For a submissive maid like you, one mistress isn’t enough. Fortunately for you a new assignment has just come up with a high powered lesbian couple downtown. They need a sissy maid and you might be the perfect little sissy for the job.
Today’s true story is about a sissy whose wife leaves him for a beautiful woman. The lesbian lovers turn him into their sissy maid. In this scene he has been dressed in a pink stretch satin chemise and is about to have his first taste of a juicy strap-on. He shares his story with us.
I step into the lounge and am ordered by Mistress Elle to give a twirl. Then she tells me to bend over the sofa. The top cushions have been removed and my wife sits on the single chair. I bend over and place my ass in the air.
“Look at that little sissy slut…” says Mistress Elle, “…in satin and fishnet stockings, waiting to be fucked for the first time.”
“From the moment I laid eyes on her,” says Charlotte, “I knew the supposed ‘man of the house’ was a sissy. And I was right, wasn’t I?”
My eyes go from Mistress Charlotte’s stern and beautiful face to the strap-on and then back to her face. All resistance has gone now. “Yes, Mistress.”
“And now what do you want? After all your moaning and disobedience and laziness and all the problems you caused your Mistress, what’d you want now?”
“I want my Mistress to fuck me.”
“Dirty little sissy!”
“You should rail the sissy more. It’s good for him,” says Elle. “I’ll lube up his fuck-hole for you.”
Mistress Elle picks up a bottle of lube from the floor and within ten seconds a long finger is fishing around my anus. It goes deep and I wiggle around on it for extra stimulation. Mistress Elle orders me to stop squirming like a little whore. I keep my eyes fixed on Mistress Charlotte who is stroking the length of her meaty strap on.
“And what was it you called me before? Bitch, I believe.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress…I was…”
“Still pretending you’re a man?”
“But you’re not a man, are you?”
“No Mistress, I’m a sissy.”
“And who do you belong to, sissy?”
“To Mistress Harriet and Mistress Charlotte.”
“That’s right…now open wide because there’s only one bitch here and it’s you.”
Charlotte advances, cock in hand, a canvass of contrasts. Her tanned face, pearl necklace and chiffon blouse all speak of a lady. But down below, there is an enormous veiny strap on. And that is where my observations finish because it is stuffed into my mouth, making me gag immediately.
“Suck on that, bitch!”
In her voice, for the first time that day, comes the sound of enjoyment. “Suck, suck, suck…” she orders, but it is unnecessary as I can’t suck because she is basically fucking my mouth. I make the sound of a seal as she goes in and out. Harriet stands up. “My God, it’s true he…I mean ‘she’ really is a sissy slut. Fuck her sissy mouth harder.”
“Come on Harriet, let’s be reasonable. Let’s ask the sissy shall we?”
“Would you like me to fuck your mouth harder.”
“Yes Mistress,” I say greedily.
She then starts deep-throating me as my wife watches with satisfaction. I receive with satisfaction, though my eyes are watering.