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The Party Maid
By Nancy Gaymaid
Mistress had led me to a dressing room in the basement,
where I was left alone to dress for my "coming out" party.
In reality, this was a get together for Mistress and some
of her friends, not a party for me. After several months of
intense sissymaid training at the hands of this beautiful
black domina, it was time for me to be put on display, and
into service.
I was terribly nervous and apprehensive about what would
happen to me, but there was never any thought of
disobedience on my part. Mistress is very strict, and
physically punishes me at the slightest sign of
insubordination. She disciplines me with hard spankings
from a paddle regularly. My most serious ass whippings
usually come from a belt or a short multi-strand whip that
Mistress wields. These sessions are terrifying. They always
conclude with me in a delirious state, crying and pleading
for her to stop.
During our very first session together our roles where
permanently defined. She is a strong, wickedly intelligent
dominant black female, with eyes that pierce and
intimidate. I, on the other hand am a hopelessly weak and
sexually inferior sissy male. A submissive sissy who is
addicted to the mix of soft pink lingerie and severe
humiliation. In our initial meeting, Mistress forced me to
confess on my knees, to all my sissy fantasies and
experiences. My real life experiences had been very few up
until then. At forty-three, I was still very much a
closeted virgin sissy.
I shamefully admitted to her that, "I can't cum like a real
man Mistress, I cum like a sissy."
So now here I was, in the basement dressing room, putting
on my favorite cherry red string bikini panties and a
matching padded bra. The shiny Lycra panties fit snugly. My
penis is small, so women's panties always tend to fit me
well. Mistress once told to me "you're so small that you
could pass for a girl in those panties". I was overcome
with embarrassment, but I knew she was right. She sensed
the power of this moment, and has since used the subject of
my small endowment as a weapon, to expose my deepest
feelings of weakness and inferiority. For instance, I am
never allowed to refer to my genitalia as a cock or penis.
Instead I must call it "my rosebud".
My preparation continued as I clipped a pair of sheer nylon
stockings to my fancy lace garter belt. They were of
imported Italian origin, and felt sensational against my
smooth, clean shaven legs. Stepping into my black pumps, I
was now elevated to the next level of intoxicating feminine
pleasure.
High heels automatically induce feelings of both grace and
vulnerability. A true sissy knows he's crossed over into
femme heaven, at this point.
Next came my petticoat. It was white, short and voluminous,
made up of abundant layers of organdy, and trimmed in
pretty lace. After pulling it up around my waist, I
couldn't help parading around in front of the mirror. The
soft, fluffy petticoat surrounded me in a magnificent cloud
of femininity. My expensive black satin maid's dress was
nicely trimmed in white lace, and it fit perfectly. The
satiny dress laid full and proud over my petti.
All these elements had given me a splendid feminine
appearance. I could never really pass as a woman, but that
isn't my intention anyway. My place is that of a sissified,
effeminate male. Submissive, meek and obedient, Sissies don
clothing that is often absurdly feminine. Petticoats,
aprons and lacy sissypanties are things that no modern
woman would ever think of wearing. These are types of
clothing that traditionally were imposed on women by men or
society itself, with the underlying purpose of keeping them
vulnerable and subservient. High heels are another example
of how the wearer's feminine stature is enhanced, but at
the same time their movement is severely limited. The
original concept being that a woman in heels would arouse a
man and then the shoes themselves would restrict her
ability to resist him.
A genuine submissive sissy male thrills in wearing delicate
and femmish lingerie of soft pastel colors. Pink, yellow,
lilac and baby blue are our favorite colors for the bras,
panties and garters that we wear. Whereas most contemporary
women shun this traditional, feminine style of garb, a
sissy wears them as a symbol of his sexual inferiority and
intrinsic weaknesses. Surrendering any pretense of
masculinity once and for all, we don our panties and aprons
to be humiliated and punished. We passively wear the most
extreme of sissy uniforms and offer ourselves as domestic
servants and sissy sex slaves.
I finished my makeup and set in place, my light brown wig.
Just as I was tying up my apron in a nice bow, I heard
Mistress coming down the stairs. As she entered the room, I
stood with my hands folded in front of me and my eyes cast
down.
"Your not here to play dress up Miss Nancypanties. You're
here to do kitchen work and provide a little ass service in
the bedroom. Do you understand me sissyboy?"
"Yes, mistress." I replied meekly. My voice was cracking,
and I was flush with fear.
Mistress was wearing leather pants, with her favorite small
whip hanging from one of the belt loops. If she removes the
whip from her belt, it means that I am going to get a
"serious ass whipping". Once the whip is removed, it must
be used. This is the rule. Needless to say, my attention is
usually riveted to that belt. Praying and hoping that it
remains undisturbed from its moorings.
There is no denying her physical superiority. She had
established that, a long time ago. I have been spanked,
slapped and whipped repeatedly by her. At any given time
she is likely to torment my genitals with her bare hands,
squeezing, pinching and stretching them. All the while
verbally taunting me. My nipples often suffer the same
fate. Strong and athletic, she is a confident powerful
woman who delights in physically abusing and ridiculing
submissive males like myself. Mistress is especially fond
of her harem of "sissy white boys".
"You are going to be confined to the kitchen, where you'll
be tending to the food and drink, as well as scrubbing up
all the mess that is up there. You are not to leave the
kitchen without permission. I don't want you distracting
any of my guests. You are here to work, this is not
playtime!" she declared.
"Yes ma'am." I replied.
With that, I followed her up the stairs to the kitchen.
There I was told of all my duties, from arranging the trays
of prepared food to scrubbing a truckload of pots, pans and
dishes. The floor and stove were an absolute mess. They too
would need my attention.
Mistress left me alone, and I started my cleaning. I have a
natural love of housework. Wearing aprons and performing
domestic duties, at the direction of a dominant female is
like a religious experience for me. After my regular
sessions with Mistress end, I spend another hour or two in
service as her real housemaid. The kitchen and bathroom are
my responsibilities. I thoroughly clean and scrub them
after every visit. Presently, I am in training as her
laundry maid also. This is very tedious and time consuming
work, and the penalties for mistakes are extreme. Her
wardrobe is seriously important to her, and she monitors my
work, with ruthless vigilance. The discipline I receive for
my mistakes is very serious.
The party was actually taking place in the apartment
upstairs. It consisted of about fifteen people. Mistress
frequently held gatherings for her circle of kinky black
friends. Sometimes there would be a submissive white female
in attendance, but the only white males allowed were
sissymaids, of which Mistress owned several.
Several people had passed through the first floor on their
way upstairs, but none had caught sight of me. For this I
was very happy. Only Carmen knew of my presence, laboring
in the kitchen. The two women were close friends, and
Mistress Carmen had been present during several of my
sessions in the past.
Traipsing around the kitchen in my heels, with my dress and
the soft underskirts flowing around me, it was difficult to
concentrate on my work. Sissies don't necessarily need full
erections to experience arousal. Snug fitting satin
panties, always seem to incite a constant and pleasurable
sensation to my own "rosebud". This sort of benign arousal
is one of the joys of being a sissy. We become so in tune
to ourselves, that we feel subtle sensations emanating from
our genitals, even in a flaccid state. The combined effect
of all the delicate femmish clothing will always lead to a
powerful spine tingling orgasm at some later time. Whether
that be hours, days or weeks later, it is always thrilling.
I loosely compare this stage of development for the
submissive sissy male to that of the woman who suddenly
becomes highly orgasmic at a certain point in her life.
But, at the same time a woman's divine sexual and orgasmic
powers should never be even remotely compared to that of a
submissive sissy male. We are hopelessly weak and
inadequate in our sexual abilities.
All the stimulation that evolved from my present femme
state ended abruptly when Mistress re-appeared with a new
assignment for me. Before I even knew what was happening, I
found myself in one of the first floor bedrooms kneeling at
the foot of the bed. She put a pink leather slave collar on
me that was attached to a pink leash. This was to be my
ceremonial sissy collaring. Holding several leather straps
in her hand, she ordered me up onto the bed. When I
hesitated, her reaction was to grab the leash and slap me
across the face several times.
"Sissyboy, you better get up on that bed right now or I'll
turn your ass as red as your panties." she snarled.
I frantically jumped on the bed and assumed my usual
submissive posture. There positioned on all fours at the
edge of the bed, my vulnerable asscheeks were offered for
punishment. I knew what was coming.
This universal position of submission was very familiar to
me. Mistress had extensively dildo trained me in this same
posture. That is, except for a few recent episodes of dildo
discipline, where by putting me in a sling she has fucked
me missionary style. But that's a story for another time.
Dildo training / discipline is her favorite B&D scene, and
she is a true expert at it. Early on, I timidly expressed
my interest in anal penetration. For as long as I can
remember, one of my most powerful fantasies was to be put
in panties and a petticoat and then given a long, hard and
humiliating fucking at the hands of a dominant Black woman.
Anal discipline is the most submissive and masochistic of
all D/S activities in my opinion. It is the ultimate
combination of physical control and extreme humiliation.
For the submissive male sissy, it takes him to the highest
place of emotional and psychological surrender. Being
pantied and penetrated by a woman's rubber cock is a
humiliating indignity that no male can ever recover from.
This symbolic role reversal is sexually traumatic to a
sissy. We feel both terrorized and stimulated. The pain,
the discomfort and the humiliation of it all usually takes
us to a level of newfound submissive effeminacy, from which
there is no return. A sissy will afterward, exhibit more
submissive and feminine mannerisms and characteristics as a
result of his "initiation to womanhood".
Our desire to reach newer heights of "submissive
effeminacy" should not be misconstrued to imply that
femininity itself is somehow a position of subservience or
weakness. Only the most radically submissive of females
would ever assume the kind of interests and pursuits that a
genuine sissy male does. We are but caricatures of
submissive females. Our sissy costumes and effeminate
behavior are the result of our deep-seated sexual
inferiority as males. Only by acting out as sissies can we
find a place where we feel emotionally comfortable.
My ankles were soon bound with leather straps to the sturdy
bedposts. Mistress pulled off my heels and tossed them on
the floor. Next she connected another strap to the pink
collar and leash that I was wearing, then tethered it to
the bed frame at the other end. The result of all this left
me bound on all fours in the "anal submissive" position.
The ankle straps were just loose enough to allow me to move
forward on the bed a few feet. But any forward movement
resulted in my having to spread my legs wider. If I backed
up to the edge of the bed, my ankles would just barely
touch together, however the leash would keep me from
getting off the bed. So there I was, bound from both ends
of the bed, with some limited movement forward and
backward. My hands were free, but I knew better than to try
to untie myself.
"You're gonna service some of my guests tonight
Nancypanties. We're gonna get your lil' ass wet and sloppy
tonight sweetie." she said. "Gonna turn you into a party
queen."
"Yes ma'am." I whimpered in a soft, tearful tone.
Stark fear soon turned to sheer terror as two of her male
friends came into the room. They made small talk with
Mistress, while I knelt motionless on all fours facing the
wall. I felt more like an object than a person. I tried to
calm myself by tuning out their conversation. I instead
concentrated on what I was wearing. The beautiful satin
dress, the fluffy petticoat and my skimpy red panties. I
ran my tongue over my lower lip to get a taste of the rich
flavorful cr?me lipstick that coated it. Oh, how I tried to
dream myself into a different reality. But despite all the
pleasures of feminine splendor that surrounded me, there
was no changing what was about to happen.
Now here I was, a timid, swishy white male wearing a dress
and panties, about to be fucked anally by a dominant Black
man. The total humiliation of this unfolding situation
would stay with me forever.
Mistress left the room, and one of the guys began taking
off his pants. Although I was facing the wall, it didn't
take much effort to turn my head a bit and see what they
were doing. Drinking from plastic cups, they were chatting
it up and laughing hard. Both of them were obviously drunk.
The conversation soon turned to me, and how they were going
to "fuck the sissyboy". I thought of what I must look like
from their view. Here I am, on my knees with my pantied ass
presented to them. I was so glad that I wasn't facing them.
Somehow it gave me a little sense of anonymity.
One of my tormentors now stood next to the bed. He was
naked and in the process of rolling a condom on his huge
brown cock. Moving closer to the bed he brought his swollen
penis to within a few inches of my face.
"Kiss it Nancyboy." He said.
But when I moved my lips towards his cock, he suddenly
pulled it away and laughed. Next thing I knew, he was
behind me tossing my dress and underskirts up over my back
and pulling down my panties. He lowered my silky red
panties just enough to get access to my crack. When he did
this, my own tiny cock also sprang free from the undies. I
loved the feel of his hand as it moved across my ass. He
slid his long magnificent cock between my soft smooth
cheeks and pressed the tip of it against my opening. I felt
like I was in sissy heaven. My timid rosebud was now
swelling as it dangled free between my legs.
When he pushed forward to enter me. The ecstasy turned to
agony. His thick erection stretched me further than any of
the dildos that Mistress had trained me with. I moaned and
squealed as he forced his cock deeper and deeper inside of
me. My vocal reactions were completely involuntary. I was a
prisoner to his powerful steel cock, it controlled every
movement of my body
As he began pumping me, I pushed back to meet his every
thrust and insure his pleasure. The pain was agonizing, but
nothing would prevent me from fulfilling my purpose as a
sissy sex slave. My ass was now to be an instrument by
which he would reach orgasm.
He drilled me relentlessly. My hips undulated in rhythm
with his every thrust. The only way to relieve the pain and
discomfort was to surrender myself to his every movement.
The condom did not provide very much lubrication, so I was
now experiencing some burning sensations as his cock slid
in and out of me. I struggled to stay up on my knees, and
not collapse forward from the impact of his thrusting. My
passage was fully open and accepting of his rock hard cock
now. He began pumping me faster and harder. I was lost
somewhere between pain and pleasure as I watched my
petticoat dance about me in perfect time to his quick,
powerful lunges. Never before had I felt so weak and
helpless as this. The ultimate sissy experience was soon to
be mine. To be penetrated by a man and have him cum deep
inside me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back ever
further on his erect penis. He must have been about six
inches deep into my tunnel by now. My cheeks were fully
spread, he could go no deeper. Suddenly, his motions became
wild and erratic. He pushed me down, off my knees. He was
now lying on top of me. I was moaning and whimpering in a
shrill, effeminate tone. It was pure instinct on my part.
He was fucking me flat on my belly now. His body contorted
wildly and because of our coital state, I was forced to
follow its every direction. My moaning turned to outright
crying and shrieking. He had pushed me forward to the
limits of my ankle straps. My legs were spread wide apart
and my head was up against the wall. I could go no further.
The whole bed was rocking and banging against the wall as
he fucked me wildly. When he finished, I felt his wet, warm
ejaculate as he spilled it inside of me. Apparently the
condom had torn apart during our violent sex act, and this
misfortune had now allowed me to experience some joy from
this surreal sissy experience. To have another man deposit
his creamy syrup deep inside your ass, is the dream of
every submissive sissy. As painful and traumatic as this
ordeal was, I had found deep sexual satisfaction as a
result of it.
He was still rocking me, but the motion was at a gentle
pace. He was winding down now, having spent all his sexual
energy. The torrent of cum which he had filled my rectum
with, was now acting as a super lubricant. It moisturized
and soothed my tender wounded channel. It also caused a
squishy sound effect as his cock sloshed in and out before
he withdrew from me.
As any true "penetration queen" will tell you, entry and
withdrawal are the two most painful moments. And when he
retreated from me, it felt like a sharp jolt of electricity
shot through my bottom side. I lay there silent and
passive, with my face buried in the bedding, while he
gathered his clothes together. Soon he left, and his friend
decided it was now his turn to "do" me.
I swung my body around as best I could, considering the
ankle restraints and my leash. I wanted to face him in
hopes that if he saw in my eyes, the fear and terror that
engulfed me, He might take mercy on me.
"Please don't fuck me sir. Please I can't take another
fucking!" I cried out frantically. "I'll do anything!" I
pleaded. "I'll suck you off, or anything else you want me
to do, but please don't take me again. I'll suck your cock
long and hard, if you want me to!" I pleaded.
My desperate appeals sounded embarrassing and pathetic.
What a gripping scene of ridicule and humiliation this had
become for me, wearing panties, a dress and full makeup,
face to face with a dominant black man as I begged him not
to rape me. As I begged him to let me suck his cock. I
didn't even know how to perform orally on another man. My
only experience was with cocks made of rubber. Sissies
always use their "Dildo pacifiers" for their own pleasure.
They are not necessarily knowledgeable at how to make a
real man cum. Now I might have to use my mouth to satisfy
the owner of a real cock.
Words can't describe the relief that I felt, when he
acquiesced to my pleas and began unstrapping my ankles from
the bedposts. I unclipped the leash connected to my collar
with my own hands. I now sat on the bed unrestrained,
waiting for some instruction as to what next was expected
of me.
He sat down upon a sofa chair at the other end of the room
and motioned me towards him. I promptly bounced off the bed
and stepped over to him. As I moved towards him, the
soreness coming from my backside required me to take short
delicate steps. My full satin dress and underskirts
encircled me again, and now covered my private regions. I
wiggled my panties back up into place as I approached him.
They were damp with perspiration from my earlier ordeal.
He was naked from the waist down, sitting on the edge of
the chair as I floated down to my knees and crawled between
his legs. I may have been a novice at this, but I knew what
was expected of me. I put my face right up to his huge
brown cock and spread my mouth over it. He was thick and
long. My lips were stretching wide, as I swallowed the
first two or three inches of his picture perfect cock. He
was not yet completely erect, so I focused on the very
sensitive top portion of it, to incite him further. I
washed my tongue all over his helmet and sucked on the end
of it in a dramatic, though reverential manner. Up and
down, twisting my head a bit from side to side, his
glorious manhood grew larger in my mouth. My eyes were
open, as I wanted to drink in all the pleasure of this
moment. I wanted to be able to see his beautiful cock as I
devoured it. I wanted to watch it swing and sway, as my
face bobbed over it.
All this was going on against the backdrop of a pretty
maid's dress and my sleek nylon covered knees, which were
all within my range of sight at this moment. The taste of
his fleshy organ mixed with the creamy rich flavor of my
lipstick. I washed it with saliva to provide ample
lubrication. I was deep in sissy splendor and my usually
timid cock was now stiffening in my panties. It strained
and pushed against the soft fabric until it finally poked
out from under the elastic waistband. Even at its fullest,
my sissystick was laughably minuscule in comparison to his
massive erection. This was a real man with a real mans
cock, and the irony of these circumstances didn't escape
me. Here I was, a pantied sissy with a tiny cock, on my
knees sexually servicing a real man in a way that only the
most servile and inferior of males could ever think of.
This was to be my place in the sexual pecking order. A
docile sissy sex slave one minute, and an effeminate sissy
maid the next. Housework and sodomy were the only two
reasons that I existed, Mistress would later tell me.
My concentration had gone astray. I was so engrossed in my
own pleasure that, I forgot that my purpose here on my
knees was to gratify my dominant male captor. He soon let
his displeasure be heard.
"C'mon get it goin' or I'll drag you upstairs and fuck your
sissy ass right in front of everybody. If you think you got
nailed before, wait till you're on the end of my dick. I'll
tear yer panties off and pound yer ass like a jackhammer,
sissyboy."
Terror engulfed me. I re-positioned myself so as to get
more of his cock into my mouth. Straightening up on my
knees allowed me to swallow his erection deeper. I
stretched my lips ever wider, to stuff it in. Always
careful not to let my teeth make contact and spoil the
sensation for him. I was riding his big cock with my face
now. Up and down I bobbed my head, squeezing his penis at
the base with my hand. I was getting dizzy from the frantic
repetitive motion. At the same time I could tell it was
having the desired effect, because his hips started
writhing, and he leaned back in the chair. I was drenching
his enormous cock with my saliva as I used my tongue and
lips to create a powerful suction effect. I sucked it as
hard and as fast as I could, hoping that bringing him to
orgasm would spare me from the horror of another ass-
fucking. After what seemed like an eternity, he still
hadn't come. I was really getting scared now.
A few moments later, he put his hands around my head and
started to pump my face. I was totally helpless as he took
control of the action. With my mouth wrapped around his
throbbing erection he began literally fucking my face. The
combined effect of this and the wet suction lock that I had
on him, brought him to the point of orgasm. Just before
cumming, he released my head and allowed me to take over. I
obliged by sucking even harder and faster than before. The
chair was shifting and bouncing on its legs from our
combined motion. I savored every inch of his warm rigid
cock as I swallowed it deeper with every thrust. His hips
and my mouth were moving in time, to greet each other.
And then it happened. With a powerful lunge forward from
his hips, he exploded in my mouth. His thick, creamy nectar
gushed out of his beautiful brown cock and filled my mouth.
I began to gag, and was forced to back up a little bit to
allow room for more of his sweet serum. I rolled my mouth
around the top of his cock, washing it in the precious
fluid that he had spilled in my mouth. I swallowed a little
bit, then moved my mouth down his shaft, spreading the warm
sticky cum all over his softening penis. Then I carefully
licked my way back to the top where the tight seal that my
lips had held on his cock gave way. Cum dripped from my
mouth and ran down my chin. More cum streamed down the
length of his semi-erect penis and pooled up at its base. I
raced up and down his cock with my mouth trying to recover
all of the creamy reward that I had so clumsily lost. This
time I didn't just collect it in my mouth. I drank every
drop greedily. Making sure that I wouldn't lose it again.
The last few moments of this encounter left me sucking on
his now soft and spongy tool, as if it were a melting
popsicle. I didn't ever want to take my lips off of it. I
was lost in a cum-drenched dreamy state. All good things
come to an end, and he soon pushed me aside and left the
room, without a word.
I sat there on floor for a few minutes with my hand
underneath my dress, pleasuring myself. I played with my
erect "rosebud" for a while, but there was not going to be
any release tonight. Besides, I wasn't allowed to do that
without Mistress's permission.
Ever the priss that I am, my thoughts turned to my
appearance. I put my heels back on and made my way to the
mirror. Getting my dress, apron and petti back in order was
first on the list. Next, I brushed my hair back into place
and used a damp Kleenex to wipe away some of the mascara
that had smeared up a bit around my eyes.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I thought about this
incredible experience. My life was changed forever. I was
now more than just a sissy, I was a gay sissy. Soon after
this, Mistress dubbed me with the name, Nancy Gaymaid. That
would be the humiliating title that all in her circle would
know me by, from this night forward. She had a way with
verbal humiliation. Early in our relationship, she made me
pick my own sissy name. I came up with Nancy. She quickly
twisted this into more descriptive names like, Nancyboy,
Nancypanties, Nancymaid and now Nancy Gaymaid. I owned all
these titles in her presence. Whether she called me
sissyboy, "the strap-on princess" or "the cum queen", I
responded properly and humbly to her every label.
Now she bestowed on me another rank in her stable. I was
the "party maid". That was in addition to being
housekeeper, paying client and sissy sex slave. I was a
helpless prisoner of this wicked and sadistic woman.
Now and forever.
Eisley
- 08.09.2021
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