Caught out by the rain.

It was such a delightful early autumn day, sunny and warm with a lovely soft breeze. It was the middle of the day so I knew the local park wouldn't be too busy, risk a little walk in daytime. Why not.
It felt so delicious strolling around the quieter parts of the park, my lacy yellow dress reminded me so much of the summertime and little wisps of warm wind were tickling their way under my hem. I felt so very femme n grrlie.
Then, out of nowhere, torrential rain. Really pouring down in sheets, and it was freezing too. Within moments I was soaked to the skin and running for the cover of some trees. I was shivering and shaking when I got there, rubbing myself to clear the water and try to warm up a bit. "Where on earth did that come from?"
I hadn't noticed the rather well-dressed woman there when I arrived, but without coat or brolly she'd had the same idea as me. We passed a few remarks the way strangers do and then she said, "I think it's easing up a bit. My car's not far away and I can run you home." I thanked her for her generosity in my most ladylike voice but I'd be fine.
"My dear, you can hardly walk home like that! Not in broad daylight anyway." I looked down and my dress was pretty much completely transparent, oh why had I worn purple undies. They showed through the flimsy material, might as well have had no dress on! "Come on, let's make a dash for it before it pours down again.
Turns out we were only a few minutes from her house, but even in that short drive the rain was belting down again, now with lightning just for effect. She showed me into her large living room, turned on the gas fire and went off to get us some towels. Handing me one she suggested I get as dry as possible, she'd be back in a minute.

I was shivering and trying to get myself as dry as possible when Margaret re-entered the room with a big fluffy bathrobe and some tea on a tray. "You'll never get dry like that silly, take your dress off and hang it over the chair in front of the fire." This was a dangerous moment, but I thought if I covered myself with the towel I might just get away with it. I'd slipped out of the soaked frock but as I wrestled it onto the chair my towel slipped off and there I was in my undies in this strange lady's house. Because my panties were somewhat see-through she noticed my 'certain something' straight away.
"What's that? Are you really a boy or something?" Now I was in serious trouble. She might scream, or call the police, or even attack me! "I'm a sissy" I stammered out, my face flushed scarlet with the confession. "Well I'm a barrister, and I see all sorts, though I must confess you had me fooled."
In no time I was wrapped up in the robe and we were sipping tea on Margaret's sofa. We were laughing at how my dress in front of the fire looked, and my stockings hanging from the mantlepiece, like something out of an old movie. "So you're a sissified male, not really trying to be a girl, how does that work?"
I explained about my Mistress and how she preferred me in immodest feminine clothes. How she didn't like boyish things at all and I now accepted my role as her submissive sissy.
"And tell me, how did this start, were you always a sissy?" I told her how it had begun, when I'd bought some cheap n nasty underwear for my 'girlfriend' and had ended up wearing it because she was so offended. Things had escalated from there and now, years later, I was pretty much emasculated and totally subservient to the dominant woman Mistress had become.
"That's fascinating, my ex-husband was always bringing me slutty little outfits to wear but I never would. I wonder if he was a sissy underneath it all. As a matter of fact, I think I still have some of them." "Oh do come upstairs and help me look"
Now I was in Madam Margaret's bedroom, she'd asked me to call her that 'for a laugh', and I couldn't help but notice how her ample bottom swayed as she rummaged in the bottom of her wardrobe. "Found it!" she yelled and pulled out a carrier bag which she emptied onto the bed. There was the usual assortment of maids outfits, schoolgirl costumes and lots of pretty tacky underwear. "Let me see you in this, oh please please please." Holding out a very short french maid dress in black satin. "Look it's even got some black hold-ups and an apron."
Soon I was posing in front of the mirror for her while she flicked my hems up to see my 'pretty, pantied bottom' as she described it. Then she had me walk around the room, "more flouncing", and picking things up for her so I'd have to bend over. "You have such a delicious sissy bum Candi, I just love looking at it." "Now, how about curtseying and calling me Madam." Madam Margaret howled with laughter when I'd done that, "You've obviously done that a lot sissy, it's very well practised!" "Yes Madam."

Reaching into the frothy pile of frillies Madam Margaret pulled out a pair of panties. "Can you believe my ex actually thought I might wear these?!!" What she was holding up was a pair of the sluttiest knickers I've ever seen, red nylon, open-crotch, and with lots of black lace around the waistband, legs and opening. "Not at all Madam, only a whore would wear such things!" "You put them on then, I want to see how they look."
I made to turn away but she insisted on seeing the whole show, "Dress up and slide your own panties down, slowly mind, I want to watch this." As I pulled the slut knickers into place Madam had me stand closer to her, "Yes, I think I see the appeal. It's like you're available anytime, anywhere isn't it."
Then she reached out and softly rubbed the skin of my lower abdomen, tracing how soft and smooth it was, "You shave your bikini line every day sissy?" "Yes Madam, my Mistress prefers it that way." "And do you moisturize as well?" "Yes Madam, thoroughly"
"Over to the mirror with you, lift your dress and look at the whorish panties and your little sissy clitty. It's beginning to stir I think." She was right, of course, I was feeling all the excitement of the situation.

Taking my hand Madam Margaret placed a large dollop of rose-scented hand cream onto my palm. "Let me see, work that in slowly, and don't miss any bits!!" That instruction was accompanied by a sharp slap on my behind!
So I rubbed the cream onto my belly and down to my thighs, then under and over my little smooth balls. Now as I applied it to the shaft of my little thingy Madam instructed me to grip it, "But only move your hand very slowly!"
I could watch Madam Margaret slowly massage the same cream into her ample but wonderfully firm breasts. All the while wishing I could pump my sissy knoblette faster, this was agony! "Come over to me sissy." Sitting on the edge of the bed with the top of her robe fully off Madam Margaret cupped her breasts together. "I've always had a bit of a thing for a cock between my breasts. Put yours in there, now!" I did as I was told and nearly swooned with pleasure as Madam began working her bosom up and down my sissy dick. Playing with her own nipples and staring deep into my eyes. "Mmm, I enjoyed that." she said, releasing my sissycock and laying back on the bed. But she was still squishing her bosoms together and making a delicious little moisturized gap, "Straddle me and fuck my tits you little whore!" I pumped away between her lovely paps while she continued to jiggle them and call me all kinds of slut names, until suddenly I could feel myself coming and I thrust myself just as hard as I could into mammary heaven.
Now pushing me onto my back Madam straddled my head and descended her rich red sex onto my upturned mouth. She was so wet, and ground herself against my tongue while laying the weight of her breasts on my now flaccid sissy-thing and slithering them about.
Lying on top of the bed Madam complimented Mistress on teaching me how to be such a good sissy, and use my tongue so well. All the while feeling me up under my skirt and running her nails over my boi bits. "Off you go and get dressed now dear, the rain's stopped so you can walk home."
Having slipped into my now dry dress and the tan stockings I'd been wearing I realised I must have left my own panties upstairs. "No, wear the crotchless ones home you tart, it'll amuse me to know you're so vulnerable on the streets!"
"I take every Wednesday off work, so I'll have to have a word with your Mistress about me borrowing her property once a week." "I'll meet you in the park, at the same place and time next week. Yes?"
"Yes Madam." And off I walked into the darkened streets, not through the park this time!x

Doing the business for Mistress

Mistress sat me down in her office and explained that what I’d be doing today was very important to her business. She stressed that it was vital that I delivered this vital message and wait for a reply. As she inspected me in my little business suit and crisp blouse I felt so important as well as feminine. No scuffs on my black patent pumps, or ladders in my tan stockings. I looked the epitome of an efficient secretary, I love getting to wear a black pencil suit too, very business-like.

All the way to Ms Miranda’s firm I was so thrilled and excited. On the bus I’d chosen to sit upstairs and was followed up by two young women. I could hear them whispering about being able to see my stocking tops through the slit in my skirt so I really swayed my ass just as much as I could. The trip was delightful and I used my compact to preen my hair and check my make up so many times. When no-one was sitting too near I even slid my hem up for a sneaky peek at my stocking tops, It was so delicious to see the little V of my panties framed by my stay-ups and the hard black line of the skirt.

And they were ever so cute, sheer see-through purple nylon with bright pink trim, a little wisp on my bikini line showing quite clearly between my thighs. Getting near my stop I adjusted my blouse and thrilled at the view down it, my boobies were forming a perfect cleavage in the pink balcony bra I’d worn that day. The short walk to Ms Miranda’s was heaven, I felt like such a confident and perky little Miss and I felt everyone was looking at this sexy secretary going about her day’s work.

Arriving just before 5pm I was shown immediately to Ms Miranda’s office by her secretary who was just finishing up for the day. Ms Miranda was an impressive sight, tall and elegant wearing a black trouser suit and white chiffon blouse. Her rich red hair was cut in a boyish that only women with fantastically feminine features can carry off. She was the very essence of a successful boss and CEO, and immensely striking for that.

I delivered Mistress’s package and letter which Ms Miranda opened with great delicacy and dexterity. As she read it she only occasionally glanced up at me, but her eyes were so piercing. I sat there, legs crossed and let my eyes wander around the room. Ms Miranda was clearly a powerful woman, I noticed she had a private restroom and the office was large enough to have a leather couch for less formal meetings. Impressive.

Finally she finished reading and said, “That all seems in order, just a couple of last points to clear up.” With that she excused herself and went into the restroom, taking Mistress’s package with her I noticed. Back at her desk Ms Miranda fixed me with a softer, but firm, stare. “Are you aware of how important this deal is to your company, Candi?” It was the first time she’d addressed me by name, and it seemed to amuse her slightly for some reason. “Oh yes Ma’am, my Mistress made that very clear to me”

“Well then, as you know your Mistress is only able to match my current supplier’s offer. So she’s offered me a non-cash incentive to clinch the deal. Can you guess what that might be?” “I’m afraid I have no idea Ma’am, but Mistress is always good to her word.” I hadn’t expected this question so I was trying my best to strengthen Mistress’s bargaining. “It’s you sissy!! You’re gonna be the deal breaker here. Your Mistress says you’ll do whatever is necessary, is that true?”

“Yes Ma’am” I confirmed, although I wasn’t really sure what was meant by the question. “Alright then Candi, come and sit on my desk facing me, let’s see if you live up to your Mistress’s promise. I sat right in front of Ms Miranda,she told me to put my feet up on the arms of her chair. To do this I had to raise my hem a little. Of course this gave Ms Miranda a perfect view up my skirt and she smirked a little. “Well now, you’re not quite the girl you were when you walked in the office, are you Darling? I’d say your sissy credentials are showing.” She leaned forward a little and inched her chair forward, which raised my knees and gave her an even better view. “I like your panties sissy, they’re so provocative, and I can see your little sissy knoblette so clearly. You really are a little panty-waisted slut aren’t you, this is gonna be fun!”

“But first, let’s have a look at your big ta-tas. Open your blouse, but slowly you minx. I want to enjoy this.” I slowly and deliberately opened the buttons on my blouse, taking coy little looks at Ms Miranda as I did so and giving her a cheeky little grin and a tiny blush. She was obviously enjoying the show because I could see her hand had moved under the desk and was up to something. Once the shirt was open to the waist I pulled it aside and leaned toward my instructress, licking my red-painted lips to make them glisten. “My god Candi, you really are such a teasing little flirt aren’t you, stroke your diddies for me you slut.” I did as I was told and let my lips open a little to let out tiny gasps and moans as if my breasts were made of flesh and not silicon. This seemed to please Mistress Miranda, a lot, because her hand was moving faster now!

“Now cup your tits with one hand and stroke the front of your panties, the boy downstairs appears to be waking up.” She was right of course and as I lightly ran my fingers over my clitty it stirred into something my knickers would keep in for very long. Ms Miranda watched me masturbate the girls’ way for a little while, stroking my nipple and sliding my hand over my nylon-clad sissyhood, and was clearly getting quite aroused herself by the spectacle. “Take it out of your panties sissy, take a firm hold and wank it slowly for me.” “But don’t you dare to come!!”

A very few minutes was all I could stand of this. I was ready to burst and spray my femme juice all over her desk. “Stand up Candi, I have a treat for you.” I stood before her, my sirt up at the front and my little boy pointing right at her. Slowly Ms Miranda stood up and whispered in my ear, “I suppose you’d love a blow job right around now” in a husky voice. “Oh yes, yes please Ma’am. Please please please.” At that she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. Now I saw what was in Mistress’s package, and why Ms Miranda had taken it to the restroom.

Sticking out of her trousers was a big pink rubber cock, way bigger than anything I could ever produce, and she was stroking it right in front of my face. “Suck it you sissy bitch!” and she grabbed my head and forced herself between my scarlet-painted lips. “That’s it slut, suck it like it’s made of honey.” I bobbed my head back and forth as she continued to pump into my mouth, fucking my tightly clamped lips. I looked up with happy eyes to see her clearly enjoying watching me be her whore.

Suddenly Ms Miranda began jerking and rubbing the back end of the dildo against herself frantically, a stream of profanities came from her as her knees gave way and she forced her cock into my mouth as hard and deep as she could. I gagged a little and she breathlessly pushed me away. I fell back and presented her with the view up my skirt, panties pulled aside and my engorged sissy-bit straining at the ceiling. “Get over to the couch you sissy slut! Right now!!”

So, we were at last, me bent over the padded arm of the sofa feeling it’s coolness against my little member, and her behind me still panting a little. I felt my skirt lifted right up to my waist, “Oh my, I love how your stocking tops and hemline frame your panty-clad bottom. Your Mistress did say you have a delightfully full ass, well I’m gonna fill that some more!!” With that came a few firm but not hard spanks on my sissy bum, then my knickers were yanked down. I felt the end of her great phallus part my cheeks and with one big jerk Ms Miranda was inside me. I was so glad Mistress obviously included lube in the gift or I’m sure I’d have been split in two!

The dildo was still a bit cold, and felt hot in my ass but Ms Miranda was forcing it all the way in. She even wiggled her hips side to side a little, then I could feel her hips against me. There wasn’t any more cock to be had. I wriggled my ass and lifted it off the sofa against her thrusts and she leaned forward to whisper, “You’re a complete cockslut aren’t you sissy, you love getting fucked in your girlie ass don’t you? Say it, tell me you love it you whore!” “Oh yes Mistress, I love your big cock driving deep into my sissy-hole, please fuck me harder, harder, harder!!” I felt Ms Miranda’s arms encircle me and she clawed at my bosoms and pumped her hips furiously until, again, I felt her body quiver and shudder as she climaxed and finally fell limp, draped across my back. She was spent at last, and I was soaked in her juices which ran down between my thighs.

Once I’d cleaned up in her restroom, couldn’t find my panties anywhere, Ms Miranda handed me an envelope of the signed paperwork As she showed me out of her office she patted my ass and told me to tell Mistress I’d conducted my affairs with aplomb. She sniggered a bit at that bit and said’ “See you soon” as she slammed the door behind me.

It was a much shakier trip back to Mistress’s place, what with my knees still quivering and my lack of knickers making me self-conscious. Mistress asked my how it had went and I just said “Fine”, but when she opened Ms Miranda’s letter my panties fell out onto her desk. Mistress smiled and said, “Good grrl Candi.” Which pleased me, then the bombshell. 

“Of course you’ll be seeing a lot more of Ms Miranda, the new contract calls for a monthly report. Hand delivered by you!”

Sissies, be careful what you say!!x

This tale is a little warning to all my sissy sisters out there, please be careful what you say, and to whom. It's just so easy for us grrls to get it wrong!

Just last week I was making my way over to Mistress's apartment after a long day of mincing around her office doing all the menial chores she thought beneath the real girls that work there. I'd had my ass groped and my suspenders pinged so much I'd had to stay late to finish my work. That meant Mistress had gone home early and I had had to take the bus home, with all the leering and smutty comments that always entails. So by the time I got home I was one grumpy little sissy secretary, and I knew I had an evening of acting as Mistress's pantywaisted maid ahead of me.

 I was just so happy to finally get into the lift at Mistress's block. I was just pushing the floor button when a young woman who lives a couple of floors below squeezed through the doors. She's a tiny little thing but makes best use of what she's got, and Mistress has often commented on how sexy she is.

She seemed oblivious to me, blabbing away on her phone, and I was trying not to get her attention. She was obviously talking to one of her girlfriends and laughing and giggling away. Then she put her hand over the phone and started to talk lower, I could make out she was talking about what she was looking at right now. There was a sissy boy in the lift in a skirt so short her stocking tops were on view, she looks a right tart. Here, I'll send you a picture. I suddenly heard the little shutter noise camera phones make and some giggling.

When I turned around she was holding the camera quite low so it was obvious she's been taking a snap up my skirt. I was livid and asked how dare she but she just laughed and told her friend that she'd upset the sissy and now continued to take photographs of me quite blatantly. "What's the matter girly, don't you like getting your picture taken?" "Your Flickr account says different, you little slut!!" Now how did she know about that?? "I've seen it all you sissy tart, your teensy tiny cock and everything, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." She was quite right of course, what could a feminized crossdressing male like me do. I tried to turn away and hide my face but she just said she preferred to get shots of my sexy bum anyway. I felt so humiliated and exposed, but of course that's one of the reasons grrls like me do this!!

I was so relieved when her floor came up, but as she left the lift she quipped that she'd share the pics on-line after her and her friends had had a good laugh. And then I did it, the thing no sissy should ever do, I called after her as the elevator doors were closing, "I'm not half the common little whore you are!!"

I got to Mistress's flat to find it empty so I had a deliciously pink bubble bath and pampered myself a little to put the whole incident out of my mind. When Mistress got home she found a powdered and scented sissy maid waiting for her, and all was well with the world. Or so I thought!!

A couple of nights later I thought Mistress was giving me a lovely treat. She had me dress up in my favourite undies, pink and transparent at the front with lots of ruffles at the back. So girlie and femme. Tan stockings held up by a white lacy suspender, no need for a bra as the dress she chose was a floral halter-neck, little white 4-inch courts and two pettis completed the ensemble. Mistress let me wear my blonde cosplay-type wig so I had lovely big hair and she even helped with my make up.

I felt like a total princess and swished and sashayed around, loving how the skirts billowed out when I twirled. Seventh heaven for any sissy. Mistress even let me take some air on the balcony so I could show off my outfit to passers-by below and of course I didn't mind at all when the breeze caught the hem and lifted the skirts. I felt deliciously feminine and so pretty, tonight was going to be a good night I could tell.

Half an hour later the doorbell rang and one delirious tranny skipped to answer it at Mistress's command. And there she was!! The girl from the lift!! The last time I'd seen her I'd been shouting abuse at her, and now she was here, at Mistress's door. Would she tell? Maybe she didn't mind, or she'd forgotten. But then why was she here.

My mind was racing but Mistress soon put me out of my misery and bewilderment. " I hear you've taken to being abusive to young ladies in the lift Candi, You know I will not tolerate a sissy who gets above their station." She was clearly very angry and had heard Jessica's side of the story, there was no point in my trying to excuse myself. I knew that for Mistress I had committed a terrible crime and she'd have her retribution!!

"Haven't you anything to say to Mistress Jessica for your terrible outburst the other night?" I was still so shocked to see her there, I stumbled out an apology and tried my very best to be sincere. Burying the thought that it was her that had caused the whole thing. I tried to be demure and keep my eyes down, hands behind my back, but for some reason my hips were swaying and my skirt was swishing around a bit.

 Mistress Jessica eyed me up and down and began to tell me just what she thought of sissified men, especially those that didn't even know their place.
"Look at you, you faggot, wearing a dress and heels and thinking that makes you just as good as a woman." "You look ridiculous in your flowery dress and girly wig, and I bet you just clump around on your heels like a big ox!!" Oooh, she had a nasty streak, and every word she spat out cut like a knife. I was tearing up a bit because this really did hurt.
" Let me see you move around a bit sissy, I want to watch you sway those hips and strut your girly stuff for me." I was really welling up now but as I looked at Mistress it was obvious she was going to let this younger woman do whatever she liked.
"Get those hands on your hips, take smaller steps, make your skirts sway. Mince for me, mince for me like the sissy fag slut you are" "Who's the little whore now sissy boy? Do feel all girly and dainty, or do you feel like a backstreet slapper in a nice dress?"

"This little flirt is disrespecting me Mistress!! I think she's enjoying me being here, and her apology is totally worthless." "I think I'm going to have to agree with you Jessica," Mistress said, "I've a feeling you'll have to take this matter further."

My eyes where full of tears now and I could feel them running down my cheeks as I paraded my sissy self for both these Ladies. Mistress Jessica decided it would be fun to shoot some video of this "for the girls" and there was no argument I could make.
"Now, stand still, I want to inspect what's under your skirts. I wonder if I can guess what colour your panties are."
"I'll bet they're pink, as pink as pink can be, 'cos you're a big sissy grrl aren't you? Show me, show me your panties you mincing little fag!!"

"I was right, I knew they'd be pink because you're such a pathetic pantywaist. They were bound to be!"
"You like wearing girlie undies, don't you, are those your favourite pair?"
I had to say yes, because they were, and Mistress Jessica had me tell her how much I loved to wear satin and lacy things, and stockings and high heels. And even how much I liked that my sissy clitty was locked away where it could do no harm, all this while sniffing back my tears and holding my skirt up for her inspection.

"I think she's beginning to feel sorry now." Mistress Jessica smiled at Mistress, but it was more of a sneer than a smile.
"Are you sorry? Sorry for what you called me? And for even daring to think you could ever speak to a Lady like that?"
"Oh yes Mistress," I blubbed out, "I'm so sorry for what I said, it was so very wrong of me. I'd do anything to take it back."

'Oh yes sissy, you will, and you'll be a whole lot sorrier before I'm satisfied!!"

"Bring that chair over here and bend over the back of it." I did as I was told and felt my skirts being lifted from behind and thrown up over my head.
"Oh my, what a view my grrl, with your stocking tops and your pretty pink panties all framed by your petticoats."
"You really are the prettiest little girly sissy I've ever seen, from this angle anyway!!"
I buried my head into the frills of the uderskirt and waited for the inevitable.
"Just a couple of photographs first, the girls are going to love this."

I felt completely exposed and humiliated, it was bad enough that this young woman was seeing me this way. But now her friends would be receiving the pictures and laughing at the sissified candy-assed fop, presenting herself for a spanking. I'm sure my whole frame was shaking as I cried like a girl out of pure shame.

From the first blow I recognised that it was one of Mistress's paddles, the leather one in the shape of a hand. And it stung, just as much as Mistress Jessica's words had, because I was filled with such a feeling of surrender. Twenty strokes later my ass was on fire when Mistress Jessica said,
"That's you nicely warmed up, now to really get to work on those cheeks of yours!!"
My panties were torn down to my ankles and my poor bum was lashed into with a procession of different paddles and tawses for the next fifteen minutes. I lost count of the blows, and all the while Mistress Jessica was berating me for my rudeness and for letting my Mistress down so very badly. "That, for me, is the very worst thing. Your Mistress has spent so long and gone to such trouble to make you a simpering little panty-waisted fag, and this is how you show her up!!"

Not quite finished just yet Mistress Jessica made me stand in front of her for a while longer, continuing to verbally abuse me in every way she could think of. This time I looked suitably contrite as she'd made me raise my dress up so she could see my chastity device failing to twitch.
"You look so cute like that Candi, with your 'dolly' all locked away and your pretty panties around your ankles." "I'm sure we won't need to have this conversation again, now will we!"
"Oh no Mistress, I'll never behave that way to any Lady, and I'll make my Mistress so proud of her creation."
And I meant every word.
"Good grrl Candi, now shuffle off into the kitchen and make me and Mistress a nice cup of tea, I'm rather parched after all that."

Off I went to the kitchen, knickers still around my ankles and prepared tea on a tray for the Ladies. When I got a chance I pressed my sizzling ass against the kitchen cupboards to try to cool it down a little.

 Mistress Jessica had one more punishment for me though, and it was the most devastating of all. Once I'd served the Mistresses with their tea she told me to remove my panties. I slipped them off my ankles and handed them to her.
"Wouldn't want you to trip and spill anything, would we dear?"
"Anyway, your little sissy ass is in no condition to put these back on 'til the morning I'd say."
With that she tore my pretty panties to shreds while I could only watch and feel my heart sink.
"These were your favourites, weren't they sissy? Well now you know what being a cheeky tranny slut really costs!!"
All the humiliation, and shaming, and berating and my burning ass welled up in me, and seeing my favourite undies destroyed right in front of me I just burst out sobbing. The tears were rolling down my face and into my cleavage. I was totally in bits.
"Here, wipe your sissy tears with these." And she handed me the shredded remains of my own underwear to dry my face with!

The two Mistresses squealed with laughter at my plight, and their taunts were a little less nasty than they'd been so I just stood there waiting to serve.

"Your sissy makes such an excellent maid Mistress, you've trained her ever so well."

"Yes Jessica, Dear, it took a lot of perseverance on my part, but we finally got her there. It's really down to getting the little slut to want to serve, that's most of the battle."

"And keeping her little clitty under control helps a lot I expect." Added Mistress Jessica with a wry smile and a glance in my direction. "That's right, isn't it Candi, no naughty boy parts getting in the way of your obedience."
"No Ma'am, it's best this way. Mistress always says so."

"I wonder if I might ask a little favour Mistress" asked Jessica, "It's just I'm having a little soiree in a few days, just a few of the girls over."
I could see Mistress was going to have her fun now, and she simply raised an eyebrow as she took a sip of her tea.
"Hmmmm?"
"Well, it would be so nice if we could have someone over to help. You know, serving things and tidying up, maybe even entertaining us a little."

"If you'd feel she'd be well enough behaved around your friends You can borrow Candi for the evening. I'm sure she'd love to meet your friends."

"Oh may I, may I please. I'll be ever so careful with her and return her unharmed. And I don't think she'll give me any trouble at all, will you sissy?" At that she patted my still smarting bottom and smiled at me with the coldest eyes you can imagine.

"Of course you can have her for the evening, let the girls bring boyfriends too if you like. Candi can be quite 'entertaining' when she's made to be."

"Oh goody, goody, goody. I'm gonna text all the girls I sent the piccies to, they'll be thrilled. Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!!"

With that she gave Mistress a big hug and a kiss on the mouth, and Mistress didn't pull away! Now both Ladies were all squeezed up on the sofa together, arms around each others' waists.

"Oh, but what will she wear? She'll need something that shows she's not really one of the guests."

"Don't worry Dearest, Candi has lots of sissy maid uniforms. And she looks cute as a button in all of them."

"Candi, go upstairs and bring some down. We'll have a little fashion show, shall we." With that she gave Mistress Jessica a little squeeze and a wink, and they cuddled up even closer together. It looked like my humiliation wasn't quite over after all, and if I knew Mistress I'd end up cuckolded that night by her new little fancy.

Fortunately I remembered to bring a bra along because otherwise my bosoms would have been swing around. That would have caused even more hilarity for the Mistresses than watching me try on sissy maid outfits one after the other without panties. I have seven at the minute, one for every day, and they're mostly very very pink.
"If you're going to have a sissy maid she should always be as ridiculously femme as possible." "Helps her know her place!!"
"Yes, yes I see, of course. Don't worry Candi, we'll see you're treated like a girl the whole time. Even when your little thingy is on show!"

And so, an hour of humiliation later, and the room positively awash with pink frilly outfits, the decision was made.

My outfit for Mistress Jessica's party would be in pink gingham with white apron, white stockings with pink bows and pink gloves. 8-inch pink stiletto court shoes and a very girly cosplay-style wig to finish the outfit.

The Ladies said they were 'tired out' now and had decided to go to bed for a rest. I could tidy up, I wouldn't be needed any more that night.

They certainly got their energy back fast because I could hear them through the wall of Mistress's room and they were howling and screaming well into the night!!

I, meanwhile, had nothing to do but lie on my bed in a skimpy little satin babydoll  nightie, pink of course, and imagine being one of them. After all, with my chastity device still in place I might as well be one of the girls!

Chastised sissy exposed by windy day.

Saucy sissy secretary.x

I like to dress up as the sauciest of sissy secretaries sometimes. Pencil and short flared skirts, skater dresses, high heels n hose.
Mistress likes it too, but she's got her eye on a sassy redhead with the most deliciously big bosoms. Needless to say it wasn't long before she made me dress up as the fiery temptress so she could have her wicked way, several times actually!!

Don't let your Mistress get bored, ever!!

Well that cheered HER up!!! 


Mistress was feeling a little out of sorts the other evening. ’Come on Candi, we’re goin’ out!!’ For the trip downtown Mistress wore a severely cut pencil suit in black satin with six inch patent black heels and a tiny pillbox hat with veil. She looked devastating as usual and I loved the way her scarlet lips stood out through the black mesh over her beautiful face.

I was in a short satin slip dress and pink curly wig! I had on the most delicious black opaque hold ups and six inch sandals!! As usual my bustline was made too big so I would present the correct sissy appearance to anyone who cared to look!! Like that taxi driver who I know adjusted his mirror so he could see up my dress to get a look at my scarlet panties!!!! Luckily I was tucked away for the journey because they were also very tiny, slut that I am.

I’d never been in a lap-dancing bar before, it felt very sleazy with it’s red velvets and low lighting, and all around the room girls were gyrating in the most provocative way!! Right there in the middle of the bar!! Mistress and I had barely sat down when a beautiful and very curvy Eurasian girl with almond eyes approached us and asked if we’d like a dance! I could see Mistress’s mood lift instantly and she sat up and spoke right into the girl’s eyes! There was a bit of flirting then Mistress reached in her purse and paid the girl’s fee.......for me!!!!

I can’t describe how sexy this girl looked swaying and shaking her body right in front of my face!! She cupped and squeezed her immaculately formed breasts, rubbed her hands all over herself, and parted and bit her lips!! All the while she reserved her stare for Mistress and even smiled cheekily at her a few times! Obviously this all had Mistress’s desired effect on ’the boy downstairs’ and as the girl leaned her bosoms almost against my mouth she peered down at the rather obvious tent in the front of my skirt!!! With a quick grasp she pulled my hem up and you know what was peeping out of the leg of my panties and indicating due north in an unmistakable way!!!! She jumped back with a start......looking at me and then Mistress!! To one side I could see one of the doormen coming over but the girl giggled and shoo’ed him away! Instead she called a tiny Thai girl in a school uniform over and whispered in her ear while pointing at my bulge!!!

They pulled me up out of my seat and insisted that I dance for them!!! I noticed that the original girl had sat very near to Mistress and didn’t flinch at having an arm put around her waist!! She stuffed money into my stocking top and called out instructions for me to dance more provocative, more like a girl, stick that ass out and grind those hips!!!! The Thai girl leaned forward and pulled my panties right down and ordered me to grip my dolly, not her word of course, and pump my hips so it looked like I was fucking my hand!!!! By now Mistress and the girl had lost interest in me and were openly snogging on the velvet sofa!! A couple more dancers had come over to see what the fuss was about and they were now egging me on and giggling and passing lewd comments about this pushy slut who’d invaded their space!!

 

One of them took me by the hand and led me to one of her regular gentlemen.....who then stuffed more cash into my bra and I was made to dance for him!!!! Without pants it was made obvious every time my skirt rode up because there’d be a cheer as my still hard clitty made an appearance!!! The whole club seemed to be watching and men and women were waving their money in the air to book my next dance!! I was horrified, but it was even worse when I saw Mistress leaving the club with her hand on the ass of her latest conquest!!! How would I get home without cab fair????

Some two hours later I was leaving the club with plenty of cash!! I was exhausted from dancing and my dolly was sore in the night air from being hard for almost the entire evening!! The Manageress of the club, a lovely lady named Mistress Sheree, said I’d been such a novelty that I had better come back the same time the next week!!!! Eeeeek!!

 

I finally arrived home in the wee small hours, pantiless as usual, tired and humiliated to find Mistress in bed with the Eurasian girl!! They were both disheveled, their clothes strewn around the room for me to tidy up in the morning, and fast asleep after what I can only imagine was a very intense bout of girlplay!!! Mistress had a big satisfied smile on her face so I knew she’d blown away that blue funk!!!!!!!

Sissy secretary has some fun at the office.x

A new position at work.

 

Here's a little warning for all you grrls out there to be careful what you wish for. My boss is an attractive, and quite tall, woman in her early forties. Recently divorced she decided to have a clear out and arrived at work with some bags of clothes for the charity shops. Unfortunately she couldn't slip out at lunchtime to drop them off so they were still in her office when she went home.

Well............Candi always needs new clothes, isn't that a kind of charity?? I sneaked a peek in the bags and couldn't believe my eyes, Bossy never wore anything this sexy to work and I saw her in a whole new light. After a bit of a rummage I just couldn't resist trying on a pink polkadot dress and some high-ish heels.......it'd look so good when I took it up a foot or so!!

I was just having a bit of a sashay around the office when my Boss strode right in! 'What the fuck are you up to??' I tried to think on my feet and stumbled out some shit about a fancy dress party coming up but she saw straight through it. 'You didn't find those stockings in there, did you you faggot?' I was well and truly caught and then she lifted the hem to reveal the pink teddy Mistress had made me wear under my boy stuff. 

'Explain' she insisted and made me sit beside her on her leather couch. As I told her about my sissification at my Mistress's  hands I could see she was enjoying my squirming. 'There there my dear, your secret's safe with me.........if you're gonna be nice!!' I hadn't noticed that she was stroking my stocking-clad legs and now she was reaching under my hem.

Finding my satin clad little clitty she seemed disappointed that I wasn't rising to the occasion. I had to explain that Mistress had me on a special brew that prevented that happening and she just giggled and said 'Well I'm sure we can find a way!' She leaned on top of me and pushed her tongue hungrily between my lips. After probing my mouth for a while she breathed huskily into my ear that she liked having a girl she could play with for just as long as she liked. 

She guided my hand inside my panties and ordered me to rub my dolly for her. Meanwhile she slipped a hand inside my top and began stroking my nipples, I gasped at the pleasure and she continued blowing in my ear and pressing her thighs against mine and moaning in a most unladylike way.

Just like in the movies Bossy took off her glasses and let her long blonde hair out of it's usual bun, and she was ravishing. She slowly undid her own blouse and bra and stroked her gorgeous breasts right in front of me. There was a thoughtful sparkle in her eyes and she commanded me to lie on my back, head on her lap facing up. As I did she inserted a very large nipple into my mouth and told me to 'Suck on Mommy's tit little girl.' I sucked and slobbered for all I was worth and rolled my tongue around it and flicked it while Mommy reached between my legs to toy with my flaccid little man. 'Oh what a shame Candi, you just don't seem to like this......but I do!!' The weight of her lovely breast was cutting off my air supply and I was struggling for breath when she decided to change position and as one wet nipple was pulled away from my lips another took its place. I didn't need telling what to do and got back to suckling all over again.

'Good girl Candi, with a tongue like yours you don't even need that sissy cock of yours. It's time for my fun now!' Pushing me onto my knees on the floor Mommy laid back and eased her skirt up past her stocking tops. 'Eat me you little sissy dyke, use your tranny tongue on me, you're gonna be my pantywaist bitch from now on!' I eased her navy blue knickers away from her pussy and stuck my tongue straight in. It only took a few thrusts with my hard little Mistress-pleaser and she came against my mouth, bucking and writhing. If she'd have had a cock it woulda been around my tonsils!! Thinking I'd done well I took a moment to reflect that an often asked question had been answered, Mommy is a natural blonde after all!

I was snapped back to the moment by her pulling my head straight back against her sex and her orders to 'Lick it bitch!!' I took a couple of long lingering strokes right up her slit and onto her clit but she pulled me in harder and started grinding her pussy against my face. I don't know how many times she came that way but even my tongue was tired. Mommy threw me over onto my back and sat right down on my mouth......I thought I was gonna get squished into the carpet she rode my face so hard. Finally she rolled off me and lay sprawled on the floor, grinning at me, but there was a terribly naughty look on her face.

'Get me the phone Candi, this is too good an opportunity to miss.' Before I knew what was happening she'd called Mistress and was describing what had just happened. Mommy and Mistress then had a long conversation, comparing notes and laughing about the many uses they could make of a sissy. I don't know quite what Mistress was telling her but she occasionally looked shocked, then she turned that into a thoughtful smile.

'Come on Candi, your Mistress just invited me round for the meal you're gonna cook us. I can't wait to meet her!!'