I never considered myself an especially aggressive woman, but in the past fewmonths I've discovered the joys of feminine domination by training my boyfriendto be my own personal maidservant!
Ronnie is the most servile, most submissive maid a girl could want. No order istoo difficult; no whim too small for him to carry out immediately. He hangs onmy every word, eager to obey my every command. He is my utter slave and heloves every second of it!
You see, Ronnie has a serious panty fetish, which I put to good use incontrolling him. His lust for them seems to know no limit.
How desperately he craves perversion with my soiled panties. More thananything else he loves to sniff and lick my secretions out of them. It getshim so excited... you should see it!
Ronnie will endure any humiliation; submit to any degradation as long as he getsto lick my panties at the end of it. I make him earn the privilege dearly,believe me!
Ronnie wants to live with me and be my full-time maid, but I think having himunderfoot all the time would cramp my style. After all, a girl has to havesome privacy! Instead, I have him come in three times a week to clean theapartment and tend to any other chores I might have in mind for him. Weekendsare reserved for entertaining.
On weeknights Ronnie appears at my door at the appointed time like clockwork.Not too early, not too late... right on time. Ronnie knows there are severepunishments for keeping his Mistress waiting or surprising me when he's notexpected! I've only had to correct him once. Believe me, he was never lateagain!
The first thing I have Ronnie do is strip off his work clothes and kneel beforehis Mistress so I can inspect the lingerie he's wearing underneath. Wheneverhe is out of my sight Ronnie has standing orders to wear panties, a garter beltand stockings under his trousers.
I know wearing panties must make it difficult for Ronnie to concentrate on hiswork. He must get very excited as his cock slides back and forth inside hissilky panties, but that's just the way I want it. It keeps his mind on hisMistress when I'm not around to keep an eye on him.
I would make Ronnie wear a TV training bra too, but it be difficult for him todeal normally with his clients with a pair of little titties peeking through hiscustom-tailored shirts. So in the interests of having him make more money tospend on me I have made this small concession.
Having Ronnie wear lingerie under his clothes serves another important function:it keeps him from getting ideas about screwing around with any of the beautifulwomen he works with.
There are many gorgeous young women who would love to attach themselves to asuccessful, rising executive like Ronnie.
Fortunately, I don't think there are many who'd get turned on if they knew thatunderneath that pinstriped Brooks Brothers suit Ronnie was wearing lingerieprettier and more expensive than theirs. Besides, he's so perverted that Idount having "Normal" sex with one of the office girls could satisfy him anymore.
I have threatened to punish Ronnie unmercifully if I ever catch him without hisfrillies on, but I doubt I'll ever have to. For one thing I have long sincethrown out all his male underwear. For another, he truly craves wearing ladies'lingerie!
Once I'm satisfied that his little dainties are in order, I thrust my spikedheel in Ronnie's face and order him to suck on the heel. This lets him knowright away who's in control. He does so eagerly, lovingly moving my heel in andout of his mouth like he's sucking a cock.
Ronnie is so into it that I have him suck the other heel and lick the solesclean while he's at it. Then I have him put a nice high gloss on my patentleather tops with his tongue as he continues to grovel at my feet.
Once my shoes are gleaming I have Ronnie kneel at attention while I look at thebig erection tenting out the front of his panties. I can't believe the littleworm gets so excited just by slurping a little leather.
Now, I raise my skirt and let him gaze longingly at the soft, feminine panties,frilly garter belt and sheer seamed nylons I'm wearing underneath. Staringlongingly at the object of his sick obsessions, I know Ronnie will do anythingto earn the privilege of masturbation with his Mistess' panties.
I command him to gently remove my panties, glowering and scolding him againsttaking too long or fondling them without permission. I know when he gets themdown about my knees he will get his first whiff of my womanhood, and it willexcite him terribly.
Sometimes when I really want to make him crazy I have him remove my panties withhis mouth. So much the better; slaves are more eager to serve when kept in astate of prolonged sexual arousal.
Ronnie gently slides my panties down around my ankles and I step out of them.Then I have him hand them to me and I place them to one side, within Ronnie'sfield of vision to provide incentive for the sniveling slave to please hisMistress.
Then, I snap my fingers and Ronnie has permission to service his Mistress orally.He sucks and laps eagerly at my excited pussy as he slowly brings me to a sexualfrenzy with his loving mouth. It took as lot of training to get Ronnie to learnhow to do it right, but it's worth is as he gives the best head I've ever had.He is the only man I know who really knows how to do it right!
Ronnie is gentle and loving and endlessly attentive, though I would never, evertell him so. It would be bad for discipline to have a slave with a swelled head!As far as he's concerned he's a useless, clumsy little shit who can't doanything right! He has to make me cum to the point where I can hardly standto get credit for a merely "adequate" job.
I continue to straddle Ronnie's face as I use him for a human stool. I roughlygrind my sex into his face and try to smother him with it. It gives himperspective on what it must be like to be a pair of his Mistress' panties he sodesperately craves. Besides, he's supposed to be satisfying his Mistress, notbreathing!
Ronnie wildly sucks and laps at my drooling slit until I'm teetering on the edgeof bliss. He always seems to know instinctively when I'm about to let loose,and he takes his finger, totally saturated with my juices, and slides it sharplyinto my asshole. Then he gently circles the inside of my sphincter and Iexplode in a delicious climax!
My body goes limp with exhaustion from such intense pleasure. After that, Iturn around and command Ronnie to clean my asshole. He eagerly slips his tonguebetween my buttocks and darts it in and out of me. He licks my puckeredasshole until I can hear his tongue squeaking between the perfectly cleanedcheeks.
By the huge hard-on in his panties I can see that Ronnie enjoys attending hisMistress. But no matter how incredibly hot he makes me or how excited he getshe is NEVER, EVER allowed to fuck me. I would never allow him to defile me withthat disgusting organ of his, though I'm sure he dreams about it. Besides, itwouldn't do at all to be screwing the domestic help!
When I really need to be fucked I have Ronnie service me with a nice, big dildo...or I get a real man to do it! I get a macho guy to plow my pussy while I makeRonnie kneel at the foot of the bed and watch while I tell him what a snivelingsissy he is.
Once Ronnie's oral servitude is finished, he once again kneels at my feet,awaiting my orders. I reach over to the table and pick up the panties I'd wornto work today.
I hold them open between my hands and admire the expensive material and thequality construction. I wear only the most expensive premium lingerie. Beinginvolved with a fetishist has really raised my standards. Besides,I make himbuy it for me! My days of wearing $3.98 Rainbow Shop panties are over.
Meanwhile, Ronnie is already practically drooling and throbbing inside his ownpretty panties as I contemplate the ones in my hand. Then, I wickedly danglethem in his face, allowing the faintly damp crotch to drape over his flaringnostrils so he can get a good whiff.
"Does Maid Ronnie want to lick Mistress' panties? Well, do you?"
"Oh yesss Mistressssss," he hisses. "Please Mistress, let me have your prettypanties! Please let me lick them! Please Mistress, I'll do anything! Let melick the precious panties Mistress! Please let me!"
But no matter how much he grovels or begs Ronnie knows full well there will beno panty licking for him unless he obeys my orders to my complete satisfaction!Panty privileges are only granted if and when he performs in the most exemplaryfashion.
Now that he has finished groveling, I clap my hands in dismissal. That meansRonnie will retire to his room and put himself together while I go and slip intosomething more comfortable.
Ronnie's room used to be a separate bedroom in my apartment but he has graduallytaken it over until now it's fully devoted to his female persona.
Ronnie has a closetful of lovely outfits: Maids uniforms, dresses and seperatesas well as an assortment of kinky costumes made of leather, rubber and PVC. Hehas a remarkable collection of erotic footwear surpassed only by my own.
But what's really remarkable is Ronnie's collection of lovely lingerie; awardrobe any two normal women would be proud to own. Ronnie has two dressersfor his lingerie: brassieres, camisoles, tap panties, slips, petticoats, garterbelts. stockings, anklets, and every conceivable item of feminine undergarment.
In addition, he has an expensive collection of foundations: briefers, pantygirdles, waist cinchers, bustiers, corselettes and control panties. Not tomention a very expensive assortment of old-fashioned corsetry for the wasp-waisted look.
Ronnie's foundations have deliberately been bought two sizes too small for himfor maximum effectiveness. After all, his silly male physiology needs all thehelp it can get to achieve a girlish figure! For this reason I buy him thetightest-fitting foundations possible.
These garments won't fit him if he gains even a pound or two. I find it amusingand ironic that Ronnie must keep on a strict diet in order to fit into slimmingundergarments designed for women who can't!
But the crowning glory of Ronnie's little retreat is his exquisite collection ofpretty panties. He owns literally hundreds. So many, in fact, that he has adresser devoted strictly to them. It's a huge chest with a dozen drawers andthere still isn't room for them all!
Ronnie has panties of every description. Briefs, bikinis, hi-cuts, hipsters,light control, and thongs. Each is adorned with expensive, elaborate lace orextensive ruffles. They range in quality from off-the-rack brand names toimported delicacies to custom-made frillies conceived by our own wickedimaginations.
Lace, silk, nylon, spandex, rayon, leather, rubber, latex, PVC; Ronnie's pantiesare made of every material except one: cotton. More than anything Ronnie hatescotton panties, probably because they remind him of those boring BVDs he had towear for so many years.
One drawer is completely devoted to big, frilly sissypants for his maids'outfits. Another for erotic specialty panties like crotchless or dildo pants.I could go on for hours about Ronnie's panty collection. It is trulyremarkable but once again, mine is even better!
Ronnie enters the center of his feminine world and takes off his worn lingerie.He showers and removes all the stubble from his face and body with depilitories.Then he dries off and gets into his lovely lingerie.
Ronnie takes much too long to decide what to wear, so I've adopted the practiceof laying out the outfit I want him to wear on his bed. Besides saving time itcommunicates to my slave what kind of mood his Mistress is in.
He takes the garter belt off the bed and fastens it around his waist. Then heslips gingerly into his seamed black fishnets, being careful not to get a pullin them. He picks up his maid's panties and fondles the deep white ruffles inhis fingers. Then he remembers his Mistress is waiting and slips them on.
Next, Ronnie struggles to get into the stiff corset I've laid out for him. Helooks so awkward and silly contorting himself to get it on. Some days when Ineed a good laugh I'll go in and watch him struggle with it.
The Merry Widow corset I have out for him today has push-up cups to enhance hiscleavage. He slips in his breast prostheses, which are specially matched tohis skin tone. When he gets him in place they are weighted and matched soperfectly it is impossible for the untrained eye to tell they aren't his own.
Next comes the Maid's uniform. He'll wear a black satin uniform that issuitable for everyday use. Naturally, he owns a dozen of them in differentstyles as well as more elaborate white and pink ones for special occasions.
This particualar uniform is elaborately adorned with stiff white ruffles, bigpuffy shoulders and sleeves that flare out into big white ruffles at the cuffs.Ths skirt is very short, only to mid-thigh. It's adorned with three tiers ofbig white ruffles and a frilly white apron.
Under the miniskirt is made full with stiff white crinoline petticoats to holdit out full. The skirt is slit in the back to off the lovely white ruffles ofthe sissypants on his behind. Overall, the effect is that the skirt hidesnothing, as the petticoats hold the skirt out practically vertically.
Ronnie is now ready for his makeup and wig. Though he has longish hair that canbe restyled for a feminine effect, lately I have taken to making Ronnie wearbig, elaborate wigs for a different look.
Ronnie then puts on his makeup. Under my expert tutelege Ronnie has learned toput his face on in a reasonable amount of time. Overall, it takes Ronnie about45 minutes to put himself together properly; better than most women!
Then, the final touch: a pair of towering six-inch black patent heels. Ronnieslips them on and teeters out the door, struggling to get his balance.
Ronnie gives himself one last look in the full-length mirror, clearly delightedwith himself. The macho, hard-driving executive has been transformed into Fifithe French Maid! Painted, perfumed and corseted as he is, he is quiteconvincing as a woman.
Once transformed, Ronnie returns and kneels at my feet, awaiting my furtherorders. As usual, he has a raging erection tenting out the front of his frillypanties.
Now it's time for Ronnie to really get to work. He brings me a nice dry Martini,just the way I like it. Then he vacuums and dusts while I relax and watch thesoap operas he's taped for me on the VCR. Hey, even career women need diversion.Besides, it makes for "female bonding" at work.
I find soaps endlessly amusing because the heroines always seem to be whiningabout problems with their men. If they're not out screwing around they're toobusy working and backstabbing each other. The solution to me is clear. Theyshould do what I did - mold their men into obedient little sissies.
You have to understand the psychology of the situation. You take your man'sdeepest, most secret sexual desire and us it to enslave him. You'd be amazedhow many aggressive, macho guys secretly want to submit themselves to a dominantwoman.
You see, Ronnie is not an unwilling captive by any means. He is a slave to hisfetishes, and I simply exploit these desires to ensure his obedience. DearReader, do you think Ronnie is humiliated by such unrelenting degradation? Heloves every second of it! He lives for it; would be hopelessly miserablewithout it.
How grateful he is to his Mistress for allowing his heretofore secret fantasiesto come alive! How well he loves to be permitted to mince around my apartmentin his high heels and satin lingerie. How he craves punishment and degradationat the hands of his Mistress! How he longs to serve me in his frilly littlemaid's uniform!
I think the world would be a much better place if all men were subjugated towomen. They would be so busy serving their Mistresses and admiring how prettythey are in the mirror that they would lose all interest in things like powerand money and warfare.
These thoughts amuse me as I watch Ronnie bend over to clean the cat litter.His frilly panties are in full view as he shovels out the droppings. I smile tomyself and know I've got it made.
You should see Ronnie at work; he's a completely different person there! Sodemanding... so in charge! His underlings are positively terrified of him! Hebarks orders at them and they fall all over each other scurrying to carry themout.
He's positively unmerciful to his secretary! The poor girl really has mysympathy. He screams at her when things go wrong, even when they're not herfault. I try to be sympathetic, though. Sometimes I want to tell her thesecret to controlling him: put a pair of your worn panties on his desk andhe'll do anything you want, dearie!
I wonder what they would all say if they could see their Boss groveling in hislittle Maid's uniform. What would they think if they saw him whimpering at myfeet as my abject slave?
Sometimes I'm tempted to leave a few of my many revealing Polaroids and videosaround the office. Whenever Ronnie displays any insolence I threaten him witha mailing. Sometimes a Mistress has to get tough to keep her slave in line.
Impulsive girl that I am, I change panties anytime I feel the urge. I simplytake them off and toss them across the room. Without a word Ronnie is off likea shot after them, practically drooling. He retrieves them and goes into myroom to fetch me a fresh pair.
Then, Ronnie will go to the laundry room to deposit my worn panties into thehamper. I admonish the sniveling little worm not to sniff or fondle them, but Iknow he will. The perverted little darling simply can't help himself!
To be truthful, I don't mind because Ronnie's uncontrollable lust for my smellyundies keeps him obedient to me. When he's handling my soiled panties he can'trefrain from playing with himself. He's a compulsive masturbator; a real wanker.Sometimes I peek and watch him bring himself off when he thinks I'm not looking.
Ronnie falls to his knees and holds my worn panties stretched out before hisface. He's practically drooling as he holds the moist crotch to his face andtakes a long, loving sniff of my womanhood.
He has had a huge erection from the moment he picked the panties up, and now heremoves it from his frilly Maid's panties. He looks so adorable kneeling therein his frilly uniform with his big cock hanging out.
Then, Ronnie takes my panties and pulls them over his head, with the crotchdirectly over his flaring nostrils. He puts his hand around his cock and beginsslowly stroking back and forth. He lets out a little moan as he slides his handgently over his cock.
Ronnie gradually begins pulling his prick faster and faster until he's jerkingoff for all he's worth. "Mmmmm, panties..." he'll whimper under his breath,"panties... mmmmm, pannnntieeees...pannnnteeeeeees!" Even the word excites him as he repeats it like a mantra.
Then with a gasp, Ronnie explodes all over his hands, being very careful not toget any telltale spots on his Mistress' expensive panties. I must inspect theworn undies in the hamper constantly and Ronnie will be a very sorry slaveindeed if I find any of his filthy semen on my panties. He has his own frillyundies for that!
I know some Mistresses employ chastity devices to prevent their slaves frommasturbating or even having an erection without permission. I do in fact usethem selectively, but my philosophy is different from theirs.
I prefer to have the slave become so addicted to his lingerie orgasms he cannotlive without them. And he knows full well his Mistress is the only one who willallow him to indulge such disgusting desires!
Ronnie returns with my clean panties, trying not to look as if he's just jerkedoff with my soiled panties. If I'm in a good mood I don't even ask him whattook him so long when he returns.
When Ronnie thinks he's finished cleaning he returns and hands me my whiteglove. I try and catch him by running over surfaces I think I may have missed.He will continue to clean until I am satisfied the apartment is positivelyspotless.
Besides cleaning my apartment and cooking me dinner, Ronnie's duties alsoinclude doing my laundry. Naturally, for a perverted little panty sniffer likehim, it is his favorite chore. But as always he must earn his panty playtime.
I have a huge assortment of hand-washable cotton and silk outfits that I wouldnever own if I had to wash them myself. But they're cool and comfortable duringthe summer, and my slave washes them for me anyway, so why not?
Some of the other women at work have complimented me, saying that I must spendall my free time doing hand washing. I sweetly smile and tell them it's notrouble at all.
Ronnie starts by sorting all the laundry. He does all the machine washablesfirst and gets them out of the way. Then he lovingly hand-washes my dresses andlingerie. My panties are in a seperate pile on the floor to give him extramotavation.
Ronnie lovingly launders my dresses and blouses, jealously holding them to hischest to see how they'd look on him. He does a marvelous job eliminating allthe stains and discolorations. He really is a capable laundress.
Then, he washes my slips, petticoats, camis, teddies and all my unmentionables.He is practically drooling as he fondles each lacy, delicate item with greatdelight. He holds them to his face and smells the perfume of his belovedMistress. He lets out a deep sigh. Ah, such devotion!
Only when all the other laundry is folded and put away may Ronnie petition hisMistress for permission to launder her panties. He kneels before the huge pileof worn panties on the floor. I then cuff his hands behind his back because thelittle shit cannot be trusted not to play with himself.
I pick a pair of my panties off the pile and dangle them in his face. I ask himsneeringly, "Does Maid Ronnie want to wash Mistress' panties?"
"Yes, please Mistress," he whimpers. Faced with the object of his sick desireshis cock throbs in his black frillies. He is panting; totally consumed by hispassion for panties! He's so pathetic looking as he kneels there blubbering inhis little Maid's uniform. I snap a few Polaroids and throw them on the floorin front of him so he can see how silly he looks.
But Ronnie could care less how degraded he is! He needs my panties, and he'll doanything to get them. He kneels, eager to hear my command.
"Please Mistress," he whines. "I've been a devoted little sissy slut Maid foryou. I've cleaned your apartment, done all your laundry, cooked your dinner andserviced your beautiful orifaces. Please Mistress, I beg you! Let me lick yourpanties! Please Mistress! Please..."
The soft-hearted Mistress is not unmoved by the pleas of her groveling slave.But more often than not I deny Ronnie panty privileges. Instead, I send himhome with a bad case of blue balls. This way he can contemplate what he didwrong as he masturbates at home. Though Ronnie has strict orders not to touchhimself without permission, I'm not naive enough to think he doesn't.
I have literally hundreds of panties Ronnie bought me and even though I changethem several times a day it takes a few weeks before I run out completely.Ronnie's anticipation grows as the pile of soiled panties grows higher every day.
Finally, I'm down to my last pair or two and I know it's time for Ronnie to washmy undies. Of course, this means he has to "pre-treat" each and every one withhis tongue.
This time I'm absolutely down to my last pair of panties and I decide to indulgemy little sissy maid. Ronnie's been obedient and has performed somewhatsatifactorily. After all, you cannot motivate a slave by punishment all thetime; you have to reward him occasionally. And this is the greatest rewardRonnie can imagine!
The ritual begins and I have Ronnie kneel at attention. Then I will take pairafter pair of my soiled panties and place them over his face.
Ronnie licks up all my excretions with equal delight. Pussy juices, piss, shitstreaks, even period stains are lovingly lapped up with enthusiasm and delight.The filthier they are the better he likes them!
I can see the outline of his tongue begin lapping the panties just the way I'vetaught him. Ronnie begins licking my panties at the center of the crotch andslowly works his tongue in a circular motion towards the edges. He is soexcited and enthusiastic I sometimes think he'll wear the crotches out of mypanties with his tongue.
After placing two or three dozen of my panties over his face to lick, Ronnie isso excited his body begins to convulse. He trembles and strains at his handcuffsas his poor, tortured member throbs back and forth inside his panties. I know Ihave excited my helpless sissy slave as much as I can.
Sometimes when Ronnie reaches this point he'll go off inside his panties withoutever having touched himself; just from squirming around inside his silkyfrillies and the scent of my filthy worn undies is enough to make him come.
But this time I'm feeling generous and uncuff Ronnie's hands.
"They're all yours, you disgusting little panty sniffer. Go play with the prettypanties if you must, but if you get one drop of your filthy scum on them I swearI'll whip your teeny little peanut dick into chopmeat!"
"Oh, thank you, thank you Mistress," he whimpers as he throws himself bodilyonto the panty pile. I've never seen a man more sexually excited than Ronnie isin the panty pile. He sniffs and fondles and masturbates wildly with my wornunderwear!
He's so hot, totally lost in his sick fetish for my panties. They are thecenter of his sexual universe, along with his demanding Mistress, that is! Ireally ought to videotape him sometime so I can let him see how silly anddisgusting he is. Not that it would ever stop him from wanting my undies!
I smile to myself at my inventiveness. Most women would look at such a pile oftheir worn underwear and see a chore they'd have to perform. Not me. I see thekey to my boyfriend's (if the sniveling sissy can be called that) abjectobedience. This is what he needs; this is what he endures all the humiliationand drudgery for - these infrequent, intimate moments with my worn underwear!
He humps and grinds and wanks and yanks until he is at the brink of orgasm.Once again I hear the familiar whimpering.
"Pantieeessss... Pantieeeees... Oooooh MISTRESSSSSS YESSSSSS! Mmmmmm...Ohhh Mistresssss! Pantieeeees... Pannnnntiieeees! OH! PANNNNNNNNNTEEEEEEES!!!"
Knowing he is about to come, Ronnie tosses my panties to one side and blasts hissemen all over his own ruffled Maid's panties. The white come contrasts againstthe black material of his panties, and drips between the ruffles.
When he is finished coming I reassert myself. I have him remove my shoe andthank his Mistress for granting him panty privileges. The next thing Ronnie mustdo is take off his expensive Maid's panties and remove every last trace of hisfilthy male juices from them with his tongue. I make him lick up his own comeafter every orgasm. It gives the little darling an opportunity to develop ataste for sperm.
He may now suck on my toes for a while and thank me for letting him have hisdisgusting way with my lingerie. He does so with the greatest relish. If I needa pedicure and my toenails painted he does that too. He has gotten quitecompetent from all the practice he's given.
Some of my favorite activities with Ronnie involve our occasional shoppingsprees. Every so often I become bored with my wardrobe and decide it's time tobuy some new clothes.
I have Ronnie fetch the car and meet me out in front of the building. Inaddition to being my maid and domestic slave, Ronnie is also my chauffeur.
We usually drive to Garden City or Saddle River where the luxury shopping is.Fifth Avenue has so much traffic we rarely shop there. We go to all the chic,expensive stores. Ronnie will always walk five paces in back of his Mistresslike a good servant should.
Many times we'll go on a lingerie hunt. I'll enter the many lingerie stores Ifrequent and always get a big hello from the salesgirls. They know I'll alwaysmake a nice purchase; I invariably walk out with a few hundred dollars'worth ofunderwear.
I walk through the racks and pick any item that may suit my fancy, handing themto Ronnie as he follows me around. He then dutifully brings them to thecashier's counter for me. I never have to carry anything.
I grab anything I like - after all, HE'S paying for it! And what a lucky sissyhe is to be allowed the privilege of purchasing his Mistress' intimate apparelfor her. I grab bras, bustiers, teddies, camisoles, slips and of course lotsand lots of panties.
Many times the propriatress will put aside specialty items they think I'll like.As the "straight" world catches up with the fetish underground more PVC, leatherand rubber items are appearing on the mainstream lingerie market.
If we're buying lingerie for Ronnie I tell the saleladies in no uncertain termsthey are for him. Ronnie blushes and they cheerfully show him all the lateststyles in the larger sizes. "Oh, these will look LOVELY on you dear," they'llcoo as they hold a new teddy or custom corset up to Ronnie's chest to see howthey'll look.
When we are through shopping the salesgirls will ring up the total, and I alwaysam a little surprised at how much I spend on lingerie. But Ronnie willdutifully produce his Gold charge cards with nary a peep. Truth is, he can wellafford it with the money he has!
One thing that used to annoy me immensely was how Ronnie would behave himselfwhen we went lingerie shopping. He would always get a big rod in his pants fromfondling all the lacy undies.
It made me furious! I did not want these women to see that my slave's genitalswere not under my control at all times! After all, I am a Mistress; a rolemodel for other women. I have to set an example when it comes to handling men.
Eventually I solved the problem by designing a special chastity device for myslave. It is a modified pair of latex dildo pants with a hole and sheath in thefront. I had the stock dildo removed and a larger one put in; about the size ofa real cock. As his asshole stretches I can have larger ones installed.
The front of the latex panties has a tiny hole three-quarters of an inch indiameter to put his cock through. Ronnie has to take a cold bath to make hispecker small enough to fit through it. The hole leads his penis into a latexsheath just big enough to fit his cock when it's that small.
When Ronnie gets excited while wearing the chastity panties his cock isstrangled at the base by the small hole, and contained by the latex sheath. Itis very painful for him as the blood gorges his penis but has no room toexpand his tortured appendage.
Now when we go lingerie shopping I can watch Ronnie as he fondles the new undiesI'm buying with great delight. Suddenly he will grimace in pain, and I willsmile to myself in the knowledge that my slave's genitals are under control.They are the property of his Mistress and he will do with them as he is told!
I used to allow Ronnie to accompany me on my shopping sprees in his male attire,but under my stern tutelege he has become much more feminine and passable.Recently I decided I would command Ronnie to shop with his Mistress in drag fromnow on.
At first the little slut actually refused to go! I had to beat him unmercifullywith the bamboo cane to convince him going to the mall and possibly being "read"was the least of the many unpleasant things that could happen to him if hepersisted in his blatant disobedience!
Having already prepared for Ronnie's first sojourn out of the closet, he wentinto his room and found a red minidress, black fishnets and a towering pair ofsix-inch red patent heels. To make the dressing more pleasant, I also laid outa pair of deliciously sheer red lace panties, a red gaff, and a strapless redlace bra complete with a new pair of breast forms.
Once Ronnie donned the garments I ordered him to my vanity table and personallygroomed his wig and did his makeup. I then allowed him to look in the mirror.There before Ronnie in the mirror was a creature far more feminine and passablethan he'd ever have dreamed possible!
Truly, here was the woman who lived inside Ronnie; a painted slut in a redminidress that barely covered his pantied ass. He puckered his red lips and dida slow, seductive turn for himself. I could see he was really taken with himself,getting psyched up to go out as I knew he would!
Finally, I handed Ronnie the car keys and told him to fetch the car from theparking garage. Ronnie sighed deeply and ventured out into the apartment doorinto hallway. As he passed the threshold for the first time I giggled to myselfas I thought, "That's one small step for man; one giant leap for woman."
I took my sweet time getting ready to go out, wanting to make Ronnie sweatdownstairs. When I reached the front door he was giggling with the doorman, whoobviously had no idea the pretty woman flashing her thighs at him was really myboyfriend! Ronnie was eating it up and I had to curtly suggest he pull the carup.
I was going to parade him down Fifth Avenue but I decided to have him drive wayout to Kings Plaza, in Brooklyn way off the beaten path. We'd been on lingerieshopping sprees there before.
Ronnie was fine until we parked the car and got to the Mall entrance. Suddenlyhe broke out into a cold sweat, terrified! He began to panic, blubbering thathe wanted to go home. He begged me to let him get back in the car; whimperedthat he was afraid that someone from work might see him there.
Finally I'd had enough of his sniveling. I slapped him sharply across the face."Slut," I hissed at him through clenched teeth. "If you don't get in there rightnow you can walk home, and you can consider yourself dismissed as my slave. Thatmeans no more maid service, no more lingerie and no more panties, either."
Ronnie looked at me, dumbfounded. He knew what was on the line. He opened thedoor and entered the Mall.
I had Ronnie walk three steps in front of me as I coached him on his walking andhis demeanor. All eyes were upon him as he sashayed on the tettering spike heels,trying vainly to keep his skirt down. He was clearly very uptight.
As luck would have it, no sooner did Ronnie turn the corner than two young girlsof perhaps nineteen or twenty happened by in the opposite direction. Irecognized them as secretaries from his company, and so did Ronnie. Ronnielooked over his shoulder at me and held his breath.
Thw two girls looked Ronnie up and down, then made full eye contact with him.For a moment I was afraid they'd "made" him. Ronnie looked terrified; I thoughthe might lose it and give himself away. Fortunately, he kept his cool.
They walked by without any recogintion as one gum-snapping bimbo said to theother, "dressin' like dat inna Mall. Whatta hoo-ah!" Ronnie smiled, the dangerwas clearly past since these girls knew him pretty well at work.
Having passed that test, Ronnie became much more confident. He sashayed andwiggled his tight little butt for me, and even began enjoying the crude catcallsof the guido boys hanging out at the Orange Julius.
We went into the lingerie shop, where the girls there were totally surprised butdelighted when I told them. They could scarcely believe the girl with me hadbeen the gentleman who'd been with me the last time I was there. Ronnie smiledand even blushed a little as the salesgirls complimented him how pretty andconvincing he was.
As a reward to Ronnie for "breaking the barrier," I picked out lots of lusciousnew lingerie for him! I started fishing bras, panties, camisoles, teddies,slips and garter belts off the racks and handed them to my little sissy.
After ringing up nearly $1000. worth of lacy unmentionables, we were ready toleave. One of the salesgirls approached me and told me she was training herhusband as a TV slave, and could I give her some pointers. I took her numberand told her I'd invite her over to the apartment soon.
Ronnie was delighted with all the attention and compliments he received as Imarched him from store to store, buying him dresses, shoes, makeup and lots ofluscious undies. By the end of the afternoon we could hardly fit all ourpurchases into the car. We'd gone through several thousand dollars, but it waswell worth it. Ronnie now had a wardrobe for his new role as a woman in the"outside world."
Weekends are always hectic around the apartment as I do a lot of entertaining.I invited various friends and selective business associates to come for dinnerand merriment. For most women this would be a bother but it's really very easywhan you have a slave to do all the work! This way I have time to be a gracioushostess. Usually I only invite my women friends to these affairs so we can havefemale bonding and "girl talk."
Most of the times I have either "afternoon teas" with three or four closefriends or larger dinner parties of eight. Naturally, Ronnie is expected tomake my guests feel right at home. He has intsructions that whenever a woman isa guest in the apartment, he is to serve as her slave and obey her as he wouldhis Mistress. That is, of course, unless our orders are conflicting. He is toextend himself completely for the pleasure and amusement of my guests!
I have an afternoon tea and sissy Ronnie greets the ladies at the door dressedin his little black and white Daytime uniform. He greets the ladies with alittle curtsey and takes their coats. Then he will show them inside.
We relax and chat while Ronnie brings us finger sandwiches and tea. It is sopleasant and relaxing sitting around and catching up on the latest gossip whileRonnie waits on us hand and foot. When he is not actually getting things fromthe kitchen Ronnie will kneel in the corner. Usually he doesn't do this verylong as we keep him hopping.
Charlotte, Risa and Kimberly are having tea with me today. Charlotte is aprofessional domintrix who was very helpful to me in training Ronnie. When Ibegan I knew virtually nothing about it, though that seems so unlikely to menow. Kimberly and Risa are clients of mine from work, Risa has visited us manytimes but Kimberly is here for the first time.
Whenever I have new guests I enjoy showing how I have absolute power over myslave. I stand before my guests and Ronnie kneels before me. "Lick my shoesslave," I hiss at him and he eagerly begins lapping at the toe of my blackpatent pumps.
Then when I get bored with that I turn around and order, "now slave, my assneeds licking. Get to work!" Ronnie quickly pulls down my panties. He burieshis face between my buttocks and begins darting his tongue in and out of mylittle pink hole. Kimberly laughs, "So obedient, Nancy. I wish I could controlmy husband like that!"
"Wait," I smile. "You haven't seen anything yet!" Then I dangle a nice damppair of panties in Ronnie's face as he kneels whimpering before me. "Does Ronniewant to lick Mistress' filthy panties. Speak up slut, tell my friends how muchyou want it!"
"Oh yes Mistress," he blubbers. Ronnie knows this is his cue to recite.
"Yes Mistress, I want to lick your panties clean. I want to lap your delicousvaginal secretions and suck your luscious piss out of them. I want to lickevery last bit of your lovely shit streaks and period stains out of themMistress! I know I am just a perverted little sissy maid and completelyunworthy, but I beg Mistress to bestow the sublime privilege of laundering herpanties with my face!"
"Present your bottom for discipline, slut." Ronnie dutifully prostrates himselfand lifts his petticoats, exposing his frilly pantied ass to my guests andmyself. I choose a cane from the rack and begin whacking him across thebuttocks. As the impact of each whack fills the room he replies with "thank youMistress I deserve another." Charlotte and Risa laugh out loud, while Kimberlycan only sit there agape.
Later, Ronnie is kneeling in the corner, holding his skirts up high so we cansee his little ruffled panties. He is being punished for not bringing morebuscuits quickly enough. Charlotte claps her hands and says, "come here,Ronnie."
Ronnie comes before Charlotte and prostrates himself low to the ground. In hisbest high-pitched voice he says, "yes, Mistress Charlotte, how may I serve you?"
"Ronnie, you may attend me now. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes, Mistress Charlotte. It is always enjoyable to serve you any way youlike, Mistress."
"Very well then, you may proceed." Charlotte sits forward and spreads her kneesapart. Then she says to Kimberly and Risa, "watch this."
Ronnie kneels down between Charlotte's knees and reaches up her skirt. Charlottepicks herself up while Ronnie slides her panties off. "Pay attention to me andnot the panties, you slut," she warns. Ronnie slides her panties past her anklesand lovingly places them to one side.
Then without another word Ronnie puts his head under Charlotte's skirt andburies it in her pussy. We can hear the slurping noises of his eager tonguewhile he begins pleasuring her. The other two women look on in shock and Icannot supress a giggle. "See," says Charlotte. "Who needs vibrators when youhave a slave to give you head?"
Kimberly is still a little shocked but Risa lights up at the prospect."Charlotte, will he do anything he's told? Will he lick my ass if I order himto?"
"Honey," quips Charlotte, "he'll lick your ass and eat your shit too if he'sordered to! He has no choice in the matter... he's a slave!"
Charlotte acts very calm and nonchalant as Ronnie continues sucking her pussy. Iknow she's enjoying it, however, because beads of sweat are beginning to appearat her temples. Finally, she begins breathing heavy...
She holds her breath for just a second and then releases herself with a bigheave. "Ahhhhh," she says. "I needed that."
Ronnie fetches a washcloth and cleans Charlotte up a little, then replaces herpanties. Then he kneels before her. "Slave Ronnie hopes Mistress Charlottefound her services satisfactory."
"Yes, merely adequate," she deadpans. Which means he did an excellent job. ButMistress Charlotte knows well that it is never proper to compliment a slave toomuch. It gives them a swelled head.
"Very amusing," says Risa. "Excuse me, I have to pee." Ronnie gets up off hisknees and heads for the bathroom, where he kneels beside the toilet. This is aregular part of Ronnie's duties. Whenever I have company all the toilet paper isput away, as Ronnie her standing orders to attend to them with his tongue.
He kneels between their legs and stares intently as the guest relieves herselfon the bowl. Then, he will lick them between their legs until they're clean.
If a guest so chooses, she may bypass the toilet altogether and use Ronnie toreleive herself. I have several friends who enjoy toilet games, especially whenRonnie is the toilet!
Risa is especially into making Ronnie serve her in this manner. Instead ofsquatting on the toilet, she will straddle Ronnie's face and releieve herselfdirectly into his mouth. Ronnie has to swallow her hot, steaming nectar veryquickly to keep from gagging.
Ronnie knows he will be severely punished if he allows so much as a drop ofRisa's urine to foul my perfctly clean bathroom floor! I make Ronnie get on hisknees and scrub between the tiles with a timy wire brush so all the grout isbrilliant white. He knows better than to allow any piss to stain it!
Risa uses "The Mask," a dastardly device that is locked behind Ronnie's head.It is a wide funnel with a hose that runs into a mouthpiece, a dildo-shapedgag with a hose through it. Risa uses it to ensure that Ronnie takes in everydrop of her hot, steaming piss. Let me tell you about the incident that promptedRisa to devise it:
One night Risa was relieving herself into Ronnie's mouth when Ronnie began togag and coughed her piss all over the floor. It was a disgraceful mess, and Iwas furious! I was so angry I couldn't think of a punishment severe enough forthe incompetent little slut! Fortunately, Risa had a splendidly wicked idea.
Ronnie was ordered to strip off his uniform and lingerie. He was then commandedto don a pair of plain white cotton briefs, which for him is punishment initself. He truly hates cotton panties! Then, his hands were cuffed behind hisback and he was led to the bathtub. Risa commanded him to prostrate himself facedown.
Risa handed me the whip and I raised some pretty welts on his behind as heremained prostrate in the tub. Meanwhile, Risa was filling a huge enema bagwith scalding hot, soapy water. Then, she pulled the crotch of his panties toone side and slid the enema nozzle up his ass.
It took quite some time but eventually Ronnie was able to take the contents ofthe two-quart enema bag inside him. Once he did, Risa shoved a huge butt pluginto him and told him not to move.
Suddenly the plug pops out of Ronnie's ass and he lets loose with a flood ofshit and enema juice, completely soaking his panties. It dribbles down his legsand into the tub, where it runs until it reaches his face, still down againstthe bottom of the tub.
Then, Risa orders Ronnie to remove his fouled panties and hand them to her. Sheholds them right up against his face and mocks, "So, you like to lick pantiesclean, do you? Well, let's see how you enjoy these!"
With that, Risa pulls them over his face and starts whipping Ronnie's cock whilehe sucks his own shit out the filthy panties. I can hear him sobbing from thestench and the humiliation while he slurps on them. I take a few Polaroids forlater use; if he is insubordinate I can threaten him with this punishment again.
At another session I had two Mistresses over with their slaves. Mistress Deniqueand Mistress Kay came over with their two favorite sissy maids and we decided tohave them play together for our amusement. Denique's slave Sally was slenderand petite, while Kay's slave Georgette was tall and statuesque.
Both the sissy slaves were darling in their frilly black French Maid uniforms.They were impeccably made up and coiffed; their nails polished to perfection.Both wore panties that let rows and rows of white ruffles peek out fromunderneath their petticoats.
Ronnie was instructed to wear his pink satin uniform for special occasions. Itwas also elaborately ruffled with a pair of frilly sissypants underneath. Hishands were cuffed behind his backand he knelt before us, flanked on either sideby the other two sissy maids.
I stood up and walked over to Ronnie. "Now Darling, we have been training you intotal femininity, have we not? ...And I daresay we've done quite a good job,too. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh YES Mistress," replied Ronnie enthusiastically. "I do so adore how Mistresshas made me into the sissy slut I am."
"Very good," I said. "Tonight we are going to allow you the total feminineexperience of accomidating some real cock. Sally and Georgette, drop yourpanties and show Ronnie your little secrets."
The two maids stood up and obediently lowered their frilly undies around theirankles, exposing their genitals which were bound with nasty-looking leatherchastity devices. The dastardly retainer was padlocked, and the leather strapsthat secured them dug painfully into the soft white flesh of the hapless sissies.
"As you can see, our two Darlings have been quite well bound indeed. They havenot been allowed so much as an erection in weeks. I do wonder what would happenif we were to free them within such close proximity of a lovely, femininecreature like yourself."
Mistress Kay and Mistress Denique took their keys and unlocked their slaves.With their panties still around their ankles their penises jumped to erection asif they had been inflated with helium! "You may have your way with the littleslut girls, and you had better entertain us or it'll be lashes for all of you!"
The two maids were maddened with lust, and they threw themselves at Ronnie.Georgette began greasing her huge rod with K-Y while Sally forced her gorgedmember down Ronnie's throat.
Ronnie winced as Georgette pentrated her sphincter, but soon began undulating tothe rhythm of her fucking. The many hours of training with dildoes had loosenedher up and prepared her for taking a real cock.
The three maids collapsed to the floor in a heap of pleasure, the two maidsusing Ronnie for their pleasure at either end! Mistress Kay videotaped whileMistress Denique watched intently.
Ronnie was being used and penetrated so brutally, and I was thrilling to everysecond of this, his ultimate humiliation.
Suddenly to my surprise, Ronnie began to speak. "Mmmmm, yess," he whimpered."Please!" he gasped, "fuck me! Fuck my face! Fuck my ass! Use me for yourpleasure. Mmm, I'm your slut! Fuck..."
With that, Sally shoved her cock back into Ronnie's mouth and began fucking itwith remnewed vigor. Georgette rammed her dick in to the hilt, with Ronniegasping in equal parts pleasure and pain. The two maids rammed their dicksinside my slave again and again and again until they collapsed spent, leavingRonnie in a heap on the floor with their semen oozing out his mouth and ass.
Then, I uncuffed Ronnie hands and ordered him to clean my shoes and thank me.He crawled to me on all fours and began licking my shoes. "Thank you Mistress,"he whispered. "I am so happy to be used like the slut I am for yourentertainment. I live to serve you, Mistress."
Mistress Kay and Misress Denique could not help but look on approvingly at suchnaked devotion. At that moment I knew that Ronnie was utterly enslaved; thathis free will no longer existed. At that moment I knew that his body and hismind had been completely, willingly & utterly surrendered to me, his Mistress.
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