SUKI’S NEW LIFE

Written by slutsuki

Chapter One – in which a silly sissy gets caught, confesses all and starts her new life as a maid.

I first met Sarah when we both started a media course at college.  She was a very pretty girl, quite small with a slim body which was more often than not covered in baggy clothes.  I immediately fell for her a bit but the difference in our ages – she was exactly half my age at 25 – made me realise it was a daft idea.  She also had a boyfriend although I soon learnt the relationship was a bit rocky.  Indeed they split up after Christmas but by then Sarah and I were good friends so any other sort of relationship just wasn’t on.

I would see her most days at college as we were taking more or less the same classes and then every 2 or 3 weeks we’d have a night out together setting the world to rights.  Some nights she would turn up all dressed up wearing very short, tight skirts but I did manage to keep my thoughts pure – well almost.

I think that most of this time she had the odd relationship going but nothing serious.  What else she did with her free time was always a bit mysterious.  She did tell me about the affair she was having with another woman – I was all cool and laid back about it.  But again that didn’t seem to last.

I didn’t see her that summer – she spent it in Greece.  But, as soon as we met up at the start of term she told me she was losing her flat.  So I offered her my spare room for a very reasonable rent and she moved in.

It was fine to begin with.  She was hardly ever there and was still not particularly forthcoming about where she was although she would sometimes tell me about problems with some guy.  Whoever it was, she never brought him round to my flat.

But when she was there she tended to be a bit casual about how she was dressed – often a t-shirt and panties which showed or a loosely tied short dressing gown.  And then there were undies and stockings left in the bathroom to dry.  These were the worst for me but I managed to control my perverted tendencies at first.

But I suppose one day the inevitable would happen.  And it did.

Sarah had come in late from college and rushed upstairs to shower and change.  Apparently she’d a night out planned with some girlfriends.  She came into the lounge around 7:00.

“How do I look” she said, smiling, as she twirled around in front of me.

“Sensational” was all I could reply.

And she did in a simple, little black number with strappy sandals and a thin black velvet choker.

“Probably be late tonight.”  And she was gone.

However, she’d succeeded in turning me on.  All these innocent flashes, sights of her undies etc. had reawakened the desire I’d first felt for her.  I knew I’d even less chance now but it didn’t stop me being aroused.  So I decided to have a wank and dress up for the first time in a while.

I went into the bathroom to have a piss and stopped at the door as soon as I saw it.  A pair of her panties was lying in the middle of the bathroom, almost as if they’d been placed there for me – I still wonder to this day if she did leave them there deliberately to tempt me.

Well, I was certainly tempted.  I bent down to pick them up.  They were plain pink cotton but what shook me was that they were damp.  I lifted them up to my nose and breathed in that wonderful feminine odour that instantly took me back to the times I’d spent happily lapping away between a woman’s legs – and which I’d almost forgotten it had been so long since I’d last tasted such delights.

I started to sway and had to use my other hand to hold onto the sink.  My only thought now was to get my cock out and stroke it hard and fast.  Somehow I managed to pull myself together and calm down just a little.

“Take your time, Stuart” I told myself, “You’ve got all evening.”  Or so I believed.

I reluctantly lowered her panties from my face and shakily went into my bedroom.  I placed the panties carefully on my pillow spreading them out gently.  I then undressed as fast as I could and pulled out my box of ‘special’ clothes.

I sifted through the mix of pretty and slutty, the panties in all their different fabrics, the suspender belts, nighties etc.  I chose my favourite red lace basque and put it on.  Then I opened a packet of chocolate brown shiny stockings and slowly and gently slid them up my legs and attached them to the suspender clips.  As I stood up I experienced that lovely feeling as the straps tightened and pulled the tops of the stockings into a V.  It’s still to me one of the sexiest things in the world to see the different bands at the tops of stockings stretched out like that, especially if the stockings are fully fashioned.

Then the full pink nylon panties with lots and lots of lace front and back – definitely my sissy panties and the ones I liked to soak by cumming in them.  A particular nasty little secret of mine was to rarely wash them and wear them on my face when I was wanking.

But tonight I had something much better.

I also put on a pair of red courts with 5” heels.  I’d no intention of walking around but they looked great.

So, I was now ready to begin my wanking session.  I climbed onto the bed on my hands and knees and moved towards the head of the bed.  I bent forward and began gently kissing the front of Sarah’s panties.  The aroma was drifting into my nostrils as I could feel my cock begin to stretch out the front of my panties.

I still wanted to take things slowly but this was so exciting that I couldn’t resist picking up the panties and rolling onto my back.  I opened up the panties and put the back of them over my head and then tucked the front under my chin.  The damp crotch was now against my lips and resting on my nose.  I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Sarah kneeling over me, her wet cunt inches from my face.

“Please Sarah, sit on my face.  Please Sarah, rub your lovely cunt over my sissy face.  Please Sarah, make me lick you!”

I obeyed her command and tickled her with the tip of my tongue.  One hand was gently squeezing my balls.  With the other I grasped my shaft and began slowly pumping my cock.  I started to lick the pantie crotch.

“Oh Sarah, you taste so great.  I love you Sarah.”

I was now so far gone that I reached into my own panties and grabbed my cock.  Any thoughts of taking things easy had long gone.

Pressing my shoes into the bed, I raised my hips up, and started to orgasm, my cum staining the front of my frilly knickers and coating my hand.

“Thank you, Sarah, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, pervert!”

I froze.  My eyes opened and through the leg openings of her own panties there was Sarah at the bottom of my bed, arms akimbo, and not looking very pleased

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!”

My hips dropped back onto the bed but otherwise I seemed unable to move.  My mouth opened but no words would come out.

After what seemed an eternity, she pointed angrily at me.

“I’ll see you when I get back tonight.  Maybe then you can explain yourself.  Oh, and make sure you’re still dressed exactly as you are now.  Without my panties on your head.”

She gave me a sudden, wicked smile and then turned and left.  I heard her go down the stairs and open and close the door.

I spent the next few hours in a complete lather.  I’d start to get undressed, then change my mind.  I sat in the lounge.  I kept making cups of tea and I had far too many cigarettes.

What on earth was Sarah going to do?  Why hadn’t she screamed and shouted at me?  Why did she smile just before she left?

And was my discovery simply a huge embarrassment or would she create real problems for me?

I’d no idea of course and my wait for her to get back was sheer torment.

I finally heard the door open around 1 o’clock.  For a moment I imagined her friends coming in with her but she was on her own.

I stood up nervously not knowing what to do except clasp my hands in front of my knickers.

I couldn’t tell from her expression what she was thinking as she walked across the lounge and stopped in front of me.

“Sit down” she ordered, giving me a push so that I fell back onto the sofa.  She turned round and walked slowly over and sat down on the armchair, crossing her legs as she did so.  I caught the tiniest glimpse of lace top stocking.

I picked up courage suddenly and started blubbering out an apology.  She let me rave on for a while and then told me to shut up.

“Right.  I think I should start by finding out about my perverted little friend, don’t you?”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I want to know all about your obvious panty fetish, why you like dressing up and then you can tell me why, and how, you like to be dominated.”

I looked at her astonished.  How the hell did she know about my submissiveness?

“I don’t really understand what you mean, Sarah.”

“Oh, yes you do!  I’ve met people like you before and I know all about their dirty little secrets.  So you’re going to tell me yours.  Start with the first time you put on ladies knickers.”

So I started back many years when I first felt the pleasure of taking my mum’s nylon knickers out of her drawer and putting them on.  I was very hesitant at first but Sarah kept me going, asking some very personal questions about wanking.  It was all so embarrassing at first but gradually I relaxed and realised I was beginning to enjoy opening up about the whole thing to someone who seemed to understand.  And she also clearly had knowledge of cross-dressing from some of the comments she made and questions she asked me – especially when my confessions moved on to my visits to professional mistresses.  Despite her probing, I managed to keep back from telling her about some of the most humiliating things that had happened to me.  But I still had been forced to expose myself almost totally.

I was now wondering where all this was going to lead when she stood up.

“Right, let’s go upstairs and you can show me all your lovely clothes.”

I followed her out the door rather nervously, not because of the clothes, but the other things I had.

Soon she was kneeling beside my special box pulling things out.  She seemed to think everything was tarty or slutty or even whorish.  The maid’s dress had her approval.  “This could be useful.”  I was seriously embarrassed by all her comments and then she held up my realistic dildo.

“Like to practice your cock sucking do you?”  I guessed the question was rhetorical.

“Oh, this will come in useful” she said, holding up my pink riding crop.  “Very useful.  I think it’s time to punish you for stealing my panties.”

I thought about arguing that I didn’t really steal them but borrowed them.  Decided that not be the best thing to say.

She made me bend over the iron frame at the foot of my bed, drop my knickers down to my ankles and gave me a dozen strokes, 6 from each side.  Not only did she definitely know how to use the crop but she was ambidextrous!

She reduced me to tears.  I’m not very good at taking a thrashing.

She then took me back down to the lounge, my panties back in place.

“Come over here and kneel in front of me.”

“Now, I want you to listen very carefully to what I have to say.  Firstly you may have guessed I know something about guys like you.  All I’ll tell you now is that for the last 3 months I’ve been earning extra money from dirty, perverted sluts – just like you Stuart.”

My mouth dropped open in surprise. This could be great news.

“Do keep your mouth shut, Stuart.  It’s not very nice for a sissy, is it?”

Oh dear, this was getting serious.

“Sorry, Sarah.”

She slapped me hard across the face knocking me sideways but said nothing at first.  She waited until I got back on my knees in front of her.

“If you’ve had all that experience you’ve been telling me about you should know how to speak to me properly.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s better.  And secondly I have to decide what to do with you.  I’m thinking about going into college on Monday and letting all your friends know what a pervert you are.”

“Please don’t Mistress. Please….”

“Quiet, Bitch.  On the other hand I’ve always quite fancied having my own sissy maid to run after me, to do all the washing and cleaning, the shopping – and pay for it, of course – and to provide whatever…..private services I require.  Which do you think I should choose?”

“Oh, the second Mistress. Definitely.”

“I wonder.  You might find it a bit too much and try to get out of doing things.  Do you think I can trust you to obey me without question?”

“Yes, Mistress.  I promise. I promise I’ll do whatever you want.  Without question.”

“I hope so.  But I need to know if you’re capable and good at one thing before I start.  So a test for you.  Do it well and you can become my maid – for a trial period.  Fail it and everyone will find out about you.”

Now I was terribly excited.  It seemed as if all my fantasies had come true at once.  But the test?

She placed her hands on her hips and, very slowly,  began sliding up her skirt.  My heart was beating fast – please don’t have a heart attack now, I silently pleaded.  The lace topped stockings, the paleness of her thighs and then – no panties.  I groaned.

“Shhh.”

Then my eyes almost popped out of my head as she sat down and lifted each leg over an arm of the chair.

“Can you guess the test now?”

I lent forward, placing my hands on her stockinged thighs.

“No hands! Just lips and tongue.”

I removed them from her and placed my lips against her bare thighs just next to her pink, slightly damp cunt.  As I gently kissed her I admired her thick, black bush, her brown lips and the bright pink of her sacred sex.  I was in total heaven, still disbelieving that this could be happening to me.

I kissed, I licked, I probed.  She was already wet.  Up and down, round and round.  I cheated a little and rubbed and pressed my nose against her clit.  I started working at it with my lips and tongue.  I tried to respond to her.

Quite quickly she shuddered slightly.  I thought she was cumming.  But no, it was only the long, slow build-up.

By now she’d put her legs over my shoulders and was closing her thighs, pulling me towards her, tighter and tighter.

And when she eventually did cum I felt I was suffocating.  Her hips jerked up off the seat and shudders ran through her body.

“Yes slut.  Yes.  Yessss.”

It seemed as if she would never stop and I did have to use my hands now to ease her thighs so that I could breath.  She gradually relaxed and lowered herself back down onto the chair and let her legs fall to the side.  I continued giving her cunt and the insides of her thighs gentle kisses.

She placed a hand on top of my head and give me a quick pat.  “I think you may have managed to pass the test.”

I could not have been happier.

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.

Chapter Three – in which fantasies come true but, for the sissy, they’re not the ones she’d hoped for.

“So let me tell you about some of the new arrangements whilst I have your full attention.  Firstly, you are to prepare a meal tonight for myself and Dave, my boyfriend.”

“Oh, wait a minute, Sarah, I don’t mind serving you.  But I don’t think this should include anyone else.  This should really just be between you and me.”

Eventually I stopped as I could see the very cold stare I was getting.

“Have you taken in anything that I’ve been saying?”

She paused and looked straight into my eyes.  I kept my mouth shut this time.

“Right.  I’ll get Dave to deal with your behaviour after dinner tonight.”

And with that news she turned and left.

I was now in complete turmoil.  I’d been getting all excited about being able to dress up as the sissy I wanted to be and being controlled personally by a beautiful young Mistress.  A fantasy of a lifetime had come true.  I would never have let her take these pictures last night otherwise.  And she must realise surely that these fantasies I’d written about sucking cocks and being used as a toilet slave were just that – fantasies, not ever meant to come true.  So how could she imagine that I would serve a guy!  And then I remembered that awful e-mail and the way she had spoken to me and it sunk in that I didn’t have any option.  It didn’t matter what I wanted.  I really was trapped.  It wasn’t a game any more.

When Dave arrived for dinner he was very amused at the sight of me standing in the hallway.  And I did look ridiculous in my pink lace baby doll, red basque, black stockings and red heels.  I’d picked my favourite black lace thong to wear as well but that was a mistake as he made me turn round in front of him and gave my bare bottom a couple of hard spanks.

“I believe you are due something a lot harder than that later, bitch.”

He walked past me into the lounge and demanded a beer.

I spent the next couple of hours serving drinks and then dinner to Mistress Sarah and Dave.  She looked wonderful in her little black dress.  Dave thought so as well as he could hardly keep his hands to himself.

She’d had me run her bath earlier but had then dismissed me so I didn’t have the pleasure I’d expected of bathing and dressing her.

Both of them more or less ignored me throughout, treating me as some kind of invisible servant.  I wasn’t allowed to cook anything for myself but told to put all the leftovers into the mixer.  Eventually it contained bits of bread, a little pate, potatoes, peas, some fatty bits from the steaks and some ice cream.

Mistress and Dave had just finished their coffee when they came into the kitchen and Mistress demanded to see the mixer bowl.

“Looks a bit dry to me, don’t you think Dave?”

“I’m sure I can moisten it a bit.  Bring it over here.”

He pointed in front of him just below his crotch.

I was silently praying that I was wrong about what I imagined he was going to do but I wasn’t.  He unzipped his fly and took out his cock placing it over the lip of the bowl.  He pissed for about 5 seconds, covering all the food scraps.

“Now you can mix it all up for dinner, sissy.  And if you need a drink afterwards you just have to ask.”

They both found that very amusing.

I poured the disgusting mess into a bowl, placed it on the floor and then began sucking it up.  The taste was awful, mainly of piss and my whole face was soon covered and dripping.

Mistress and Dave left me to finish with Mistress telling me to clean myself up and then report to the lounge for my punishment.

And it was worse, much worse than the beatings I’d received from Mistress Sarah.  Every stroke was harder and he took his time between each one dragging out the agony.  Sometimes he’d turn away so I’d think it was over but just as I relaxed he’d quickly turn back and another agonising stroke lashed my bottom.  And he didn’t confine himself to my arse either with my thighs getting just as much attention.  I was a quivering wreck when he finally sat down.  Through my tears – and between my legs – I then watched as Mistress Sarah and Dave began making out on the sofa.  My agony had obviously aroused them both.

It wasn’t long before they both got up and headed upstairs.  Mistress Sarah told me to bring them fresh drinks.  When I entered the bedroom Mistress was lying back on the bed wearing only her hold-up stockings.  She looked so beautiful and sexy.  It was the first time I’d seen her naked breasts with small, dark brown nipples.  I wanted to bend over and suck them.

“Make your self useful” she said, indicating Dave who was standing bare chested but still with his trousers on beside the bed.

"Useful?" I nervously repeat.  I am not sure what she means.

"Suki!"  Now Mistress is mad at me again.  "You're supposed to be my personal maid.  Do I have to spell it out for you?  Make yourself useful and help Dave remove his trousers." 

I cringe at the thought of this, and I try not to look at him as I kneel down, loosen his belt and help him step out of his trousers.  In front of my face I can see the outline of a large, hard cock in his underpants.

"Well, sissy?" Mistress says next.  I know what she expects, but I can't react. 

At this point Dave knows too. 

"Slut!"  Now she is really pissed at me.  "Remove his underpants this instant!  But for your insolence to Dave, I want you to put your hands behind your back, and lower them just using your teeth!"

I slowly comply with her command.  I need to put my face right up to him as I gently grab the waistband with my teeth and carefully lower his pants down his legs.  Not only does his hard cock spring against my face, trailing pre-cum over my lips, but I’m forced to slide my nose down the crack of his arse.  I am totally humiliated.

Dave picks up his underpants and carefully places them over my head so that the crotch is against my nose and mouth.

“Oh, the slut will like that, darling.  Pantie sniffing is one of her favourite activities.  Say thank you to Dave, Suki.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You can suck them as well if you like” he laughed.

“Now, get out.  Wait outside the door until we call you back in.  And no peeking!”

I crawl out of the bedroom and wait on my hands and knees in the corridor.

As I wait I am filled with so many conflicting emotions.  I remember how wonderful the nearly naked body of Mistress Sarah looked and I’m filled with desire and lust.  But the sounds of their lovemaking make me firstly so jealous and then so tearful as I realise that I will be lucky even to be allowed the honour of going down on her as she now has her own lover.  My arse and thighs are burning with pain as I think about how physically vulnerable I now am.  My supper tonight makes me understand that more of my ‘fantasies’ may come to life.  I know that will not be the last time I am forced to drink piss.  What worse humiliations might I have to face?

I am about to find out one more as the bedroom finally quietens down and Mistress calls me back into the room.

“Get over here.”  She points to the floor beside her.

I crawl over and then I’m ordered to lie on my back.  She slips off the bed, steps over my body and kneels down, her glistening cunt inches from my face.

“Clean your Mistress well, Suki.”  She lowers herself onto my face.  The pink flesh is swollen and wet.  I briefly see creamy cum – hers? his? – probably both.  I don’t care as she presses down on my open mouth and my tongue laps away inside of her.  This is almost as good as proper cunnilingus.  I love the smell and tastes and I get excited by knowing that it is Dave’s juices as well as Mistress Sarah’s that I’m licking clean.  I give a whimper of disappointment when she lifts herself off me.

“Look, Dave.”  He leans over the edge of the bed.  “See the hard on the bitch has got.  She obviously likes the taste of cum.”

She looks down at me.  “Now it’s time for you to clean up Dave’s cock.”

I climb up onto the bed.  Dave is now lying back, legs apart, hands clasped on the top of his head.  I kneel between his legs and bend forward and take his soft cock in my mouth.

“Make sure you do a good job, Suki.  Don’t miss his balls.  And I think the inside of his thighs need cleaning too.”

I begin to realise how much I’m enjoying this.  I’m much more of a complete whore than I thought.  And when I’ve finished and sat back on my heels Mistress again points out my own hard cock.  I’m loving this supposed humiliation.

“Wank yourself off, slut.”

I pull my thong aside and start stroking myself.  Dave suddenly roles over so that I’m staring at his arse.  Mistress Sarah moves close to me and whispers in my ear “Cum over that beautiful arse, baby.”  I do as I’m told and shoot on him.  I manage to hit each cheek and the final spurt hits him right on his arse crease and begins slowly to slide down.

“You know what you have to do now, don’t you, Suki?”

“Yes, Mistress” I reply and bend forward to lick up the mess I’ve made.

Coming Next:-

Chapter Four – in which the sissy learns some very useful, if painful lessons.

Chapter Four – in which the sissy learns some very useful, if painful lessons.

I was pleased to hear Dave leave early the next morning before I got up.  Perhaps Mistress Sarah and I would have a day together on our own.

I’d barely finished cleaning up after my breakfast when she appeared in the kitchen.  She looked lovely wearing a pale pink bed jacket and high heeled mules – very sexy I thought.  She sat at the kitchen table and demanded some bacon and eggs.  When I served her she signalled for me to kneel at her feet.  She slipped off the mules and told me to kiss her feet.

I started gently kissing the tops and then began sucking her toes.  She didn’t say anything so I continued, first one foot, then the other.  I even began to lick the soles.  This was lovely – just what I’d hoped for.  I couldn’t help glancing upwards once or twice between her legs and I knew I was getting hard again.

Then she pulled her foot away from me and slipped it into her mule.

“Run me a bath, Suki.  And wait for me to come up.”

I almost ran up the stairs.  Was she going to allow me to bathe her?

I added plenty of bubble bath and constantly checked the temperature.  Don’t get it too hot, I thought.  That could be disastrous.

The bath had been full for a few minutes as I knelt there waiting.

I heard her enter the bathroom.  “Ready?”

I turned towards her.  “Yes, Mistress.”  And then my mouth must have dropped open as she let her robe fall and walked towards me completely naked.  She rested one hand on my shoulder and stepped into the bath.  She slowly lowered herself into the water so that only her head remained visible above the bubbles.  She sighed and closed her eyes.

For several minutes there was silence.  I managed to calm myself and get my latest erection to subside.  At least she hadn’t noticed.  Or so I thought.

“I don’t know what to do with you sometimes, Suki.  First in the kitchen you quite blatantly stare up between my legs and now here you obviously can’t stop staring at me when I step in the bath.  And both times you embarrass me with a hard on poking up the front of your dress.  Do you think that is appropriate behaviour for a maid?”

“No, Mistress, I’m really sorry.  But it’s very difficult for me seeing you like this not to be aroused.”

“And why is that, Suki?”

“Well, because you’re so beautiful and sexy, Mistress.”

If I thought this might please her I was wrong.

“How dare you speak about me in that way.  If you were a man perhaps it would be acceptable.  But you’re not a man, are you?  You’re a sissy slut and you’re not entitled to even think about a woman in that way.  I can see I’m going to have to find a way to control you’re ‘urges’.  Now, begin bathing me.”

I picked up a face cloth and began my duties by gently washing her shoulders and arms.  I suppose that was the easiest bit.  I was very careful to concentrate on the task and not think about exactly what it was I was washing.  The fact that most of her body was hidden under the bubbles helped.  And using a cloth meant my hand wasn’t in direct contact with her skin.  When I moved down to her legs she lifted them out of the water so that I could use one hand to support each leg in turn.  And she pointed her toes which emphasised the elegant lines.  And I could then not avoid moving my hand between her legs.  I was now trembling and she made it a lot worse for me by placing her hand over mine.

“Mmmm.  That’s nice, Suki.  Thank you.”

I didn’t know what to say.

And the worst part came when she stood up and faced the wall so that I could wash her bottom.  That was when I wanted to lean forward and kiss it and when I had my latest erection.

I didn’t go down when she stepped out of the bath and allowed me to wrap her in a large towel and pat her dry.

“Still not showing any self control, my little slut, are we?”

I could only bow my head and shake it slowly.

“Well, don’t worry.  I’ve thought of a way to discipline you and your thing.  First you are to have a bath.  And as a treat you can use your Mistress’s dirty bath water.  Isn’t that kind of me?”

“Oh, yes Mistress.  Thank you very much, Mistress.”  And I was pleased and excited by her generosity.  Although I couldn’t see how that could help in any way with my hard on.  Quite the opposite in fact.

“Now, in order to help with disciplining you, you will shave completely your pubic area – all over including under your balls.  And you can do the crack of your arse as well.  I hate to see a sissy with a hairy arse.”

“But Mistress…..  What about when I visit….”

“I hope you’re not questioning my orders, Suki.  That would upset me very much.”

“No, Mistress” I replied resignedly.

“Good.  Don’t take too long.  And present yourself to me naked when you’re finished.”

The next ten minutes or so were the most nerve wracking I can remember.  I was shaking just from the humiliation of having to shave myself and very nervous indeed about cutting myself.  And shaving along the crack of my arse was the worst of all.

But eventually I walked into Mistress Sarah’s bedroom.  I’d never felt quite this naked before.

She looked round at me.  “Over here” she said, pointing beside the stool in front of the dressing table where she was sitting.  She was dressed in a lovely red lace bra and panties and was doing her make-up.  I had to take deep breaths and not even look at her as I moved to her side.  Now was definitely not the time to disgrace myself by getting hard.  I suppose the strange feeling around my genitals helped.

“Legs apart.  Hands clasped on top of your head.”

I did as she ordered and waited.  And waited.  And waited.

She was definitely taking her time to do her make-up and all the time ignoring me completely.  She eventually got up and went over to the wardrobe and took plenty of time deciding what to wear.  A soft white top and tiny mini-skirt was her choice.  She moved back towards me and sat down across the stool directly facing me.

“Let’s have a look then.”  She cupped my balls in her hand and lifted up my cock with her other hand.  She moved it from side to side and then let her fingers trace all over my cock, balls and stomach.

“You seem to have carried out that task satisfactorily, Suki.  I’m pleased with you for once.  We need something to make it all look pretty though.  Next time you’re out shopping you can get one of these ruffled circular hair bands, pink I think.  Or maybe two.  Then you can wear one around the base of your cock and one behind your balls.  Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Thank you, Mistress” I answered, staring straight ahead.  I didn’t dare look down as seeing her and feeling her stroke me at the same time would have been to much for my self-control.  Even so, I don’t know how I managed to stop myself getting hard.

“Now, I intend to show you how you will be disciplined every time you get an erection.  It won’t be a punishment although I may still decide to punish you as well.  But it’s designed to make you aware that I do not permit unauthorised erections and for you to learn not to let it happen.”

She then picked up a tube of something and held it up for me to see.

“Do you know what this is?”

I looked and saw it was a tube of Deep Heat.  My heart sank as I realised what was coming.

“Yes, Mistress.  I do know.  And, I know how it works.”

“Excellent.  Normally I will expect you to apply it liberally whenever you get an erection.  But today, just to start you off properly, I’ll do it for you.  Make sure you feel the full effect.”

She squeezed quite a big blob onto her fingers and, lifting up my prick, began rubbing it all over my balls.  She then immediately squeezed more onto the palm of her hand, grasped my prick and started wanking me.

I could feel the heat and then stinging sensation begin to spread through my balls and knew it would only be a moment or two before my cock began to suffer as well.  She lent back and then reached between my legs.  Her hand moved back and forth across my arsehole.  I could only wait.

Soon I was breathing rapidly and hopping about.

“Stand still, slut!”

The pain seemed to be all over my crotch.  I whimpered as it got worse and worse.  All I wanted to do was run to the bathroom and wash it off.  But somehow I stood my ground.  Mistress Sarah laughed quietly and moved away to put on some shoes.

Eventually she sent me away to get dressed again.  It must have been 15 to 20 minutes before I could forget the pain and was left with this dull heat on my cock and balls.  It was made worse again when I pulled on a tight thong.  I should remember to wear loose knickers in future if I have to undergo such discipline again.  And I suppose it is inevitable.

But my morning misery wasn’t over yet.

I went down to the kitchen to find Mistress Sarah sitting at the table.  She smiled at me when I entered the room.

“I hope we’ve begun to deal with you’re lack of proper self-control, Suki.  But there is still you’re general behaviour.  I’ve lost count of the times when you’ve spoken out of turn or dared to question my orders.  And I can’t keep thrashing you several times a day.  You’re arse will be in a fine mess if I keep doing that.  So I’ve devised something that I hope will make you consider your position and how you should behave as my slave.  You’re going to do this at least once a day, possibly more.  I call it a penance.  To punish you, yes, but also to discipline your thoughts and ideas so that you can become useful to me.  Stand in front of the sink.  Face towards me.”

She stood up and went over to where all the storage jars were lined up along one wall.  She picked up one – it contained rice – opened it and then emptied some of the rice onto the floor in front of me.  She used her foot to spread the rice out a bit.  I realised what was probably going to happen.  I was afraid.

“You’re going to kneel down on the rice.  We’ll start today and make it reasonably easy and just make you do 10 minutes – but that will be increased later.  You will keep quite still all the time and keep you’re hands clasped on top of your head.  Is that clear?”

What could I say except “Yes, Mistress”.

I tried lowering myself down very slowly and very carefully but as soon as I sank onto the rice it was so painful that I almost stood up straight away.  Mistress Sarah started an egg timer.  I could only pray she hadn’t got the time wrong.  I think that it was one of the worst 10 minutes I’ve ever spent.  The pain in my kneecaps was excruciating.  Although I did try to think about how I mustn’t question Mistress Sarah and do exactly what she tells me to do.  So I suppose the penance was beginning to serve its purpose.  But how on earth was I going to be able to do it again tomorrow – and the day after, and on and on.  It didn’t bear thinking about and yet, somewhere inside my mind, I was thinking about it and beginning to realise how difficult life was going to be from now on.

When the bell on the timer finally went I was so relieved that I started crying.  Mistress Sarah laughed at me.  “You’d better get used to it sissy.  We can’t have you in tears all the time.  I think 12 noon every day would be appropriate.  And don’t think you’ve finished yet with the rice.”

Please let me stand up, I silently begged.  I couldn’t imagine what further tortures she had in store for me.

“I hope you’ve been considering how you must always obey me without question.  So here’s a little task for you.  Stay on your knees but you can move off the rice.”

I gratefully moved back but it took a some frantic brushing to get all the rice grains that had stuck to my knees off.

“This is totally pointless which is why I’m going to enjoy watching you do this.  You will carefully count each grain of rice.  Put them in little piles of 10 grains each and then rows of a hundred.  Let me know when you’ve finished.”

I groaned as I bent forward to carry out this stupid task.  Or maybe I should say this simple task that Mistress Sarah has graciously allowed her slut to perform.  Was I beginning to know my place?

About an hour later I’d reached a count of over 3,000 grains.  It has been difficult just picking up the grains and separating them into little piles.  And then disaster.

Mistress Sarah cam into the kitchen, walked past me and got a glass of water.  She turned round and looked down at me with a lovely smile “Nearly finished, Suki?”

“Yes, I am, Mistress, thank you.”

With that she walked right through the middle of the piles of rice grains and left the kitchen.

For a few moments I stared at the scattered grains, unable to believe that she could be so cruel.  And then I burst into tears.

Another 2 hours later I finally finished counting out over 5,000 grains.  I didn’t know what to do with them but when I asked Mistress Sarah she told me to sweep them up.  “

“You can keep those grains for your future daily penances.  And we’ll make it a weekly task, say 10 o’clock every Sunday evening, for you to recount the grains.  Now go and make me a sandwich for lunch.”

Coming next:-

Chapter Five - In which the sissy becomes a slutty schoolgirl and receives her just deserts.