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Chapter Two – in which the sissy discovers her new life can be quite fun but has one or two surprises.
The next morning I slipped out of my pink baby doll and began dressing. Suspender belt, black stockings, panties and a plain maid’s dress ready for the new day ahead. I was a bit worried if I had to wear my 5” heels all day, not very suitable for housework.
I was also somewhat concerned about the photos Mistress Sarah had taken last night.
Immediately after the ‘test’ she had reached for her camera which was on the coffee table and taken 2 quick pictures of me kneeling before her. I was very aware that my face was covered with her juices but still excited by having my picture taken.
She told me to start playing with myself. “Keep your hand outside your panties, dear.”
I began to stroke myself as more flashes went off but I didn’t even think of protesting. I was enjoying myself too much looking at her wet cunt and thinking about what had happened. I was also getting very close to cumming again.
She must have noticed for she instructed me to stop. “Let’s have a look at that sissy cock of yours.”
Looking into her eyes for a moment, I pushed the front of my panties down. I felt quite pleased with myself as my hard cock sprang up in front of me and lent back, thrusting my hips forward.
“Keep your eyes down, bitch. My God, you are a complete slut.”
I shivered at this verbal abuse. “More, more” I silently begged as I lowered my gaze.
A couple of more flashes then complete silence. My cock stayed hard.
“OK. Make yourself cum now. And don’t make a mess!”
I pumped furiously and came almost straight away. The cum spilled into my waiting hand as more flashes went off.
More silence as I shuddered gently and looked at the cum filling the palm of my hand. She raised a foot, touched my hand with it, and gave me the command I was expecting. “Lick it all up.”
I happily complied with my humiliation as the final pictures of the evening were taken.
She sent me to bed then with the instruction to be dressed in my maid’s outfit ready for duty at 8 o’clock.
So I was down in the kitchen all ready to find out what was going to happen. I guessed that Mistress Sarah would not appear for some time so I did some tidying up and cleaning. I was enjoying being the ‘sexy French maid’ although I knew the reality was very different. I was an overweight, middle-aged guy looking ridiculous.
She eventually came down to the kitchen around 11 wearing just a T-shirt and, I soon noticed, no panties. My cock was stirring. She hardly seemed to notice me and made no comments on the way I was dressed but told me to make her bacon and eggs and bring her a cup of tea. She sat down at the kitchen table and read the morning paper. It was a very strange situation for me but she seemed totally unconcerned. I waited beside the cooker quietly as she ate her breakfast. When she was finished she looked up at me and indicated that I should clear everything away.
She then told me to sit down opposite her. For the first time that morning she smiled at me.
“Well, what are we going to do with you? How are we going to handle this?”
I shrugged my shoulders. I hadn’t the faintest idea.
“I think the first thing is to give you a new name. I can’t keep calling you Stuart when you’re dressed like that, can I? And I don’t particularly want to call you slut and cunt all the time. So, what will it be?” She paused for a few moments and then asked me if I already used a sissy name.
“Yes, Mistress I do have one I use sometimes” I hesitantly said.
“Out with it then.”
“It’s Suki, or sometimes I even use slut Suki.”
She burst out laughing, shaking her head. “It amazes me the thoughts that go through the heads of people like you. Slut Suki indeed!”
I bit my lip as I started to think I might be on the verge of tears at the way she was embarrassing me.
She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. I could see her nipples pressing against the T-shirt. I forced my eyes to look at the floor. What if she caught me looking at her like that. I didn’t want to upset her.
“I know. How about Suki? That’s a pretty French name, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Mistress, I think it’s lovely.”
“OK. You can keep that name for now. Suki it will be.”
I was so pleased at this. Having a name like Suki did allow me an expression of my feminine self, a submissive, obedient self, totally the opposite of the strong, dominant women I so admired. But don’t get me wrong though. When I’m dressed I still think of myself as a man. It would be so impertinent to imagine that I was a ‘woman’ in any real sense. A sissy, a slut, even a whore but never a woman.
She then outlined how things would be from now on.
During the day I would be a ‘normal’ maid, carrying out all the household duties. I would have to get flat shoes on Monday but till then she let me work in my slippers. Provided I did my work properly I could take breaks for a cup of tea and have lunch. Any time I went out of the house, shopping or to college, I would wear a suspender belt, stockings and panties under my clothes. She hadn’t decide yet whether I would ever be allowed out for a drink or to go to the theatre or the pictures but the only definite outings I could have would be when I wanted to see my daughter.
In the evening however it would all change. At 7 o’clock I would take off my maid’s dress and put on my heels. Until I bought some proper sissy dresses I would ‘perform’ in my undies, topped with one of my baby doll nighties. I would not be permitted to sit down at any time and any food or drink would be eaten from dog bowls. Then she told me that at any time of the day or night I could be called on to provide more ‘personal’ maid service. She didn’t specify what these services might be.
I’d been getting slowly hard in my knickers and I squirmed in my seat now, in danger of cumming in my knickers without touching myself. I had to force myself to sit still and calm down .
“Your first job this morning will be to move all your things out of the main bedroom and into the box room.”
“The box room, Mistress?”
She looked at me. She wasn’t smiling.
“Bring me the crop. Now!”
I rushed upstairs to do her bidding. What had I done wrong? I’d only asked. I just wanted to know why not the second bedroom, Mistress Sarah’s room at the moment, as I assumed she was moving into my room.
“Bend over the kitchen table. You’ll always drop your knickers to receive punishment. And make sure your dress is tucked up out the way.”
This time it was 12 strokes from the one side. And it really hurt again. I was frightened that she would do this often.
“And just in case you’re wondering why you’ve received this thrashing……You don’t ever question my orders. Now get on with it.”
Whilst I was moving my stuff she was taking a bath. I’d hoped that might be part of my ‘personal’ service.
The box room was small and only had a mattress on the floor, a dress rail and a single upright chair so I had to put a lot of my clothes on the floor and there wasn’t much room left.
I met her in the corridor as she came out of her room dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.
“Finished that job, have you Suki?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Well now you can move all my stuff into the master, or should that be Mistress, bedroom.”
This was a bit more enjoyable a task as of course I had the pleasure of handling all her undies. Some were very plain and ordinary, but others were all lacy and sexy. I didn’t dare do more than move them and place them gently in their new drawers.
I then changed the sheets on my, sorry, her bed and made up my own new bed. I was not too happy at being moved into such a cramped room but there wasn’t anything I could say about it – maybe later.
I put the sheets in the washing machine and gave the kitchen a good clean. I was beginning to enjoy my new status of domestic maid – particularly being dressed up. My happiness was soon to be shattered.
For lunch she had me make some sandwiches and we sat at the kitchen table and chatted about college and an essay that was due next week as though nothing had changed – except that she kept calling me Suki. I hoped she wouldn’t accidentally do this next week if we were having lunch in the canteen.
After lunch she took me through to the small office where I had my computer. She had her own laptop.
I was puzzled that the computer was on as I hadn’t had time to even think about using it.
“I’ve been browsing some of your files, Suki, and I’m not happy with some things I’ve found.”
I sighed. Please don’t let this mean that she’s been looking at my porn. That would be seriously embarrassing.
But she had.
“I don’t think you were entirely honest with me last night about your subbie side. Look at these stories I’ve had a quick look at. “Suki’s Gang Bang! My first Service for Master Jay! Suki’s Morning Service for his TV Mistress!”. And they actually appear to have been written by you.”
I wanted to crawl away and hide but she didn’t stop there.
“You never told me about how much you want to suck cock, did you? Or how much you like licking arses? Or even more disgusting, your pathetic need to be a toilet slave.”
I kept trying to get a word in but she didn’t let me. I wanted to explain that they were just fantasies, that it wasn’t about reality, that I would never do these things in practice. But she wasn’t having any of it.
“And don’t give me any crap about ‘Oh, it’s only a fantasy. I don’t really mean it, Mistress.’ I’ve told you I know what bitches like you want despite your protests. Well, maybe your sordid little dreams might come true one day.”
“No Mistress, please, I really don’t want these things. They’re only there to help me wank.”
“At least you admit you’re a dirty wanker, aren’t you.”
“Yes, Mistress, I suppose I am.”
She gave a quick laugh of derision.
And then, when she spoke again, her tone changed and she was all friendly. She has proved very good at deceiving at me and letting me think it’s all OK just before something worse hits me.
“Let me show you an e-mail I’m thinking about sending.”
She opened the e-mail and stepped back slightly to let me read it. My heart started beating faster.
Hi there,
Just thought you’d all like to see my new photos. I think they show what a sissy slut I am. Look at how much I’m enjoying having a wank in my pink knickers. And I especially think you should have a look at me licking up all my nice cum.
Love & kisses,
Suki.
I was stunned. I felt paralysed and at the same time I simply wanted to run away and hide forever.
Things got even worse when she pointed out who it was addressed to – my daughter, my ex-wife and some of my oldest friends. Now I was close to fainting.
“Well, Suki” she said as she moved the mouse pointer over the ‘send’ button, “should I send it?”
She laughed as I couldn’t manage to say a word. And she clicked the ‘save’ button.
“That’s a warning. I expect you think this is all a game and you can have lots of fun playing your sissy games. Well, I promise you, it’s going to be much more serious than that. And I will send it if I don’t get your full cooperation. Do you understand?”
All I could manage was a brief nod of my head and a whispered “Yes, Mistress.”
Coming Soon:-
Chapter Three - in which fantasies come true but, for the sissy, they’re not the ones she’d hoped for.