me that I should follow Her into the lounge. It was so pleasant following Her as the adaptive AC had just a little bit of I suppose a shadow presence, cooling you down just for a moment.

I knew not to speak without permission, She sat down with a slight sigh, a little tired from Her busy day and needing to relax.

“White wine sissy, no wait maybe a rose spritzer.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

I knew exactly how She liked Her spritzer, extra strong with minimum ice and a slight squeeze of lemon to add to the tang.

“Oh that’s perfect sissy.”, She said sipping the drink, it even felt refreshing and tingly on my fingertips. She had a way of saying that though that implied what would happen if it wasn’t always perfect. She never thanked us as there was no need our perfect immediate service is simply expected. Rather it is we who thank our superiors for the privilege of attending their presence.

 “Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I curtsied

She watched me smooth down my apron and hesitate slightly over my bump, She smiled and sat back lifting the hem of Her skirt slightly and peeled off Her  panties, handing them to me.

In truth They weren’t particularly wet, or damp, but they always felt soaked and smelling strongly of

Her to me and the other maids.

“A clean pair sissy.” She said smiling at the disappointed look on my face. I already knew that She didn’t want intimate service from the way She had handed Her silk lovelies to me.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

I was allowed to kiss Her bottom again and She lit a cigarette watching me curtsy again.

“You may run along now sissy.” She said dismissing me.

I was just about to burst into tears.

“Oh do wait, sissy it is your special day I suppose….”

“and I suppose you may call me Miss for now sissy.”

“Oh, oh  Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Lift that pretty little dress up sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She lowered my panties and examined then felt me between my legs.

“You may look too sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

It was tiny, just like the other maids. The very small lock, well keyhole surround, protruded slightly more than the slightly rounded button shape covering what was left of my sissyhood.

She gave it a squeeze then a tap, sending a shiver through me as I felt the tap all the way down the urethral tube.

“That’s so much better sissy, much prettier than that silly cage.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And you can concentrate properly on your housework now, cant you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“As well as pleasing me with your hot little tongue.”

I gasped excitedly

 “Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She smiled and snapped my panties back into place.

“But not now  sissy, I need to relax and you have some panties to wash and the rest of your chores.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She smiled watching me curtsy again, and watching me pause over the very tiny imperceptible bump in my apron.

“Run along now sissy.” She said already turning away from me

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

I felt almost as anti climactic as the first time I had been milked, just that empty nothingness feeling, as well as the desperate want, to stay in Her presence. But I had been dismissed and once again the other maids all hugged and kissed me, they had all been through the same emotional gamut of needy expectation and disappointment. In fact we all did every day and every interaction with Mistress or Master, we were inferior and our needs, no matter how strongly felt were deemed at best irrelevant but entertaining.

I was also surprised and disappointed when Master came home slightly later. He patted my bottom but didn’t choose me to fetch Him His drink and for His welcome home BJ. But He did allow me to fetch Him another drink while the sissy was still sucking Him, I was permitted to remain in the room cleaning while He blew in Her face. And  I was allowed to kiss Her on the lips whilst they were still sticky from Him. And then to wipe Her face with Her panties before we were both sent back to our housework. Even though she was very pleased and thrilled to have been chosen to please Him, She was still sympathetic and insisted on clutching my hand as I  went back to the laundry room and she  to clean the upstairs bathrooms.

But in retrospect Mistress did have different plans for tonight, for the evening at least. Unusually Master was going out, mostly they went out together or Mistress out with Her friends, while Master stayed home and enjoyed one or more of His sissies charms. But tonight after we had finished our chores and been permitted to toilet for the day. The evening routine was always toilet if allowed, this was just peeing as we produced virtually no fecal matter with our carefully controlled diets. Then a hot enema, while we showered was next to clean us out. In the shower we were especially squirmy because the enema was very hot but obviously not too hot. We sponged each other down and cleaned each others hair. After the shower a large suppository for our hormones, before we were plugged again. Lots of talcum powder then moisturizer after that. Then into our baby doll nighties and glossy pink panties and it was makeup hair and nails time. And then bedtime, except one maid might be chosen to attend Master & Mistress if they were staying in.

The chosen maid would either have an apron on over her baby doll slip, or wear a formal day uniform over her nightwear. In addition to the black and white day maids uniforms, we had a selection of pastel pink uniforms to sometimes wear for evening service if Master or Mistress wanted us to wear them. All the uniforms were approximately the same French maid/waitress theme but with different trimming lace and organza detail. Mistress chose what we wore, but even so we would pout and tussle over favourite uniforms.

I was also very surprised that none of the maids were cuffed tonight but then as Mistress explained to me later, now I also had been snipped  there was no need for the cuffs overnight in bed anymore. We still often would be though, if She thought it was amusing to put us in the cuffs and send us to bed knowing we would be squirming with help[less need if we couldn’t do anything about it anyway. I was however told to fetch the cuffs and bring them into the lounge where  Mistress was waiting though.

Master had already gone out & Mistress was sitting on the couch. She was wearing a black lace housecoat over a very slinky silk slip night dress. She was stretching Her toes lazily as I entered the room. I was very pleased not to be wearing my maids boots tonight and was glad that my toenails were so glossy. Even though we wore the narrow high heeled maids boots all day, our toenails as well as our fingernails had to be perfectly manicured painted and polished. Our toes had to flay prettily too, when not wearing the boots.

She patted the couch beside Her and indicated that I should sit next to her.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

I sat down primly, smoothing my apron the glassy fabric of my babydoll. It resisted the smoothing maddeningly but still looked very pretty.

She watched me for a moment then lifted the hem of the very short nightdress and lowered my panties.

“Lets take another little peek, shall we sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

As She bent over me, the key to my chastity dangled down between Her cleavage. It was the general

key to all our chastity devices, but still felt intimately personal. She felt and fondled around the lock then slightly behind and underneath it, on the perineum. I had shivered it was still very sensitive there. & like the chastity tubes from before the new lock was completely secure and inescapable without the key

“Yes I think it is very pretty, a good choice I think.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“I don’t like the innie’s” She said still touching the rounded but flat keyhole enclosure. She was referring to the choice of either a tiny button or an inverted hole for the urethral tract. Most Mistresses prefer the button.

“I like to be able to see what I own sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And I do like to see you smooth down your apron, is so sweet & cute sissy.”

Miss had always been quite taken with that particular mannerism of mine.” She used to tease me terrible when I belonged to my former Mistress, that with that sweet little demure but comely affectation. She would tell me that if I was Hers  She often be sending me for Her strap-on or Her crop, sometimes both. Sissymaids are not to allowed or expected to display very much personality, but we do have individual little quirks and kinks within the constraints of submissive obedience that endear us in particular to our owners.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” Instinctively I stood up and curtsied.

She laughed and patted my bottom.

“You may kneel now sissy, on your little love cushion.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

I knelt down on the pastel pink  patent leather cushion. The thin heart shaped cushions were mainly to protect our stocking rather than for any comfort on out part. Although bruised knees were unsightly too.

She opened Her thighs and allowed me to peel down Her lacy night panties. Mostly She didn’t wear panties in the evening or in bed preferring to be al fresco, or au naturel for sex and sleeping. But She did like to briefly wear a pair for us to remove especially if She was going to gag you with them. And also She loved sending you hand wash them after sex, especially oral sex.

“I think the cuffs tonight sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

I was locked into the pink cuffs, She smiled down at me.

“Something else missing, sissy.” She said expanding my dildo plug to maximum size so I felt like I was about to pop or burst on the phallus. It was all auto conditioning as the device was always 10” but felt like over 14” with matching girth when I was pleasing Her or Master intimately.

I was squelching and squidging expectantly already

She looked down at me again

“Did you think I meant something else missing sissy, no not that.” She teased.

She opened Her thighs wider and pulled me inwards sipping Her wine and taking a deep drag of Her  cigarette,  watching me, as I kissed Her soft inner thighs lovingly and respectfully, adoringly. Then She slowly lifted Her bottom slightly and pulled me into Her intimate space.

“Nice and slowly sissy.” She told me lowering the hem of Her nightie over my face.

“And squelch on your plug for me sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I tried to whisper between licks. I didn’t need to be told that it was instinctive when pleasing Her or Master orally. We get so nearly orgasmic squelching on our plugs, serving orally so intimately.

I was still relatively inexperienced in pleasing Mistress. For quite some time after She took ownership

of me She only masturbated in front of me, allowing me to clean Her afterwards. I think She had wanted me to simmer and also to wait for my snipping. But then just about a week before my operation She had called me to serve Her intimately at least orally. My breasts had fully grown by then and my own cherries and clitty were soft & tiny even in the tiniest chastity device. The same hormone treatment that allows us to grow buxom, also renders us micro and flaccid. The op is just to tuck everything away tidily. I guess I should have realized my time was close when Mistress started to enjoy my tongue but sissies are quite empty headed and curiosity is unbecoming in a sissy, She also hadn’t pegged me as yet.

Even though I was relatively a novice in Her pleasure She did say She very much enjoyed my technique. Especially the soft but firm licks and then my tongue curling back around Her inflamed clitoris to start again. My darting tongue as I opened Her flower and the way I sucked and even nibbled with my lips on Her as She writhed & moaned in near ecstasy. Hearing Her lovely cries of pleasure and Her wet thighs and the slurp of my bottom up and down on the plug. Then just at last second when She would grow more intense and fervid as would my licking and sucking. Then the moaning as She experienced wave after wave of orgasm as I continued to kiss Her lovingly.

“Don’t stop sissy.” She would tell me She never needed to say it but She always did.

“Open your mouth wide sissy, & I have  special treat for you.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She filled my mouth with gurgling warm pee, it was quite strong tasting tonight as She had been drinking lots of spritzer and now chilled white wine. I loved to taste it like this and to swallow it all though. She often like to do this if She or Master had decided to disallow us to toilet for the evening, or make a point of going to the toilet. It taught us our dependent place.

 

 

“Oh sissy whatever is the matter” She teased me, “You look so needy are you a little horny perhaps.” I knew She was teasing me indulgently but I was still apprehensive to answer.

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

“Well that is very sweet and flattering sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Just because you cant anymore doesn’t mean your body and libido still don’t want to sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Just like my other pretty maids, always needy so close to orgasmic and always obedient and attentive.”

Myself and the other maids  had never talked about this between ourselves  except for obliquely. Sissy

maids are expected to be prim and demure. So we only ever whispered hotly about our desire to and how much we longed to serve & please Mistress and Master. The lovely slavegirl stories were mainly innuendo rather than rude detail. But our thoughts and emotions were constantly swimming with fervid helpless aches and needs.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And isn’t that lovely for you and so appropriate for pretty sissy maids, sissy ?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She unbuckled my cuffs

“More wine sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She watched me smiling for a moment I was scarcely able to stand, for  a moment bent over, I was so needy. Oddly it felt like I had a huge engorged erection, that I was desperate to hide, or that was very uncomfortable in tight restrictive clothing.

I did stand and curtsy though smoothing my apron prettily to much to Her delight.

“Oh with that pretty curtsy you will have to kneel down again sissy.” She said quite languidly taking Her wine.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

She guided me even more slowly this time a when She came the multiple orgasms seemed to throb from Her thighs into my soaked face and I was literally shuddering on my plug as I continued to kiss Her lovingly. It was now quite late.

“Oh I would so love to peg that pretty little ass of yours sissy, but I am tired, and I am waiting for your Master to come home, because I want to ride a nice manly cock myself tonight.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And even before your tiny little thing would never do would it sissy.”

“No Miss, Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“You can simmer a bit longer for a pegging sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Master did come home shortly afterward looking quite pleased with Himself. He had been back to the sissy hospital. At night the sissy nurses serve in a sub kink club. Mainly it must be said for pegging, but Men are welcome too sometimes.

There are a number of themed clubs, pleasure spas and resorts where women could enjoy sissies. As

well as some of the hotels. The hotels were more popular with the Sirs though. They were a perfect place to stay and enjoy fucking lots of different sissies for a long weekend. Their lovers often stayed too, but I was only some hotels where the owners allowed the sissies to intimately serve other ladies. As often all the sissy chamber maids were the exclusive property of the owner. Or were being boarded by their owners who only allowed us to serve real Men not other Women. 

Master patted my bottom as I curtsied to Him He looked at the front of my now soaked nightie and Mistress lying back very satisfied and happy.

“The little nurse says hello sissy.”

“Oh.., yes Master, thank You Master.”

“So do a couple of her friends sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

Mistress looked very slightly annoyed.

They both went upstairs and I undressed Mistress and brought Her a fresh night slip. This one was even sexier and slinkier. The lace and silk were like gossamer on Her curves. She didn’t bother with panties and I was sent to bed, joining the other sissies.

They all cuddled close to me so they could smell and feel Mistress on my own nightie as we listened to Master and Mistress having very passionate sex. He was quite insatiable and Mistress could be too.

Another maid was chosen to wake Master the next morning and I was very jealous. But I was chosen to bring Mistress Her first coffee as well as bringing Her our panties to inspect. Because we had all drifted of to sleep listening to She and Master in bed, there was a tiny tear shaped stain in each of the pairs of panties. None of us had felt the leakage as it happened.

“Oh dear sissy.”, She told me over Her coffee but not really concerned.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“But I will have to punish you all later, but not this morning sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“But for now kneel down and come closer sissy, while I drink my coffee.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Oh in fact lie down here sissy.” She told me indicating that I was to lie face upwards on the bed between two pillows.

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

She sat back on my face, rubbing and jiggling as I licked Her and She enjoyed Her first coffee and cigarette. And a first  orgasm to 3ake and stimulate Her.

Over breakfast, Her breakfast that is She told us that because we had all been naughty last night we would have our plugs expanded to the max & be cock gagged all day. And we could expect at least 6 lashes each when She got home.

She seemed rather pleased with this development though, and I could tell She was getting Herself quite excited thinking about it.

“And that will give you something to think about as well wont it sissy, while you wash my underwear then all your naughty underwear.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I said just before She pushed the very large cock gag into my mouth. 

That afternoon when She returned home we were put over the bench in pairs gagged with each other
panties and mercifully given only six lashes each, before being sent back our chores. Except me who was sent for Her strap on. She gagged me with Her own panties for sex, and they were sopping wet. After She had fucked me She sat down for cunnilingus and was frantically rubbing Herself on my face until She came again and again, moaning hotly as Her multiple orgasms subsided.

I fetched Her fresh clean panties and chilled wine, before being sent back to my own housework. The other maids glared at me furious with jealousy, and  we were all wincing with pain as we worked.

I would taste and smell Her pleasure mixed with the scent of Her perfume all afternoon.

I love you Mistress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

     

 

 

 

   

 

The Bobbit ward

 

The ward was called ‘The Sissy Finishing School Ward’, nicknamed  ‘The Bobbit Ward’. For obvious reasons the visiting Sirs didn’t like that nickname but the Ladies thought it was very appropriate for sissies. Apparently it used to have pictures of operations, or rather pictures of the results of the denuding of sissies. But that was considered a little too vulgar so there were subtle stylistic images of pairs of small very rounded cherries with the stem cut on the wallpaper strips. And after all the sissy cherries or plums were not much to look at, smooth and soft as they were. Most sissies would see and kiss lots of nice eager swollen balls, ready to empty in sissies hot little mouth, or tight ass.

I had woken up very confused, after lots of very strange very blurry dreams. Erotic feeling but not so explicit as my usual sissy dreams. Everything was still fuzzy and hazy as  I looked around the room slowly realizing I was in the hospital. There seemed to be lots of other patients on the ward in actual fact there were only were only 3, but sissies have brain fog about any sort of numbers or written text, unless it’s a recipe with lots of pictures. All the other patients were sissies too and we were all propped up in bed now, wearing rose ping satin white night dresses.

Instinctively I knew I wasn’t allowed to get out of bed, I also knew I wasn’t allowed to look at or touch my operation. Actually the local anaesthetic, wasn’t necessary nor was staying in bed, the operation was quite simple just pushing or popping my now tiny plums and clitty back inside my body and closing a band to keep everything in place. The very strong oestrogen and chemicals had already completed the gelding process. The operation just a thumbs press really was simply tidying up. Even without being put to sleep it was supposedly uncomfortable for a moment but essentially painless.

But I wasn’t allowed to get up and that was that. The nurses were all sissies too in lovely latex uniforms

and they all hurried around with quite breathless efficiency. I was given a small warm cup of milky tea, that tasted like it was half full of sugar. Exactly the way we had it had home, warm weak and very milky and sweet. The sugar was of course not fattening. And an absolute delight a choice of biscuit. They were all plain of course but had pretty shaped and pattern etched into the surface.

I wanted to ask the nurse about my operation, but she shushed me.

“Be quiet now sissy, lots of rest no silly chattering.”

“Yes…thank you.”

She giggled, having had this conversation several times per day, every day

“You can call me nurse or miss while you are here.”

“Yes miss, thank you miss.”

“Or nurse of course.”

“Yes nurse, thank you nurse.”

Then to my surprise she curtsied to me and kissed me on the lips before hurrying off to then next patient.

I sat back and nibbled on my biscuit daintily enjoying my tea. The bed was nice and firm too and so nice to have it all to myself rather than sharing with the other maids. I did feel very drowsy though and looking at the other maids they looked like I felt. Later on that morning we were allowed makeup bags though and to brush our hair, primp our nighties as best we could.   

It was time for the doctors visit. She came round the ward followed by a gaggle of sissy nurses, and examined our charts one by one. The  curtain was closed around my bed and the nurses all gathered round the doctor expectantly. I nor any of the other sissies were spoken to directly during this consultation. Nor the nurses really except to be given instructions, which were eagerly obeyed as  soon as they were issued.

I was told to close my eyes and to lift the hem of my nightie and lower my panties. She inspected me with very cold feeling latex gloves, I was told to lie on my front and She inspected me from behind too. pressing  a finger deeply inside me. At which point I was surprised to realize I wasn’t plugged, the local anesthetic must have been stronger than I thought. No sooner had I realized this though, then She pulled Her finger out satisfied and one of the nurses plugged me. The doctor patted my bottom and told me to turn back over. I felt Her tug my panties back up and I was allowed to lower my nightie and open my eyes.

“All done sissy, prettily snipped.” She said peeling off the latex gloves and handing them to the nurse, slightly disdainfully.

The nurses were all highly skilled and had all been doctors and consultants before they had been sissified. Not only that but they had all been quite professionally elitist and aloof, especially to their female patients, as men who are insecure about their masculinity often are. All had been involved in the now largely irrelevant cosmetic surgery field, apparently potential sissies were very attracted to this specialty. Along with alpha male doctors, who weren’t insecure but were often equally patronizing to their patients. But sometimes this is ok if He is a hunk. Unusually for sissies the now nurses partially retained their useful medical knowledge, but they were now just adjuncts and nurses in the sissy hospital. And in reallity this hospital was merely a convalescence ward rather than a real hospital. It was actually mainly for our benefit and our superiors enjoyment. The doctors and visitors did also like to play doctors and nurses with the sissy nurses, who were very submissive and anxious to please.

“Yes Mis…Doctor, thank you Doctor.”

I wanted instinctively to get out of bed and curtsy, but She smiled and shook Her head raising Her hand to my lips so I could kiss it.

 “You will soon be home  and busy, busy  with your housework again, sissy.” She said lifting my own hand and patting it comfortingly

“Yes Doctor thank You doctor.”

The doctor and Her entourage of simpering nurses moved on to the next patient. She was very beautiful and the nurses were very pretty in their short uniforms.

The pink plastic curtain was closed around the next sissy, as the rounds continued.

I lay back drowsily, I desperately wanted to see down there but I knew I wasn’t allowed to look or touch without  permission.

One or two sissies were collected during the day by their ‘employers’ or owners. I wondered and hoped when I would be collected, but it wasn’t to be today.

However later that afternoon, nearly towards the  evening, one of the nurses brought a small screen and propped it up on the table for me to see.

Mistress and Master were there.

“How are you sissy, I hope you are recovering from you little procedure and feeling better.” Mistress said

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I whispered holding the hem of my nightie, instinctively wanting to curtsy, but knowing I had been told to stay in bed.

“Yes sissy the other maids are all missing you, as well.” Master said

He smiled patting the bottom of the sissy who had just brought Him a fresh drink, I was so envious.

“Yes Master thank You Master.”

“Hello sissy, best wishes.” another female voice from just out of shot, the camera panned round. It was my former Mistress, She was sat with some other ladies who were all enjoying drinks on the patio.

“Hello Miss, yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“We are having a little party to celebrate your procedure and recovery sissy.” Mistress told me.

“Gosh, yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I whispered.

I recalled  my cherry popping party, after Master penetrated me anally for the first time. Apart from

pegging I had never been opened that way He was the first Sir to take my virginity. Mistress had invited lots of friends over and I had been very busy serving drinks. Although it was  a celebration, it wasn’t for me rather for Mistress in this new stage for Her maid. Nobody spoke to me much, except to tell me to fetch drinks. But a few ladies did pat my bottom suggestively and tell me that they would have to bring their boyfriends over the next time they visited, now I was popped.   

I remember one of the ladies as having been present at my one and only milking which was also a small gathering. She had been the lady who told me after I had sipped my leakage.

 “Its quite thin and weak isn’t it sissy ?” One of the Mistresses friends had commented.

 “Yes Miss, it is, thank You for asking Miss”

“It is  an observation rather that a question sissy,”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss”

“But don’t worry, my sissy tells me a real mans cum is much thicker and creamier.”

I had squirmed in embarrassment “Yes Miss thank you Miss’

“Especially when Sir is pumping into her painted lips and sissy is nearly choking on his thick warm load.”

“Yes Miss thank you Miss”

This was when I was still kissing and licking strap-ons before She pegged me. To lubricate the cock She said but there was no need for that as She always used lots of very cold lube, that quickly got very warm inside me as She thrust inside me. The dildo got bigger and thicker each time until She was satisfied with the 14” size. I had to deep throat it, and swallow as it went in to try and alleviate but never managed to overcome the panicked gag reflex. Mistress had told me that I had to perform eagerly & satisfactorily before She would even consider a release for me. At the time I didn’t know it would be a milking in front of Her friends. And afterwards She told me that I would have to learn to please a real man if I ever wanted to experience a release again.

Up till that point She had been rather discreet considering how She was afterwards, and had every right to be,  with Her lovers. But the next time She came home with a lover instead of going out they went into the bedroom and I was called to lower Mistress panties and take them away to hand wash for Her. But just as I had curtsied and was about to hurry away already acutely embarrassed and humiliated. Mistress told me to kneel down in front of Her boyfriend open His trousers and suck Him till in front of Her until He was hard. I truth I think He was feeling nearly as awkward as me, but I did already look very feminine by then and He soon grew very hard in my mouth. Mistress then dismissed me, but after they had finished I was called to lick Her clean and change the sheets for them.

But that was as far as it went up until Mistress and Miss decided to train me properly with Master. And after that first time He came in my mouth made me wait with my mouth so full of His sticky cum. Every time I put lipstick and especially lip gloss on it made me feel so full of trepidation and helplessly vulnerable. And whenever He came round with Miss which was often, and He would smile at me and pat my bottom all I could think about was Him putting me on my knees in front of Him, and His huge cock with its strong manly taste and smell. & overwhelming thick texture, the taste odour of  His cum but also His precum, even that which seemed so much thicker and copious compared to anything a sissy could produce.  

He was still the only Man I had sucked till completion, until a month or so later He also popped my anal cherry, and shame and the sensation of feeling Him spread and split my cheeks and penetrate me, then Him exploding massively inside me while I gagged on a pair of Mistresses or Misses damp panties, choking with submissive sexual misery.

After that all Mistresses male friends could enjoy me if they wanted as part of Her hospitality. And they did want to enjoy both my lips and my tight bottom, I was very popular like most available sissies were. After all most Men were simply boorish creatures who were easily tempted or distracted away from the Ladies chatter.

Miss commented that if it was mentioned that they were expecting male company, She would see me

blanch fetchingly and clench my little bottom tightly on my plug. ‘As if that would make any difference.’ She laughed, it just made sissy squelch prettily. And you teeter and totter about so anxiously and expectantly, even if Sir didn’t immediately want to fuck you He would do after seeing your sweet little mincing curtsy sissy. Which only served to make me more anxious and squidge even more haplessly.

For me and all sissies just the thought of a real Mans presence, we just felt so anxious and sexually vulnerable, and thus submissively malleable for their pleasure. Just as we did when Mistress sent us for Her strap-on or the cane.

In fact after that first time when you are sent for the strap on. Usually you are sent for it, though occasionally Mistress might put it on Herself and interrupt you at your chores.

You would whimper prettily as She lowered your panties and unplugged you.

“Oh Mistress, please be gentle Mistress, thank You Mistress”,

“Ohh oohh , sissy loves you Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

You usually would be silenced with Her panties stuffed into your lips long before you could say all that.

If She did have that in mind She did like to fuck you in the laundry room face down in Her still to be hand washed underwear, or the ironing. Then when She was done She would simply leave you to continue your chores.

But She did like you to fetch the strap on mostly. Enjoying the sexual tension and your growing panicked apprehension.

Or fetching the dreaded canes or Her horrid crop. After that very first taste of corporal punishment and the realization that Mistress wasn’t going to stop or listen to your tears and pleas for forgiveness, until She and only She was satisfied with your punishment. The building crescendo of pain of each stroke or lash. Then the stinging, smarting throb of pain, as you try to continue your chores gracefully. Means that when you are told to fetch the cane, you are immediately drained of colour and  numb with fright, quaking under your apron, each and every time. Even if it is another maid being punished, and you are always immensely glad, gratified that it is she and not you this time. Just the sight of her fetching the crop or listening to the swish of the cane and its dreadful impact on Her soft but taut behind. The maids muffled cries of misery. Immediately fills our mouth and chest  with choking fright.

Even some maids who in their previous lives were turned on, or at least thought they were,  by BDSM and punishment. After their first caning or taste of the crop are immediately weak kneed and trembling at just the thought of punishment. The auto suggestion and strong hormones, quickly reduces sissies to that state of totally submissive cowed femininity, rejected so rightfully by modern women, effemininity of feminized sissies.

Never mind that awful long walk on your hobbled heels to fetch the crop, or canes. And if Mistress decides to use the cuffs, which She frequently does, you will have another long walk to fetch those too. Mistress nearly always does use the cuffs for  a pegging or cropping, sometimes curtsy cuffs suffices for a caning, though you had better not dare let go of the petticoats and hem of your dress, unless you want the punishment repeated and doubled.

Likewise a spanking from Master or any of the Sirs, Shamefully and humiliatingly, we sissies do love the humiliating thought of it, Until that is we are told to get over His knee and that first blow with His ever so firm hand lands. The Sirs also like to use paddles or a tawse, which is  a thick leather strap, and are both horrible. Master likes to use His crop for punishment. And His palm for discipline before  pleasure.    

The camera panned again and the other 4 maids were allowed to curtsy and wave blowing kisses to me. Then back to Mistress.

“Time for you to rest sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“But don’t worry we can have  a special celebration of our own sissy, when you come home sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“And I’m sure your Master will have something special for you as well sissy.”

I heard the other sissies coo and the other ladies laughing. Oh I so wanted to be home right now.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Sweet dreams sissy.” Mistress said

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mist…..ress.” My voice tailed off as the connection closed.

The nurse who had brought the screen kissed me on the lips, I realized She had been holding my hand all this time. I smiled at Her gratefully.

“Thank you nurse.”

“You’re welcome sissy & sweet dreams.” She said.

She had a set of cuffs for me. Very pale almost rose leather, like my nightie and the curtains. Similar but

not the same as the pleasure cuffs at home. The pastel pink patent leather pleasure cuffs secured your wrists at the small of your back. Whereas these secured my wrists to my sides, so I didn’t touch my new self in the night, I still hadn’t seen the results of my op yet. I was used to sleeping in cuffs now as my new Mistress insisted on them at night so we didn’t touch ourselves naughtily. Not that we ever could in chastity or ever would dare to in disobedience to Her. But wearing the pink leather cuffs that we were locked in for sex and for punishment to, made our bodies  ache and squirm as if we wanted to. Which was partially the intention too, Mistress had told us amused at our needy sexual distress.   

There are also very confusing for us sissies because Mistress or Master will secure us snugly in the  cuffs for sex, buckling them closed. Laughing that we couldn’t unbuckle them even if we wanted to. But at night we in the cuffs  then unlocked in the morning for our chores long before Mistress or Master wakes. Master has told me on a couple of occasions, that it is all electronic and controlled by the house AI in a similar way to the cameras and intelligent air con. But I simply just don’t understand, Master will pat my bottom and tell me not to bother my silly pretty little head about these thing.

And in any case “Curiosity is unbecoming in a sissymaid.” He tells me

“Yes Master, thank You Master,”  I curtsy

Feeling very silly and even more confused but fearful of being unbecoming.”

He pats my bottom again more firmly as I smooth my apron down prettily.

“Eyes down sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master,”  I curtsy

“Hurry back to your chores sissy.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master,”  I curtsy  and hasten obediently.

The nurse buckles closed the cuffs and pulls my sheets up tucking me in.

Then reaches over and kisses me on the lips

“Night, night sissy.”

“Yes miss, thank you miss.” I whisper sleepily.

She continues around the ward closing the bed curtains around each of us. Although it is very nice to have a bed all to myself I still miss cuddling up to and spooning the other maids. If we sleep with Mistress we sometimes are allowed to spoon Her too, which is ever so lovely. Master likes us to sleep with our face close to His waist though. This often has unintended consequences as sometimes you just can resist kissing Him and sucking Him even though you know He will punish you in the morning, despite Him enjoying the interlude. But I did miss the other maids, but not really the crinkly glassy baby doll nighties we were. They were so slippery too especially on the oh so glossy wet look and feel pink satin sheets. Mistress said they are easy to wipe down if Master wants to enjoy one of us on the bed, although we would usually all sleep in the sticky wet patch till morning.

I can hear the other maids moaning softly and crying too, and spent the night waking up fitfully and wishing we could all cuddle in the same bed together. But we maids sleep easily with our empty little heads, so it soon morning.

As I sip my morning tea and nibble on a triangle of dry toast I suddenly think that I don’t need to pee and don’t remember peeing yesterday. The mystery is soon resolved later though when I the catheter tube is removed at hometime. It actually passed through the urethral tube without me even feeling it.  

Master comes to collect me on His own because Mistress is busy with something at work, but I am so pleased to see Him anyway. He takes a maids uniform from the bag Hes carrying and tells the nurse to dress me. I am still not allowed to look down there, so naturally I don’t, but I am starting to feel very empty down there now, even though I was tiny before. Master goes into one of the other rooms with the nurse and I am allowed to sit primly on the edge of the bed waiting for Him to return. Although I do get off the bed to curtsy when another Mistress brings Her sissy in to one of the other beds ready for her little op. And again to curtsy when the doctor passes to discuss something with the Mistress. The sissy is left behind the closed curtains while her procedure is discussed by her betters.

Master does seem to take His time in the other room and when He returns the nurse looks very flushed and is mincing very daintily and gingerly,  very pretty in her uniform. I am very jealous now, and as she takes my hand as if to help me from the bed, she kisses me on the lips I get a sticky taste of His cum.

“Your Master is so delish.” She whispers. “You are a lucky maid to be able to please Him.”

My heart melts, as do my eyes and I hug Her tearfully and kiss Her back, clutching hands together until Master says quite indulgently

“Come along now sissy, time for some housework for you and nurse needs to look after her patients.”

We both curtsy together

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”

In the waiting room Master puts me in the usual pink cuffs and blindfolds me. Then pushes a pair of panties into my mouth so I don’t distract Him while He is driving, as if I would ever dare to. Sissies are usually transported bound, gagged and blindfolded. There is no reason for them to know where they are being taken. And in the case of sissies whores who are pimped, rented out for parties and other events, being delivered blindfolded ensures that she is submissive and sexually pliant, malleable when she arrives.

Master does drive very fast though and even strapped down with seatbelt  in the small back seat of His sports car I am very frightened. He is very indulgent today though and even though I squeak at every fast turn, muffled by the gag, He doest push the panties deeper into my mouth to silence me more at least not at first.

I am very frightened in the back of the car and I feel like one of those frightened slavegirls, bound helplessly while the men fight over something, usually not anything as insignificant as Her ownership, but that is often decided incidentally at the same time. And  I suppose just like the pretty slavegirl I also have no control over my body or my fate.

When we get home Master actually tosses me over His shoulder bringing me into the house. This is very exciting. And the other maids all crowd round me cuddling and kissing me. Before Master tells them sharply to get back to their housework and for me to fetch Him a coffee. As the maids all quickly scatter there is the thick sense of fright in the air as I lean over to place His coffee down and then curtsy.

He pulls me onto His lap and allows me to cling to Him, I am still very tearful, overwrought from my procedure and still frightened by the very fast drive.

“Eyes down sissy.” He tells me

“Yes Master, thank You Master,”

Lifting me off His lap He pats my bottom firmly and sends me also back to my housework. As he leaves for the rest of the afternoon.

The other maids were very chatty and very emotional too. They kept hugging me and holding my hand tightly, whenever we could. So much so that I started to get very anxious about Mistress thinking we were dilly dallying with our chores. But I was very emotional too. I so wanted to look as well but didn’t dare until I was given permission it was silly really because the other maids had exactly the same procedure only a few months before Mistress took ownership of me and they did all look the same. But somehow I thought mine might would be different and special. I also hoped it would be pretty. It was a long stuffy day again and we were all very hot in our tight fitting fully buttoned up uniforms and petticoats. Even though we all had breasts and ample cleavage now, and would be unbuttoned and bouncy for Master. Not loose but very well displayed the tight uplifting detail of the uniform, especially when you bent over Him to place His drink on the table. But during the day when were working we had to be buttoned up demurely.

I hurried on with my chores, not wanting, daring  to be seen to be swaddling, not wanting to be
punished on my first day back from hospital. The empty nothingness in my panties made me somehow more sexually excited but vulnerable and full of helpless trepidation & fright at displeasing Mistress or Master in any way at all.

The other maids could sense it too. They glanced at me knowingly, sympathetically, but totally accepting theirs and my  fate. We smiled and curtsied to each other as we worked. Waiting for Mistress and Master to come home again.   

 

Farewells and new beginning for Mistress and sissy

 

 

My former Mistress, the Mistress who had locked me in chastity then sissified, feminized me. Informed me that it was time for a change and She had decided to give me to Miss, Her best friend  and Her boyfriend who was also my  Master.

Mistress had told me to perch on the couch beside Her after bringing Her a glass of wine. I had served Her orally and my face was still wet from Her pleasure, I was also clutching Her discarded panties ready to take to the laundry room.

She would either have me peel them off Her or take them off Herself and toss them casually to the floor, ready for me to pick up and loving hand launder and iron. I sometimes caught a glimpse of Her smiling as She watched my eyes follow the arc of Her tossed panties, that I spent so much time ironing every tiny crease out of.

Today She had smoothed down the couch and patted a spot beside Her  telling me sit, I had curtsied and sat down very primly and demurely, smoothing my apron prettily, and looking down. She had told me to look up, then casually informed me that the time had come for Her to have a change of lifestyle, and that although She was still very fond of me, it was time for me to move on. Miss who was also very fond of me would be taking over my employment or rather ownership of me. And I would be living with Master and Her. He was already my Master having taken both my oral and anal virginity. Miss had 4 sissies already and I would be joining them.

This was huge & an upsetting surprise for me quite naturally. I had wept uncontrollably as Mistress

continued that She had been thinking this way for some time and that She would still  always be very fond of me, but it was time for Her to move on. I had sobbed and blubbed quite pathetically, well perhaps even more pathetically than usual, until Mistress told me it was time to stop unless I wanted to fetch Her crop for a whipping. I had stopped immediately but somehow wondered if a whipping might somehow be preferable to this feeling of total emotional desolation. But the sharp, biting sting of whip is so very painful. Mistress allowed me to fetch Her another glass of wine, then to kiss Her bottom longingly, for a little longer than usual today, which didn’t help at all. Then sent me back to my mornings chores.

That same afternoon Miss, who was to be my new owner came over to collect me. Master would be coming over slightly later. Mistress & Miss drank wine and chatted casually as nothing was happening. Nothing earth shattering or extraordinary for them that is. Miss is just getting a new maid and I would be getting a new Mistress. I didn’t dare be on anything but my best behaviour and even more so around Miss, who was quite strict, stricter even than Mistress, when I had stayed over in the past. Mistress had told me that was possibly because keeping a little harem of eager jealous maids needed a firmer hand to keep us all simmering but subjugated. Plus Miss enjoyed being strict anyway. 

Miss had called me over, instead of having me facing the wall like I often did when attending them. She had patted and fondled my bottom and then squeezed my chastity tube through my panties. From the inside estrogen infused  silicon device felt so smooth and inflexible, but could be squeezed slightly from the outside. Mistress and the some of the Sirs liked to do around the testes area. Master had a technique of squeezing not too much but then slapping or swatting me which made me squeal quite loudly and almost a high pitch squeak. Much to their amusement, Mistress said I sounded like a little pink sissy piggy, being gelded.

“Not just yet sissy.” Miss said

“Oh..Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

She smiled knowingly at Master and Mistress laughed.

 

Miss often fondled and squeezed me, She was the only of Mistresses Lady friends who was allowed to examine and handle me semi intimately like this. But very soon I would be Hers and this felt different already.

Teasingly still holding my tube firmly She asked me if I had heard the stories or rumours that circulated about sissies who were being given to new owners and having been kept in strict chastity all that time, were allowed one final climax before being locked up by a new owner. I had heard these stories all sissies have a stock of silly stories and fantasies, that we cling on to quite forlornly, when we are feeling overwhelmed emotionally, which is very often. It’s a bit like the old stereotype of a romcom, chocolates and wine for the rejected girlfriend, except sissies aren’t allowed chocolates or wine. We also have lots of housework to perform lovingly and obediently.

 Embarrassed I said that I had. Mistress and Miss questioned me for some time on what I thought I knew, and went on for some time giggling between themselves embellishing theses stories, I became quite excited despite myself. Until finally when I was squirming desperately on my enlarged plug in my tiny chastity tube. They knew how to tease us terribly and always delighted in seeing us ruby red faced with helpless excitement and embarrassment. Then curtly Mistress told me that these stories were of course just nonsense. Why on earth would I be allowed a final release, when She had never ever permitted me any in all the time She  had kept me in chastity. No pathetic weak sissy splashes at all. The only time I had ever had a relief was when I was milked once and once only after 6 months in chastity.  But that had just felt like total empty nothing just as it was intended to.

Mistress  asked &  I had no answer to that of course.

Miss just looked at me in puzzled amazement, as if to say why would She ever even entertain such an idea let alone allow such a thing.

“But you may fetch us more wine sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Mistress then handed the keys to my chastity to Miss, equally matter of factly. Miss just glanced quickly

over at me, then popped the keys into Her purse. It was a symbolic gesture as my new Mistress had no intention of ever allowing me to be unlocked and in any case Master had  copy of the keys. In fact Mistress made  a point of giving  a copy of my keys to all of Her boyfriends, in front of me. Not because they would ever even consider unlocking me but so that they knew I was properly locked up while they were enjoying sex with my Mistress.

“And you may start calling me Mistress sissy.”

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

“That’s better isn’t is sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“But you may call me Miss at home, sometimes.” She said teasingly

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

I always called Mistress, Miss in private unless I was being punished. But I  knew Miss’s sissies only called Her Miss when they were serving Her intimately, or conversely if they were being punished. Although on occasion too She might change Her mind on a whim, just to keep us on our toes.

“You may face the wall now sissy.” I was told after serving the wine and curtsying.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Your Master will be here soon, wont that be lovely for that pretty little bottom of yours sissy”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“For a nice spanking then spreading that tight peach sissy”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Was that a little excited squelch sissy ?.” She laughed.

“I don’t know Mistress , Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“Oh look how red Her face is, nearly as rosy as her thighs.” My former Mistress laughed, both Ladies laughed and continued with their conversation.

On the question of Master & boyfriends, Mistress had lots of lovers but  Miss and Master were quite monogamous with each other. Miss only had the occasional casual fling if She was out, as did Master. However Miss could be insanely jealous if She knew Master had such an occasion, and even He knew to try not to mention it. When it did happen Miss took it out on our bottoms, with both the crop and strap on. Both were  free to enjoy any other sissies as they saw fit but we were only for Miss sexually. As we were only for Master, except when were being boarded at one of the hotels as chambermaids then we were for the use of the male guests. Master says that if and when He owns us exclusively He may consider allowing us to serve female guests sexually at the hotels and clubs as well.

This was quite new to me, as my now previous Mistress would allow both Her boyfriends and any other Man She chose to bring home to enjoy both my mouth and ass as much as they wanted. She and they considered it good hospitality.

This wouldn’t be as much or indeed any of  relief as I might have foolishly expected, only being for Master made all the sissies extremely desperately hot for Him, jealous and so desperate to please Him. Even more so than before if that was possible. We spent all day thinking and longing about pleasing Mistress and Him. And all night dreaming about the same. Until that is you were chosen by Him and then you felt so utterly sexually anxious and vulnerable with fright. Although you longed to kneel between His knees kissing and worshipping His huge cock. He and all the  sirs always seemed so big and virile compared to us sissies who were flaccid and tiny, but He seemed especially massive.  Just as you longed and ached to be between Mistresses thighs, in the hot waxy scent of Her pleasure.

Master did come over later, but after I had served fresh drinks and curtsied I was left facing the wall while my superiors chatted. Unusually as He nearly always wanted a BJ at least when He came over. I guess He was saving that for later and in any case He had just had the office sissy in his private office under the desk before leaving work. Not that ever usually stopped Him He was quite insatiable. 

Then when they were getting ready to leave I was allowed to curtsy to Mistress an kiss Her bottom

through Her leather mini skirt, one last time. Then  He had simply stuffed a pair of panties into my mouth and put me in the pink cuffs, I was blindfolded to and led out. He wasn’t too unkind guiding me with His huge hands on my bottom, with little slaps and squeezes leading me to the car. It was a very expensive high powered sports car and I was squeezed into the back seat, the trunk simply wasn’t big enough. Not that I could see any of this, the plush expensive leather seats felt very nice, but the powerful hum of the engine scared me,  and then we went home.

Miss or Mistress as She was now and He chatted happily a the car sped along taking me to  my new home.

Mistresses other sissies were all surprised to see me, they hadn’t been told I would be joining them permanently today or at all for that matter. There was no need to keep us informed or updated we were just to get on with our housework quietly and obediently. Curiosity is unbecoming in a sissy. we were allowed to curtsy to each other and kiss each other fully on the lips, then we were told to get on with our chores. I didn’t really have time to be tearful as there was lots to do always at Her very large house and everything had to be spotless and perfect at all times. We were not allowed to waste any time with sissy chattering though we were told to be quiet and I was immediately put straight to work with the other maids.

That evening though I did serve Master and Mistress drinks as they relaxed and Mistress gave me a

proper welcome by allowing me to kiss Her skirted bottom, on both cheeks and between the cheeks. I was also allowed to kiss Her pubic mound. But that was as intimate as She wanted for now. I would however be hand washing all Her panties and nightwear from now on, to simmer me until She wanted to enjoy me orally or a pegging. The other sissies were jealous of this duty, but Mistress said it was a good way to teach me my place. And  I would also be hand washing all the other sissies panties and nightwear, to remind all of us and me of our place.

Mistress knew in particular that I found hand washing Her panties and panties in general both very exciting and very humiliating. In fact I had often heard Mistress and Miss laughing about hot it made me, and that She had on many occasion been tempted to enjoy an extra oral session in the laundry room, because She often got excited seeing me so utterly needy. Miss and Mistress had often giggled about that. This was one of the reasons why Mistress had decided that when Her friends came over with their boyfriends wanted to fuck me or just to gag and spank me before fellatio, they nearly always wanted fellatio, when they saw my eager glossy pout. And Mistress always insisted on lots of extra lip gloss if She was expecting company. That Her friend could remove Her panties and hand them to Her boyfriend for this purpose and I could hand launder the panties later as  reminder of being allowed to please Him. and the next time She visited I could hand the laundered ironed panties over the Her and thank Her again with curtsy.   

This extra laundry duty would make me even more eager to please intimately, for both Her and Masters enjoyment. Our superiors easily pick up on these intimate peccadilloes of ours and do exploit them quite ruthlessly. Before She had sissies Mistress or the other Ladies would have not have expected their panties to be so perfectly washed, ironed  and folded, nor have their bedsheets ironed and smoothed like mirrors. But we sissies would be caned for any tiny imperfection in the above and in any of our other chores.

She was also being kind a She knew I would be missing washing my previous Mistresses panties so much. In fact when I had stayed over previously, when Mistress was on short breaks away, Miss had always given me Her panties to hand launder. It was both  tease and a kindness.

Another part of my new duties however was collecting the other sissies nightwear in the morning for

washing, but also inspecting the panties first for any night emissions. Even though all the other sissies were chemically gelded, they and I still sometimes had a tiny leakage in the night, often the sissy would wake up embarrassed and distressed, but quite often the leakage might also be unnoticed. We never felt the leakage just the tiny wet patch afterwards, and it was very slight but still there. If I found or suspected a little patch or stain I was to inform Mistress. Then the other sissy would be summoned, often she might be scolded or teased but sometimes  Mistress would punish the sissy depending on Her mood. It was always prudent to bring Mistress Her first coffee and cigarette before this. But even then often that was no guarantee of any leniency.

I dreaded this in the mornings as I would always be seen as the naughty tell tale, even though I had no choice in this. It did make me feel a teeny bit of self importance as I went to reported this, but always felt so small and silly as soon as I  opened my mouth.

But even worse if and when Mistress decided to punish the errant maid I would be punished too.

The first morning  this happened the unfortunate maid was told to lie across the foldout leather bench in the bedroom that Mistress used for punishment or pegging. Then She turned to me.

“And where do you think you are going sissy.”

I suddenly felt so cold between my legs but also so very uncomfortably warm in my satin panties

I hadn’t been going anywhere I was just standing there obediently waiting to be dismissed, or so I had hoped.

“I don’t know Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I blurted frightened

“Nobody likes  a tell tale sissy, you may also  get across the bench.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I whispered in frightened dismay.

We were both put in the pink cuffs, and gagged with each other panties, then Mistress lifted our skirts up and left us exposed there while She showered.

On another similar occasion Master had still been in bed and watching our exposed bottoms quivering with fright, while another sissy sucked Him while He enjoyed coffee in bed. And I was told that on another previous occasion He had risen and fucked both maids quickly while Mistress was still in the shower, earning both maids extra punishment for being so slutty and immodest. Now every time we were lefty over the bench and Sir was around we would be squirming with fright and distress not just of His forceful penetration but the extra 6 lashes of the crop each, at the least, that  we would receive when Mistress saw the sticky residue of His pleasure. Moaning into our pantie gags in misery.

This first time however another sissy came in to towel Her and bring fresh coffee. We didn’t see the other maid but we could tell from her voice she was very relieved to be dismissed afterwards. 

We were both given 6 stinging lashes, then dismissed. As went back to our chores the other maid watched me mincing gingerly, I could see the look of triumph on her face, even though I knew Her bottom and legs would be smarting and stinging just as much as mine.

At other times Mistress would just amiably question the sissy as to what She might have been dreaming about at the time, and smiling sleepily, tell sissy indulgently that that was very sweet or flattering and send the maid back to her housework. Mistress might lie back and ask the maid to elaborate on what She might have been dreaming about, while slowly touching Herself. And opening Her mouth and eyes wide, gasping at the salacious details. Which got both of us maids very excited indeed too.

Or She might tell the maid to kneel between Mistresses thighs under the hem of Her silk negligee, or on the bed face up for an early morning queening. I would be left standing facing the wall on these occasions, listening to Mistress panting and moaning happily and sissy squelching on her dildo, as I would squelch and squidge in sequence.

But in these early days I would nearly always also be punished for bothering Mistresses with such

silliness. I think it was because Mistress wanted to be especially strict with me as a new maid, even though She was also very strict. Although the other maids had whispered to me that after they had grown breasts and were subsequently gelded. Mistress and Master had become even more perfectly  strict with them. I hadn’t been gelded yet but I knew that was to come, the extra specific localized hormones were already making my uniform swell up front.

On the second occasion after Mistress had punished us both Mistress had dismissed the other maid and told me to serve Her another coffee, whilst lying back stroking Herself intimately slowly. She put down Her coffee cup and told me to  face the wall while She continued, deliberately, or at least I think deliberately loudly. Mistress like to masturbate occasionally my old Mistress never did preferring my tongue saying that masturbation wasn’t necessary or permitted in Her house. Miss my new Mistress had laughed when red faced I had told Her this.

“Oh you silly sissy, She meant you are not allowed to masturbate.”

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

“After all why would you ever be allowed to do so.”

“Never Mistress, Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

I heard Her light a cigarette and She told me to turn round and come to the bed.

I knelt beside the bed and licked and sucked Her outstretched fingers as She smoked and watched me.

“You may kiss my inner thighs softly too sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”             

 She was still slick and damp.

“I do hope you are still tiny & soft in your chastity sissy”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress

She lowered my panties and lifted my skirt.

“Oh dear I think you are a little exited sissy. aren’t you.”

“Ohh, Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress” I whispered knowing I was still tiny but if She said otherwise Mistress was always right and I was trapped.

“It is very sweet and flattering sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress”

“But also completely inappropriate.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“I think we will need to use the little extras for you sissy, don’t you sissy ?.” She was talking about the kali teeth additions on the inside of chastity tubes.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I was already crying we all fear terribly and hate the sharp rows of little silicon teeth.

“That will help keep you soft and obedient wont it sissy ?.” She said with sugary  sweetness, smiling.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“And will keep that empty little head of yours on your housework sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

In an instant She had unlocked my tube and inserted the spikes then locked the tube securely.

I curtsied and winced as I smoothed my apron down.

“That’s much better sissy.”

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

She stepped out of bed and slipped out of Her negligee.

“You may kiss my bottom sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“And tidy the room while I shower, and then wait, you may towel me after my shower.” 

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“That’s a good maid.” She said quite pleased with Herself.

After I was dismissed I went downstairs to the laundry room. there was  as always  huge amount of Her

panties and lingerie to hand wash, then the sex soiled sheets, and then all the maids panties and nighties to wash. I was allowed to keep the door to the laundry room open so I could hear all the other maids working too.

I was surprised that the other maids weren’t mean about the  Kali’s teeth insert. Usually we are very jealous and shamefully small, petty when another maid is punished in some way. But they were actually sympathetic, everybody hates the little sharp teeth they are so horrible, and I guess they were still missing their own now gone clitties.

Master too didn’t seem to enjoy it, and although He still enjoyed fellatio and anal over the next couple of days He avoided fondling me and swatting my balls like He liked to as I passed him. & I found myself strangely missing this, even though it stung so, His hard hands swatting me. I guess even real Men are squeamish  around the Kali’s teeth  devices. Mistress relented decided to remove the inserts after a couple of days but the fear was constantly there. I don’t know what was worse actually the fear of the return of the spikes or the impending dread of being gelded.  After Mistress removed the spikes I did feel even tinier, if that was possible in my tube.

The spikes are usually only used on new sissies or in a different femdom scene on slave boys who will be remaining slave boys. And I suspect that Master may have asked Mistress to remove them. He did seem much happier fucking me especially afterwards. I didn’t know this of course  because discussions between superiors are not for our ears, only the consequences or decisions.

Similarly there were times when Master & Mistress would fuck in the bedroom with the door closed, rather than with one of us in attendance to fetch drinks and change sheets, until they had finished that is. So we didn’t know what they were enjoying. It was constant source of fascination for us. One of us would be called to clean them usually licking them clean, bring fresh clothes or lingerie and change the sheets. But as for the rest of us  we would find some or any sort of excuse to go into the room afterwards, especially while the hot waxy smell of sex was still present. Mistress was very amused by this curiosity, but we would also risk being punished for it. Master never seemed too interested afterwards, although He was always teasing semi hard when I sucked and licked Him clean.

When we were being boarded at one of the sissy hotels, the house Misses were a bit more explicit and liked to tease us with tales of their sexual exploits. One Miss liked to be spanked, but not too hard and enjoyed sucking Her boyfriends. But She never swallowed, that would be just too submissive and demeaning, for Her.  She had laughed teasingly to one of the sissies whose face and uniform were still sticky so, from the clientele blowing in her face. Sissy always swallowed and thanked Sir afterwards.

I couldn’t imagine Mistress being spanked by Master though, or being in any way submissive even in play. It was of course their choice though. 

Mistress did enjoy masturbating almost as much as She enjoyed submissive oral from Her sissies and sex with Master. In fact both Master and She were very highly sexed. As were all the superiors It seems that satisfying liberated sex and submissive cunnilingus and fellatio receiving that is very moreish.

Mistress would come from work and we would all line up and curtsy to Her. One of would be permitted to kneel and kiss Her bottom before curtsying again then we would be sent back to our chores, very occasionally, She might allow us all to kiss Her bottom in turn. But although She enjoyed this deferential  obeisance, She often didn’t have time for such silly nonsense.

Master on the other hand would allow us to crowd round Him. Although we were in His personal space really He was very much in ours and dominating it, as He and the Sirs always did. We would press together jigging prettily for Him. In those early days I was so jealous of the other maids while my cleavage was growing. We would all get a fondle and pat on the bottom maybe a squeeze. Then we would be told ‘eyes down sissy.’ and ‘hurry back to your housework sissies.’ Though one of us would nearly always be chosen for fellatio.

Master and Mistress like most professional and non professional people had a very good work life

balance only working 4 short days per week mostly, with very generous annual leave. Plus generous economic prosperity meant that everyone was comfortable and often independently wealthy. My assets and that of the other sissies, some had, had trust  fund belonged to Mistress and Master now in perpetuity. And Master & Mistress like most superiors were at or approaching that point in their careers where they could choose their own hours. Leisure and work life balance was considered a constitutional  right. However not so for sissies in domestic service. We were good maids and busy with housework and chores from dawn till bedtime 7 days a week making sure everything was perfect for our superiors 

Master would allow us to greet Him then breeze into  the lounge or patio, telling one or more of us to follow Him. Mistress on the other hand would often watch us at our chores for a few moments inspecting here and there, always chiding, something or another. Even though we always worked so very dutifully and diligently, all day. When Mistress was watching we worked especially breathlessly and anxiously perfectly.

Although we worked very mindfully of being punished, for missing a smear or a speck of dust, for not being seen to be working fast enough or not smiling prettily while we worked. It wasn’t stressful, as it was for our superiors. We had no volition in our routine, it was fright and obedience, anxious to not only be pleasing but be seen to be trying to be pleasing, and highly erotic too.

The atmosphere always seemed so thick with the sticky smell and feel of our vulnerable and highly erotic fright, and Her sexual pleasure at this, mixing with the scent of Her often leather skirts and the smell of the leather crops.

The scent of sissy clean as She called it.

It was the same if Master was present but especially so with Mistress.

Then She would chortle in satisfaction then go into the lounge, or out to Her pool. The adaptive air con following Her and leaving us roiling in our stuffy fright.

She often liked to swim naked in the pool and one of us would be called to undress Her. Or in the lounge She might want fresh underwear, as well as an afternoon chilled wine. Her wine had to be the perfect temperature of course not too cold but certainly never ever warm. If we were lucky She might have one of us kneel and She would pee into our open mouth. Or to follow Her into the bathroom and wipe Her after She had peed. She only wanted this if She urinated though. And She especially enjoyed this service knowing that She or Master might have decided not to allow us to pee last night or this morning.

“Its so lovely to see you so squirmy and pretty for Master, sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“And what is important sissy His pleasure or a little distress or  discomfort sissy.”

“Always His pleasure Mistress, thank You Mistress.” Then you might be sent back to your chores or She might decide to masturbate, if She did so you would be told to face the wall, until She wanted or needed you again. Facing wall nose pressed to it with eyes closed hands in curtsy cuffs. Squirming on your plug listening to Her pleasure. In those early days She would teasingly ask me if I was still appropriately soft and tiny in my chastity as I fetched Her another drink then sucked & licked Her fingers clean after She had climaxed loudly.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I would blurt in a very high pitched sissy squeak, much to Her amusement.

Or She would tell you to fetch a little pink love cushion, and kneel at Her side kissing Her softly on the

outside of Her thighs. While She chatted with Her friends on Her phone. Or with you though She wasn’t much interested in your inanities. She did enjoy teasing us about how horny She was, maybe about Master or some new hunk, or a new office sissy in Her office. Or just thinking about Her return home and pegging one of us. It was quite enjoyable to postpone slightly Her orgasm, letting Her  build slowly until She came home, though She could enjoy the sissies at work too or masturbate. She could enjoy a fling with one of the hunks too, though both Master and Mistress were primarily monogamous with  each other.

“It can be so lovely to wait a little while sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“So much more satisfying, although sometimes I just cant help myself.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“And of course why should I if I don’t want to sissy?”

“Yes Mistress, it is always Your  choice Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

Master on the other hand never seemed to wait or be satisfied.

“You may take my panties off now sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”           

The lovely delicate silk  would often be quite soaked at this point.

She would open Her thighs and guide me between them. At this point She might tell me ‘curtsy cuffs’, or another sissy might be called in to put me in the pink leather cuffs. She might be told to face the wall waiting or sent  back to her chores. My new Mistress like my previous Mistress liked to put the hem of Her skirt over my head as I served Her intimately. She liked me to maintain eye contact as I performed intimate services or simply  changed Her panties for Her. Until She told me ‘eyes down sissy’ or put the hem of Her skirt over my face, so I could lovingly serve Her in warm sticky heat of Her pleasure.

Mistress was passionate and totally uninhibited having sex with us. She seemed slightly less so, slightly less loud with Master. She never bothered closing the doors if it was just us and Her in the house, She either didn’t care that Her maids would hear Her moans and gasps of perfect delight. Or She enjoyed the fact that we could hear. I would be squirming and squidging up and down on my massively enlarged phallic butt plug as I licked Her. Keeping rhythm with the tempo of my tongue, almost totally instinctive or subconsciously now but totally self consciously too. Or if She was masturbating keeping rhythm with Her pants and moans. All the other sissies would be too, straining to hear Her moans as we also kept very busy with our housework.

This was the same with Master too, if one of us was sucking Him or being bent over and penetrated, or impaled on His lap, or on all fours for Him. We would all be straining to hear the sounds of His sexual pleasure and squiggling desperately on our plugs keeping tempo with each other. While we still hurried along with our chores.

Mistress often said that She enjoyed knowing that we were or seeing or hearing us busy with our housework, while She enjoyed sex, or just relaxed in Her garden and pool, or socializing with Her visitors. Enjoyed Her pretty maids in our pretty uniforms working so obediently and lovingly, for Her every want and need. And the palpable atmosphere of fright and erotic fright as we curtsied and smoothed our aprons before rushing breathlessly to the next task.

As we worked and squelched so haplessly on our dildo plugs, we also swung our bottoms and hips in harmony as well. Often tempting Master to slap our bottoms firmly as He passed. He didn’t really need much temptation in any case. But He did enjoy or squeals of excited fright, before telling us sharply to get on with our chores, which only increased our desperate arousal and fearful zeal to please.

But it was lovely to feel Mistress quivering on your tongue on your face, and She nearly always wanted a second slower session, that would leave you gasping for breath your face hot ad soaked with Her. She might allow you to change your uniform afterwards or maybe not. If Master had cum we had to wipe ourselves clean with our panties after He had allowed us to swallow. Unless it was  along session with Him.

Then when She was satisfied we would bring Her clean fresh panties, maybe a fresh skirt or leggings.

Being very fashionable and trendy, as well as Domme chic She did often favour glossy wet look leggings. Maybe fetch Her another glass of wine or accompany and attend to Her to the toilet again. Then being dismissed,  kissing Her bottom and curtsying, before hurrying  back to your chores. Mistress says  She always enjoys watching us mincing hurrying  back to our housework. anxious not to be seen to dally, while She relaxes. Relaxes enjoying the afterglow of Her climax. She also enjoys watching us hurry back to our chores our bottoms and thighs pink from a caning or cropping, trying to be graceful and pretty despite the puffy stinging and smarting on our rumps. As She sits back and smokes and sips Her wine, relaxing.   

She always seemed to be smoking at these times and the smell of cigarettes or weed, and coffee, which we were no longer allowed was so overwhelming, almost as much as the desperate aching to cum that was ever so present. 

One of Mistress favorites teases for a while was having me stand facing the wall while She masturbated then as I sucked and cleaned Her fingers afterwards ask me with sugary innocent sweetness why I looked so flushed. She had this look which always tormented me so,  it was so blank, as if She couldn’t possibly imagine what I was so bothered about, or what I was talking about. Of course I didn’t dare tell Her why I was so flushed, sissies are never allowed to be naughty or immodest & mention how needy they are.

She might then smile or laugh, as if suddenly realizing. She would then squeeze my chastity lightly or pat my bottom and tell me.

“Oh never mind sissy Master will be home soon and He loves parting your little pout, doesn’t He sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“If He chooses you that is sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“So lots of slippery lip gloss for Master, sissy ?”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

I remember when She & my former Mistress were training me for fellatio. I was looking up at the pair

of them still kissing and sucking the dildo. She had told me that lots of shiny lip gloss makes men think of fellatio, the shinier and more slippery looking the better. She told me, looking directly into my eyes whilst applying lipstick Herself, which naturally made me ache terribly.

“My boyfriend will be here soon sissy.”

“So lots of lip gloss sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Oh lots more than that sissy, you should look as wet as you want to feel for Him sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I had squirmed and blushed, humiliated and ashamed, knowing I would soon be sucking a real cock for the first time.

He wasn’t my Master then but He soon would be with Mistress’s and Miss’s consent.

The training was very intense and I was bent over for six with the crop so many times that afternoon at the slightest sign of dissatisfaction from Him or any imperfection of my service. My bottom was so raw and puffy that night I could barely perform my chores without wincing. Mistress had me sitting on the tiny very hard stool several times as well, and the next afternoon we started again. Until I looked up at Him submissively and adoringly eager to please Him totally and showing that I loved pleasing Him and wanted to please Him over and over again, and swallow His thick cum happily. Him and every Sir Mistress brought home for me to suck, even though it was forced Bi and I found it horrid and hated it.

But eventually after nearly a week of afternoon training my performance was deemed adequate. But just as in my chores and intimate service for Mistress I would have to seek and show continual fervid improvement.

But how far from that I was now, even though it was always still forced Bi of course.   

Of course Master wouldn’t care how excited I or we were, as long as we were all desperately excited to

greet and to pleasure Him. He would  choose whichever of us He wanted. And in fact that evening in particular He had dismissed me and chose another maid, sending the rest of us tearfully back to our housework, listening intently to the lucky maid pleasing Him and squelching on our plugs in unison.

Mistress would have lots of guests and visitors the afternoons Her patio parties were very popular and often Her female friends would come over to skinny dip in Her large pool, splashing about happily, while we rushed to serve them. At these times even though we couldn’t help but glance it was ‘eyes down sissy.’ And when we had male visitors they would slap and squeeze our bottoms as we served them, and they would ask us teasing questions but we were only for Masters sexual use, at least in His & Mistresses house.

If we had mixed pool guests both the Men and Women usually chose to wear swimming costumes. But in all fairness that was equally exciting as the ladies usually wore such lovely sexy costumes. And you could clearly see the outlines of the Sirs large cocks in their trunks.

We would be busy working when guest would arrive and one of us would open the door and curtsy, taking the guests coat and kissing Her bottom submissively. Then the guest would glide past to wherever Mistress was waiting. We would all stop our chores and momentarily, curtsy and say sweetly.

“Good afternoon (it was nearly always the afternoon) Miss, or Ms, thank  You Miss.”

Mostly the guests would completely ignore and disregard us and we would quickly curtsy again saying.

“Thank You Miss.” And hurry back on with our chores anxiously hoping we were not seen as dallying too much.

Of course it might be  a Sir too but they also quite rightly disregarded us.

Mistress often laughed there was always a delicious whiff of panic and fright at these times, and any other times She passed.

And of course it was very enjoyable and satisfying to see sissy maids so perfectly in their place busy with housework while our superiors relaxed and enjoyed themselves. Very enjoyable for them that is. But that is exactly as it should always be.

Sometimes the visitor might be my former Mistress and maybe a boyfriend and more often She would breeze past me ignoring me as She had every right to. And sometimes I might be called to serve drinks and sometimes I might be allowed to curtsy to Her and kiss Her bottom, briefly before being sent away or told to face the wall. I would be nearly in tears but if anybody noticed nobody deemed to care. At least not usually although Mistress did say She found it sweet and amusing.

If Mistress and the guests were relaxing outside we were usually quickly sent back inside, into the stuffy house, no air when superiors were not present. Out of the sun so not to mar our pale creamy skin.

But even as I was heartbroken about my former Mistress I did also love and adore Miss or as She was now Mistress. And ached to serve finally intimately Her. I did so love licking Her fingers after She had masturbated, and She was also allowing me to kiss Her thighs and bottom while it was still hot and damp. Of course if I was called to clean Master and She while they were having sex, or rather afterwards or in the interlude, I would lick Her clean intimately too. But that was as far as it would go until close to my gelding, which would be very soon.

I did also enjoy working with the other maids. Even though we were very jealous, petty and quite mean to each other we also loved each other and would hold and hug each other, when one of us was feeling overwhelmed or emotional, which was often. Long gone was the reservation of being seen feminized by other sissies, which felt even more emasculating, if that was possible, but also in a different way than being seen by a dominant real Man. Even though you did still feel so totally emasculated and demeaned in your pretty maid uniform curtsying to Master and the Sirs. But curtsying to the other maids and kissing them on the lips, holding hands if you were walking together, made you feel so pathetic in your pink glossy panties. Sissy panties were nearly always tight and glossily glassy both inside facing and outwards. Although some Mistresses liked to see their sissies in frill too. But even so, now we cuddled and kissed, and giggled and teased each other as we hurried on with our housework.

Mistress and Masters house was very large and luxurious and did need an awful lot of cleaning. Sissies

always had to do all chores by hand whenever possible. As well as saving money on electricity and labor saving devices, plus the environment, It kept us perfectly in our place performing menial & traditionally female housework. Domestic drudgery that was far too demeaning for women and Mistress.

We would curtsy submissively and tell Mistress we were so glad that She had us sissies to perform all the housework and domestic chores.

She would sit back and smile indulgently, sometimes absently holding Her crop.

But in truth it wasn’t just the fear of corporal punishment, chastity, even for gelded sissies made us so flustered and fussy, desperate to be attentive and pleasing that we were longingly happy to serve Her in each and any way possible.

And in truth I did love the fact that real women didn’t do housework, their sissies did.

And I did want so much to be a good maid for Her and Master,

And in my pretty uniform. The wet look satin uniforms were so glossy and detailed with lace, organza and taffeta, totally impractical for housework as were our long squared nails and manicures, but everything had to be kept shiny immaculate and perfect.

“More wine sissy.”

Even though I had been facing the wall while She masturbated I still felt very hot and sticky in my uniform. My enlarged plug felt so big and slippery.

 “Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“You may run, along, well  mince back to your housework now sissy.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

I had double curtsied sweetly and hurried quickly back to the other maids.

I could still smell and taste Her & I still had Her soaked panties to lovingly hand wash.

I so longed for Her as all sissies should long for their Mistress, as much as all sissies should be kept in chastity.

We were all squelching smiling winsomely on our plugs, wistful and longing. 

Thank You Mistress.