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I wake up screaming, my nipples in agony, aware that my blindfold has
been removed, though not the gag. Mistress Thorne is looking at me
smiling a clamp in each hand. "Yes.. I thought that would wake you up."
I whimper as she steps away, tears running from my eyes, trying to focus
on her. She's naked again, apart from high heeled calf boots.
"Aww.. did that hurt bitch?" she says and I groan a response. "Hmm I
guess not... some fucking use you are as a maid, there's still washing up
left over from last night! And have I been given my coffee in bed? No!
Unacceptable... time for some punishment I think?"
I groan again, mouth full of the gag, unable to move my head as she
saunters up to me, then squats down before me. She leans in to press her
lips over one of my abused nipples, kissing it, soothing it... teasing
it.
"Time to get maid off her stool I think," she says, pulling away and
moving behind me. It's such a relief as she frees my limbs, and I get the
chance to try and work the stiffness out...
I'm almost ready to rise when Mistress Thorne presses her body close to
my back, her lips nibbling and kissing my neck, one hand slowly, and very
gently teasing my left nipple, the other sliding down to caress my inner
thigh. I protest into the gag, but she just laughs and licks my neck. "Oh
no.. don't pretend my little slut doesn't like this. You're not
convincing anyone..."
I blush feeling her hand move from my thigh to check my cock.. and yes
it's stiff. Finding that she steps away, and moves to stand in front of
me hand on hip. "Well then maid, get up..."
I.. I try, but the ring around my now engorged cock, prevents me moving
off the stool. It's not.. really tight but.. pulling out of it would be
painful. And with the plug in my arse, there's not much wiggle room. I
look up at Mistress pleadingly...
"Well what is it?" she says, then laughs. "Oh come on you're hands are
free?"
Hands free? What.. oh, she's pointing to her mouth, I blushed and reach
up to unbuckle and slowly ease the cock gag out of my mouth.
"I know dear, it is a bit of a mouthful, but it's only modelled on the
one between your legs so..." she laughs. "Now what did you want to say?"
"P.. Please Mistress.. I can't get off the stool," I whimper, blushing a
little more.
"And why is that my sweet angel?" she asks looking innocently at me.
"I've unlocked all your cuffs. Maybe you just like that stool too much to
leave it?"
"N.. no Mistress, bu.. but my cock is.. trapped."
"Oh that would only be if you're a naughty slutty bitch with a hard on,"
she says giggling, moving her hand between her legs to gently finger her
pussy. "And you're a pure sweet angel aren't you?"
I groan. "Please... Mistress Thorne...."
"If you ask correctly, I will help you," she says with another grin. "Now
what are you?"
"A.. a naughty slutty bitch w.. with a hard on, please Mistress, will you
release me from th.. this stool?"
"Of course.. just one moment." She turns and goes to the sink, and turns
the tap on.. the cold tap.
And I can see where this is going, there's a bucket in the sink and.. oh
my... it takes a while to fill but when she pulls it out, I can see it's
both full and heavy. Then she walks up and grins. "Good job there's a
maid to clean up after all this."
She makes as if to throw the bucket and I hold my hands out to cover my
face and breasts. "P.. please Mistress d.."
I squeal as she does throw the bucket all over me, soaking me through,
and, incidently causing my cock to shrink. It's absolutely freezing, and
I'm drenched.. she's laughing. "Oh angel, you are just too cute when
you're scared. Now hurry up and get out before you stiffen up again."
"Y.. yes Mistress," I say with a little shiver, and now easily pull my
shrivelled cock out of the ring, and push myself of the stool groaning as
the plug comes free with a little pop...
"Well maid?" Mistress Thorne says as I finally stand before her on wobbly
feet, and so... I drop a curtsy. "My my... look at you.. what a state my
prissy little maid is in!"
I look up at her as she achingly slowly takes the two steps to reach me.
"Sopping wet, mascara running tracks down her face, her tits on show, her
dress ruined... my bitch you look gorgeous."
With that she slips her finger through the D-ring at the front of my
posture collar and drags me to her, to her lips and another passionate
kiss. She pulls back, and looks me in the eyes. "Go to the sink and start
washing the dishes... oh and make sure you play with your sissy cock
whilst you do so."
"Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply with another stiff curtsy and then mince,
carefully to the sink, one hand under my dripping, but still very bulky,
skirts. Stepping along I start to masturbate, playing with my cock,
feeling it stiffen as I reach the sink. There's a large window above the
sink, looking over a small garden.. and a path before reaching some empty
fields. A path? What if someone comes past?
All the more reason to get started. I put on the taps to fill the bowl,
and.. masturbate again whilst it's filling. I've just turned them off,
when I squeal.. Mistress has grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my
back. "Bend over slut."
"Yes Mistress!" I reply, lowering myself down, so my breasts are nearly
in the hot, newly run water. I gasp as she kicks my legs to spread them a
little more.
"Ready bitch?" she says and I feel something pressing against my rose
bud, making me gasp. "Oh fuck it.. it's going in ready or not..."
"Yes.. oooh..." I groan as she pushes it into me.. feeling it slide in
all too easily. I groan some more as she really gets into a rhythm,
fucking me with her strap on, occasionally twisting my arm a little.
"I.. am going to fuck you good my little whore," she grunts, thrusting
harder...
I moan twisting my face to one side, then squealing as she grips my hair
to yank it, oh fuck... this is savage but.. oh.. it's working... then
there's a noise.. a ringing noise? A timer? T.. the door?
It keeps going and Mistress swears. Barely breaking rthym I feel her
turning and then. "What the fuck do you want?"
It's the phone, and she's not happy about it. "It's my day off, and I'm
busy." She gives me an extra hard thrust as she finishes her sentence
making me moan like a slut in heat. "No it's none of your dan business
what I'm doing. What, seriously? Damnitt... fine, fine I'll come. Yeah..
I think I can get that. Now fuck off!"
I hear a plop and my face is splashed as the phone lands in the sink.
"Work need me, as soon as possible Angel, I have to go."
I feel her pull out of me and I whimper, I feel so empty, and so..
frustrated. "W.. what is it?"
"One of our biggest 'clients' wants to see a manager, more to the point
she want's to see me, now," Mistress is unbuckling the strap on, and
easing it out from her pussy. "So I need to get to the office, find some
sissy to serve as my maid, like you did the other day, and I need to do
it now..."
"W.. why don't you want me to be your maid?" I ask nervously.
"What? Because it's not fair on you! This is your day off.. shit I've
already made half of yesterday and both nights a kink fest for you. I was
planning to do some vanilla shit with you today but.. no deal I'm
afraid."
I follow her as she walks to the bedroom and shower. "It'll be quicker if
you take a maid with you."
Half in the bedroom she turns to look at me. "Seriously? You'll forfeit
your Sunday to help me out?"
"Well yes, of course Mistress..." I reply.
"Damitt sissy, I like you," she says turning and grabbing me again,
kissing me again. "I.. I really like you, and I will make it up to you my
dear angelic bitch... now hurry up and take shower. I'll need to get you
ready, properly this time."
"Y.. yes Mistress," I say, hurrying through to strip the remainder of the
maid outfit.. and the posture collar off me. I'm sort of smiling the
whole time... she admitted she 'liked me' and I'm pretty certain that's
hard for her to admit.
As I'm in the shower I hear her talking on the phone again, and as I step
out drying myself she walks into the room, smiling. "Yes.. well I thought
since I have to be in anyway, we could arrange that little appointment
you wanted, oh and I want the spa booked for me personally.. oh and yes,
those clothing design's sent through.. yes of course I want the outfit
ready for tonight," she looks me up and down and grins. "Damn right I'm
certain about the measurements. Yeah, I'll be there in about an hour, and
if you need to, stall, I can't make it any sooner."
With that she hangs up, and looks knowingly at me. "Seems like I might be
able to arrange a little treat for you anyway, now put this cap over your
hair, and lock this chastity on. This is for work so we're doing this by
the book Maid Missy."
"Yes Mistress," I reply, picking up the 'maids' chastity belt and
fastening it around my crotch and waist, and clicking it shut. As I fit
the cap for the wig over my hair, I see her pick up a spray can and a
face mask. "Mistress?"
"Back in the shower Missy, we're doing everything by the book, and that
means hiding your individuality again." She puts the mask over her mouth
and ready the can. "So come on get in, and don't worry I know what I'm
doing. This used to be my job... before I swapped with Miss Black."
"Swapped?" I ask, stepping into the shower and closing my eyes, feeling
the mist of the spray on my skin.
"Well sort of, she was.. not performing the managers job as well as she
should have, and I was the obvious replacement. I got the promotion and
she got.. the downgrade... Now start to turn."
I turn, slowly, letting her spray my skin.. at least that of my face and
torso, with the pale cosmetic, then when instructed open my eyes,
stepping out and looking in the mirrror. Shit I look almost like a bald
plastic doll...
"Right.. corset time Maid Missy, I take it you can do the rest of the
dressing yourself?"
"Yes Mistress," I reply, letting her fit the corset around me and gasping
as she tightens it.
"Breath out maid," Mistress Thorne says, her voice straining a little.
"We need this nice and tight..."
I do my best, feeling my ribs being squeezed by the corset, breathing out
until I feel faint, and until Mistress Thorne is finally satisfied.
"Right Maid, dress yourself whilst I get ready."
"Yes Mistress," I say scampering over to where an opened box lies, with a
full company sissy maid uniform nestling within it. Fishnet stockings on,
seams checked, shiny white frilly panties pulled up tight over the
chastity belt. Then the classic dress, so tight on the top, so loose at
the bottom, ready to be fluffed up with layer after layer of petticoats.
Once that is sorted, the black patent platform heels, and unattached
cuffs complete the clothes. Of course that still leaves the black bobbed
wig with the straight bangs, and the little lacey cap, and the ever so,
ever so slutty makeup with the heavy lashes and the scarlet cock-sucker
lips.
I'm just applying a second coat of lipgloss when she walks in, wearing a
different seat of leathers, these are very smooth, pure black with a
broad collar. "Right Angel, you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply, tingling with nerves and anticipation.
"Then tell me why?" she says putting the work choker on me, and placing
the chastity belt key within it. "And be honest now.."
"I.. want to be your submissive, I.. want to impress you," I reply
blushing.
She nods, I guess it's no surprise to either of us, but it's... good? To
have it out in the open.
"Very well, final touch. Eye's wide," I let her put in the familiar brown
contact lenses, expecting my vision to go blurred, but it doesn't, she
grins and lightly slaps my cheek. "The day I need to half blind a sissy
like you to control them, is the day I'm no longer fit to be a
dominatrix... now come on maid Missy, time to ride pillion."
"O.. on your bike?" I gasp. "D.. dressed like this?"
"Don't be stupid maid, it'd take you far too long to walk, now put this
on and saddle up."
She hands me a white crash helmet, fully face covering thank god, and
puts on her own black one, and leads me out. The bike, a big Japanese ne,
looks like it's designed for racing rather than commuting, but she
straddles it easily and looks back at me, her helmet in hand.
"Well come on then," she says raising her eyebrow. "Get your leg over..."
"Yes Mistress," I reply and lift up my frilly skirt and put my leg over
the bike behind her. "I.. I've never ridden a bike before."
"It's easy slut, just don't fall off," she grins and starts the engine.
I glance down to the floor, seeing my thigh and the top of my fishnet's
exposed... I think my panties may even be on show as well.. the bike
starts to move and I wrap my arms around her leather clad body and hang
on, my helmeted head turned to the side... and she accelerates..
I.. I don't know much about motorbikes but she goes awfully fast... too
fast. The bike leans over in the corners and my bare knee nearly scrapes
the tarmac. After the first few bends I close my eyes, only hearing the
sound of the wind and the engine, and the cold air brushing against my
exposed legs.. and through the thin material of my uniform. It's over
half and hour's drive to work from the sea front but I'm sure it's been
nothing like that when she starts to slow down.
Not even Mistress Thorne is crazy enough to go full tilt through the
city, and I slacken my hold a little and open my eyes.. and quickly shut
the again. People are staring at us.. at me... oh gods. I wish I could
tug my skirt down a little but I dare not let go of Mistress. I bet she's
enjoying imagining my discomfort. Finally we properly slow down and I
feel the bike pull into the kerb.
"Well then maid?" Mistress Thorne says. "There's no point waiting for an
invitation.."
"No.. no Mistress," I reply slowly releasing her, and finding there is no
way to demurely get of a motorbike in this maid's dress. So I get off,
flashing my panties for every passer-by, and take off the helmet, to
stand beside the bike in proper maid fashion, hands by my side, gaze
lowered.
Mistress takes off her helm and shakes out her hair, before easily
sliding her leg off the bike, so much easier in leathers. She hands me
the other helmet. "Come on maid, there is no time for your dawdling."
"Yes Mistress," I reply curtsying, helmet in each hand, then hurry to
follow her up the main steps in to the company building. Not the
secretary's entrance round the side, but the big imposing entrance on the
maid street.
Of course she can stride, almost run, and still look good, in control,
unrushed... I have to mince almost tripping up at every strep, trying to
keep up with her, skirt bobbing, exposing my panties as I hurry up the
stairs. I keep my eyes forwards, fixed on the stairs.. I must not trip! I
must not trip.. and I don't want to see the reaction my pantied maid arse
is getting...
Mistress is in and through the door before I reach the top of the stairs.
Of course she doesn't hold the door open for me, forcing me to turn to
push it open with my ass... also letting me see the passers by, at least
a dozen watching my antics. I'm blushing, though you won't be able to see
it through the heavy make up as I finally step up to the reception desk,
where Mistress Thorne is getting angry.
"I am here for an important appointment, I am the manager of the entire
weekday pm shifts!"
"Like Miss, I'm sorry but, there's no miss Thorne on the listy thing they
gave me," The bottle blonde bimbo looks at her with a vacant blue eyed
stare. "There's like a Miss.. ter.. ess Th.. Throne.. but like that's not
you, and so like you'll have to go..."
And she looks away and starts filing her nails, as if expecting Mistress
Thorne to leave, and in fact when Mistress's gloved hand reaches over to
grasp her phone, she looks bemused. "I.. I like told you to go! So like
go.. or.. or..."
Mistress Thorne punches some numbers into the phone. "You'll call your
manager? Or security?"
"Urr.. Yes! That's it! I'll like call security and have you thrown out of
the building!" she says with a vacant smile.
"Too late I've already called them," Mistress Thorne says, and slaps away
the bimbo's hand as she reaches for the phone. "Hello? Yes.. security,
send a couple of men down to reception, I'd suggest they hurry. Who am I?
Mistress Thorne.. yes, good."
Mistress presses the phone then punches in another set of numbers, whilst
the receptionist looks on with her mouth wide open. I'm sure drool is
starting to escape from it, but the penny finally seems to be dropping.
"Kasporwitz? And no you are not 'Miss Kasporwitz' to me, or indeed anyone
anymore. Ah yes.. you do know who I am, excellent. It's a real shame your
dimwit of a receptionist didn't. My office tomorrow, two o'clock for
debriefing. Don't bother to dress... and yes genetic girls can get moved
into the pool. They just get two plugs instread of one."
Mistress Thorne places the phone back on the hook and glances at the
receptionist.
"Oh look I made a mistake.. you.. you can go through!" she says with a
nervous, but still bright smile.
"Oh no.. I think I'll wait now. Maid, put down those helmet's you look
like a damned hatstand."
"Yes Mistress Thorne," I say with a curtsy, putting the helmets down, and
trying not to flinch as the internal door slams open and too burly
security guards stand there.
"Miss Thorne?" they say nervously, and a little out of breath.
"That was commendably fast boys," Mistress says with a smile. "Please
take this moron to... hmm... oh where ever takes your fancy. I can't be
bothered. Oh and do please ensure Greta Kasporwitz remains within the
building until our appointment tomorrow. I would be most.. distressed for
her to miss it."
"No problem Miss Thorne," the lead guard says, whilst his companion cuffs
the receptionist and drags her away from the desk. "Anything else?"
"Well.. presuming I may now enter the building for my urgent appointment,
I have no other issues."
"Of course Miss," he says. "I... I'll arrange for a replacement
receptionist as well."
"Good boy.. how thoughtful," Mistress Thorne says with a smile. "Maid!
Come on, we're late."
"Yes Mistress, Of course Mistress," I say with some more curtsy and
follow her in, trying not to look at the terrified bimbo in the grip of
security... what will happen to her? And her supervisor? I am so happy
Mistress Thorne likes me... the alternative is just too damn scary.
"Maid, it will take me a few minutes to get changed for my meeting. In
that time you must ensure the meeting room is pristine as is your
appearance. I am sure there is no need to remind you of the consequences
of failure?"
"No Mistress," I reply, meekly struggling to keep up with her, and
maintain the correct sissy maid demeanour.
"Tell me maid Missy, can you lisp?"
"N.. not very well Mistress," I reply meekly. "Not consistently.."
"That is far to long a word for a maid to say. Do not use it in my
presence again," she says. "I had hoped to avoid this, but it appears a
little.. medication is required."
We've reached her office for meetings, and she fishes out a familiar
looking can. "Open wide Missy."
Obediently I respond and feel the spray hitting the back of my throat,
and the slight numbness begin. With a gesture I'm sent to ready the room,
whilst she goes to change her outfit. Luckily the room is nearly
immaculate anyway... I do some light dusting and straighten the documents
on her desk.. and wipe the computer screen, they're always dusty.
Then a quick look in the mirror, the wig has handled the trip in the
helmet well, but I still need to straighten a few hairs, and re-arrange
my petticoats. I purse my lips, and turn each way... yes I look like a
slutty doll.. perfect?
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