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!