Continued from: Rise and Reign
There was much to clean-up, after Summer and I enjoyed a night and then a morning of lust together. My sissy slave, Tiffany, had his first opportunity ever, to see me with another girl. All while his little pennie remained locked in a chastity cage.
Sissy did a good job, holding our toys and lubricant for us. I put a butt plug up Summer's ass and spanked her, while Tiffany watched. He must have been so tormented and desperate for release.
I fully assume that Tiffany sneaks a little sniff, or a quick taste of the gusset of my worn panties. His desperation level is so intense that I actually don't blame him. I fully assume he smells and feels the delicate nylon feet of my stockings. Most male sissies have deep fetishes toward hosiery and high heels, so naturally, I make him hand-wash my delicates and polish my high heels when in slave-maid mode.
This weekend he gets the added bonus of seeing to Summer's delicates and footwear also. I’m quite certain he had a little Flight Attendant fantasy, crush on her. Her whole work universe is hosiery and heels!
All of Andrew's elaborate sissy dresses come from Amazon or Etsy, or a lovely online store called the Sissy Boutique. At the back of the neckline zippers, there are rings to attach a padlock. His waist aprons with bows have a second padlock, and all of his ankle cuffs have a stirrup which runs under the base of his high heels, locking the shoes onto his feet.
I enjoy that he has the autonomy to just mince around the house in his locked heels, seeing to his list of chores. It's just like white noise in the background, watching him work away, cooking and cleaning like a 1950's housewife .
With the lockable clothing in place, I can even leave the house for hours on-end while chores are being completed, content in knowing that he cannot escape the layers upon layers of satin and ruffles.
I suppose if he wanted to escape my facility he could simply walk out the front door, but he'd then have to walk home in his maid dress and heels. Psychological bondage is so lovely!
I do make him go outside, while crossdressed, but he typically does this very quickly out of fear the neighbours might see him.
Out on the back deck there is a little more privacy, but people still have windows. Five or ten minutes serving Summer and I while we sun ourselves, is usually all he can take before he's begging us to punish or beat him, if it means he can scurry back inside to hide from the humiliation.
We sent him back inside to clean and sanitize our sex toys. I love making him handle and clean the realistic dildos and strap on cocks, knowing he's been forced to suck them and having to reflect on the last time I fucked him like a girl.
So there you have it, the life of a BDSM sissy slave. I don't have to cook, I don't clean. My high heels and boots are always polished and sparkling, and my lingerie and hosiery is hand-washed in rose-scented water and hung to dry.
Life is good!
I've been asked by a few people, Summer and Cassandra in particular, how I go about "making a sissy slave".
The answer is simple. The sissy was always there. Like a gifted sculptor, I just chipped away at the rough edges.
I typically would not go and seek-out a sissy slave, they seem to appear naturally, you just need the all the right ingredients. And what are those ingredients you might ask? Take Tiffany for instance, nee: Andrew.
It requires a couple tablespoons of Financial District, corporate douchiness, a pinch of misogynism, and a yellow or red sports car. (a tell-tale sign of a small penis, which in the case of Andrew, I confirmed was accurate). *giggle*
Then go and cheat on your girlfriend with the local office tart.
That is how you go from this:
To this:
2 comments:
Tiffany is now a gorgeous sissy
his training bear fruit even if he does not want to be exposed in public
girlfriend's revenge is very effective
I love the insight and development shown in this one. Gives a better picture of who both Andrew and Tiffany are.
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