The Receptionist

Continued from the storyline of: The Life of a Sissy Slave

Two weeks had passed since Cassandra began working for me, she had settled in nicely and was doing spectacular work, despite the environment being somewhat new to her. Nothing seemed to rattle her though. She watched adult men and women, bawling their eyes out in the waiting room, before their name is even called. She has seen naked genitalia of every shape and size, along with all the chastity devices on the males.  

None of it seemed to bother her, in fact it appeared she was truly enjoying herself in this role. 

She was super organized, polite to all the clients and strict with them when she had to be. I even took her on a shopping spree to mature her wardrobe a bit and get her into more professionally, feminine looks. 

She was stunning for her age, with her toned and curvaceous dancer body. She must drive the boys wild, and some of the girls too. She certainly has my male clients dripping from their chastity cages while they are exposed and on display in the waiting area.

Today was a Monday and I knew I had bookings. Cassandra explained to me that I had three clients who were all looking for a "detention with the Headmistress" type scene. She took it upon herself to book them all on the same day and at the same time. Very strategic on her part and some excellent initiative shown. Being disciplined together and sent to the corner with an audience of strangers will certainly amplify their experience and add to their humiliation. 

She even told me that she laid out an outfit for me, that she thought was suitable for the scene. What a little angel! However, something about her today, seemed off. 

Once I was dressed in my Headmistress attire, I came to reception so Cassandra could brief me on who was here. My regular client Nancy, was currently in the locker room, along with two other, naughty pupils, who felt they needed a "detention" with me. 

Right now they'd be embarrassingly stripping fully naked in front of each other. They've likely never even met before.  

I made myself scarce so Cassandra could prepare the naked trio in the waiting room, but not before asking her if she was ok.

"Something seems to be troubling you Cassie, are you ok?" I took her hands into mine and looked her in the eyes. 

"Yes Ma'am, everything is fine here. Just some stuff going on at home", she unconvincingly spoke. I could see in her eyes that something was up. 

"Do you need me to cancel these appointments Cassie, because I can?" 

"No no Ma'am. Head back to your office and I'll get them prepared for you. I'll text you when we're ready to start", Cassie said confidently. 

A short time later, Cassandra summoned me to the waiting area. I walked slowly from my office and through the kitchen, letting the naughty trio hear each of my heel clicks echo off the marble tiles.

"Todd, Nancy, Nikki, you all know why you're here. You've been sent to me by your teachers for a detention and strict correction". I spoke in a no-nonsense tone. 

Cassandra usually giggles from behind her desk when she hears me scolding grown adults, but nothing from her today.

Nancy was up first. She received the wooden ruler, the strap and a caning.

She was the first to ascend the stairs, up onto the stage and bury her nose in the timeout corner, sobbing all the while. The next two struggled against their binds as their tummy's flooded with butterflies, seeing Nancy's crimson bottom on display.

Cassandra set a timer for 20 minutes. At the ten minute mark, I took Todd into the detention room to administer his punishment. 

The loud smacks and promises to be a good boy could be clearly heard, in the deathly-quiet waiting room. At the 20 minute mark, Cassandra went up to release Nancy from her timeout, and led her back to the locker room. 

Cassandra, as she does with every client after they've been spanked, asked if Nancy was ok. She asked if she was emotionally stable enough to drive home. Usually the 20 minutes in the corner neutralizes all the adrenalin, oxytocin and other BDSM chemicals surging through the body. 

After Todd was paddled and caned, he spent ten minutes on the stage with Nikki and Cassandra as witnesses, before it was her turn to feel what being in detention with me is like. I took her into the punishment room while Todd spent his final ten minutes in timeout with Cassandra monitoring.

Cassie and I had a very smooth system in place, like an assembly line of humiliation, public shame and spanking. It ran like clockwork and she had accepted the fact we were actually helping people, in a tough-love sorta way. My facility and the environment here was strict, but always caring and compassionate to the clients' needs and personal healing. 

Cassandra had spent the past two weeks reading my client's files, as they book appointments with us. She knew some were coming here to alleviate feelings of guilt, some needed motivation in their personal or professional lives, some were even punished as part of a weight-loss program. 

After Nikki's punishment, I had Cassandra time and monitor her 20 minutes in the corner. While this was happening I snuck off to my office to call Bella. 

After greeting each other pleasantly, I very bluntly asked Bella what was up with Cassandra. 

"Something's off about her Bella, I can see it in her eyes", I communicated to her. 

Bella explained that in her first year away at school, Cassie had gone through about four boyfriends, had a pregnancy scare, and was frequently binge drinking and experimenting with drugs.

"She's completely out of control Ma'am! Mortimer and I don't know what to do anymore", Bella pleaded with me in a desperate tone.

Bella went on to explain that they received a letter from her Performing Arts School today, which is why Cassie was acting so emo. The letter indicated that Cassie was in jeopardy of not continuing her dance major in year two, unless she picks up extra credits over the summer. 

I had heard enough, I thanked Bella and hung up. I knew I needed to let Cassandra go. Summer jobs can wait, she needs to focus on her studies. 

When she called me from the reception desk to advise that Nikki was done in the corner, dressed and had left, I told her to come to my office. 

I didn't let on that I knew what was up or that I had spoken to her Mom. I just opened the floor for her to use her own words. 

"Cassie, please, you're not ok. Please let me help". 

Her bottom lip was starting to quiver and her voice trembled. 

"They're gonna kick me out of my dance school Ma'am", Cassie said, on the verge of tears. 

"Huni don't cry. Part-time jobs can wait, until your schooling gets back on track. I'll totally understand if you have to step away and you're always welcome to come back". 

I played ignorantly with her, setting her up to admit to me what she actually needs. Having a part-time job at my facility wasn't the problem and both she and I knew it. 

As I expected, she went on to say, 

"It's not the job Ma'am, it doesn't take up much of my time. I just can't seem to focus on what should be important to me. I was an attention seeking slut all last year, I partied way too much. I was just...like a girl gone wild I guess".

She was bawling now, but coherent enough that I did not miss the huge hint in what she said next. 

"I don't know what's wrong with me Miss Andrea, I'm suppose to be this disciplined and highly trained dancer, I need to just reset and focus somehow".

She's heard me say this to and about clients, countless times over. It was a line I used when I first explained to her why her mother sees me. It's almost the vision statement of my facility. 

"Cassie, people come here for a variety of different reasons, looking to have their reset button pressed". I assume this was what was ringing in her ears, when she just decided to use the term “reset”, from her own mouth.

 

This the line she has heard from me over and over again. Was she dropping a huge hint in my direction? Lets hope so. 

I moved over to her and she stood. I pulled her in for a warm hug.

 "Cassandra huni, I can help you, if you let me". I spoke in the most caring and motherly tone I could muster. 

"I know you can Ma'am". 

She looked up at me with tear-stained cheeks, and shook her heard in a "yes" motion.

I went into strict-mode quickly. I quietly asked that she remove her shoes and skirt, followed by her pantyhose and underwear. 

"Yes Ma'am", she sniffled. 

"Now come over here so I may chat with you", I sternly ordered. 

"Kneel down young lady". She continued to sob. 

"Cassie I'm going to do something that your parents should have been doing with you long ago. This will not be pleasant, but believe me it is for your own good. Now get across my lap!"

She shook her head again and sobbed out a blubbering, "yes Ma'am". 

She could tell by my voice that this was no roleplay scene. This was no sexual fantasy or appointment with a client. This 19-year old, young woman, was actually about to be punished for real. 

And boy did I ever left her have it! 

She received all of the traditional, motherly implements of punishment. My hand of course, a wooden spoon, the sole of a slipper and my ebony hairbrush. I finished her off with a belt strapping while she was bent over my desk. 

The scolding I gave her was probably worse than the spanking. I was using words like bratty teen, out of control, rebellious, disappointed and I even used the term promiscuous. 

When it was all over she just laid her head into my lap and cried onto my skirt.

When Cassandra's crying eventually subsided, I lifted her chin so she could look at me. 

"Thank you Ma'am! Thank YOU!" 

She gasped out, trying to regain her breath. 

I put her timeout for a few minutes and allowed her to rub the sting away. 

After some quiet time of reflection I told her to go clean up in the bathroom, then return to my office. 

She no doubt did a mirror check of her red bottom, which I actually wanted her to do. It can sometimes act as a deterrent to future poor behaviour, having a mental image of your own spanked bum. 

She crept back into my office, looking very sheepish and humiliated. I used this opportunity to hug her and tell her that she is forgiven and remind her its time to focus on her schooling. Turning over a new leaf as the expression goes.

I directed Cassandra to take a seat at the school-style desk. She did her best to gingerly drop her throbbing bare bottom onto the hard wooden seat.

She looked at the paper before her and at the very top of the page was a sentence that read: 

"If I am a naughty, unfocused brat, I'm going to be spanked."

"Cassandra, I would like you to write that line 100 times onto the paper", I strictly commanded her. 

"Yes Ma'am", She replied without hesitation, and began to write her lines. 

I spoke to her as she wrote, 

"Cassie huni, from now on, on Mondays, we won't book any clients, but I'd still like you to attend here as if it were a work day. You're still going to get paid, but you'll be in the office here with me, focused and completing these extra credits which I will help you with. Is that understood young lady?"

"Really Ma'am, you'd do that for me?" Cassie expressed in a hopeful tone, looking up from number 16 of her childish, punishment lines".

"Of course I will little one". I cooed to her.

"Thank you Ma'am, and thank you for pressing my reset button for me! It's exactly what I needed!"

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Cassandra's Summer School

 

The Life of a Sissy Slave

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. 

And what of the huge mess? Well that's where Tiffany comes in.

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:

Andrew's girlfriend is Katrina, quite a pretty and a sexy little thing. Who doesn't like a fiery redhead?  

When she first brought Andrew to me her inner-fire was raging alright. She was out for revenge. It was all about his infidelity and wanting him punished and humiliated et cetera. We did all of that, but it wasn't until I suggested a chastity device that we really started making progress. Orgasm denial does wonders to silly, male pets. 

His process was long and required much commitment on the part of both of them. Shaving became waxing, waxing became electrolysis and with the help of Summer's fitness routine, Andrew began to develop more feminine curves and a rounded butt. He is now completely hair-free from the neck down and smooth like a girl, with more of an hourglass figure. 

Upon my request, Katrina disposed of all his male underwear and replaced them with the most delicate, feminine panties. The keys to his chastity cage are kept with me. Even if she wanted to unlock him to enjoy his tiny cock for an evening, it is literally impossible without my intervention. 

The next time you're surrounded by these presumed, alpha males, in their skinny-legged suits and outrageously colourful dress socks, see if you can pick out the one who is hiding a little secret under their façade. 

Which of them is being forced to wear panties, even stockings and garters under their suit? Which girlfriend, wife or Mistress, has their dicklette locked up in a chastity cage?

So this is how my sissy slave came to be. Monday to Friday, 9-5, he's Andrew, 24/7 kept in panties and a chastity device. 

On weekends he's sentenced to my facility as "Tiffany", where he sleeps in his frilly pink bedroom, nursing a sore bottom and weeping into his princess sheets.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Receptionist

Rise and Reign

Continued from: Horny as Fuck

Summer had just used her highly skilled tongue to bring me two, very powerful orgasms. I was in no way done with her though, as we continued to play out the scene of Viking Goddess and captured, peasant slave.

It was time to give my slave a whipping. I wanted Summer to feel like she is being beaten and forced against her will, into serving me sexually. 

I lashed her between her shoulder blades and snapped the riding crop against her milky, white bum.

"Please Madam, please no more! Use my holes for your pleasure, if it'll stop the beating". 

Summer remained in character, and did her very best to vocalize non consent. 

Summer had a specific safeword we established when we first met. She could end anything about this scene whenever she wanted, but I highly doubt she will.  

After a few dozen lashes of the crop and some lovely red welts across her bare bum, I shackled her up near the roaring fire. 

Mmm. I could taste my own pussy on her lips, which was incredibly fucking hot! 

"You're going to suck my dildo now slave. Get it nice and wet for your pussy!" 

I barked out at her. 

"No please Ma'am, don't fuck me! Don't make me do it!" 

Summer was absolutely loving this consensual, non-consent play. 

Summer gagged and drooled on the dildo, doing her very best to suck the cock without the use of her hands. When she had the cock nice and slick, I un-shackled her and using two fingers, led her over to the bed by her pussy and guided her down. 

"This is mine!" 

I hissed, as I sharply squeezed her cunt lips. 

Once I had her prone on her back, I re-shackled her to my bed and took every one of her holes. Over and over again!

I leaned down to whisper into her ear, legitimately asking if she was ok or if she needed to safeword out or take a break. I think her response was, "hell no Mistress!"

Fair enough...in that case…

I undid her binds, slapped her in the face and told her to roll onto her tummy. It was time for this Shield Maiden to reign!

"Please not my bum Madam! Don't sodomize me!" 

Summer cried out. 

I held her wrists and pinned them back, forcing her face into the pillow, and I fucked her her poor little asshole raw. 

When she was feeling well pillaged and plundered, I gave my strap-on a break and had her lick and tongue-fuck my asshole. I treated myself to several wand-orgasms with her tongue up my butt. 

"That's it my slave girl! I think I'll keep you here with me. You have proven yourself quite useful". 

I continued with the Viking Goddess narrative, while Summer carried on with her tongue. 

We had an incredible session together. Summer was an amazing sex slave! Her roleplay was absolutely on point and it kept us both ridiculously aroused. 

She finished serving me by giving me a nice sponge-down bath, before I removed her collar to officially end the scene. 

Summer spoke softly and intimately to me, during my soak. 

"Mistress I don't think I've ever experienced something so hot and so pleasurable in my entire life! Would you please collar me again sometime, and plunder me as you did tonight?" 

"With pleasure Sweetness! You were amazing!" I cooed back to her. 

The bed and the room looked like a crime scene. Shackles and gags strewn about, pussy stained sheets and high heels flung onto the floor. If only I had a cleaning lady, I thought to myself with a devious chuckle. 

We watched a few episodes of Vikings on Netflix (haha), before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms. 

By morning, Summer was shaking me awake, frantically whispering with a panicked look on her face. 

"Andrea, I hear someone downstairs!!"

She was totally freaking out.

"Is today Saturday?" I asked her, awoken from my blissful sleep. She replied that it was, still in fight or flight mode with her eyes widening. 

"Oh that's just sissy Tiffany huni, go back to sleep. He comes here every weekend for chores and feminization".

Summer grabbed my tummy, tickled me and giggled. 

"Well that scared the shit outta me Mistress!"

"Sorry bunny, I forgot he was due to arrive this morning. On maid weekends he typically gets dropped off by his girlfriend quite early, already dressed and made-up for me". I explained too her. 

"Oh this I've gotta see!” Summer excitingly jumped out of bed. 

"I can smell the coffee on, we might as well get up Summer". I led her by the hand downstairs. 

"Summer, you remember Tiffany?" 

I introduced them again, mainly just to humiliate my sissy slave. 

"Of course I do Mistress!"

"Hi Tiffany, you look pretty today!" Summer praised and Andrew blushed. 

I dismissed Tiffany to the corner, into a kneel, while Summer and I reminisced about the events of last night. I'm sure Tiffany's locked-up little "clit" was throbbing against the confines of his chastity cage, having to listen to our tales of pillaging Summer's "village".

"Mistress, do you remember when you fucked me with your big toe last night? I was in that kneel position with my ass in the air? That was really fuckin' hot! I felt so dirty and ashamed”.

Summer blurted out. 

I laughed out loud. "Oh ya, we did that, didn't we?" 

I summoned the sissy over and presented a foot for him. 

"Tiffany, these toes were literally in Summer's pussy last night. Then they went into her mouth".

He groaned out loud and gasped warm breath onto my foot in a whimper of defeat. 

"Don't forget my shoes too, sissy".

"Would you like some dippy eggs with toast Summer?" 

"Please, Mistress”. Summer sounded delighted. 

"Tiffany". I one-word commanded him with just his sissy name.  

"Mistress I love this lifestyle, will you teach me how to be a Dominatrix?" 

Summer innocently asked of me, as we continued chatting.  

Awww! What a sweetheart she was!

I told her she has already been learning, learning through her own submission. I kissed her lips deeply.

Tiffany performed a little curtsy and served our breakfast like a good sissy maid. He better curtsy when entering a room we're in, if he knows what's good for him. 

We finished up and actually ended up back in my bed (imagine that).  

Tiffany at least got to watch us fuck this time, not just hear our stories about it! Haha

Such a good sissy! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Life of a Sissy Slave