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There are four of us in a row, and I stand nervously at the end,
realising the others are practised and poised for this. I'm hoping Miss
Thorne takes this class, but I'm disappointed when an overweight woman in
a too tight black suit walks in and sneers at us.
"Strip sluts! I want all that office shit off you right now!" she says
slapping a crop into her hand.
There's a click and my ankle locks come off and I hurriedly take my heels
off and my stockings. I try and get undressed as fast as I can, but the
corset restricts me, and I'm last... and even then she walks up and slaps
my face.
"Panties too you dumb slut!" she shouts, "everything but the corset
you're locked into. Your already up for punishment!"
"Yes Miss," I reply readying to lower my panties, but she slaps me again.
"You will not speak until I tell you to speak slut!"
Quivering I nod, she has a strong arm, and lower my panties and stand
before her in just my corset. I flinch as she walks in and takes my limp
cock in her hand, rubbing it with her thumb against her palm.
"Big little creation aren't you?" she says sneering, "Think this is just
a little game to get this all excited?" she laughs as I blush, "Oh it
will get excited which is why we have this."
She dangles a chastity belt in front of me, one designed to be worn like
panties and hide my cock... Oh shit! I flinch I didn't sign up for this!
She laughs out loud at my obvious fear,"Don't worry your dumb slut head
about it, it's not permanent. Every sissy, unless their owner has control
gets to keep the key. It will hang on a collar around you neck, sealed
with wax. If that seal is broken during training or during work, you are
in for a world of pain, slut. But after training you can use it to free
yourself. Mind you, if I had my way you'd all be locked up, all the damn
time bitch!"
I flinch as she shouts this last bit in my face, and she laughs again.
"Oh well done.. such a demure little freak. But I know you like it slut,
I can feel the twitches in your oversized clitty... Now put this on, I'll
get your collar for the evening."
Nervous I put the chastity on, hiding my cock snugly between my legs. It
still gets excited but.. oh I don't like this.. but...
She comes back with a collar and fits it tight around my neck, before
taking a key, demonstrating it will unlock the belt before attaching it
to the collar. "Everyone can see it girl, but no one is allowed to take
it, unless you are serving and it has been permitted."
"Now.. maids dress for me now, then bend over. I want to see four sissy
asses in the air as soon as possible." And she swings the crop into her
hand again.
I reach over to the pile and pull on the shiny white panties, and then
the fishnet stockings, fastening them to my corset. The black dress is
very tight in the top, flaring out and hanging limply at the skirt. There
are, however, layers of petticoats to put under it, which I do, though it
takes time and is a total faff. Finally they are on, and I can't see my
body below the waist! I straighten out the little poofy sleeves and tie
on the white apron. There are also a pair of cuffs that I fasten round my
wrists, stupid lacy things. Next is a black bob wig, which I fit over my
long copper hair as best I can before pinning it in place and putting on
the silly little cap. Finally I step into the black platform strappy
heels, all two inch platform and six inch heels of them, and fasten them,
aware I am by far the last of the group to finish.
I turn like the others, and copying them bend down so my hands are nearly
grasping my ankles, my panties ass exposed by the frilly skirts.
"Far too slow sluts, far too slow, five crops for each of you, and an
extra fifteen for your new sister because she was so tardy and useless.
Unless you want to share it? You may speak?"
"No Mistress Black," they all chime.
"Right then sissies, I want you all to show the new maid what to do, so,
Maid Molly you first."
"Yes Mistress Black," one says, a little nervously, and then I hear the
crack of the crop striking her ass, "One, thank you Mistress Black,
please may I have another?"
Mistress Black laughs and strikes, again and again, with the reply
repeated brightly every time, even though there is a hint of suffering in
the voice.
Then Maid Mindy has a turn, and Maid Mandy.. who finishes with a sniffle,
"Oh.. t.. thank you Mistress Black, may I have another."
And I've got to take more than the three of them put together... "Ready
Maid Missy?"
Maid what? I don't understand?
"You don't think you get to choose your name as a maid did you? You
really are a sissy dumbfuck aren't you?" she strikes the crop against my
ass, making me squeal. "You will count, you will thank me, and you will
say, 'please may sissy dumbfuck have another?' And if you don't from some
stupid illusion of pride in your empty skull, we will keep doing this
until you do Maid Missy. My arm can last longer than your sweet ass I
guarantee it."
I hear the sound of the cane coming down and tense.. wondering if I am
too proud...
I refuse to say the words, too proud for the first three blows, the
fourth.. the fourth is too much, and I squeal "One thank you Mistress
Black, please may sissy dumbfound have another?"
I can feel her sense of satisfaction from that, and grit my teeth for the
next blow, but scream out the line anyway.. after all, I rationalise, I'm
not asking for more, I'm asking for 'sissy dumbfuck' to have some more.
And they're not me! They're not!
Buy the twentieth blow, the twenty third in reality, I'm sobbing, and the
lines are blurred through my tears, and my ass is on fire!
"Hmm.. I suppose that will do. You need to hold your posture better in
future." she says with a sneer. "Upright then girls, and each do the make
up of the girl next to you. Maid Mandy, show our new slut how things are
done here. Because how are things done here?"
"They are done correctly Mistress Black," the girls reply in chorus,
making her laugh
"Good, now get too it girls, we barely have three hours more training
time" she says and leaves us.
I turn to face Maid Mandy and start to speak. She shushes me, "No
speaking when mistress is not here to permit it," and I shut my mouth.
She layers the foundation on me, very thick, hiding my freckles, then
puts on bright blusher, paints my lips bright scarlet and adds blue eye
shadow, then nods in satisfaction as she attaches massive false lashes to
both the top and bottom of my eyes. I do my best to repeat the procedure
on her, not used to overdoing the make-up, or the too intense colours. I
have done, what I feel is an adequate job, when Mistress black walks into
the room.
She sniffs. "Very well then sluts, time to practice you stance. Arms
straight by your sides, then bent out at the elbows, and palms flat to
the ground! Legs tight together, back straight and eyes down!"
The others snap into the pose and I try and copy it. She singles me out
and makes me do it again and again, cropping my throbbing ass every time
I'm not perfect. Finally I've done it well enough for her and she pushes
me back to the line.
"Now sluts, maid curtseys along the line." She points at the first maid
with the crop who drops a curtsy holding out the frill of her skirt, and
following a normal curtsey but exaggerated. The next maid gets it wrong
and is cropped, but the next is perfect. I try and get thwacked a half
dozen times till she is satisfied.
Next we practice standing holding a tray, bending over at the hips,
walking, walking with a tray, again and again. And every time I'm not
good enough I get cropped. After the first hour I can barely control my
sniffles.
"Maid Missy, if you do not stop sobbing I will really give you something
to cry about!" Mistress Black yells at me, making me quiver on the
platform. "Now.. all together, bend over..."
I comply and it gets more humiliating, learning to crawl, learning the
very limited permitted vocabulary of a maid, learning that our role as
maids leaves us open to getting groped, slapped and spanked, and that
we're not allowed to complain about it. Because that's the kind of maid
I've signed up to become...
Finally after an age she dismisses the others, who turn and I can hear
them start to strip behind me. She beckons me towards her with a crooked
gloved finger and I mince up to her, as trained, on my aching feet and
curtsy, again as trained. Rising on my abused feet I stand to attention
facing her, head lowered.
"Hmm... passable. Now Maid Missy, I'm guessing right now you think I'm a
terrible person, and that I'm just doing this to torture you, hmm?" she
purrs, and I decide for once that agreeing is not the best option... and
I'm forbidden as a maid from saying no. She laughs, "Oh no... this is the
best way for you to learn and learn quickly, I need another trained maid
for a do we are having next week for all the senior staff, and their
'sissy' pets if they decide to bring them. You my darling Maid Missy will
be there to serve them."
She leans in and unclips the key from the collar. "And remember doing
maid duties is a paid role so you get extra pennies rolling in from it."
she unfastens the belt and it drops to my ankles.
"And there are other 'perks'", she slips her hand into my panties and
caresses my long restrained cock. As she starts to stroke it, she leans
in an whispers, "See I know why you are here, some manager, or maybe a
supervisor has caught your eye, and you hope that their eye's will alight
on you serving at the party and the rest will be pure Cinderella?"
She's really pumping my cock now, and it's getting fully hard, I stifle a
little whimper and hope she lets me go soon. I so don't want her to make
me cum, not right now.. please...
"Or maybe you are hoping one of our high powered guests will do the same?
Some rich powerful man to sweep you off your feet and out of here?" she
smiles expertly manipulating my cock. "Not going to happen sweetie,
they've all seen it all before. And none of you are that cute... "
"But you're my sissy now girl, every time you report for maid duty,
and... serve me well and...." she chuckles, "I'll make sure you feel the
benefits of being a maid..."
I'm groaning now almost ready to cum, and she takes her hand away... for
a second I miss it, I want it back! But then sense returns.
"Hurry up Maid Missy, you need to get changed and back to your room
before curfew!"
I bob in a curtsy my erection bouncing as I do so, and mince back to my
office clothes. It takes a while to get out of the maids dress, and swap
stockings and heels. In fact that's all I've done, when the 10 minute
warning sounds, and I hurry, flustered pulling up my skirt squealing as
it goes over my sore bottom, and doing a few buttons up on my blouse. I
pull off the maids wig and cap, and place them beside the dress, before
scurrying out as quickly as I can. My hair must be a sight and I know
that ridiculous make up and lashes is still on my face. But what can I
do?
There are guards pointing at me as I hurry, and the 5 minute warning
sounds whilst I'm still short of my room. I make it inside to the
laughter of a guard and almost sprint to the bathroom to clean my face
from the gunk on it. I hear the door click then, and realise I only have
a few minutes before it goes dark. I go to get the heels unlocked then
pull off my skirt, whimpering again as it goes over my battered behind.
Stockings off next, followed by the blouse and bra, and finally, still
trapped in the corset I collapse on the bed, not even bothering with the
night gown.
At least the satin sheets are smooth on my arse, and it doesn't hurt too
much as I try and settle... but every time I move my ass hurts.
Suspecting it will wake me I make another fateful decision and bind
myself face down on the bed again, legs and arms spread eagled. It may
not be dignified, but this way I won't wake myself up in the middle of
the night with my ass rubbing on something... and I'm so tired I drift
off quickly, knowing this time I won't be lying in a pool of my own drool
at least...
I'm woken with my room still dark, then start, jerking on the cuffs as I
realise what has woken me...
Something, someone is stroking my ass!
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