Miss & Master part 3 The Driver

 

The driver slapped my bottom again, this time more firmly and loudly. Finding the base of my plug with His slap like they always manage to do.

The earlier lighter pat slap, had nothing to do with respect for my Mistress being present. Nor anything to do with Him asserting that He was firmly in control now, He like any Real Man always was, unless Mistress said otherwise, rather it was simply because He chose to do so. Enjoying my squeaked squeal of distress and watching my bottom and my breasts jiggle in response to His firm hand. And that as Mistress told me I should be flattered that my ass was considered pretty enough for His nice loud and lewd sounding slap. And I should always curtsy & thank Him.    

“Hurry up sissy.” He told me in amused feigned impatience, I was going as quickly as I could in my heels and hobble strap.

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”  I squealed and curtsied then hurried up.

I wasn’t  allowed to look up above the belt line of any superior, unless I was sucking His cock, but I still thought I recognized Him, from His physique and voice,  as one of the regular drivers and punishment bulls. Although in fairness this was still intentionally rather difficult and confusing for me and any sissy. Because we are only ever allowed to look up if He lifts you by your chin , or during fellatio, and the auto conditioning makes it so that most Men are a face but we have difficulty recognizing them. This is mostly for the bulls and at the hotels, where we serve lots of different Men.  I knew He was one of the regular punishment bulls though. And  the large bulge in his well tailored trousers was rather evident.                   

The hunks here tend to favour the well built but slim look, closely groomed and manscaped. Or should I say that’s what the Ladies mostly prefer. Some of the real men liked to be smooth down there too. Unlike sissies who look even tinier smooth and waxed, Real Men look so much more bigger and more intimidatingly swollen when they are smooth and you are kissing them intimately. Although I have heard Miss and Mistresses sometimes laugh at how a Man who likes to be totally smooth down there maybe secretly has latent desires to be pantied themselves. Although I was never allowed to have such thoughts or to think about these things too deeply, I do understand, that the treatments and hormones can work for anyone. And that some sissies might have been dominants and slowly found themselves slowly lured or reeled in. only finding out too late when the chastity was locked and it was too late to reverse direction.  

The bulls however are mostly vanilla and usually live outside the digitally gated autonomous FLR zone. But working inside, the wages are very good and there are lots of fringe benefits too. While most Women, Mistresses and vanilla expect fidelity from their Men, and most Women have the financial clout or independence to demand this, most allow, or tolerate  their Men to entertain themselves with sissies, after all boys will be boys, and sissies were just sex toys.  

It is also a seamless experience for superiors crossing the border for work or otherwise. Though it is often said you can feel your earning potential rising as soon a you cross the digital line, wages are often 4 or 5 times the national rate. It is an open border but not for the sissies, who once brought to Femtopia are not allowed to leave. They are in permanent service and need permission, which is never given,  for that.  

The bulls are recruited and employed because they are especially well endowed, with very large members that are often only appealing to some Women, but perfect for intimidating and punishing sissies. Very large cocks that are very uncomfortable and distressing for anal, for sissies who are made to  have such pleasurably tight little holes.  And massive for our hot eager little mouths, we always expected to deep throat and take Him all the way to His swollen balls on your chin no matter how big the Real Man is, without any complaints.

The punishment bulls were expected to keep themselves well manscaped too. and quite a few opted for the waxed look, which one them carried absolutely no suggestion of emasculation or effemininity. Even if they were just manscaped they were so big you could barely see any hair down there anyway, with His big swollen cock in your face. Sissies were programmed by autosuggestion and hormones to desperately fear but want to please a Real Man with your mouth. That is until you are being spanked and then forced to your knees in front of His now open trousers. Then the overwhelming shaming feeling of forced-bi kicks in, but you must always please Him and show how much you want and enjoy pleasing Him. This is the same with any Real Man but with the bulls the fear of His massive cock (in truth they aren’t all that massive again its auto suggestion) but they are very muscular, is huge and palpably so. But you still kneel to please Him looking up at Him almost in  submissive bliss and awe. All intended to making Him feel so good.

This isn’t necessary for anal incidentally, all you have to do is struggle prettily but futilely and moan into your gag, usually your panties. Moaning and sobbing in helpless and ignored protest and distress at how big they are penetrating your very tight ass. There is no need for any pretense in this as any penetration no matter how small and thin feels so massive for sissies because of the lubes and estrogen. Which makes us feel impossibly tight but also impossibly slippery for the enjoyment of the penetrator.        

As I hurried to get into the back of the limo the overwhelming   smell of  sex and fear hit me. In actual fact it was a faint smell if present at all, but auto conditioning makes sissies hyper sensitive to cues,

 “Never mind the stink sissy, I had a little stop over this morning, driving the sissy secretaries to the office.” He told me & laughed.

He would be barely able to smell the aroma of sex and fear , or care about the smell sitting in the driver area which was part of the air conditioned front cabin . Also air conditioned but in the back was a very comfortable bucket seat where we were never allowed to sit but  a Miss might sit if She was supervising the sissies during their journey. 

“Oh, Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whimpered, choking on the thick moist  smell as soon as He mentioned

it, again this was auto suggestion rather than real.  Sitting, or rather perching as prettily as I  could on the quite slippery rear cushion seat. The seats are designed so that when a sissy perches prettily on the surface she feels like she is impaled or mounted on her ever present dildo plug.  I heard the click of the restraint on the rear of my cuff belt locking me in position and completing the effect. I and the other sissies couldn’t help but wiggle futilely for a second. It was often at this point that we might be gagged and sometimes blindfolded, but not today. I looked down at the pink leather it was highly polished to be shiny as patent leather, easy to wipe down but very smooth too, and a very suggestive gleam as your weight  pressed into it like a soft pink leather bosom almost.

 

All these hot images of a sissy in pretty secretary outfit kneeling between His legs sucking His massive thick cock and all the other pretty bimbos watching squirming with desire and fear that they might be next. Hot visceral tactile fantasies, instantly swirling round and mixing so confusingly in my head, triggered just by the smell of leather and sex.

 

He loomed over me as I perched on the soft but slippery seat nervously and fidgeted, I wanted to smooth my apron down but couldn’t because my wrists were cuffed behind me. He patted my thigh and gave it a little squeeze. I squeaked rather than replied wondering if He intended to have a little stop over with me, His bulge looked very big.

“Whatever is the going on in that pretty but vacant  little head of yours sissy.”

“Yes Sir, please Sir I don’t know Sir, thank You Sir.” I blurted chocking with sudden fright, had I been displeasing.

“Sometimes pretty sissies need a nice thick taste of cum, don’t they sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whispered.

“Nice and warm, freshly pumped.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Or still spurting.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

Did I want His sticky slimy taste on my lips, on my face. Looking up at Him  in hot aroused shame as I swallowed, or told ‘eyes down sissy’ after He had finished with my intimate service.

“And sissies always need a good fucking.”

Just like in the bad old sexist days ‘the only thing a woman needs is a good fucking from time to time, to keep her happy’ and subjugated in the kitchen. Women no longer subscribed to this, if they ever did, except where it pertained to their sissymaids.

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“A Real Man to spread and split that tight pretty ass, and make you moan.”

“Or a good spanking.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whimpered in misery.  I knew He spanked so hard and the threat was also often a promise.

I glanced as the well worn tawse hanging from its hook, the threat of the leather tawse was always present. He saw my glance and smirked, I could almost hear Him saying ‘Sucks to be you sissy.’ but He didn’t need to say it, the superiors never did need to.

“Eyes down sissy.” He told me, which meant the only place I could look at Him was His bulge

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I whimpered.

To my shame now I could taste & feel His swollen glans as I kissed His cock, His  cum on my lips. My panties & thighs felt hot and tight, I was flushing too, pinking prettily down there between my creamy thighs.

He chuckled.

I gulped and gasped in fright at His confident chuckle. Even though I was scrupulously dry and clean I felt like I was completely wet, soaked with sex and fear like the slavegirls in our stories, in my panties.

But I did so need to kneel before Him now and placate His dominant so casual manliness, to feel His cum on my lips. And sexually feared it and Him absolutely too.

On more than one occasion being transported, the drivers had decided to stop and enjoy my intimate submission. This was allowed and encouraged by Mistresses, as it was outside the household and as such I was totally under His control and domination, for the duration, and the drivers were nearly always punishment bulls. Quite often when driving me home from somewhere, He would  enjoy fellatio in the kitchen, before leaving me to hurry and make everything perfect for Mistresses imminent arrival. Mistress would arrive home sensing my discomfort and embarrassment and be either scornfully amused or decide to punish me for being such an easy bimbo, or slut. She would still be amused though.

On another earlier occasion one of the drivers had spotted a left over splash of cum from an earlier BJ or rape and pointed it out to me. Telling me to lick it clean and wasn’t I lucky to have a taste of Him. I had obediently licked up His cum, swallowed and thanked Him. He had watched me smirking as I swallowed the now gummy still smelly and slimy glob of His pleasure. Another time pointing out the errant sticky blob and telling me that He would have to stop by the office and punish the secretary for leaving such a mess. Foolishly I remember asking if He would spank her very hard, and He had told me that such disgraceful behaviour deserved the tawse. Which had made me start to cry, the mere mention of the tawse or Mistresses crop always make sissies want to cry. For me even Mistresses canes do, they are so painful and frightful. Even though I knew it is necessary for sissies to be punished and under strict discipline. And corporal punishment on the bottom was the most appropriate method, combining pain and sexual humiliation.  Also  satisfaction  for the superior. Altogether an excellent  method of correcting a disobedient sissy.

Seeing me so tearful that time too He had picked up a glob of the cum on His finger and allowed me to lick it from His finger and swallow, so I could have a taste of Him to remember and think about while He was punishing the other sissy later.

On another occasion He had spanked me and made me lick it up and then enjoyed my fellatio afterwards. and I’m told another variant was that the driver took the current occupant to the office and summoned the other sissy. He had tawsed them both then enjoyed joint fellatio from the pair. On these occasions the sissies will be gagged with each other panties for punishment and for rape. It wouldn’t matter to Him if His ‘package’ arrived at her destination late, sissy might be punished, but He wouldn’t. Even though  it was entirely His choice  what happened the sissies were never given a choice.

I sometimes wondered how if any work was done at all at the offices. But in reality AI and automation

does most of the work and these roles for the superiors are mostly for social and wellbeing reasons and very well paid too.

I’m not sure if Mistress is teasing me frightfully or being serious when She occasionally tells me She is thinking about sending me to work in one of the offices during the day. It does make me feel very unsettled and frightened in a sexual way, after all it would be similar to being a chambermaid in  the hotels, but all the time I thought.

‘But just think of all the fellatio techniques you could learn from the other ‘good girls’ or the Real Men for that matter’ Mistress would tell me.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”  I would whisper, not at all mollified

It was true that after spending time at the hotels you do learn and get to practice lots of new ‘special’ techniques and variations to please a Real Man.

The other chambermaids also told me lots of special new tricks for pleasing Mistress too. it was quite the gossip exchange.

“Just think how much Master would enjoy your mouth.” Mistress told me

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” 

In fact all the housework could easily be performed by automatons too, but it was pleasing and important to the superiors that obedient sissies in pretty maids dresses performed all the traditionally ‘feminine’ house work the old fashioned hard way, scrubbing and polishing floors on your hands and knees. Working and smiling prettily for our Mistress or Master. Content in our domestic as well as sexual subjugation.

The driver closed the door and we set off. In the back I couldn’t see through any of the windows nor tell how fast or slow we might be going. The driver did seem quite leisurely, and kept watching me in the rear view mirror, which made me even more anxious that we might be stopping for an intimate  break for His pleasure. Then I glanced up at the camera in the corner of the back area and felt silly, because  He could see me easily enough anyway without using the mirror. Seeing me glance at the camera and to emphasize the effect He switched on the display in the back which showed feed of Him enjoying the sissy earlier. All the other secretaries looked very pretty in their PVC mini skirts and see through tight white satin blouses. They all looked very flustered and distressed watching the other sissy being spanked then giving the driver a BJ. And scandalously all getting helplessly involuntarily excited too wishing it was them being spanked before sucking His cock. Watching the other maids squirming on their plugs in rhythm to the sissy sucking Him. And now me too I blushed squirming along with them.

He turned round and smirked “Enjoying the video sissy ?.” He laughed

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” I blushed and flushed even redder my voice sissy squeaky high.

“Eyes down sissy.” He told me even though I hadn’t raised my gaze

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“What a fuckable little bimbo you are sissy.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“A very fuckable little maid.”

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.”

“Eyes down sissy.” He told me again laughing.

I was sure He was  intending to stop now for a BJ but instead He pulled up and it was at Misses house instead. It was generally up to Him if He wanted to stop and enjoy His perk, but sometimes the drivers are given specific instructions to deliver their package quickly.

Leading me to the door of Misses house He slapped my bottom sharply and loudly. I squealed and curtsied.

“Yes Sir, thank You Sir.” My plug felt suddenly huge even more so than it normally was. Miss always liked to keep Her own sissies plugs at nearly full size and the auto conditioning was kicking in now for me too.

The defaults were large for everyday chores, much larger when Mistress was home with or without guests. When serving a Real Man much larger again so you felt like you were almost throbbing bursting around the dildo. And then even more swollen  when serving Mistress intimately. Because we were in Miss and Masters house the dildo would always be at the much larger serving a Man size. Except when attending Miss while one Her sissies was serving Her or washing Misses panties then it would be at the maximum size, even though I never served Miss intimately.   

As I curtsied and thanked Him for hurrying me along, I gulped and remembered that Mistress hadn’t allowed me to pee me this morning either.

Mistress strictly controlled my toilet times, only once in the morning and once before my bedtime enema. Though it must be said because of the scientifically controlled sissy diets it was always just pee, the enema was just to clean my bottom after being plugged all day and to remind me that my bottom was always there for my superiors penetrative pleasure. Sometimes if Mistress had decided to peg me at bedtime I would have an enema in the morning too.  The enema was always just verging on being too warm to hot, Mistress often liked to watch as I gingerly hopped around, telling me what a good maid I was.  On occasion Mistress would punish me or tease me by not allowing me to toilet in the evening, or deliberately forgetting to allow me to pee before She set off for the day. Sometimes telling me sweetly that She hoped I didn’t mind as She was simply too busy and it was just a little discomfort for me to wait, all the while sitting there relaxing with Her coffee and cigarette. She would make  a point of going for a long and loud pee Herself to emphasize this. With me wiping Her afterwards.

Miss & Master were also very strict about toileting and often they would make their sissies wait a couple of days as a tease or punishment, or for foreplay too, or simply just because they wanted to. Master said it made us feel very squirmy when He fondled and fucked us, and what was more important His enjoyment or our little distress. You would curtsy and say your pleasure Master and mean it too. He was particularly fond doing this in the evening. After we have had our enema we are quite desperate to go. And He would suddenly announce ‘not tonight maids’ and we would all curtsy and thank Him. Smiling prettily but visibly dismayed too, which was very comely He said.

It had been tested, that most sissies can go for 3 days plus not being allowed to pee, without causing any physical harm or ill effects, except it can be rather uncomfortable, after even half a day. The sissy will squirm very prettily under especially dominant roving male hands. This was an idea carried over from slavegirl auctions where a slave not permitted to pee was very pliant and obedient on the auction block. But also from the hotels, where the guests like the sissies in such a squirmy state. none of the sissies  liked it, but that didn’t matter. And who liked or wanted strict  chastity either, it was an enjoyable and extremely hot fantasy, until it was permanently imposed on you.

But because hotel toilet management was a rather tiresome thing to administer with all the

chambermaids. The maids  were allowed to toilet once per day, but auto conditioning meant the sissy never felt like she had been given the chance to finish and always still felt like she needed to go, so was still squirmy without the Misses having to keep track of who had or hadn’t been toileted or denied. And individual maids could still be singled out and not allowed to pee, in an evening. It was all rather horrid for us and enjoyable for the superiors and it was becoming fashionable for home use & control too.

But why  did He always have to slap so hard on my bottom, I thought tearfully in  total misery. His big flat hand hitting me across my thighs and bottom, so exposed to Him by the high skirt of my uniform  and my wiggling mince. As I struggled with the very high platform maids boots, and the short 5” hobble strap that joined the boots. As short as a pair of pretty panties around my ankles. And the 10” dildo plug penetrating my ass. My fingertips clutching at the hem of my skirt in curtsy cuffs, as  I struggled to walk prettily without stumbling, to keep up with Him and His Manly gait, or even Mistress in Her heels and lovely stride. And His slap always seemed to hit the base of my plug too, as I hurried breathlessly, quite frantic with helpless fright.

The outer door opened automatically for Him, obviously on the house camera, but being a empty headed  sissy I didn’t quite understand how this worked. There was a short porch or vestibule  area and the inner door was opened by one of Miss’s maids. Housemaids are usually not permitted to leave the house and only occasionally to hurry to serve  in the garden patio & pool area. Never allowed outside, or to be seen outside at the front of the house.

Most Mistresses in Femtopia keep their maids in strict purdah and confined to domesticity. We are not even allowed to look out of the windows on the public side of Mistresses house, and only very briefly to glimpse the rear garden areas. An experienced Mistress frequently denies housemaids small pleasures and gratifications, It teaches us, the more deeply, that we  are in service. We couldn’t  look out of the windows during the day because of the shutters, and in the evenings or weekends when Mistress was home we could look out of the window but didn’t dare. Sometimes when we were cleaning the rear  windows, we would glimpse out and see Mistress and Master and possibly guests relaxing in the garden or enjoying the pool, but we weren’t not allowed to linger in our gaze. Deliveries and house maintenance here were done in private, with the maids being secluded in parts of the house behind locked doors if any work was being done in the house. And when food or goods were being brought to the house we were not allowed in those areas, although we did have to thank the delivery person via the house audio feed and curtsy even though the superior couldn’t see the curtsy.

Outside Femtopia Mistress had expected me to receive deliveries, these were usually by Ladies on the scene already, but often vanilla tradespersons who whilst not part of the scene were familiar with it. I would have to curtsy and thank them and offer tea and coffee serving them perfectly. The Men were usually  rather bemused and the Women were often amused but supercilious with me. Mistress said the humiliation added to my training. Mistress would also allow me to peer out of the tiny window in the door as She left for Her day.

Before I was put into panties, I had loved very exclusive sports cars and so had Mistress,  as a

coincidence She and I both wanted the same car. Except Mistress had been wealthy enough to afford one. Outside Femtopia all vehicles are now converted to fully electric for environmental reasons and had been for some time. But Her car still, had that lovely electric purr as She set off. Here in autonomous Femtopia, She had the real unconverted thing, with specially treated, no carbon emission gasoline. And although I was not permitted to look out of the door window anymore, nor even to go into the garage where the crimson beast was kept. I could still hear the petrol roar of the engine as it was started and its loud hum.    

The pretty maid at the inner was named sissymaid mollie, She saw the driver first and I saw her face pale and she trembled. Although Miss didn’t use the punishment bull system, all Her maids had experience of the drivers. Miss and Master, like Mistress usually had 3 long vacations per year, where we would spend around a month or so as chambermaids at the hotels. Generally if Miss like Mistress went away for work conferences, as I said before these are mainly jollies rather than productive except  for the schmoozing, Master would look after the maids. Or if both happened to be away which sometimes happened for short periods the maids could be taken to one of the hotels or a Miss could be employed to stay over and supervise the housemaids, acting in a way as  strict au pair. This was also a good way of giving prospective Mistresses a taste of the life in Femtopia. Although Miss didn’t allow sexual service to the au pairs, She has said She might consider this in the future.

Mollie caught her breath and curtsied to the driver

“Hello Sir, welcome Sir, thank You Sir.” Her voice was very squeaky and high. She blushed and I blushed too.

Behind Her I saw Miss approaching “Oh do stop fussing and flustering sissy, its just a Man. No need to get your panties in such a twist.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I saw mollie glance behind Her at the house crop Miss was carrying, which I also couldn’t unsee nor now stop looking at.

“Thank you driver, nice to see you again, I hope sissy emily was a good girl for you.”

There was also an implicit question there too. Miss had specifically instructed Him to bring me straight here, rather than stopping for His pleasure.

He smirked and grinned. “Yes my passengers are always good girls if they know what’s good for them.”

“Excellent well, we shall  see you again soon.”

He patted my bottom again “On the way home then sissy.” He said as He left.

“Yes Sir thank You Sir.” I had sobbed in fright not needing to guess what He intended. It might not even be Him on the return journey. And He or any other driver might not be interested in a BJ stop, or might have been instructed not to by Mistress. But it didn’t stop me thinking about, would He or wouldn’t He  anxiously.   

But He didn’t hear He was already in the limo.

“Come along sissy.” Miss told me curtly but I think She was also smirking.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”  I curtsied and followed Her inside.

 

Miss & Master part 4 Naughty Maids

 

I curtsied to Miss

“Hello Miss, thank You for having me Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Oh its no trouble its always good to have an extra house maid around, the pleasure is always mine.” She turned around so I could kneel and kiss Her bottom. Once respectfully on each cheek, through the oh so soft leather of Her skirt. She wiggled Her bottom slightly as I softly kissed each cheek. Then I stood and curtsied again.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

I saw mollie watching me jealously, so did Miss.

“Oh don’t look so envious sissy you can kiss & welcome emily too.” Miss teased knowing that mollie really wanted to kiss Her bottom so badly now.

Most Mistresses expect any sissy to curtsy and kiss their bottom, through the skirt or trousers of course,  in greeting or saying goodbye. It is both respectful, deferential and a sign of devoted obedience. And deeply reinforces your inferiority to the real Woman.  For your own Mistress you kiss Her on both cheeks and then from slightly underneath between the cheeks. If Mistress is feeling affectionate or indulgent, She might turn and allow you to kiss her pubic mound too. For Ladies who were not your Mistress it was a soft but lingeringly respectful peck on each cheek. But if the Miss wiggled Her bottom, as they often did with often a delighted giggle as you pecked her reverently, you had to kiss both cheeks again. It is also used as a little treat or tease for sissies, when Mistress wishes.

Furthermore whenever speaking to Mistress or any other Lady, sissies are expected to always visualize

themselves kissing the woman softly between the butt cheeks, clothed of course, as you speak respectfully to them. And also that your plug is that Lady penetrating you at that very moment. For Real Men sissy must imagine herself, as the moment during fellatio when He has spurted precum into your mouth or on your face and you are waiting for His permission to swallow & continue. Or that moment when you are kissing along His shaft from His swollen balls along the frenulum to His glans, ready to start pleasing Him. And quite naturally that your plug is His throbbing cock already penetrating you.

Mollie and I stood facing each other and curtsied, then kissed fully on the lips, first with eyes wide open then closing our eyes as we lingered ever so slightly over the embrace and kiss, pressing our pert sissy bosoms to each other. Then we curtsied again to each other and holding hands curtsied to Miss. Who was watching with a look of amused slightly bored condescension.

“No tongues little maids save that delight for me.” She sometimes would tell us, although part of the kiss always did involve touching the tip of the other maids tongue with your own. But we knew exactly what she meant. Or if She said

“No tongues girls save that for Master.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Even after all this time effeminized and in chastity, after all the treatments and changes, it still felt so humiliating and sissy-gay kissing another sissy. Knowing that she was in chastity, well hormonally gelded now, just like you. but also very feminine and girly but in a pathetic trivial silly way. Especially the curtsy and rustle of satin and petticoats, the felt as well as heard squelch on your plug, as you curtsied deeply.

We would curtsy in unison, unable to get the thought of pleasing Her with our tongue out of our fervid little heads or kissing Master cock. Coupled with the erotic shame of kissing another sissy on the lips, and touching tongues, if just the very tip. And pressing our satin uniforms together, feeling the other sissies breasts and just imagining feeling her chastity pressing on yours.

Miss slapped the tab of house crop against Her shoe with a loud sudden crack. We both gasped in fright trembling.

“Back to your housework now maid mollie….” She told the maid.

Incidentally although we are given feminine names they do not really belong to us and we are not worthy of an unabridged female name,  Mistress can and did change a name whenever She pleases. I have a different name assigned at the hotels. And for example my name is emily in full it is ‘sissymaid emily’ or ‘sissy emily’ ‘maid emily’ ‘chastity sissy emily’ and so on. At home mistress calls me sissy or maid and if She calls out & says for example ‘maid emily’ I know I am in trouble and for the cane.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” Mollie curtsied and hurried back to the dining room area.

“Come along emily no time for dilly dallying, lets get you nice and, busy, busy too.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I curtsied and hurried on in front of Her, ever fearful of the crop She was casually swinging.

We went upstairs, She did kindly wait ever so slightly as I struggled in my heels and hobble strap, squelching on my plug with each tiny step too, then into the bedroom where another maid, lucy was busy stripping and changing sheets, on Misses and Masters bed.

Lucy stopped and curtsied to Mistress, then to me, as I did to Her, kissing lucy too fully on the lips.

“Maid emily is joining us for a few days so I expect everything to be done extra perfectly, and without any delays.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” Lucy replied with a rather winsome curtsy

“So there will be lots of extra chores too, to keep you all nice and busy, busy.”

Mistress and Miss often used this kind of talk to emphasize how inferior and menial our housework was

regarded by them. It didn’t require a great deal of thought if any , just devoted obedience.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”  We both curtsied together. And turned to hurry on with the chores

Then all of a sudden a swish and crack behind me and a stinging stripe on my thighs, then another criss crossing it.

“Well hurry to it maid emily.”

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

I was already going as fast as I thought I could, but Miss was also making a point that I was under Her discipline now. Lucy flashed me a look, as if to say glad it was you and not me, in almost a smug satisfied way. But really just frightened and glad it wasn’t her. Then the house crop landed across the rear of her soft thighs too, two criss crossed stripes and two squeals of pain and misery.

“Hurry, hurry maid lucy, maid emily.” Miss told us.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” We both curtsied and chorused in unison. Neither of us dared turn round but I caught a glimpse of the smile of satisfaction on Misses face in the mirror. Before She strode out of the room.

Lucy and I looked up at each others tear welling eyes, for a brief moment. Sissy maids are not really allowed to look up at each others faces either. But a brief glimpse is tolerated. In misery as the stripes started to smart and sting. Somewhere else in the house I heard another loud crack of the house crop, then the second lash, and a squeal of pain, and then the sissy thanking Miss. Lucy and I both winced and hurried on with our chores.

Downstairs I heard a maid saying goodbye to Miss at the door and then the door closing, then a short time later the roar of Misses sports car as She set off for work. Leaving us all to our housework and the supervision of the house AI. As the sissy radio came on none of us dared slacken our pace or try to work any less prettily. The house AI watched and recorded everything, reporting any naughtiness or anything of interest to Miss. Or Miss Herself might we watching the feed live, or even Master, though I suspected He wasn’t really much interested in watching sissies performing housework, not in the same way that the Mistresses relished watching us.

“I think Miss, your Mistress is even stricter with us when I stay over.” I told lucy.

I was just saying, sissies never dare complain about superiors.

“Oh I don’t think so maid emily.” Lucy whispered back,  both of us were still breathlessly busy.

“You don’t ?”

“No, Mistress has been very strict with us after….” She looked down at her apron and I glanced down at hers and mine too. at the very faint bulge made by the chastity locks, even tinier that the old miniscule chastity bulge.

We both looked at each other wistfully, nearly in tears, and risked a very quick hug.

“It is better this way for Mistress and Master, but I miss knowing it was there even if it was always locked,  sometimes…” Her voice trailed off.

“Yes me too, and I’m always so flustered now too, its so difficult to concentrate.” I didn’t say horny but she knew exactly what I meant.

Why did everything in our lives have to feel so sexual all the time.

It was getting hot and sticky in the house now, the intelligent air con is turned off when the superiors

leave. And in this climate after a few minutes seconds even the atmosphere is unbearably humid. We are not allowed to perspire though, the treatments keep us dry and sweat free, but as a result we feel even hotter and stifled, and the cheap sissy perfume we use, just enhances that.

I looked at lucy’s uniform, with its buttoned peter pan collar, the buttons at the rear of course. The blouse part of the dress was tight over Her petite but bouncy and pert sissy breast. The shiny wet look satin of the maids dress shimmering prettily over her bosom. Mine was the same. I did love the fabric of the uniforms, it was so glossy and slippery looking, with little lave puff sleeves, which made our arms look so slim and pretty too. Sometimes if we were serving food we would wear delicate white lace gloves, but not for our general chores.

The glossy fabric slippery on both sides, combined with our slippery petticoats, was very hot and stuffy. And somehow the shortness of our maids dresses didn’t help at all somehow just  also made the uniforms feel even hotter and stuffier. Even though the shortness made us feel so open and exposed at the same time.

I knew already that Master wasn’t at home, because when He was home all the maids would be wearing uniforms with a low cut frontage, so we jiggled and bounced our cleavage for Him to enjoy, fondle and contemplate at His Manly lusty leisure. The same as at home if Mistress was expecting Her lover to come over or just to pick Her up, I would wear a low cut uniform for His enjoyment, even if it was only His visual enjoyment. And also even in the low cut dress, the wet look latex infused satin felt very maddeningly slippery and hot and oh so stuffy.

“But these are lovely though.” We both said together jiggling our breasts, we both gasped and giggled, like bimbos.

“Even if my nipples are always so very sensitive.” She said giving me a little jiggle, I jiggled back and we both heard the tiny bells on our nipples ringing. Mine was on a short chain between my nipples with a free hanging pretty little bell. It could be a little extra tender if I wasn’t in my uniform with its push up bra because the chain would pull very taut, but that wasn’t very often, and it was very pretty.

As if the breasts  were a reward or consolation for the hormonal  gelding, being allowed to grow breasts for the enjoyment of the Real Men, which it was I suppose, though the pleasure belonged to the Real Men & Masters of course.

I like most of Misses sissies had been put into panties (chastity & feminized) outside of Femtopia. Any sissy who enters Femtopia who isn’t already snipped is gelded within a couple of weeks. Although sissies who come to Femtopia with their Mistresses are given some leeway in the process, well the Mistress is given the leeway to initiate the procedure in Her own time.

Because the hormones and estrogen involved in gelding are very strong, sissies also start to grow very

small breasts and most Mistresses choose to enhance this with extra localized hormones to give their maids a nice pert cleavage, so that the breasts are developed before the gelding is complete. Although before the process we are examined by the Lady  doctor,  the sissy gynecologist as they were called, and teased about it by Mistress, we were never really told or kept updated as to the process, just that it was desirable and be happening very soon and whether we wanted it or not. I remember, coming home from a few days at Misses house and Mistress being particularly affectionate and tender with me after cunnilingus. I was told I could stay kneeling between Her thighs and leave washing Her panties till later. I was so happy just kissing Her thighs softly as She almost purred with post orgasmic pleasure.

She had asked me how Misses maids were, with their new bouncy breasts, mine were growing at that time too, which I remember thinking was rather unusual, Mistress never usually asked about Misses maids, though sometimes she might ask about Miss or Master, whether I had been a good girl for them . And I had replied that the maids had all seemed obedient and docile & content as sissymaids can be. But I said they all seemed a little pensive at times too and a little bit moody too, though they never showed that to Miss or Master. I had also been a little tearful and moody too, like I was when it was Mistresses special time of the month. Even though Mistress never experienced any signs of PMT or period pains, I would be very emotional and needy at those times.

Mistress then allowed me to perch on the couch beside Her, after fetching Her another glass of wine. She had patted my bottom very softly and kissed my cheek. Then She had explained that Miss had told Her sissies they would be going to the hospital next week for the final stages of their gelding. There isn’t really much to be done in truth, just a very strong dose of hormones that can be debilitating for a day, then the shrunken testes are pushed permanently back inside the body, and the chastity devices replaced with a tiny button like chastity lock as the penis or clitty is equally recessed & button like. The chastity lock is really only there for the semblance of control and to keep the long urethral tube, that stops sissies feeling any masculine gushing or release sensations when we pee, in place. Misses sissies would be going into hospital together and being ‘snipped’  on the same day. Some Mistresses with multiple maids, send them in one by one, but this can be very upsetting for the maids. Of course some Mistress just ignore this silliness and sissy must just do as she is told. But Miss was very kind to Her sissies.

I had started to feel very upset for them, but then Mistress had wiped a tear from my cheek and kissed me again on the cheek, and told me that it would be my turn next. She and Master had decided, especially now that my breasts were nearly at the desired level. It wasn’t necessary for the gelding to have breasts of a certain size, nor vice versa. But it felt like it was as Mistress told me lovingly but firmly.

I had wanted to sob, to beg and plead, for Mistress to change Her mind. But I knew I didn’t dare to, nor would it make any difference to Her decision. I felt like one of the pretty slavegirls in my stories where after they were physically branded, with the white hot iron,  they knew they were property and irrevocably slaves. There was no going back for me, just like all the other sissymaids in Femtopia.

She had handed me Her discarded panties to wash, plus a couple of pairs from Her bag, that She had worn during the day, but followed me into the tiny laundry room. Opening the window, I was not allowed to open She sat in the opening in the breeze coming in from the beach. She was being very kind, Her cigarette smoke was especially maddeningly tempting this evening, I had been a smoker before I was put into panties.

Although most sissies get both very excited and feel humiliated by hand washing their Mistresses panties. Mistress had decided to make it very much a tease for me, Miss and all Her friends joined in so I was highly self conscious about it. At Misses suggestion She had given me Her moist panties to be gagged with while Master spanked and fucked  me, and then I was to hand launder and iron them for Her later. Packing them away to give to Her on Her next visit. Or Mistress would take them in a little envelope, sealed with a lipstick kiss from me to give to Her. Also on the very rare occasion when another Mistress visited with Her lover, and Mistress wanted me to entertain the Man, the Lady would smile at the naughtiness of the idea and hand Her lover Her still warm panties to gag me with. And of course I would hand launder these too later. It became so much of a tease so that Mistress and some of Her friends used to call me their little pantie sissy.

She had lit a cigarette and taken a deep sip of Her wine, She wasn’t being deliberately mean but Her

attitude  was adamant, and She was being very affectionate too.

“Just think how much Master will enjoy those pretty breasts and my lovers will too, while they are waiting for me to finish getting ready.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And they will barely feel your chastity lock when they put you over their knee to spank you.”

Mistress like most Mistresses insisted that a Real Man always spank sissy before sex, especially oral sex. I knew He would still feel it though no matter how tiny and flat it was, and I would still humiliatingly know He could always feel it.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered

“And I think we will get you some new pretty panties…” She smiled “Smaller & a little tighter I think, but not really too much smaller.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”  At which I had started weeping.

Mistress had allowed me to sit with Her again after I had finished in the laundry room. And had a taken me to Her bed that night too. But in the morning it was clear as it always had been that the matter was fully decided and that I would have to as I was told just like Misses maids.

“And Master is and has always been very strict isn’t He.” I whispered.

“He is, but He should be with sissymaids shouldn’t He.” Lucy looked at me.

We were both thinking about being over His knee, for a spanking and both of us feared it as much as we ached to be over His knee too. I looked down and  lucy squeeze Her thighs together and realized I was doing the same. For  a moment we both squidged on our plugs. The locked phallic plug that was modeled on Masters own erect cock, just fuller and thicker, more exaggerated. But not very much so He told me once as He replugged my ass after sex.

“Yes Master thank You Master.” I had whispered as He slapped my bottom sending me to fetch Him a  beer, after He had raped me.

“Oh we had better hurry up,” Lucy said suddenly looking a little bit frightened “we don’t want Master to be very strict do we.”

I was suddenly frightened too thinking about the horrible leather tawse Master used when He wanted to punish us more seriously. I knew lucy was thinking about just that too.

“Oh yes, we should, shouldn’t we.” I gasped and hurried up  

Miss like Mistress, slept on silk sheets, these were a silvery gray and matt. Mistress liked black and shiny and expected the sheets to be totally creaseless  like a mirror on Her bed until She disturbed them. Miss also liked this effect but sometimes with the matt sheets. The sheets were sticky and sex soiled, we both looked at the sticky combined cum and slippery mucus from Miss and gasped. But especially with awe at Master cum which was very thick, how did He produce so much, but then when you kissed His swollen balls you wondered how you could swallow so much.

We took the sheets and Misses discarded negligee, there were no panties and no bedclothes for Master He slept in the buff, like a Real Man should. But there was a pair of discarded boxer shorts, that Master sometimes liked to wear for wandering around in the night. Though He also just walked about naked too, if He felt like it. The boxers  were matt silk with a raw or linen texture. Even though the discarded shorts were shapeless now I imagined I could see His bulge, so did lucy. It was just like when we handled and washed my Mistresses or Misses things, maddeningly distracting I could see and feel Her lovely curves in the fabric. Smell Him or Her in the garments.

I was as always a little surprised that Miss allowed all Her things to be still all over the bedroom. At

home everything would be tidied away while Mistress was still showering. But then mollie I think it was had told me that Miss does it on purpose when I was coming over so I could see the aftermath of their  night of sexual passion. Mistress had already told me that eventually She would transfer my ownership and service to Miss and fully to Master, but just not yet, so I had better get used to the idea.

Lucy and I went down to the laundry room together, with the bedding, another maid was in the stuffy laundry room, maid sophie already busy with lots of hand washing. Lucy & I curtsied to and kissed sophie, the AI was watching and we would be punished for any un-girly behaviour. Besides which we had all been sissies and effeminized for so long now. Although it still felt awkward and humiliatingly icky, but also comforting too, we all wanted to be good chastity maids. And especially now that we were snipped and had such bouncy buxom cleavages. I just wished I didn’t get so excited seeing the other pretty maids now, or even my own reflection, horny and nearly orgasmic but not nearly enough as seeing Mistress or a Real Woman, a Real Man or when Master called you over.

We left sophie with the sheets and nightwear and hurried back upstairs. After tidying the bedroom all the floor surfaces upstairs had to cleaned and polished, including under every piece of  furniture, each and every leg had to lifted and cleaned underneath it, every spec of dust gone, from behind every door and closet, usually on our hands and knees. We were allowed a thin cushion to kneel on for this chore, to protect our stockings rather than our knees. These were the same pink satin heart shaped cushions we knelt on to perform oral sex, also to protect our stockings, although red knees can be unsightly too. Behind one closet door I found the housework automaton, that was never used when the maids were present. I had to clean and polish this device too. lucy giggled and said we should curtsy to it.

As we were working we were allowed to chatter and I could tell that lucy wanted to ask  me something, and that it was what She and the other maids often asked me about. Because Miss & Master did not allow their guests to use His sissies, Misses maids were always very desperate for any attention from Him, horny to please Him, even if it was still always forced bi. The only time their sissies served other Men was when they were boarded or kenneled as chambermaids in the hotels, where they learned lots of exciting new fellatio techniques for Master to enjoy. And I suppose if curiosity had not been unbecoming in a sissymaid I might have wondered why I felt exactly the same way, even though the circumstances of my strict domesticity were rather different.

Master had opened me orally and then sometime later anally. I remember Mistress hosting a special party afterwards for Her friends to celebrate me having my cherry popped. I did feel so vulnerable and embarrassed, especially as the Ladies did insist on patting my bottom more than usual. Apart from that the happy guests generally ignored me serving them drinks and canapés except to tell me to hurry or to fetch something else for them. There were several Real Men with the Ladies too who patted my bottom very firmly as I passed them but left me alone that night at least thankfully.

One lady told Mistress, and Mistress made me stop and listen to the story. That She remembered at Her sissies cherry party, how She had around 10 couples over and because She had a lovely big house with lots of guest rooms, they had all stayed over. While the Ladies were quite happy to chat and drink the Men were getting a little impatient & bored until She had told them they could take sissy to Her own little bedroom. They had all used sissy in turn anally and orally, some several times until they were all satisfied. There had also been a competition to see who could make sissy moan the loudest, the prize was sissy waking Him in the morning with her mouth. Desirable as it undoubtedly was, it was too impractical for sissy to wake all of the guests with fellatio, and keeping everybody else waiting for breakfast.

This being outside Femtopia, and some time previously, an earlier version of the incognito auto suggestion had been used, just to add some fun to the party. Sissy had been allowed to look up during fellatio but was completely unable to recognize the mans face afterwards. Not even the Man who had popped her cherry.

So as sissy was serving breakfast to the couples sitting in the sunshine under the garden canopy, she had

no idea which of the Men had fucked her with such gusto, or who had filled her mouth, with their pleasure. She was also very tender and delicate down there, Her tight little hole feeling rather abused and her plug had been left expanded to maximum as she minced about very gingerly. The guests had all been very hungry and wanted lots of food and slapping her bottom, good naturedly, to hurry her service. Laughing, satisfied  as she winced and squealed, before curtsying and hurrying to fetch more food or more coffee.

One of the Ladies had asked her how she was feeling, and her Mistress had said she must answer truthfully.

One of the Men had pulled her firmly onto His lap, while she answered.

“Yes Miss, a little tender and tearful today Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Isn’t that sweet, its ok for a chastity sissy to be a little tearful.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” Sissy replied in a quivering voice clinging to the Mans arm, with trembling fingers.

“And wasn’t it lovely and perfect being pleasing to all those Real Men last night.”  

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And now you are opened for a Real Mans pleasure just think how much your Mistresses visitors will want to enjoy your ‘special services’ sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” Her reply in a very quiet voice.

“Wont that be lovely for them.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And just think how you used to pester and bother your wife for oral & anal when you were a pathetic excuse for a husband.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“She was always telling me how tedious it was, especially as you couldn’t satisfy Her like Her lovers could.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

Sissy had been cuckolded before her Mistress had put him into panties, then choosing between divorce and taking nearly all of his assets, or putting him into chastity & service and taking absolutely everything.

“And now you can have oral and anal, literally on demand cant you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Well on His demand, not yours.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And we will keep you in the teeth for now sissy, because you couldn’t control that tiny useless thing before we put you into panties, bothering those pretty secretaries in your office.” Sissies Mistress added.

She meant the Kali’s teeth, and even though the secretaries had just played along with him, and laughed at him, it was totally inappropriate and naughty for him to bother Real Women. She said we because She (the Mistress) meant Her and Her current lover the Man She had started cuckolding sissy with, and apparently the Man who had laughed when She suggested feminizing the sissy rather than simply divorcing Him.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” Sissy whimpered the teeth were so sharp

“And the best part is you will always do your very best to satisfy your Mistress, and the Sirs wont you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Unless you want to be spanked.”

It must be added that when a superiors says spanked with a certain lilt, it also implies the paddles, canes, crop, & tawse.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Isn’t that perfect for you sissy ?”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

  “I suppose after breakfast when we have all gone home you can start to clean your Mistresses  house, from top to bottom.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“It must be a little more messy than usual for you sissy, so you will be very busy today wont you, making sure everything is perfect for your owner and Her lover.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“But for now more coffee sissy, and do hurry maid.”

The Man pushed the maid  from His lap and slapped her bottom quite loudly.

“Sucks to be you sissy.” He laughed

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”, “Yes Sir thank You Sir.” Her voice had been very high pitched and squeaky as she curtsied to both of them.

Much to the amusement of the table.

The lady had looked at me and said “I do love keeping sissies in the Kali’s teeth, they do mince so delicately.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whimpered

Mistress laughed and cupping my chastity, through my panties gave the silicon a little squeeze. Then patted my bottom possessively. Being so close to Her I could smell Her arousal through the lovely mist of Her perfume.

Mistress then told me to go and offer  the Men fresh drinks.

But Mistress had also decided that on my special night She wanted to enjoy me Herself, or at least my tongue, and the next day She had bought a new bigger strap on, with a much enhanced sensual insert for Her to enjoy my ass with.

Because I was a new sissy and She was a new Mistress, I was fortunate enough to be Her first sissy, and She had grown in confidence and strictness with me. She had lots of more experienced friends who had visited Her before I hade my cherry popped or denuded.

At first it had been just Mistresses Lady friends  who enjoyed cajoling & teasing me about how pretty my uniform was,  how clean the house was, how the only cleaning tool a modern liberated woman needs is Her cane, how happy and satisfied Mistress always looked.

Some of them had also been present for my first and only milking, laughing gently but very coolly at me when I had whispered in dismay how I never felt anything, just a leaking sensation. What did I expect an orgasm, or cumming they had teased. And never mind you can give me lovely orgasm later, Mistress told me.

But it had nearly always been just female visitors, except occasionally Miss with Master, who I had found very intimidating. But gradually Mistress visitors were more often couples or Ladies with their current lover. A lot of the Ladies here, like Mistress did, as the dominant sex, even with most of the hunks and bulls, enjoyed casual promiscuity, either short or long term. Depending on how satisfied the Lady was with Him or how quickly She got bored.

The Men had been very dominant with me, patting or slapping my bottom to hurry me along and

intensely watching me curtsy as I served them, making me feel terribly self conscious, acutely aware that I was a sissy in chastity and they were Real Men. But so far that had been as far as it went. Mistress and Her friends did always tease me to put lots of very shiny lip gloss on over my lipstick whenever a Real Man was expected. Because they told me smirking, a Real Man likes to see a sissy with glossy slippery lips. And I was always to pout with my lips slightly open, when speaking to the Men. Or should I say when replying to them as sissies are not allowed to speak without permission. And how soft glossy lips always make a Real Man think about fellatio.

Master had opened my lips for His pleasure, as part of my training with Mistress and Miss. I had been spanked and whipped so many times until I had been satisfactory and showing enthusiasm and eagerness to please Him. Even while I dreaded and hated it, looking up at Him in total submission to His pleasure and showing how lovingly and fervently I wanted to make this for Him, and desperate to improve  each and every time. Each and every BJ was to be very best I had ever performed.

But then a couple of weeks later when He opened and split my ass, all I was expected to do was struggle and resist prettily but utterly in powerless futility, as He penetrated me. In cuffs I could even moan and protest with my panties, or with Mistresses, or Misses panties stuffed into my mouth. Mistress always liked to gag me with Hers when She pegged me.

And then after the party the next time Mistress had mixed company, to my misery the Man had put me over His knee and spanked me, then put me on my knees, to enjoy fellatio. For Him to enjoy my fellatio. On my little heart shaped cushion that I served Mistress so intimately on. & right there and then while the Ladies chatted and pretended to half watch. And when I had swallowed then He had taken me to the laundry room for anal. And over the next few weeks and months all of Mistresses friends had brought their lovers and boyfriends round to sample the new sissy, some more than once. And I had to please all of them perfectly just like the other Mistresses sissies did in their houses. Mistress was very competitive and there was even a private comparison website rating sissies for their oral skills, how they wiggled their bottoms whilst being penetrated, even for muffled squeals and moans, rated for how enjoyable they were to the Real Man. Mistress didn’t put me on the app, but did enjoy teasing me by showing me videos of the sissies who were.

A lot of sissies who start the feminizing journey outside of Femtopia spend time in the female dominated offices. These are not the same as office sissies in Femtopia, but is an environment where sissies get used to performing menial trivial tasks under the supervision of Women. Also quite a few of the Ladies are just starting their journey too. the sissies appearance is very neat and groomed at first with a rather subtle effeminate look. But gradually the attire becomes much more effeminate. There isn’t usually any sexual use for the sissies in the office, but the sissies do perform intimate tasks like hand washing the Ladies underwear for them in between hurrying and fetching whatever and whenever the Ladies want something. Also the Ladies will refresh  sissies drinking water jug with their pee, throughout the day. There is some  corporal punishment with the cane in the head of departments office. Or She might call Her lover in to put sissy over His knee for a spanking. The door is usually left open so that everyone in the office can hear.

Eventually when sissy has progressed sufficiently she will usually be taken into domestic private service, by the Mistress who sent sissy to the office. Often when sissy is fully opened for male pleasure the office Misses will visit the Mistress with their boyfriends, some of whom may have encountered sissy before when visiting the office to pick up their dates. And will have seen sissy mincing about in tight satin slacks, and apron usually wearing a thong rather than panties to emphasize the shape of her tight bottom in the slacks. And of course the offices Misses delight in seeing sissy spanked by their boyfriends, before sissy is pushed to Her knees in front of Him.

But Mistress had cultivated and groomed me privately, on the online sissy training portal, that includes substantial subliminal training, which I might have known about if I hadn’t been too excited to read the small print. Once you have agreed to the terms and conditions you never see that dialogue ever again. Before She had invited me to Her house to enter domestic service. I was voluntarily in chastity and on hormones by this point and totally hooked and longing with rapt  desire for Her.

But Mistress still had lots of friends who wanted to enjoy my service, until She grew a little bored by it. Also I think Master had said something about it too, although I did still serve the occasional Man who visited Mistress with Her Lady friends, just very infrequently.

Master being my Master also had  a copy of my chastity key, and had a rather large bunch of such keys not just the sissies He and Miss kept, but other sissies He enjoyed fucking from time to time. It was a rather big bunch and purely for show as He never intended unlocking any of us. Why would He, or why would Mistress ever do so. Would it improve our fellatio or cunnilingus, or the housework ? their enjoyment of our submissive obedient service, intimate and domestic. The answer was no of course so why would they even consider such a ridiculous thing.          

Mistress also gave copies of my key to Her lovers both occasional and regular, so they always knew I was locked in chastity while they got to have sex with Mistress.

During my BJ training and lots of corrective lashes with the crop. Mistress or Miss, depending on who was doing the whipping,  would put me face down over their lap to be punished. My face pressed onto their leather skirts, so that I could smell their evident arousal mingling with the smell of leather and my salty tears. In actual fact this was a kind  thing to do as the crop was applied less severely in this position and the impact of blows were somewhat mitigated by Misses or Mistresses half relaxed legs. It certainly didn’t feel like it at the time though.

In the house after I had been opened for male enjoyment, if there was even a hint that Mistress might be

expecting male company, I always felt so totally vulnerable, in a very emotional effeminate way, in my very short uniform and with my glossy fellatio pout. Mistress always commented that my cunnilingus though always superb was somehow subtly more succinct and exquisite, if we were expecting male company and indeed, after penetration.

And I knew this was how Misses sissies felt all the time, and I did too when I stayed over at Misses & Masters house. The palpable sense of sex and fright, so utterly vulnerable but also desperate to please Him, if we had been slave girls we would have been as soaked, as the auto conditioning and silicon coated dildo plugs made us feel, as we constantly squelched and squidged. On the plugs that were modeled on Him. How we felt the whole time we were chambermaids at the hotels. Except with Master our owner under His strict male domination it was so intense you were almost choking with hot desire and fear of His displeasure and punishment. As sissies should be for their Masters and Mistresses.

And now that we and I in particular had a sissy cleavage to augment His and the Sirs pleasure, when one of Mistresses boyfriends was waiting for Mistress to get ready, and She did like to keep them waiting, no matter how late it was.  I would be entertaining Him, but did they sometimes want a ‘tit-wank’ or ‘tit-jerk’ lucy was fascinated or was it fixated on this as she asked with wide eyes. The term  was rather rude and lewd  but there wasn’t really a nicer term apart from ‘special massage’ and just thinking about the lewder phrases always made us giggle. Master didn’t really like a ‘tit-jerk’ except occasionally as a prelude to full fellatio. Most Men did too, but some got so excited by the initial breast massage that they almost immediately spurted all over my face, and quite massively so too. Lucy’s face  went bright red asking about it and I was sure she had been thinking about it a lot, and how pleasurable it must be for the Sirs. And hopelessly for sissies how wonderful it would feel to be the recipient rather than the giver so to speak. And how lucky we were to give a Real Man all that sensuous  pleasure too.

I looked at  lucy’s pretty little wide eyes, Her pupils extremely dilated, mine would be too, over her perfect fellatio pout, with that tiny inviting O shaped parting, that looked so slippery with the lip gloss we all wore. And imagined her face iced, or glazed with cum, her pretty pout, gasping looking up in awe and shame at the slimy mess. It was also arousing to think of her with that shiny smear of precum, or bubbles of cum escaping her lips. How wonderful it must be for a Real Man looking down at her smeared face, smeared with His pleasure.  Or down  at my face especially as we squirmed and ached with that look of disbelief after sex realization that only Master would cum. That was ever present but also seemed to be such a surprise to grasp, each and every time, and after all this time too. That  when a Real Man cums sissies swallow obediently. Only making it feel so much more erotic and desperate for us. And as I squelched on my plug, on His substitute, ersatz cock, how wonderful it was to be a sissy in chastity to please Him, to be under His command.     

Lucy’s eyes  looked so lovely over her pretty button nose, we all had the same cute nose, and the not severe but heightened and softened cheekbones, any trace of masculinity long taken from us by the hormones. Her hairstyle a sissy bob with upturned curled bangs, or my pixie cut, all very 60s, Hers very blonde or mine platinum bimbo blonde. Short and servile styles under the maids hairpiece, but long enough for Master  or Miss to grab a firm handful of during the those of oral sex.

Miss had some very naughty photos from a friends wedding. The friend was not strictly part of the FLR scene, or not at the time of the wedding at least but was into the hotwife scene. And there is a photo just outside the main hall where everyone is dancing. And there is a Lady in a white silk dress, kneeling sucking off the best Man. The best Man looks a lot like Master, but you cant be sure if it is Him.  Miss never said if this was the bride or one of the bridesmaids, but the best Man looks like He is desperately enjoying Her mouth holding firmly onto  the woman’s hair and is that part of a lacy veil ?.

Miss would enjoy looking at it and sometimes She liked to masturbate, but She also liked to show it to Her maids and tease them. Just look at His face imagine how good that BJ must feel for Him. She would tell us and we could imagine it for  a fleeting , but oh so intensely real feeling instant. And would you rather be Him or Her (the woman in white) at that moment, and for just a few moments you were rapt with the lovely indecision, and the possibilities. Until Miss would laugh and pat your bottom, telling you to go and hurry back to your chores until  Master might call you.         

Lucy looked just so eager to please, just as I knew I looked. Looked down at my own swelling bosom and at lucy’s. In truth we weren’t that buxom, the hormones only gave us C cups, but they were very pert and the very tight pushup bras, made us all look very jiggly and buxom. Especially I suppose when you were looking down at us from above like the Real Men would be, or if you were bent over Him serving Him a drink. The correct posture was legs straight bent at the waist leaning over. So He could fondle your bottom and get an eyeful of your cleavage and fondle that too if He wanted.

Long ago the hormonal treatment finalized by the estrogen gelding had reduced us in  height, bulk and

muscle mass. We were all now impossibly slim, and whilst not having the traditional female shape and hips,  our waists were now so slender and effeminine that our cute little bottoms, just rounded enough for spanking or spreading for sex, swelled just sweetly enough then slimming again over our backs and round our  flat bellies before the eye, or roaming hands  went to our pretty little breasts and heaving cleavage. We didn’t  have the wide hips and high waist of a real woman, but we did have a pleasing cross between the inverted triangle and hourglass shape in a petite, very slim shape.  

One  description might be ‘dolly-bird’, old UK slang and quite derogatory, to a real woman. Our breasts were just the icing on the cake, ready for Real Men to ice or smear with their pleasure. I must confess it was impossible for us to look or glance at each other without getting ourselves terribly excited too.    

And I must confess because the Real Men enjoyed coming in our faces, tit-jerk or not, so much, it was very exciting for us too. I was nearly always punished if one of Mistresses boyfriends blew in my face, and they very often did so. Mistress didn’t approve when a Real Man came in my face, She said it must always be fully in my mouth so I could swallow obediently and gratefully. So He might get a mild tut-tut, but  I would be punished  for being so messy and slutty. Sometimes Mistress would tell me that we have a little talk about this later, meaning I would be caned, or sometimes Mistress might take me into an adjoining room and cane me. Or I might be caned in front of Him. In all cases I would have to both thank Him and apologize to Him for being so naughty. And for most Men they would find this very arousing and I knew that if they came home with Mistress and stayed the night, most likely they would wake me after Mistress  was sleeping,  for fellatio, which meant I might be also punished again.

Some Men just blew in my face inadvertently not realizing I would be punished, some did so not caring if I was punished or not as long as they enjoyed their BJ. And some did it knowingly and enjoying that I would be punished afterwards.

Master whenever He came over and enjoyed fellatio at Mistresses house would always cum in my face. He just didn’t seem to  care if I was punished, He enjoyed filling my mouth and spurting in my face and breasts down my uniform. He always came such a lot too. And knowing He just didn’t care except to impose His pleasure on me, made me want to please Him even more.

As much as I thought about it, and I am shamed to admit that I think about fellatio for Master an awful lot. I never knew if Master enjoyed it just because He enjoyed it and didn’t care, or if He also enjoying knowing I would be caned afterwards. I had tried as sissies often do try to charm &  wheedle the information from Him. But every time He just saw right through me and played me. He was so much cleverer than me or any of the sissies. I felt so small and mentally, as well as physically and sexually inferior to Him.  

At Miss’s house Miss usually didn’t mind how Master enjoyed the sissies oral service. But afterwards, after sissy had swallowed and been sent back to the housework,  their faces and uniforms must be totally clean. She did say how adorable it was, how that look of alarm and upset flashed across my face even in Her house.

In the mornings as instructed I would always wake Mistresses lovers with my mouth, while She slept on. Mistress usually preferred to wake later and enjoy Her breakfast alone after Her lover  had left. She liked a quiet morning to Herself, and no fuss from me either just quiet deferential self effacing service. She expected that anyway, but in the morning I knew to be very quiet, until She spoke to me or decided to notice me. Some Men after breakfast couldn’t resist and wanted another quick BJ before they left and they would often leave me with a messy face, which even though I would clean myself Mistress would always know because of the tell tale house AI.

Lucy was getting rather excited, to say the least,  asking me about tit-jerking and I could see her wiggling her breasts imagining how Masters  thick cock would feel between them.  As I looked over at her swelling bosom under the tight uniform I  wondered what it would be like to have a tit-jerk from her to cum in her pretty face, and immediately regretted my thoughts because I got myself so excited, and started to gasp inadvertently. I think lucy suddenly had the same thought as she also started to gasp and had to squeeze her thighs together again to stop herself. Was she thinking about giving me a tit-jerk or receiving one from me? Come to think about it was I thinking about receiving or giving her the same.

“Ooh maid emily.” She had gasped nearly in tears She was so needy.

“Oh, oh  maid lucy.” I had replied, almost exploding with need.

Sometimes I felt like I was throbbing and swelling on my dildo as it also felt like it was alive and throbbing. That I was about to burst on the huge silicon cock.  

Oh we were naughty maids, it was no wonder we so deserved to be kept in chastity. I was sure we

would be punished later. And not just two hurry stripes from the house crop, maybe six each with the house crop. Or even the punishment crop, or Masters tawse. The thought  of the pain and awfulness of corporal punishment, managed to push the naughty thoughts into the back of my little head somewhat but not totally.

Lucy deserved to be punished for asking about tit-jerks and getting herself excited not me, I hope Miss or Master punish her. Its so unfair that I should be punished too, I should tell Miss all about it. I knew lucy was probably thinking the same thing about me. Just thinking those thoughts made me feel so petty, so jealous and trivial, so inferior. Its as if the hormones bring out the very worst pathetic aspects of dependent ultra femininity in us constantly. Between my legs in my tight satin panties I felt so hot and moist with fright, mingling with cold chills as I trembled and squirmed with fear of the painful corporal punishment. 

It was going to be a very long day of housework And drudgery, it always was and had only just started. There was always just so much it felt overwhelming and never ending, every day everything had to be cleaned and them polished, so that the house, fittings and furniture gleaming with impossible luster,  looked as if brand new, and had never been touched, in fact better than new, more impossibly shiny that than the glossy photoshopped advertisements for the products and lifestyle itself. All the housework to be done perfectly and breathlessly too, with loving devotion. With your uniform and appearance always immaculate, not even the tiniest dulling, let alone chip in your nail varnish. Mistress and Miss favoured the long oval shape for Her sissies, which was very impractical but looked pretty, in high gloss pastel pink.

 If you did complete all your chores, you simply had to start all over again. And the only tool Mistress needed for such  domestic perfection was Her cane.

All across Femtopia in every household sissymaids performing housework obediently with the erotically charged fear of the cane always ever present in their pretty little empty heads. 

We were however allowed to stop at lunchtime for 15 minutes, sitting in the small downstairs  service

area,  at the plain wooden table on small slightly uncomfortable hard wooden stools, the design of stools meant that we kept the correct posture for seated maids, and have a small plain salad sandwich to munch on each. Well rather 2 triangles each from one half of a sandwich, no crusts and no dressing and had to be eaten daintily, there was a large wineglass of Misses pee each, warm and smelly now having been stored at room temperature, to sip on.  At home Mistress would leave me the same yellow drink, but sometimes She would pee into my open mouth too,  it was very intimate. And a perfect way to give me extra estrogen, She would say. I knew this wasn’t really true but it was a nice thought.

We all nibbled away prettily careful to be as delicate and dainty as possible. And we were all still ravenous afterwards but we were lovely and slim, which was the important thing. It was also quite lovely being able to chatter with the other maids. After we had finished eating we fussed with our makeup and uniforms before hurrying back to the housework.

Although I missed Mistress terribly when She was away I did enjoy staying with Miss and looked forward to chatting with Her maids as we performed the housework together. And serving Master  even though that was forced bi of course. We all would wiggle and jostle prettily for His attention, then feel so jealous when one maid was chosen and the rest of us were sent back to the chores. I sometimes idly wished Mistress would get another maid so we could keep each other company & chatter during the day. But always immediately regretted and rejected the idea, thinking how I would feel if she rather than I got to serve Mistress, or to wash Her (Mistresses) panties instead of me. And I knew all of Misses maids were all furiously jealous of the maid who got to serve Miss intimately. Even I as guest maid who could only kiss Misses bottom reverently, was insanely jealous when another maid got to kiss Her bottom and I did not.

Miss of course knew all about and cultivated this petty enviousness and loved watching Her maids seethe with impotent fury and envy. She would tease and torment us, but if we ever dared display any meanness or jealousy with the other maids we knew we would be punished severely, both maids bent over gagged with each other panties for 6 with the punishment crop, on the trembling backsides.

One delightful consequence (for Miss or the superior, that is) is the way we all have to help each other

get ready in the mornings for our chores, and into our pink babydolls for Masters pleasure at night. We have to make the other maid look absolutely perfect and desirable, not a hair out of place or an untoward  crease, even though at that moment especially she is your absolute rival. If her  appearance isn’t totally lovely and absolutely delectable, you will both be punished. And you have to whisper sweet nothings to each other as you fuss with her uniform or her makeup.

Frothy breathless comments

“Oh you do look so lovely tonight, I hope Mistress will enjoy your service.”

“Master wont be able to resist those soft lips tonight, or that inviting peach.”

“Oh I do hope Master is very strict with you tonight so you serve Him perfectly.” This was actually meant in a nice complimentary way, we always want Master or Mistress to keep us under perfect discipline no matter how much  if we say we declare, to ourselves too,  otherwise

And so on until you are all quite hot and bothered and still intensely envious.  

 Mistress had teased me on a few occasions about getting another maid. But I  had also heard Her laughing with Miss about how much trouble it was. Especially just two maids. “A little seraglio is best.” She told Mistress  “Four maybe five maids is ideal.” She would say looking at me teasingly. 

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I would squirm and curtsy, smoothing my apron.

“Would you look pretty, hurrying to fetch my strap on, when I came home from work, and wanted to peg you sissy.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“Or my crop.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered frightened at the mention of the crop, and curtsied smoothing my apron again

“Or both sissy.” Miss smiled watching my fingers smooth and hesitate just for a moment over the apron and the memory of the chastity bump.

But two are such a handful Miss continued to Mistress, all the time they want to scratch each other eyes with jealous spite, if they dared, and its so pathetic watching two sissies fight for your attention. Mistress smiled obviously quite liking the idea.

“It wouldn’t be  as satisfying as having two big  strong Men fight for you though. Like in your little stories sissy ?” Miss laughed.

In some of the slavegirl stories dominant Men fight over the spoils, and the spoils are often slavegirls. She might be nude or in scraps of filmy pleasure silk, bound and usually gagged, kneeling in the corner while the Masters fight over her ownership. Terrified of the Men both raging powerful brutes. But helplessly soaked and wet for the one who will claim her.  She kneeling bound, maybe gagged to silence Her frightened screams and gasps,  either watching or made to kneel face the wall, the corner, but  listening intently , waiting to find out who she will rape her as His prize. After the fight the victor will still be full of adrenalin and testosterone, a sheen of sweaty muscles and raging hard,  as she kneels to placate and sooth Him, to please Him with her mouth. Or maybe He simply puts Her on all fours, or splits Her legs for a triumphant  and furious rape.

“Oh stop blushing and squelching on your plug sissy, and fetch more wine.”

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.”

“And having four petty jealous maids, isn’t a handful ?.” Mistress asked smiling.

“Oh it can be but the crop takes care of  any drama or silliness, very well indeed  and enjoyable so too.”  Miss said.

“Oh I am looking forward to bending you over when you are mine sissy.” Miss told me.

“Yes Miss, thank You Miss.” I whispered embarrassed and frightened that Mistress will be angry with me.

“For the crop but also  for my strap on sissy.” Miss laughed 

And I did enjoy being a chambermaid in the hotels somewhat, at least the chatting and gossiping where you could, with the other chambermaids. I hesitate to say gossip because that has negative implications. But when sissymaids gossip about their superiors or otherwise it is always respectful, but just a little spiced with helpless excitable naughtiness. The hotel Misses are very lovely too but very strict with their crops or canes, to maximize the fees and tips you earn for their bonuses. Though you do feel so sticky and tender after just your first long afternoon at the hotels there are just so many Men who demand service. It is nice to sometimes see the very new maids being trained, they all seem so frightened and naïve, especially when they get spanked by the Men who are training them. You feel a twinge of sentimental nostalgia for your first time under male domination, your first spanking, the first time He opened His trousers in your face and you saw how big a Real Man was so close.      

But in the meantime I did so enjoy staying over with Misses maids. And  it was lovely to sit and chat at lunchtime, and just before bedtime. And to admire each others pretty uniforms too. They were all basically the same wet look black satin, actually it was mixed with latex for extra sheen. With a buttoned up peter pan collar for the daytime. The buttons were on the rear and you needed another maid to close them, and apron of course. The detailing on the uniforms was insignificant but all slightly different, a little bit of cream lace here, some  flouncy organza there, just trivial but pretty little details. Here in Femtopia and in the scene outside, it is the sissies who fuss and fret over all these insignificant flouncy flourishes.

Sissies were not allowed to choose our uniforms Miss always chose, Master wasn’t particularly interested as long as we were pretty enough for Him, but  this would always lead to lots of petty jealously and tears, because another maid always had something that would look much prettier on you. But of course you knew never to object, and by lunchtime you weren’t quite as upset and unsettled.

It was some time ago now but I remembered the first time I had stayed over after my gelding and it was only really a short time after the other maids had been snipped too. they were all very nice to me telling my how pretty my new breasts looked. While not mentioning the procedure.  We weren’t allowed to talk about that anyway, in the same way as we were never allowed to talk about our chastity previously. Except when a superior mentioned it and the correct response was to thank them for being kept in chastity so you could concentrate only on pleasing them. I had replied that their breasts were very lovely and bouncy too, and that I hoped Master was very pleased. But then we had all burst into tears and the AI had, had to tell us off and to eat in silence.

We were all sure we would be punished when Miss came home, and this anticipation was compounded when Miss called us all into the lounge where She was enjoying a post work afternoon drink. My Mistress was also on video on Misses tablet so I was sure we were all to be punished.

But then Miss had called Her maids over one by one and allowed them to perch on the couch beside Her. She had soothed them by smoothing Her hand along their thighs and told each of them in a very sexy and honeyed voice. That it was only natural to be upset by this, even though it was only a tiny sissy thing, and we must be glad that She and Master are getting so much more and deeper pleasure from their intimate and domestic service now.

When it was my turn Miss had also patted  my thigh while Mistress also told me how much more She looked forward to enjoying my hot fervent little tongue now. Miss had actually giggled and wiggled Her bottom on the couch at that. Then just after we curtsied and thanked Miss and I my Mistress, we were told that there would be a visit from the sissy gynecologist next week. We were all dismayed but tried not to show it, as we curtsied again and thanked Miss. A visit from the gynecologist always meant an increase in the hormone dosage. Miss then shooed us away back to the housework. Master hadn’t said anything later but He chose me for His BJ when He returned home from work and after I swallowed I asked Him if I could thank Him.

He laughed “You have already thanked me for my BJ and for swallowing sissy.”

“Yes Master thank You Master but please may I thank You for keeping me in chastity, so I can always try my very best to please You  Master.”

We were not allowed to refer to the gelding as anything other than just chastity incidentally.

“Yes you may sissy.” He told me indulgently

“Yes Master thank You Master, thank you for keeping me in chastity Master…..” I was suddenly overwhelmed and tearful, and the hormone dosages hadn’t even been increased yet.

“The pleasure was all mine sissy.” He smiled patting my bottom as He lifted me to my feet and uncuffed me from the leather sex cuffs.

“Yes Master thank You Master.” I curtsied

“Now run and fetch me another beer then hurry back to the housework with the other maids.”

“Yes Master thank You Master.” I curtsied, my mouth was still thick and sticky from His pleasure as I had hurried off in tears.

I like all sissymaids always mince off in tears after being dismissed after sex. it is so emotional when the superior has used, finished with you and discarded you, after service. You have been treated exactly as He or She wanted and exactly as you deserved to be, but still you feel rejected, humiliated and shamed too.

The other maids looked at me jealously but sympathetically too, we had all been there and wished we were there. And it would soon enough be my turn to feel the hot helpless need and rejection when He chose another of the maids next time.

Only slightly later I overheard Miss & Master outside relaxing in the pool. There is  curious feature of the auto-conditioning. Mostly when the superiors are talking,  you cannot discern what they are discussing, even if you are standing right next to them, except to always feel slightly guilty and embarrassed that they might be discussing and laughing at you. Mistress tells me that this is because the superiors are often discussing matters that we just wouldn’t understand and would need explaining  in painstaking detail, and  are simply not for me to worry my little head about, so it just becomes all fuzzy. But I know this is part of the auto-suggestion, and another part of this is, if the superiors are discussing something they want you or the other sissies to hear it then becomes crystal clear. Master had slipped into the pool and told Miss that myself and all the other sissies seemed especially needy today. Mistress hadn’t told Him about our upset state before because it hadn’t  seemed at all important to Her.

He laughed “Ah so that’s why she thanked me so tearfully, after swallowing.”

“And was it a good BJ ?” Miss asked

“Aren’t they always, if they know what’s good for their well spanked  little bottoms.” Miss laughed now and He added.

“& Yes I suppose it was a particular good BJ today though.”

“That’s all good then.” Miss laughed, “I cant possibly understand why they were all so distressed over such a tiny…, over their tiny things.”

Although I couldn’t see Her face I could imagine Her making that face that Women often make dominant or vanilla, when She looked at us, after we had asked or told Her something, as if She hadn’t the slightest inkling what we were so upset about.

I heard a splash of water, and more laughter and another happy splash. I had glanced at sophie who had been working besides me, she had heard the conversation too and all the other sissies did too. But after that it was all fuzzy and hazy again    

The  next week Mistress was back from Her trip and Misses maids had all had the visit from the doctor. She called on Mistress and I the day after and Miss came round to enjoy a drink with during my consultation.

I recall the sissy nurse, not really a nurse but a sissy in a latex nurses uniform, it was and She was rather pretty. Sometimes on visits if the Man of the household was present she might serve Him, while the Mistress and the doctor discussed the patient. On this visit though I recall her being told off for having cold hands, well cold latex gloves, when she assisted the doctor in examining me down there. The doctors latex gloves were no less cold, in fact with the antiseptic jelly were even colder. The nurse had visibly paled with fright, knowing She would be punished later, much to the amusement of the Ladies.

Naturally I wasn’t included in the conversation  about my treatment, but my hormone dosage was immediately doubled again, started with a suppository booster, which was quite large but was warmed up and felt rather rude, if not lewd, and   made me feel very emotional immediately.

“Whatever is the matter sissy are you feeling a little woozy.” The doctor had asked.

“Yes Ms just a little Ms, thank You Doctor.”

“They are such delicate little creatures.” She commented to Mistress and Miss, whilst patting my

bottom.

“Fetch us some fresh drinks sissy then you can face the wall and try to calm your pretty little head down sissy.”

“Yes Ms, thank You Doctor.” I had replied with a curtsy.

After lunch we all hurried back to our housework. It always felt like there was so much more to do after lunch and somehow always felt like there was so much more to do when you were working with another maid, especially as a chambermaid in the hotels. I had told Mistress about this once and She laughed and called me sissy cinders. Later in the afternoon but still rather early I felt even though we never had access to the clock. The treatments render sissies illiterate, apart from recipes with pictures, innumerate too, we would not be able to read a clock face or digital display in any case. But still in the early afternoon we all hurried our pace and fluster anticipating Misses return.