A secretaries place.

All my life I imagined becoming the perfect bimbo secretary. Big, firm tits, revealing, tight and sexy clothes, the highest of high heels, and a total airhead.

My dream came true last month. I answered an add in the paper and was given a phone interview and, I got the job!

I went in for my first day. I was hired by a very firm and demanding boss, Mr. Davis. He is the president of a large corporation and hired me to answer the phone and do filing. At first, he asked me to come into his office and he would drop a pencil and ask me to pick it up. He did this often, simply to look down my blouse to see my large tits.

My nipples were protruding and firm, and he stared at them whenever he talked to me. One day I wore jeans. In about 45 minutes I was called into Mr. Davis’ office. He screamed at me! “You dumb little slut! Don’t you know anything? As my secretary, you are NEVER to wear pants. You are nothing but a slut. A bimbo. A whore. MY whore! I demand an apology!”

I could not lose this job so I apologized. “Mr. Davis, I am really sor…” The next thing I know, he walked over to me and said “Bitch, suck my cock and make it quick! I have a board meeting in 15 minutes and so help me, if you spill any cum onto my new rug, I will beat your ass!”

I was not that kind of girl but knew I had to obey…and fast! I unzipped his expensive dress pants and started sucking fast. He came quickly and talked so dirty as he came. “Fucking whore! Take it all, you dirty dumb cumslut! Eat it like a woman should!”

I finished and he allowed me to go.

“Betty?” his masculine voice echoed my name. “Yes, Mr. Davis?” “Betty, as punishment for today, wear that white low cut top tomorrow, I feel like cumming down your tits and you will wear my cum all day while answering the phone, do you understand?!”

“Yes Mr. Davis, I understand.”

first time out

Mistress M decided that it was finally time to send me out dressed as a woman. I wore my tight white sweater, thick red lipstick, bright red nail polish, 5″ black high heels, my long black wig, and the tightest pair of woman’s jeans I own. I felt like such a little slut!

She gave me instructions to drive to a mall about 20 miles from home. My heart was beating fast as I have never dressed as a bimbo while driving. What if I had a flat or got pulled over by the police?!

When I arrived, I called her as instructed. I was so frightened! She let out a little laugh and told me to take a photo of myself on my phone and send it to her. I took one of me posing against my car, my tits pushed out as far as possible. I really looked passable!

She said “Bimbo, do you trust your Goddess?” And I hesitantly said “Yes Goddess, of course.” She then said, “Okay, I want you to go into the shopping center and buy a pack of cigarettes and then come back out and call me.” I was so frightened to be a woman in public! I slowly walked into the store and quickly purchased the cigarettes and quickly went back to my car, wobbling in my high heels, boobs flopping all over. I must have looked so silly.

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I called Goddess and she told me that she wanted to be pleased with me. I told her I so wanted that too and to tell me what to do. She then said “Bimbo, place your keys inside the car and…lock the car.” I gasped! “But Goddess!?” She then took a firm voice and said “Look bimbo! Do what I said and do it NOW!”

I was so terrified! What would happen to me so far from home and dressed as a woman? I felt as if my heart would explode! Then, without hesitation, I heard the sound of the door thud close…with my keys locked inside!

I heard Goddess laugh loud and hard at my predicament. “Now bimbo, light up a cigarette and go stand next to the lamp pole and look like the most sexy slut imaginable.” I did as I was told and felt humiliated and terrified.

Goddess then said “A friend of mine will be coming by to visit you bimbo. Never before have I felt so weak and submissive. I did not know what to do!

With my large firm tits pushing through my sweater, my red lipstick and sexy high heels, I looked and felt exactly like a real whore. Then, a large older man walked up to me and asked me to follow him to his car! I was frozen. My legs would not work! He then walked over and, without a word, took me by the wrist and led me to his car.

He opened the passenger door and I got in, not knowing what else I could do. He then got in and then, before I could speak, began rubbing my leg. Slowly his hand made it up to the edge of my lace panties and then he stopped. “It’s time dear” he said. I did not know what he meant. He then took his hand and placed it on mine.

“Time to please daddy and then you get your ride home.” I tried to talk but he stopped me and said “Silly whore, a woman’s mouth is not for talking!” He then took his hands to my head and positioned me down to his unzipped pants! He took out what looked to be the largest cock imaginable and told me to get to work! I tried to escape but his strength was too much. All I could do was accept the massive cock into my lipsticked mouth!

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Before long I was sucking like a baby on its mother’s breast. I got into a rhythm that seemed to please him, as he just moaned this long, satisfied moan. Sucking became so easy for me, the taste of his pre cum along with my lipstick was like a drug, I had to taste more and more. What was happening to me?!

Then, he pulled me close and let out a load moan. I just continued servicing his cock, sucking long, deep motions. Then, his cock stiffened and I felt an explosion in my mouth! I did not want this! I was not a woman!

Too late. His cum filled my mouth. I could not believe how much I had. I pulled away to spit it out when he said “Bitch, you will swallow every drop if you want to ever get home!” I knew that he meant it and I had no other choice than to obey. I closed my eyes and swallowed the hot cum. I felt completely weakened and worthless.

He drove me home and my first experience as a real whore was completed. Shortly after, Goddess called me. “Bimbo, did you service my friend?” I said yes. “Well then, you now owe me $50.” “Goddess, but why?” She said “Silly girl! DO you think that whores are free? Now pay up!”

10 Tips to giving the perfect bimbo blowjob!

Hi girls! I have decided to share ten great tips to giving the perfect bimbo blowjob (giggle).

1. Always, always look as slutty as possible. men love sluts and you should do whatever it takes to make your man happy.

2. Wear thick red lipstick. When you suck you want to make your lips as soft and suckable as possible. Also, red is the color of hookers so impress your man with a color that will arouse him.

3. Look up at him while sucking. Showing that innocent, lil girl look with that longing for him look, will make his cock hard as hell.

4. Take his cock deep as possible. If you aren’t gagging and feeling as if you might pass out, then you aren’t taking it like a whore.

5. Suck as if it were the bestest lollipop of all time! You better prove to him that you can be a real whore or else he will find a real whore.

6. Place his hands behind your head and make him face fuck you…he will adore you for this little fun position.

7. Moan a sign of enjoyment “mmmmmmmmm” makes your man know just how much you love his cock in your mouth.

8. When he cums, act as if he just gave you a million bucks. Adore his cum. Be proud that you were his cumslut for the day.

9. Swallow with pride. He chose you as his cum receptacle, and no one else. How lucky you are! Smile as that hot cum gurgles down your little throat.

10. Thank him. A woman’s place is beneath her man with his cock in your mouth. It is our duty to please.

Dear Goddess M

Below you will read a letter from my bitch who is begging to forgive her for talking out of line. You will also find a lot more info on her, since I’m making her post lots of stuff about her outings and whorings along with pictures and youtube clips!!  She makes me so proud when she obeys like the whore she is!  You will know her as Bimbo Betty!

xoxo

M~

Dear Goddess M.

Before you, i was nothing. i was a simple man and nothing more.

You decided to grace me with your wonderful powers and decided it would amuse you to transform me.

Without any will of my own, you transformed me into the image of your choice: a feminine, weak, air headed bimbo.

i have become your property and i am no more important than a chair or a rug. i am yours to do whatever you so desire. It is all about you as it should be.

i should not argue that you transformed me into a woman. i should be honored to have been forged into the dominant sex. my desires do not matter, only Your desires matter.

You have chosen that i become a woman and so i am a woman.

You have decided that this woman is a bimbo, weak, obedient and pleasing to men so i am.

my desires and dreams and fantasies are only of You. To make You proud and make You pleased with me.

If you desire that i am to have large bimbo tits, than i bow to You and thank You and get large bimbo tits.

If you desire that i become addicted to cum, i will. If You decide that i smoke because it makes me look like a slut, i will.

i want to please You and become perfect for You.

i want to show You my obedience and that i am completely Your property.

i will do this by being a whore anytime day or night.

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If You choose to create a webpage of me to earn more income for You, i will proudly become a web whore for You.It is all about You and always will be.

(curtsying)

Your bottom bitch forever,

Bimbo Betty

the “bulls-eye!”

The lights are hotter than you’d imagined.  The makeup she’s applied feels shinier, brighter somehow under the glare.  You blink — your eyelashes like giant spider legs against your cheeks.  Your rose-rouged cheeks, you remember.  To match your whore lips, she’d said just moments ago.  You wonder what you look like in the camera’s lens, because it is pointed right at you.  You feel it like the hot point of a laser.

But it is your mouth you feel the most.  She’s outlined it — a brick smear all around the outside curve of your lips.   It makes your mouth the perfect bulls-eye for cock, she’d said, and you heard the girl giggles from beyond the light.  She never told you her friends would be here today, but they are.  You can’t see them but they can see you, and they are — have been and will be — watching everything.

She filled in the outline — the “bulls-eye” — with glossy red lipstick; showing it to you before applying it.  You’re just going to be the perfect little Candy Mouth with this on, she’d said, the perfect Cock Sucking Candy Mouth.  You couldn’t help yourself then and you whimpered.  And she slapped your face hard.  Of course, the girls laughed, one of them telling her, “That’s it.  Smack the fuck out of that sniveling, Candy Mouth Faggot.”

And now you are waiting.  Waiting on your knees in the glaring spot light, naked except for your make up and the large, red bow she’s tied around your penis.   Waiting in this cavernous, high-ceilinged and dull grey chamber.  Ignored for the moment as beyond the light last minute preparations are made.   And you are going to do this.  You know there is no going back now.

You are going to suck cock.  You are going to do it in front of the camera and Mistress will do as she pleases with the film.

A door opens and closes.  You hear the heavy footsteps.

“Wait.  One more thing.”

She kneels in front of you with the red lipstick.  She begins writing on your chest.  “Make sure you get this on film, too, ” she says to the person behind the camera.  To you she says, “You deserve this.  You deserve everything you’re getting.”

When she is done writing she tells you what she wrote on your chest, the asks, “Who are you?”  You’re not sure what she wants and don’t answer fast enough.  “I just wrote it on your chest, DumbFuck.”  She slaps you hard again.  “Figure it out.”

“I am Candy Mouth.”

“Now let’s get this right the first time,” she says as she gets up and walk beyond the light.  We are going to start filming and we’re going to start with you answering a few questions.  Got it?”

“Yes, Maam.”

“Okay, are we ready.”  She is talking to them, not you, and you are silent.

You see the blinking light that tells you filming has started.

Who are you?

“I am Candy Mouth.”candymouth1a

Does Candy Mouth fuck girls?

No Maam.

Why doesn’t Candy Mouth fuck girls?

Because I am a faggot cocksucker, Maam.

Then the shuffle of feet as a man steps into the light.  He is shirtless; you can see the muscles of his arms and chest pumping even as he steps forward.  The black leather hood covering his head matches his tight pants.  You can see his bulge, large and heavy riding up the right side of his crotch.

In spite of yourself — your embarrassment, your complete humiliation — you are getting excited.  You feel the red bow move against your upper thigh as you become erect.  The man is standing right in front of you when you hear Mistress speak again.

Why is your penis getting erect, Candy Mouth?

“Because I’m going to suck this big man’s cock, Maam.  I’m a faggot cocksucker.”

Don’t you think you better ask permission, Candy Mouth?

Your hands at your sides, you look up at this man you do not know, you cannot see.  You lick your lips, feeling your heart hammer against your ribcage.  You feel so small, so weak.

“Sir, may I please suck your man cock.  Can I put my sissy lips around your fat prick and take the load from your balls.  Please,  Sir?”

The girls giggle again, but this time Mistress is quick to shush them.  The man grabs his crotch and grunts; he teases you, running the tips of his sausage fingers over the shiny leather covering his bulge.  Finally, he unzips his fly, but then puts both hands on his hips.  He wants you to come after it.

And so, fingers trembling, you reach inside and pull out his cock.  It is thick and dense with veins; the head is the size of a small fist.  Although you want to swallow it whole, you move slowly.  Although you wish he would just grab your head and throat fuck you, you know better.  You move your head forward, opening your mouth and place the heavy bulk of his meat onto your tongue.

As you begin working your mouth up and down on his cock you hear him grunt from behind the hood:  “That’s it, Faggot; that’s a good, little Dick Bitch.”  Your own little penis thrills to hear the contempt in his deep voice, causing your red ribbon to bob up and down.  Placing his large fingers across your scalp he begins pushing his cock into your mouth, stroke by stroke, deeper and deeper.

As his movements become quicker, his breath raspier, you fumble to pull his balls from the open zipper.  Feeling their swollen fullness, thinking about taking all of that down your throat.  But suddenly he stops and pulls his cock from your mouth.

“You want that,” he says as he smacks his cock back and forth across your face, strands of pre-cum streaming across your nose, your eyebrows, your painted cheeks.  “You want what’s in those balls?”

You moan.  “Yes, Sir.  Yes, Sir, please.  I want it.  I want your cum.  I want to eat your cum.”

Then Mistress speaks from the dark, from behind the camera:  Tell us who you are.  Tell everybody watching who you are, and then we’ll let you have your Cock Juice.

And you do.  You tell the world:

“I am Candy Mouth.  I’m a Faggot Bitch Dick Eater.  I suck man cum out of Real Men’s Balls.”

Then leaning over you, pushing his cock so far back into your throat that your are gagging.  His bloated balls are like rocks against your chin.  And you don’t care that everyone and anyone will be able to see this, see you humiliated and used like this.  Because you want that cum.

Because you are candy mouth!

red shoes

After walking through the mall….going from shoe store to shoe store, I was about to give up on my search for the perfect pair of red shoes.
I’d come to the last shoe store….it was very small, so i made the assumption that i was not going to find any red shoes today that I liked…..the young salesman came right over to me as I red shoesentered….mmmmmmm, I thought…..perhaps this is the right place after all!
He was so hot! (and so was I!)  I could feel him looking at my long legs….my petite feet….
I told him what I was looking for, he knew right away which shoes to bring me…even the correct size!
i sat in the chair, as his hands removed my sandals….i felt a rush….my pussy, getting moist from his tender young touch…
His hands, caressing my feet….holding my leg….exploring with his eyes….his deep blue, bedroom eyes….
i caught a glimpse of his growing bulge, his sweet lips, his warm hands….
he looked up at me, and said, “may I?” How could I resist I thought to myself, as I nodded yes!
He proceeded to lick my perfectly painted pink toes….sucking on them, i had the urge to jerk off his jeans…
he must of had the same urge, because not a second later he was pulling them down and tossed them to the floor….his rigid cock was huge and throbbing….
he slipped the slutty red shoes onto my feet….rubbing his cock across them….
i knew he wanted to cum….I wanted him to cum, shit, I wanted to cum! He was young and hung! I couldn’t resist…
i stroked him, easy at first….then I became aggressive, taking total control, as I licked him teasingly, then stroking him….
hard and harder until I couldn’t handle it anymore, I wanted that load! His warm, sticky load squirting and oozing all over those red naughty shoes….
his face turned a bright red, he lowered his head and quietly said that he had never done that before, and that he was very embarrassed by his actions. With the touch of my hand to his face, I told him I would like to take the shoes.
I kissed him tenderly then paid for the red shoes. As I was walking out the door, I told him I would seem him same time next week, that I will be in search of a black pair of shoes as I lipped my lips!
It turned out to be perfect shoe shopping day after all!

P.S. Yes, I do have a bit of a foot and shoe fetish….call me and we can share the fetish together!

males = alley cats

Just wanted everyone to know ONE thing, so we’re clear and on the same page:kristy003

I could give less than half a shit if my “boys” talk to other females.  “Why?” you ask, because I have supreme confidence in myself. All boys may stray occasionally — in fact males, even submissive ones, are like alley cats, wandering from one woman to another — but they always find their way home to me, the one and only female that gives them what every other female can’t!

Call me NOW Bitch BOY!



a day at the beach

Mistress watched from the window of the beach house as the van pulled up. Four men unloaded the equipment and headed down toward the beach, each one excited with anticipation. These were to be her playmates on this glorious day. She checked the tide clock. Right on time, as ordered. She waited almost an hour, then looked out again and saw the youngest man standing on the dune, again as ordered, facing the Sun motionless.

Dressed in a bikini bottom and a light sun robe, Mistress started out toward the beach to see if all was prepared to her liking. She passed the young man on the dune, who dared not peek at her lovely breasts hanging out through the front of her robe. On her private beach, the oriental rug was placed neatly under the canopy. No sand was on it, as ordered, and the shade only covered her rug. The pillows were fluffed. The cooler was set out. The two doorbells placed next to her pillow, wires running into the ground; all as ordered again.

To the right and left of where she would sit, two faces came just inches out of the sand facing the blazing Sun, mouths open at all times, as ordered. Near the water’s edge, where the low tide had started it’s hypnotic rhythm, Mistress needed to check the last head. Her little pig boy was also buried, with his head sticking up from the neck. Unlike the other two, he would need to be able to move around. All three males were cuffed and bound under the sand, then wrapped with masking tape. Escape was impossible. The Mistress approved of the set-up. This day would be a pleasant one, if the wimps did not break down. She poured a margarita from the pitcher into an extra salty rimmed glass and walked down to where the third head was protruding from the shore line.

“Are you thirsty piglet?” She said this smiling, and did not expect a negative answer.

“Yes Mistress”

She gave him some sips, and the flakes of salt left a radom resudue on his lips. Then she went back to the rug, serving the mixture to the other two wimps. They would be thirsty soon. Facing the sun, she could watch them suffer as she read her novel. She mixed a second margarita for herself, savoring it slowly as she read. After a few minutes she lit a large cigar. She didn’t necessarily like them, but the ashes would cake on her entertainment’s tongues after the margarita began to do its job. She sighed and smiled, her beautiful breasts catching the sea breeze and erecting her soft pink nipples. This would be a wonderful day.

Within an hour, the faces at either side were red with sunburn. The mouths, still open at all times, were cracked and caked with the cigar ash. She took the stub of the cigar, and ran it down between the blonde’s eyes on the face to her right. Burning the flesh just a bit on the nose, she brought it down to the sand, about where his navel might be. A pause, then she stuck it into the sand. Yes, she could see the pain in his eyes, and the struggle too as he tried not to show it. The sand would soon snuff it out before too much damage was done.

The Mistress mixed another margarita, and sipped as she read. She put the book down to rest her eyes. Time to test the doorbells. The wires ran into the sand from each bell button. Under the sand, each side had a large dry cell battery that was connected to wires ending in long, metal rods. Each rod had been lubricated, so as to conduct the current better. One was taped into each man’s anal opening. The other was shoved, like a catheter, into his pee hole. By the time she thought about the buttons, the rods incerted in the piss holes were already causing excruciating discomfort. She looked at the redhead to her left, into his burned face, and dry, cracked ashtray mouth. She pushed the button down for 10 seconds. He groaned, then quickly coughed as the ashes swirled in his mouth. She smiled, delighted with her toys. The blonde was next, he almost screamed out and would have if the margarita had not left him so dry. Back and forth she alternated the shocks, watching the eyes of each as she giggled. Finally she became bored, and dropped a long string of spit into each man’s mouth as a reward. They dared not swallow it in her presence.

She checked her watch. She was a little late and timing was important. Mistress arose and sauntered down toward her piglet. When she reached him, she took out a blindfold and covered his eyes, not out of mercy but to deny him the view of her beauty. She slipped off her bikini bottom, and crouched near the pig’s gaping mouth. Out came a stream of urine from the Margaritas she had drank. The Mistress pissed all over his face but mostly into his mouth, savoring the beautiful seascape as she used her portable toilet. He swallowed as best he could, almost gasping at times. As she squatted there, she watched the waves as high tide approached. She raised herself up, as one strong wave crashed on the sand several yards in front of her toilet, and it’s remains tickled piglet’s neck before retreating. The Mistress smiled, as piglet choked on the last of her nectar. She started back to the house. The man on the dune was ordered not to move until she closed her door. Then he would race to free piglet from a tidal drowning. She stopped, however, forgetting the time. She stared into the man’s face, then viciously scratched down his hideously burned chest. He winced, but nothing more.

“Very good. No reaction.” She said.

Then the Mistress reached down between his legs, and caressed his cock while allowing her nipples to lightly touch his scratched chest. His cock sprung to life quickly. A reaction! Disobedience. She raised a knee quickly into his groin and left him in a groaning pile. She hoped he could recover in time to race to the beach and save her little piglet from drowning. He was such a good toilet for her. But, he could not check piglet until she went into the house. She thought she heard a panicked scream from the beach. She stopped, and smell the flowers in her window box, glanced up at the brilliant sky, twirled around with her arms outstretched in love with nature. She did not hear another cry. She went inside, closing the door very, very slowly. The man got up and raced, stumbling in pain, to the beach.

Sissy gets Spanked

My mistress has a date tonight. First I am to dress as her “personal” maid. She took great care to emphasize the word “personal.” Then I am to help her get ready for her date.
Mistress laces me into a tight corset. This is always a constant reminder of my sissy and subserviant status, since I can feel the corset with every breath. She gently tweaks my tiny nipples and then gives me the bra I am to wear tonight. A training bra, with no falsies. I arrange it on myself as I realize how inadequate I am as an impersonator of a woman.

She gives me some lacy panties to step into, commenting that she has no use for my cock this evening — she has a date with a real man. I roll the thigh high black seamed stockings up my legs and attach them to the garters of the corset. Mistress examines me to make sure the seams are straight. Then I put the short, black maid’s dress over my head. It does not provide much covering for my ass and thighs, and the garters will show if I bend even a little. I step into my black high heels, which changes my balance and is another constant, subtle reminder of my sissy status. A maid’s cap is pinned in my own hair, and I realize I am not even to have the benefit of a wig tonight. The final touch is a lacy apron that I tie in a bow behind my back.

Mistress tells me to hurry up and sit down on the toilet seat, for her date will be coming soon and there is still much to be done. Her date! It is not enough that Mistress likes to embarrass me in front of her female friends, but now her male friends too! And with no wig and no falsies, I am not going to make a very convincing female, am I?

Fortunately Mistress enjoys putting makeup on me, so perhaps I will have an adrogenous look today. Mistress must be in a playful mood, because she puts far too much mascara, eyeliner and blush on me, and apparently she wants me to look very cheap. She outlines my lips very precisely in a dark lip pencil, and then fills them with a brush in a nice red. I’ve never liked that dark pencil — there’s something too obvious, too whory about it. Then she takes a vaseline like jelly with her fingertip and rubs it thickly over my red lips. This gives them an unnatural, almost metallic sheen, but apparently that is the look she wants me to have tonight.

Mistress hands me a bottle of nail polish in a matching shade to my lipstick, and tells me to do my nails while she takes a shower. “Oh, and change the sheets and make my bed first, Sissy,” she tells me. Another humiliation — I have to make the bed ready for her and her date from when they come back home at the end of the evening!

I make her bed and then do my nails while I wait for Mistress to emerge from the shower. As I wait and as I blow on my nails for them to dry, I glance at the lingerie she has left out that she will be wearing tonight. I see her push-up Wonderbra. Mistress has a gorgeous figure including perfectly round, white 34B breasts, and she needs no extra cleavage to show herself off. One of my pet peeves about Mistress is that she really has no idea how drop-dead gorgeous she is. Of course, she doesn’t believe me when I tell her that. But if she is wearing the Wonderbra, then this must be an important date for her tonight. I will have to do whatever I can to help her.

Mistress emerges from the shower and I am there for her with a large towel to cover her and pat her dry. She allows me to pat her all over with the towel, which gives me a little pleasure. I then powder her gently with a big powder puff full of a sweet smelling talc. She tells me to spend extra time on her breasts, which of course I do very lovingly. She has me hold her tiny panties out for her to step into, and I see her tiny pubic hair triangle disappear into them. Then she has me hold her Wonderbra for her to insert her breasts into. I hold the bra cups and struggle not to reach out and fondle her lovely breasts. I clasp the bra behind her. This bra does wonders for her cleavage and I look at Mistress with awe. She slips on her high heeled slippers. She is SO sexy.

Mistress has me blow dry her hair, and then she has me brush it for her. I lovingly stand behind her and brush her beautiful hair. This is an act that only a true submissive can understand. It is truly my pleasure to do this — I don’t think Mistress really comprehends that. Then Mistress allows me the privilege of handing her cosmetics as she does her own makeup. She lets me hold the mascara bottle as she makes up her long lashes. She lets me hold her eye shadow case as she gently strokes the color on her eyelids. She lets me hold her blusher compact as she strokes a little color on her cheeks. On other occasions she has made me masturbate while watching her do her makeup, and my cock remembers that, but this is not the plan tonight. Finally she tells me to unscrew her Estee Lauder lipstick in rose, and then she carefully colors her lips. I could watch Mistress apply her lipstick for hours, it is just so sexy. I am completely turned on by the sight of it. Mistress tells me she is done with her makeup. And she is gorgeous.

Suddenly the doorbell rings, and Mistress tells me to answer it. “Shall I tell him you’re not finished dressing yet?” I ask her. “Oh no,” she tells me, “I am finished.”

Mistress is beautifully made up, but she is only wearing a bra and panties and slippers. How can she go out like that? Then it dawns on me — they’re not going out. It’s an evening at home, with her dressed only in her lingerie. What does that mean for me?

I open the door and let him in. He introduces himself as Brad. I suppose he’s good looking — if Mistress likes that type. He stares at me, not knowing what to think, since Mistress has not quite made me into my feminine best. He gives me a sly smile, since he undoubtedly knows my secret, that I may be Mistress’s maid, but I am certainly not a female one. However, he is too much a gentleman to say this.

Mistress emerges and they kiss deeply, oblivious to my presence, although why should they care. Brad’s eyes bulge at the sight of Mistress’s sexy breasts, almost spilling out form her Wonderbra. I help him remove his jacket, and I offer them a drink. As I leave to get their drinks, they start making out on the couch, and Mistress starts to unbutton Brad’s shirt.

By the time I return with the drinks they are making out passionately. Mistress tells me to bring the drinks into the bedroom. I do, and they both come in too. Mistress then tells me to make myself useful. “Useful?” I repeat. I am not sure what she means.

“Sissy!” Now Mistress is mad at me. “You’re supposed to be my personal maid. Do I have to spell it out for you? Make yourself useful and help Brad remove his pants.” I cringe at the thought of this, and I try not to look at him as I kneel down, loosen his belt and help him step out of his pants.

“Well, Sissy?” Mistress says next. I know what she expects, but I can’t react. At this point Brad knows too. “Sissy!” Now she is really pissed at me. “Remove his undershorts this instant! But for your insolence to my guest, I want you to put your hands behind your back, and lower his undershorts with your teeth!”

Mistress did not apply enough blush to my cheeks to hide the embarrassment as I slowly comply with her command. I need to put my face right up to him as I gently grab the waistband with my teeth and carefully lower his shorts down his legs. Mistress has surely done it again. She has no end of ways to humiliate me.

But she is still mad at me for having to tell me each little detail. She asks Brad if he thinks I need a spanking. Brad is not sure what to make of this, but he is turned on by the sight of Mistress, he is turned on from their making out on the couch, and he is turned on by this sissy maid being made to remove his shorts with her teeth. I am still kneeling and Brad’s erection is right at my face. I am actually relieved that Mistress is apparently not going to make me get more intimately involved with Brad.

Mistress grabs her hairbrush — the hairbrush that I lovingly used to brush her beautiful hair not long ago — sits down in a chair and motions for me to lay down in her lap. She flips up my skirt, and I wonder if she is going to pull down my panties. She pauses for the longest moment, and I know all three of us are thinking about this. Fortunately, she decides to leave them on — for now.

Mistress starts spanking me on my panty covered ass with her hairbrush. She has one of my arms bent behind me, as she wails away with her other hand. She is hitting me hard, and I start to scream. Mistress decides she doesn’t want to hear my sissy screaming, and she tells Brad to take his undershorts and stuff them in my mouth. I am SO humiliated. Brad spreads my glossy red lips and inserts his shorts in my mouth. Mistress keeps wailing away. My screams are muffled, but I am crying. Brad watches the scene, and his erection grows.

Finally Mistress has had enough of spanking me. She asks me if I have learned my lesson, and if I will be a useful personal maid. I nod tearfully. She tells Brad, “Don’t worry, while you and I are busy Sissy will wash and iron your shorts for you.” How’s that for a humiliation? I have to wash his shorts in the next room while they make love?

Mistress wipes my tears and tells me that she know how I can be useful to her. She tells me to take Brad’s shorts out of my mouth. She removes her panties and lays down on the bed. She spreads her beautiful legs and motions to me to come to her. “Get me nice and wet for Brad, Sissy.”

I am always eager to get Mistress nice and wet, although not for someone else. It is especially embarrassing to go down on Mistress while someone else is watching. But when Mistress speaks, I must obey. I kneel between her legs on the bed, gently spread her lips, and go to work. Mistress must have been mistaken — she is already quite wet. Kissing Brad and spanking me probably helped get her wet. But I lick her for awhile until she tells me to stop.

Brad is standing there with his big erection waiting for his turn. He is certainly ready. But Mistress says that she wants him to wear a condom. I know there is always one ready in her nightstand drawer. “Uh, Sissy?”

I am red-faced as I know what Mistress expects me to do. I go to her nightstand drawer and get a condom. I remove the wrapper and gaze at it. How I wish it were going on me, and then … But that will never happen. I resign myself to the unpleasant task of taking Brad’s cock in my hands and rolling the condom on his erection. Mistress spreads her legs invitingly once more. Her pussy hair glistens — due to me, I wish I could remind them both. Brad leans forward toward Mistress. Mistress then speaks up again.

“Uh Sissy? I want you to insert Brad into me.”

Will there be no end to Mistress’s indignities? So as Brad gets into position, I take his condom covered erection with one hand, gently spread Mistress’s lips again with my other hand, and ease him into her.

What next, I wonder to myself. Will I have to push it in and out too?

Mistress thankfully tells me, “Thank you Sissy. That will be all for now. Go into the bathroom and fix your makeup — it’s a mess. Make sure your lipstick is the way it was when Brad first arrived. Nice and red and glossy. Then when your lipstick is right, I want you to jerk off into your pretty panties. Leave them on, because we’re going to check. And then don’t forget to wash and iron Brad’s shorts.”

And with that Mistress dismissed me with a wave of her hand, Brad started pumping away, and I retired to the bathroom to follow Mistress’s commands.