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Favourite Shop Part 2
In part 1 I had gone to my favourite lingerie shop to buy some new
knickers. However, the owner discovered I was wearing stockings and
suspenders under my male clothes. She dressed me as a maid and made me
make love to her still in my maids outfit. Once she had finished with me
she made me stand in front of her and confirm that I wanted to be her
maid forever...
I curtseyed again to confirm my submission.
"Oh that's nice, Sarah, a little curtsey and a lot of humility. Good
girl. I'm pleased you want to be my maid because I have a task you will
really look forward to. You're to sort out my new delivery of lingerie.
I think you may also like this task. Here's the box, it's full of fairly
expensive and very sexy panties, bras, bodies and basques. I need you to
sort them into styles and sizes and put them out on the empty racks.
Make sure you take them out of their wrappings and fluff them out to
make them look enticing. I'm sure you'll love fingering all this lovely
lingerie ? there must be dozens of sets. Then once you have sorted this
there is another box in the back room."
This was the perfect task for me. Dressed as a maid, with corset,
stockings and silk knickers on underneath and having to sort through
packs and packs of lovely lingerie. This was a dream. "Yes miss, of
course, I'd love to, I'll do the best job I can."
Gladys smiled, "good, because I'm popping out for a while so I need you
to get this sorted as quickly as possible and be as busy as you can
while I'm away. I need to make arrangements to start your training as a
maid" I must have looked shocked at the idea of being left along. "Don't
worry" Gladys added, "I'll lock the door and no-one will disturb you
until I get back."
With that she turned, grabbed her coat from an armchair and quickly
strode out of the shop, loudly locking it behind her.
And there I was, on my own, all dressed up, in a lingerie shop. Oh my
god. First I spend twenty minutes sorting out the lingerie in front of
me in the delivery box. I got maybe two boxes unpacked and laid out in
piles of different styles and sizes. Then the surroundings and the
constant fingering of the sexy lacy lingerie was just too much of a
distraction. I had to go exploring.
I knew the layout of the store pretty well as I'd been there a few
times. At the front and near the door was all lingerie, beautifully laid
out in shelves and racks. There were rows and rows of lovely lace and
satin bras, knickers, bodies, camisoles, basques, suspenders and baby-
dolls. Today the main colours were purple, pink and cream. There were
lots of styles with layers of frothy white lace and others with lovely
ribbon bows. I could have spent all day there just stroking the lingerie
and trying on the pieces in my size. But today I wanted to explore all
of the shop.
At the back, by the counter, were the shoes. Every single pair was pure
sex. There were none with heels less than 4 inches high. Some were
simple pumps, in black and red, and some were sandals or pumps with
ankle straps and there were half a dozen pairs of boots. I picked up a
particularly ankle boot in black patent leather, with very high, sharp
heels, and lacing from almost the toe to the ankle. I stroked the
leather and kissed the heel with a sigh.
I didn't think I'd time to look at the small display of club wear and
other sexy clothes but I wanted to check out Gladys' display of sex
toys. She had placed these discretely on display right in the back
corner and I'd rarely had the chance to check these out. The display
cabinet was mainly full of vibrators of different sizes, shapes and
colours. But of more interest to me was the three butt plugs at the back
of the display of toys. Two seemed quite small, smaller even than the
one I had at home. But the other one was huge, a big fat plug of flesh
coloured latex. It made me tremble just to pick it up and hold it. It
just looked too big for me, even after my recent stretching with Gladys'
dildo. But it felt very, very tempting for later.
Then I went into the store room at the back where Gladys had sat me down
to make up my face. On the left was the dressing table and chair where
I'd sat and by that the other box of lingerie that Gladys wanted me to
open and sort. I looked around the room. There were a few boxes of
lingerie on some shelves and a door behind a curtain on the back wall. I
tried it but it was locked. This was interesting.
I began hanging up the lingerie I had unpacked. I felt a real feminine
pleasure in kneeling in my maid's outfit, my petticoats spread around my
legs, feeling my heels under my frilly panty bottom. I took perhaps a
dozen sets of lovely white lace and pink satin bras and French knickers
into the shop to the racks Gladys had shown to me. The lingerie sets
were very lacy and sexy ? just the sort of delightful lingerie a young
woman would wear to impress her man. They felt so lovely as I slipped
them from their cellophane packets and placed them on the rails.
I was lost in arranging them in order of size, stroking the soft
material as I did, that I jumped when heard the door being unlocked.
Gladys strode into the shop. "Are you finished? I expect you to have
most of the boxes emptied, Sarah."
Oh no, I'd barely got through the second box I'd picked up. "Em, no,
sorry miss, I've not quite finished, sorry..." I dipped in a small
curtsey, looking at the floor as I heard the door shut behind Gladys. I
glanced up, afraid that she would be angry with me and what a shock I
got. Gladys did look annoyed, but this was not the surprise. It was the
woman stood next to her that shocked me into silence.
"Well, that's not good enough is it? What do you think, Mandy, this
isn't good enough, is it?" Gladys was watching me closely, obviously
enjoying the situation and embarrassment this was causing me. And it
seemed excruciatingly embarrassing to be stood in front of this stranger
in my maids outfit. I was suddenly even more aware of my dress, of my
frilly petticoat, of my high heels, of my bright lipstick and my sexy
wig. Here I was, dressed as a complete slut, obviously a cross-dresser
and a sissy, with knickers still sticky wet with my own cum from Gladys
earlier treatment of me. I stood in humiliation with no idea what to do
with my hands. I wrung my lace gloved fingers together, squirming in
embarrassment, blushing red, and shocked into silence.
Mandy spoke. "Look, the little sissy is shy. She thinks this is
embarrassing. She thinks a stranger seeing her in her slutty clothes is
a problem. The little sissy fool, the problem is that she is a lazy,
slow slut. The problem for her is that she is going to be punished for
not finishing the simple little task that nice mistress Gladys gave her.
The little fool has no idea, does she?"
"I'm sorry miss, I, err, it was more complicated than I thought, I
think..." I mumbled my excuses doing a little curtsey for good measure.
"Oh be quiet you stupid little slut." Mandy was much more direct and
brusque than Gladys. I tried to keep my eyes on the floor in front of me
but could not help glance up at her when she spoke so angrily to me.
"Keep your slut eyes on your shoes girl. Dear me, Gladys, has this
little tart got no training?"
"No dear, she is quite new. That's why I got you round here. She shows
potential but clearly needs some training. Would you be able to fit her
in?" Gladys had strode round behind me and held my shoulders as if
displaying me to her friend.
Mandy came up to me, took my chin in her hand and roughly turned my face
to each side and up. She stared critically at my make up, then spun me
round to assess my outfit and body. "Mmm, she seems reasonably
presentable. That's probably not the problem, I just do not know if she
has the attitude, the right mind set. If that's not in place then
training would be long and hard for both her and me." She lifted my face
to look directly at me. "Are you ready to become a slut sissy maid
girl?"
I stuttered and mumbled nothings. Is this what I wanted? Would I be able
to cope with the training? I almost turned down this offer but the
excitement of the situation was so enticing. My little cock was so hard
again ? unbelievable as Gladys had already made me cum twice today. I
took a hesitant breath and softly whispered "yes please miss".
"Good girl." Mandy turned to Gladys, "have you got the back room ready,
dear?"
"Of course, Mandy, I always try to keep it ready for use. You never know
what little thing might come along." Gladys smiled at me. "Will we take
her into the training room now?"
"Why wait? Follow me Sarah slut." Mandy was obviously very familiar with
this shop and its rooms. In fact she behaved as if she owned the place
and I was beginning to think she might. She certainly seemed to have
influence over Gladys. I began to wonder what I was letting myself in
for, but I'd made my commitment. In any case all I had planned for the
rest of the day was dressing up at home and this must be a chance of a
lifetime. I followed Mandy as she went through to the back and unlocked
the mysterious door behind the curtain.
As she entered the room Mandy flicked on the light switch. It was a
stark strip light that flashed into life, lighting the room in bright
blinks. I gasped as the contents of the room became visible and Mandy
stepped into the room to present it to me. "Do you like our little play
area, Sarah? This is all for you today. All these toys and lovely
furniture are for you. If you play along as you promised then you will
find your view of the world changes. You will become even more of slut,
even more of a submissive sissy and a perfect maid for Gladys and me.
You will come to love this room but today you may find it, shall we say,
daunting. Are you still willing to become our sissy slut maid?"
I almost hesitated. This room was like being shoved into the deep end
before I could swim. I barely took in all the contents but from what I
saw this took my breath away. The room was dominated by a complex bench
on a platform, surrounded by a black steel frame that had many chains
and manacles attached to it. On the walls were racks of whips, manacles,
ropes and a whole shelf of dildos and plugs. There were boxes of masks,
gags and what seemed to be clamps of various sizes. There was a male
manikin wearing a leather vest in the corner with a massive dildo on a
harness round its groin. "Please be gentle" was all I could say.
Mandy laughed at this and grabbed my wrist, dragging me over to the
bench. Without speaking she roughly pushed and pulled me into the
position she wanted. Me lying face down with my knees on pads near the
floor, my arms pulled up forward and manacled at the wrist. A wide
leather strap was pulled over my back at the waist tying me down to the
bench. More manacles were fixed to my ankles tying them to the bottom of
the frame.
I tried to turn round to see what Mandy was doing behind me, "Please
miss, what are you going to do to me?"
"First gag that noisy mouth of yours. You are not permitted to ask
impertinent questions. I do not want to hear a squeak from you until I
ask for it. Or rather until you can't help it." Mandy laughed at this
and it made me shiver. She held a large ball gag in front of my mouth.
"Open up." I obediently opened my mouth and the red ball gag was pushed
in. It was a really large ball that stretched my mouth wide. Mandy
quickly fastened the straps behind my neck and under my chin. "That
should keep you quiet, slut."
I moaned into the gag, already feeling my saliva build up in my mouth as
the gag made swallowing difficult. I then felt Mandy attached chains to
the sides of the gag harness, effectively immobilising my head. This
made me struggle as a feeling of scary exposure and vulnerability took
hold of me. I heard Mandy laugh as I wriggled in my bondage with no
effect. The manacles and the straps held me firmly.
My struggles slowed as I felt her stroke my thighs and pull my
petticoats up over my bottom. She kept stroking my thighs and buttocks.
God, it felt so exciting. I felt her pull my still damp silk panties
down to my knees. "Such nice smooth white bottom cheeks," Mandy mused as
she stroked my exposed flesh. "This must be your first time." I grunted,
thinking of the hard fucking Gladys had given me earlier and expected
Mandy to now follow suit.
She stopped stroking me and I tried to relax my bottom. My cock was hard
again at the expectation of another screwing. I was beginning to become
excited by my position, tied down and at her mercy. This was almost like
a dream of how I would be taken, unable to stop her hard plastic cock as
it penetrated me.
A barely audible swish was all the warning I got before the pain of the
cane stroke exploded across by buttocks. I writhed in surprise and shock
before the pain really hit home. I must have cried out into the gag but
was not really aware of it. All I was aware of was my now burning bottom
cheeks, a sharp line of pain across the lowest part of my buttocks, just
above the thigh.
"Was that not what you expected? Oh dear, that has brought little tears
to your eyes. How sweet!" Mandy's hand again stroked my buttocks,
feeling the welt as it rose up on my skin, irritating the stroke mark.
"Did you think your training was just about us screwing you and giving
you pleasure? You simple little slut, of course not. You are not going
to become a truly sissy, servile maid and slut unless we give you proper
training. And that means teaching you respect and making sure you know
what your position is. And that means punishment!"
With that last sentence Mandy unleashed another hard stroke of the cane.
This one landed slightly higher on my bottom with maybe even more force
and pain. Again I moaned and arched under the pain of the stroke. I'd
never been whipped before. Mandy was right, my skin was totally
unmarked. This was pain like I'd never had. Even if Mandy had told me
she was going to whip me I would not have expected such a hard, brutal,
painful whipping.
Then she gave me another stroke, right between the first two. Another
blinding line of pain across my bottom cheeks made me writhe and moan
more. I heard Mandy laugh as she watched me continue to wriggle in pain
for what felt like minutes after this third stroke.
"Oh dear, you really did not expect anything like this, did you? But
remember, it was you who asked me to train you into a sissy slut maid.
So this is really your own fault. Take your punishment like the sissy
girl you are."
In the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Mandy as she stepped back
to deliver another stroke of the cane. I tensed as I heard the long cane
swish through the air and then nearly screamed into my gag as the pain
bit into my buttocks. And again, another stroke and then another. Three
strokes in rapid succession cutting bright red welts across my white
buttocks. I was now actually crying, tears running down my rouged
cheeks. The pain was so intense it pushed me over the edge into a
bubbling child like state. I wept out loud in long deep sobs, muffled by
the ball gag.
"Good girl, let it all out dear." Mandy's voice was suddenly much softer
and kinder. I felt her rub soft lotion onto my sore bottom, easing the
pain a little. I sobbed deeply and sniffed. My saliva was now dribbling
out of my mouth round the large ball gag. I felt so weak and childlike.
I was aware of Mandy unbuckling from the manacles and the straps. She
pulled me to my feet and held me as I swayed slightly. My sobs ended
slowly as I stood there humiliated and defeated in front of her.
"Now sissy Sarah, you must thank me for that nice little punishment I
gave you. Thank me nicely and mean it girl."
"Please, thank you miss," I sniffed, "thank you for whipping my bottom.
I'm a useless sissy and deserved that punishment. Thanks you for making
my bottom very sore."
I sniffed and rubbed my wrists. I must have really been struggling in
the bondage when Mandy whipped me as my wrists and ankles felt quite
sore.
"That's quite all right. You may now show your thanks to me by kissing
my feet."
I fell to my knees on the floor in front of her, willing to do anything
for her. She was my mistress, she owned me and would punishment if I
disobeyed. I leaned forward and lavished her black high heeled ankle
boots. I had not really been able to study what Mandy was wearing. It
all had happened so quickly, but now I was right up close and could at
least see what she wore on her legs. She wore seamed fishnets and
incredibly sexy little stiletto ankle boots. I licked and kissed all
round her boots.
"Now, Sarah, I want you to kiss your way up my legs as I turn round. You
know what I want next..."
I did not need asking twice. It was no surprise that Mandy, like Gladys,
would want to have me service her arse. I was still shaken and weakened
by my whipping that I never thought to complain. I actually felt more
that I wanted this, this was right. I was a pathetic little sissy and
there to be used by my mistress. Arse licking was exactly what I was
there to do. As Mandy turned away from me I kissed her stocking legs in
a slow spiral. I kissed up over her shins, round her knees and up the
back of her thighs. She bent over raising her skirt as she did. Her pin-
striped tight fitting skirt slipped easily up over bottom due to the
delightful short lacy slip she wore underneath. A beautiful bare bottom
was revealed as she wore no knickers.
As bent further forward and exposed her arse hole to me I learnt into
her buttocks, licking my way between her cheeks. "Yes, Sarah, get your
little tongue right in there. Push that pink sissy tongue into my
bottom." I did just that and was rewarded by deep moans of pleasure from
my mistress. I lapped and propped her lovely rose bud, forcing my tongue
as far as I could get it into her arse. I tongued her arse for minutes
until my tongue was strained and sore from being stretched out so far.
Finally she stood up.
"You are a lovely arse licker, Sarah. Tell me what you are"
"Please miss I am your arse licker. I love having my tongue up your
arse. I'm a useless little sissy slut only good for licking my mistress'
arse". I gushed the confession, believing every word, feeling absolutely
that it was true and knowing I deserved my new lowly status.
"Good girl. Now I do love you dressed as a sissy maid but unfortunately
to finish your introduction training we need to get you changed. You
need to be a sissy little baby girl in a frilly party dress. That sounds
lovely does it?" I nodded, I loved dressing up and this sounded just
right for how I felt at that point.
She stripped my maids outfit off me and told me to take all my underwear
off. Mandy had to help me unlace my corset as it was too tightly laced
for me to undo. Soon I was naked.
She led me back into the room where Gladys had put on my make up. There
Gladys was waiting with an armful of clothes and lingerie. "How is
little sissy Sarah?"
I was about to answer when Mandy spoke, clearly the question was not
directed at me. "She is progressing well. The little slut has a nice red
bottom now, turn round slut," she pulled me round roughly to show my
striped buttocks to Gladys. "And she had a good girly cry. So I think
she is well on the way to being a truly sissy submissive. Just the way
we like them!"
"Good. Well done Mandy. You are so much better at these spankings than I
am. Now little Sarah, are you ready for the next outfit? You will look
simply lovely as a sissy little girl!" Gladys smiled at me.
"Yes please Gladys. I can't wait to put on some lovely new clothes." I
meant it as well; I was getting so excited at the thought of these two
wonderful ladies dressing me.
Gladys and Mandy then dressed me. I did nothing apart from lift one foot
or other, or turn round to help them. First I was laced into a short
white waist nipper. It only covered my waist and was ribbed and
fiendishly stiff. The both took turns in pulling the lacing tight until
I was gasping and actually in a little pain from the waist pinch. But it
really brought my waist size down. Then the pulled white lace stockings
up my legs. They pulled a lacy short suspender belt on and fastened the
stockings. This was very virginal and feminine. I loved the look.
But then they hid most of my new underwear when they gave me long legged
petti-pants. These frilled panties came round down to nearly my knees
and where simply covered in rows and rows of frilly lace. They were
light pink with white lace. I had never seen anything so sissy and girly
let alone wear it. I loved the feel of the frilly lace between my legs
and smoothness of the satin across my sore bottom.
They next pulled a long line bra round my chest and placed the breast
forms into the cups. I was surprised that they gave me such a large bust
but the long line bra was lovely, very 1950's. They put some low heeled
Mary Jane shoes in pink on my feet and admired their work.
Finally they held out the frothy lace girly party dress for me. It was
divine. It was all in light pink satin with layers and layers of white
lace. The puff sleeves only came down to my elbows but the deep lace
edges cascaded across my forearms. The bodice was quite tight and I had
needed the waist nipper to even get into it. The bust was edged with
more lace as was the collar, which was quite high, coming right up to my
neck. The skirt was puffed out by deep net petticoats in white that were
built into the dress. The skirt was edged with even more lace and little
lace bows all round and also had a huge floppy satin bow at the back.
The zip came right up my neck and by a significant 'click' I could tell
that Mandy had locked me into the dress.
Gladys and Mandy finished off smoothing out the dress and making sure it
sat perfectly on me. Then they led me to the mirror and held me in front
of it. I gasped. I really did look like an adult size sissy little girl
in my floaty frilly pink dress. "Oh thank you, thank you," I gushed,
"this is such a lovely outfit."
"Yes it is. It is just the right outfit for a little girl." Mandy smiled
at me. "And it is just right for your next bit of training. You are a
naughty little girl, Sarah. You are a little sissy girl you cannot keep
her hands to herself. Gladys and I have arranged a little test to prove
that you cannot help yourself and misbehave at every opportunity. Stand
here for a second."
With that both Mandy and Gladys stepped out into the training room where
I had just received my caning. Left alone I admired my new dress in the
mirror, swishing the skirt and petticoats back and forth and twirling
round to see myself from all angles. This really was a dream outfit. I
could feel myself adopting the mannerisms and thinking of a sissy girl.
I held my finger to my mouth, I pointed my toes together, I glanced
shyly at my reflection, I giggled in delight.
A cough behind me made me turn. What I saw made me gasp again, this time
in nervousness. Mandy and Gladys had changed. They both wore black
rubber corsets and stockings. Their breasts were pushed high by the
corsets, their nipples just sitting above the bust line, their cleavages
made deep and round by the tight rubber. They wore black high heels
pumps. But most alarmingly they both wore large strap on dildos.
"Do you like what you see sissy Sarah?" Mandy asked.
"Oh yes miss," I breathed, "yes, yes very much. You both look so lovely
and sexy."
"You little slut, of course we look sexy. We know that. The question is
if you like our toys, our little enhancements." Mandy and Gladys held
their latex cocks and pointed them at me.
"Mmmmm, yes, miss, I simply love your cocks," I cried as I fell to me
knees in front of them. With my skirt and petticoats fluffing out around
me I reached forward with both hands and grasped the very realistic
latex cocks and took one in each hand. Mandy and Gladys were stood next
to each other and so I pulled their cocks together so that the heads
met. I then leaned forward and opened my mouth so I could lick and suck
on both cocks together. I heard Mandy laugh as I took each cock in turn
into my eager mouth while I rubbed the other cock against my cheek.
"Look at how the little slut goes for these cocks. She really could not
help herself. You were right, dear, she is a naughty slut who cannot not
keep her hands to herself." Gladys laughed with Mandy. They let me suck
and lick their cocks together for a few minutes. I was working myself
into a frenzy of cock licking, aware that my own little cock was getting
hard again as I did.
Suddenly Mandy pulled away. "That's wet enough. Let's fuck this slut
silly" She strode round behind me, lifted my bottom so I was forced onto
all fours, with Gladys' cock still in my mouth. I felt Mandy lift my
skirt and petticoats and pull down my knickers. Then with no warning or
foreplay she pushed her cock into my bottom. At first it hurt and I
cried out into the cock in my mouth, but then it slid in deep and I was
impaled at both ends.
Mandy began to fuck my arse hard, forcing me to swallow Gladys' cock
deep on each thrust. Mandy grabbed my hips and pushed the cock deeply in
and out of me, swearing and calling me all sorts of rude, abusive names.
I was a slut, a sissy whore, a fucking tramp, a cock-sucking sissy. I
rode her cock and swallowed Gladys' cock in a mist of lust and
depravity. I felt so abused but also such a sissy girl. I thrilled at
the humiliation of loving the abuse. I knew then that I was truly the
sissy slut maid of these two fabulous women. I wept in joy as I came
hard without anyone even touching my little sissy cock.
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