The following day began as did all the others. I was awakened by the shrill buzzer of the alarm clock at precisely 5:30 AM. I wearily lowered my feet to the floor and stepped over to the nearby cast iron laundry tub while pulling my nightgown over my head. I turned on the twin water taps and began to scrub my naked body with a wash-rag, being especially careful in cleaning my "personal" parts. I would never forget the whipping my Master gave me as a punishment when he found that the crack of my ass was not absolutely clean. I couldn't sit down for a week afterwards.

It took me 30 minutes to put on my make-up and an additional 20 minutes to dress in my feminine maid's uniform. As I adjusted my breasts into the cups of the brassiere I could not help but notice how each day they seemed to grow larger and heavier, as a result of the female hormones that I was required to swallow three times per day. Even my nipples and aeroles had grown to three times their former size and felt very tender and sensitive as they pressed against the silky fabric of my bra. The fact that my Master had pinched and played roughly with them the previous evening no doubt also added to their discomfort this morning.

I inspected myself in the mirror as I tied a small tea apron around my waist so that it was perfectly centered over the short skirt of the pink nylon maid uniform that was "the dress of the day" as written on my "service calendar". As in all matters, including the selection of my daily uniform, all decisions were made for me and woe is me should I make a mistake and wear something else or if my clothes are wrinkled or are not perfectly clean.

Still standing before the mirror, I lifted my skirt in order to insure that my tight red panties fitted me smoothly and that my little sissy clitty was properly drawn back between my legs and hidden from view. It seemed like only yesterday when my Master informed me of the new name and purpose of what I had always referred to as my penis. I remember clearly hanging from chains descending from the ceiling and attached to my wrists. I was completely naked and my legs were held wide apart by a steel bar, the ends of which were locked to ankle cuffs. I was totally exposed and unable to defend myself in any way.

It was then that my Master began to tap and prod my sexual organ with the slender whipping cane that he held in his hand. "From now on this little sliver of flesh will be referred to only as a 'sissy clitty' or 'little wee-wee tube'. Only REAL MEN have cocks and penis' between their strong hairy legs as an emblem of their masculinity Your little thing, instead, will lie between two soft hairless and perfumed thighs that are covered in silky stockings. Furthermore, men's cocks are entitled to sexual gratification whenever they desire it and by whatever means may appeal to them at the time whether by fucking a tight hot cunt or ass or being sucked off in a tender sweet mouth . On the other hand, the only sexual release you MAY enjoy will be by means of masturbation, and then ONLY when you are given permission or are directed to do so by myself for my or perhaps my guests amusement. If I catch you shooting your worthless sissy scum at any other time, I can assure you that you will be a very sorry little sissy after I finish punishing you".

True to his word, when he discovered a small bit of "girlish discharge" on my panties one day, he punished me severely. First he attached a harness to my "little wee-wee tube". He then stretched it out as far as it would go and tied the loose end to the back of my bra so that my sissy clitty was held tightly between my legs. As if this was not painful enough, he next smeared a large quantity of analgesic cream on a sanitary napkin and pressed it tightly between my legs using a special harness to insure that it stayed up and directly against my sensitive clitty and testies. Within a minute it felt as if I was on fire, and since my hands had been shackled to my slave collar with very short chains, I couldn't even rub myself to relieve the intense sting that the cream was causing me. All I could do was cry, scream, and beg my Master for relief which was never granted by my amused tormentor. Instead, I was forced to perform all of my usual duties during the next 12 hours while wearing the Kotex pad which was frequently "refreshed" with additional cream throughout the day which seemed to never end. You may rest assured that I was extremely careful after that not to have anymore similar sissy discharges without my Master's permission.

Still standing before the mirror with my skirt and petticoat held high, I turned around to check to see that the seams of my white nylon hose were straight. It was a good thing that I did because one seam was off center, which I am sure would have been noticed. Pulling the stocking straight and then reattaching it to my garters, I breathed a sigh of relief for having escaped from receiving a demerit for sloppy dressing. After smoothing my skirt and pettis in place, I stepped into my shiny pink patent leather 4" high heels. Taking one last glance at myself in the mirror to be sure that my cosmetics were as my Master desired them to be and that my hair was neatly in place, I proceeded to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast.

I made my Master's breakfast eggs, bacon, and toast just the way he liked them and placed the plate on a large serving tray with a steaming pot of fresh brewed coffee. Knowing the penalty for improper service, I checked to be sure that I had not forgotten anything such as sugar, cream, jelly, etc. Furthermore, I again inspected the silverware to insure that it shined brightly, that the napkin was pristine white, and that my Master's morning newspaper was properly folded and positioned on the tray. Lifting the heavily laden tray, I proceeded up the stairs to his bedroom. Placing the tray down on a small table by the side of his door, I timidly knocked on the large oak door that guarded my Master's private domain. I was greeted by my Master's voice from within shouting, "Come in Bitch".

I entered his large bedroom and while standing several feet away from the foot of his bed, dropped to a deep curtsy position and with my head bowed in a proper submissive angle said, "Good morning Master. I hope that you had an enjoyable and restful night, my Lord". My Master replied, "I certainly had a wonderful night, although it wasn't too restful. While anticipating your lovely Mistress' visit this evening, I guess my mind and cock just couldn't wait. I dreamt that I fucked her at least a half dozen times -- in her pussy, her ass, and in her hot wet mouth. And all the time I was shoving my dick deep in her holes, you, my little panty wearing faggot, was kissing, licking, and probing my asshole with that educated hot tongue of yours. I don't really know how many times I actually came in my sleep but this morning my pajamas and the sheets were fairly soaked in real man cum. Make sure you wash them clean after I leave for the office. I know how sissies like you love to sniff and lick their Master's "leavings" from their shorts and bed clothes before they hand wash them, so you have a big treat coming. Isn't that true, my sweet little fairy?" "I-I-I don't like.....", I began but was interrupted by my Master saying, "Who do you think you are kidding? I've seen you slyly sniffing and kissing my shorts when you thought I wasn't watching. You had better recognize that your Master sees and knows EVERYTHING you do. And just for trying to deny your sissy inclinations, you will prewash in your mouth all that tasty "starch" out of my pajama bottoms before you hand wash them. Also, you will lick-up all the stains from the sheets. Now bring me my breakfast tray, you cum sucking whore!"

I retrieved the tray from the hall and walking to the side of the bed positioned it over my Master's blanket covered legs. Apparently during my short absence he had removed his pajama bottom because as I laid the tray down, he pulled them over my head so that the still moist front rested against my nose and mouth. "Now while I enjoy this wonderful breakfast you labored so hard to prepare for my enjoyment, you can just lick the splattered scum I so generously squirted on my pajamas. What could be a more fitting breakfast for a sissy slut than her Master's slimy sperm? NOTHING, so 'Bon Appetite', my sweet!"

By the time my Master had leisurely completed his breakfast and reading the newspaper, I had licked away most of the stains from his pajamas. Yanking the garment off my head he said, "OK bitch that's enough of that for now. Go run my shower and the temperature had better be right or that cute little ass of yours is going to feel my whip. Then you may kneel in front of the toilet and await my further orders. NOW MOVE IT!"

I raced to the bathroom and swiftly adjusted the shower to his liking. As I knelt by the side of the toilet, I silently prayed that the temperature of the shower would not change as it often would do when the supply of hot water would run low. A few seconds later I saw my Master casually walk into the bathroom completely naked and stand silently in front of the toilet. Being the well trained slave that I was, I did not need to be instructed as to what was required of me. I gently grasped my Master's impressive cock and pointed it at the toilet bowl. Shortly thereafter a thick stream of urine began to arc out of his meaty organ and splash noisily into the gleaming white bowl. After voiding himself, he looked down at my kneeling self and said, "Now lick my cock head and slit clean, you little toilet maid" and I did just that.

Without another word my Master stepped into the shower stall and commenced to take a cleansing hot shower. After completing it, he turned off the water taps and stepped out dripping water on the marble floor which I had recently scrubbed to a shiny finish, but which now would have to be laboriously cleaned and buffed again. I wrapped a warm thick oversized towel around his muscular body and began to gently rub him dry. Despite the towel between my hands and his hard manly body, I began to get excited and my sissy clitty started to firm in my panties despite my efforts to think of other things than the naked manly body to which I was so intimately tending.

Totally unaware and uncaring about my feelings, my Master said, "Lay out my gray silk suit and select the proper accessories that will look good with it, while I shave and finish up in here". Raising myself off my knees, I said, "Yes Master". while making a respectful little curtsy and do as he ordered. I waited for him on my knees with a pair of freshly ironed under shorts spread open in my hands. Upon returning to his bedroom he walked over to me and placed his hand on the top of my head to steady himself as he stepped into his shorts.. I raised them up his legs and adjusted them over his hips. "Now give me a nice big kiss over the fly, bitch. I want you to leave a bright red lipstick impression there so it will remind me of your slutty cocksucking mouth every time I take a piss today. NO! NOT THERE! GO LOWER - that way my cock, when it comes out of the fly will be right where your two lip meet. Watching the lip imprints part on my shorts when my cock extends through the fly will keep me nice and hot all day long and make me anxious to return home in order to feel your sweet sucking mouth paying homage to it.

Next I proceeded to draw on my Master's socks, button his shirt, hold open his trousers and draw them up legs, and put on his brightly shined shoes, after first kissing the toe of each one as a sign of my subservience to him. He tied his own tie, tucked his shirt into his trouser, clipped the waistband closed, and buckled his own belt. However, he did allow me the honor of carefully zippering his trouser's fly closed.

After assisting him into his suit jacket, he told me to kneel before him. Totally dominated by my Master I bowed my head and stared down at my exposed panties peeking out from under the short hem of my uniform as well as my nylon covered thighs. "Look at me bitch", he said. Afraid to disobey him, I raised my head and shuddered in discomfort and fear as my eyes met his icy cold piercing stare. "You have a lot of work to do today, slave. As you know your Mistress and your old 'friends' the Barnets are coming over for dinner tonight. I want this house to be shiny clean from top to bottom when they get here. Prepare a real feast for the four of us and it had better be four star quality OR ELSE! Since your Mistress Jennifer will be sharing my bed tonight, make doubly sure that the bedroom is neat and clean with freshly ironed satin sheets on the bed. If I find one stain or dirty smudge on anything, you are going to have to lick it clean and that includes the toilet. Everything, and I mean everything had better sparkle or you will certainly regret it PAINFULLY!"

"Furthermore, I want you to wear that sexy new mini french maid uniform I recently purchased for you. You know, the one with the extremely short skirt that barely covers your hips so that your panties are garter tabs are always showing. And wear your tightest corset and laciest underthings since you certainly will be 'on display' throughout the evening. You had better not embarrass ME in anyway tonight. Do I make myself clear, you little sissy bitch?" "Yes Master", I humbly replied.

"Fine! Just keep it in mind and behave like the good little sissy slut which everyone, including yourself, knows you really are. I plan to pick up Jennifer at 6 and then we are going to the Barnet's apartment for a few drinks. We should arrive here by 8, so be ready to greet us then. Now get to work, you don't have a minute to spare if you are going to complete your chores in time". Turning on his heel, he then left for his office. As tears began to fill my eyes and run down my powdered cheeks, I couldn't help from slumping to the floor and sobbing as I thought how low and subservient I had become under my Master's relentless training. Although my adored Mistress, who now took such evil delight in tormenting me by openly showing her physical attraction to my Master, had been the first to develop my submissive personality, it was my Master who had broken me completely. Despite the ever increasing pain and humiliations, I knew I could never escape from the chains of servitude in which he had bound me to his service FOREVERMORE

I labored throughout the day cleaning the house as I knew the suffering I would have to endure if my Master found a speck of dust on the floor or a dirty smudge on the furniture or a wrinkle in the satin spread on his bed. Although he could punish me for no reason at all, and frequently did, when he actually found fault with me, he was particularly cruel when he inflicted punishment. I started preparing the meal at 5 and set the dining room table with sparkling crystal, shimmering china, and shiny silverware. As I looked at the festive table I could not help but think that, on those rare days, when I was allowed to eat other than from a bowl on the floor at my Master's feet, I was either fed or licked food out of his hand or, when he wished to reward me for something I had done, he let me eat with cheap plastic utensils off of a paper plate. By 7 the dinner was well on its way to completion.

I returned to my cramped little room and changed my uniform as instructed by my Master. It was necessary to tighten my corset to its most uncomfortable closing in order to be able to zip the uniform closed in back. As I sat down to reapply my make-up, it felt as if my waist was being cut in half by the vise tight grip of the unyielding bone stays within the corset. After changing my stockings to a pair of black shiny ones and securing them tautly to the corset's six garters, I stood up and slipped on my 5 inch black patent leather pumps. I then moved before my full length mirror to insure that I looked presentable as a SSS (sissy serving slut). It was then that I first realized that the skirt was so short that it allowed the crotch of my panties to show below the white lace trim circling its hem as if from a petticoat beneath. As much as I tried to pull the skirt lower, it was impossible to cover my panties or garter tabs. Furthermore, each time I would raise my arms, bend at the waist, or simply walk in my very high heels, the skirt would rise even more, exposing me almost to the waist to anyone caring to look. Combined with a deep plunging neckline, it was plain to see that this costume had been specifically designed to expose and humiliate its wearer, particularly when its model was a submissive sissy.

Looking at my clock, I saw it was 7:50 and, with a sigh of resignation, returned to the kitchen to check on the meal. Finding everything in order, I then walked to the entrance hall, knelt 8 paces from the door and waited for my Master, Mistress, and their guests to arrive. I silently prayed that they would be kind to me but, in my heart, I knew that they all would take great joy in viewing with each other to see who could torment and humiliate me the most. It was not long before I heard a great deal of laughter on the other side of the door and a key inserted into the lock. Bowing my head in abject submission, I heard the door open. My ordeal was about to begin.

"Well, well, well. Look who is here to greet us. And oh how sweet he looks", I heard the cheerful voice of my Mistress say as I saw her red high heel shoes appear before me. A few seconds later my Master's shoes entered my field of vision along side of hers. "Have you forgotten your slave manners, bitch? Show us and our guests how delighted you are to see us or would you prefer that we demonstrate how to whip the naked ass of a disrespectful sissy?", my Master growled. I immediately lowered my face to my Mistress' feet and began to kiss her shoes. Turning slightly, I then kissed and licked his shoes dulling the high gloss, that I had earlier labored so hard to place on them.

Then I heard my Master say, "Jack, Gloria, come here and be welcomed properly by our sissy slut maid. All right, bitch, recite your sweet little greeting to our guests!" I looked up into the amused faces of the couple who I had always thought were vulgar and had repeatedly snubbed in my prior life and said, "Master Jack and Mistress Gloria welcome to my Master's house. I will be pleased to be of whatever service you may require of me. Please do not hesitate to ask me to do anything that you may desire. I exist only to serve my Master and Mistress as well as their friends. And should I displease you or if the quality of my service is below your standards, I beg you to punish me by whatever means and extent that you may think is proper." Lowering my head, I began to kiss each of their shoes as I heard them laughing high above me.

"All right, that is sufficient homage for now. Be assured you will have adequate time later to demonstrate your new submissive attitude and apologies for your prior sins. Right now I want you to fix us a nice large pitcher of martinis and serve us in the living room", my Master said as they casually walked away. I could not help but overhear Mistress Gloria saying that she could hardly believe that I was the same arrogant pig she had known before. To which my Beloved Mistress replied, that is because SHE isn't and that she hasn't seen anything yet.

I quickly stood and prepared the drinks that my Master requested. Placing the glasses on a serving tray, I carried them into the living room where they all were seated comfortably and chatting. As Mistress Gloria took one of the crystal glasses she said matter-of-factly, "Thank you". Mistress Jennifer then said, "Gloria, it is not necessary to say thank you or please when you want the little bitch to do something or when she performs any task. Frankly, we would prefer that you show her no courtesies whatsoever as she does not deserve any. After all, she should be viewed as just an object to be used for our service and satisfaction. You wouldn't say thank you to a piece of toilet paper that you had just used to wipe your ass, would you? It is the same with francine. All you need do is demand her to do something and don't give another thought to it as it will be done. Truthfully, she should be the one to thank you for letting her serve you, not the other way around."

I continued to serve the drinks and had just given one to my Master when Mistress Jennifer said, "Come here bitch". As I knelt before her she said, "This glass is dirty. Make me another drink and this time make sure that the glass is clean". She then threw the contents of the glass in my face. There was a stunned silence and then they all began to laugh as the burning fluid ran down my face and onto the bodice of my uniform. Taking the empty glass from her hand, and while trying to fight back the tears forming in my eyes I dropped a shallow curtsy. "Yes Mam. Right away, Mam", were the only words I spoke which was the perfect response from a sissy maid to its Master. "Now THAT is how to treat a stupid shemale maid who is careless in the performance of her duties.. Come over here, Jennifer so that I can give you a nice big kiss for showing Jack and Gloria the proper way to treat a sissy like francine", my Master said..

When I returned to the living room with a fresh drink for my Mistress I found her seated on my Master's lap in an embrace with her open mouth pressed tightly against his and his tongue probing her mouth deeply. Ending the kiss, my Master said, "All right bitch, give your Mistress her drink and then finish preparing our dinner. We will be ready to dine in a half hour. If we need you, we will ring for you. Now get that panty covered ass out of here so that your Masters can enjoy themselves."

I returned to the kitchen and had just finished putting the finishing touches to the food when I heard the tinkle of the bell which my Master used to summon me. He and his guests had already seated themselves at the dining room table. From a deep curtsy position I said, Yes, Master. How may I serve you, Sir?" "You may begin to serve our dinner now. And it had better be great or your cute little ass is going to be roasted and carved up real good", he replied. Turning to Master Jack, he said, "And that would be a shame since her tender sweet ass has such a wonderfully hot tight pussy hole so ripe and ready to be fucked". With a sadistic smile on Master Jack's face, he answered, "So you have told me, pal. I can hardly wait to drive my cock up this sissy's little cunt-ass and fuck her guts out." "Now boys, I know you are anxious to take advantage of our sweet slut, but Gloria and I are hungry, so lets let the whore serve us our dinner before you get all excited. After she feeds us, you will have plenty of time to feed her your nasty cocks", my Mistress said. "And don't forget about feeding the bitch our pussies", chimed in Mistress Gloria. "Of course not, darling", Master Jack said as he leaned over and kissed his beautiful wife. "It will be a real treat to watch that mouth which has been so insulting in the past, between your thighs licking and eating your hairy cunt."

As I minced around the table serving dinner, I was virtually ignored while they all enjoyed the fruits of my labor. Each time someone took a drink of water or wine, I would immediately refill their goblet and then return to a corner of the room to await further demands. Several times my Master or Mistress Jennifer snapped their fingers and ordered me to get another helping of a specific dish, to which I would curtsy and say, "Yes Sir or Mam" and do so. Although there were no compliments extended regarding the meal, and none were expected, the fact that everyone ate at least one portion of what I had prepared gave me a feeling of relief since it indicated that they all were satisfied.

After finishing his meal, my Master asked me if I had had my supper as yet to which I responded that I had not. "Well then, why don't I show our guests one of the ways I prepare your din-din, as well as the manner that a sissy slut, like you, enjoys eating it. Bring me the 'sausage maker' from the refrigerator and be quick about it!" I returned with a wooden box measuring about six inches square and placed on the table near my Master's dinner plate. He was explaining to his guests that it was necessary to first cut the leftovers on his plate into very small pieces, which he proceeded to do. "Now watch this, Jack and Gloria, here comes the fun part", Mistress Jennifer said with a snicker and a broad smile on her face.

Opening the box which I had brought him, he showed its content to his guests. Inside were about ten condoms which it was evident by their greasy stained exterior and the residue in their tips, that they had already served their basic purpose. Now they were to be used for a degrading secondary function. Addressing Mistress Jennifer specifically but for all to hear, he said, "Remember a few weeks ago after the party at the Bramson's, how each of us couldn't get enough sex after we returned home?" "DO I? OH YES. I had just got my period and I was horney as hell. I really don't know why you were so turned-on, but I had never seen your cock so long, thick, or oh my so hard you could have driven nails with it. The first time you must have fucked me for a half hour before you came. Gloria, you probably wont believe this but I must have had four or five orgasms before the really big one we enjoyed together. It was really one of the best fucks I have ever had in my life." "Well honey, why don't we share the moment with our bitch-slut." , my Master said as he reached into the box and held up a nasty looking rubber by its open end showing everyone at the table the heavy load it contained. Everyone laughed and even applauded.

"Even though there seems to be enough liquid protein to sustained our francine for awhile, I think it would be wise to give her some additional nourishment. Let's just fill it up with some nice leftover garbage, shall we?" Taking a wide but short stem funnel from the box, my Master inserted it into the open end of the rubber and then began to shove the chopped up food from his plate into the sheath until it was filled and actually looked like a firm dildo.

As my Master handed the well stuffed rubber to me he said, "OK bitch, show our friends how you just love sissy sausages and how you have been taught to eat them. That's right, lick it up and down and all the way around so you can really savor your Mistress' tangy juices and all that slippery gel I used. That's right, suck it all off, every slimy bit. Now pretend that it is one of your sweet lover's cocks and fuck your mouth with it. Oh yes, that's just charming! You do that so well but, of course, why shouldn't you after all the practice I have given you on the real thing. Next start to chew the very tip and when you bite through the thin rubber, I want to see you sucking out and swallowing every little bit of the contents. Yes, that's right - I can see it start to deflate. Keep sucking, there is still some left. MMMMmmm I bet that is creamy and tasty. Now hold the empty rubber up so everyone can see that your din-din is all gone.", which I did to the amusement of all.

"Watching francine eating that rubber has really got me hard. I can hardly wait to feel that hot mouth around my dick and milking it dry.", Master Jack said. To which my Master replied, "And so you shall, my friend. And so you shall!" Not to be outdone, my Mistress said, "Did you enjoy your dinner, bitch?" With my head bowed and unable to look her in the face because of a deep feeling of utter humiliation, I replied, "Yes, Mam" "I bet you just loved that creamy 'white sauce' didn't you?" "Yes Mam" "You know your Master originally churned it up in his big hairy balls for me, but I told him to save it for you as I was sure that you would appreciate its rather slimy texture, salty-sweet taste, and pungent odor. Wasn't that nice of me?" My debasing reply of "Yes Mam. Thank you Mam" was greeted with gleeful laughter from everyone to my further embarrassment and feeling of inferiority.

My Master rose to his feet and announced, "We will have coffee and brandy in the living room. Bring it immediately. You may clean-up later after our guests have left. Now get moving, bitch!" To the accompaniment of ever one's demeaning stares and gleeful chuckles, I turned on my high heels and walked swiftly to the kitchen to prepare a tray. Returning to the living room, where everyone was comfortably seated, I passed the tray to each and prepared their coffee and brandy as they requested.

After serving everyone, my Master said, "Now my little sissy-slut, it is SHOW TIME. Since the remainder of the evening will deal with, shall we say 'entertainment', the first thing you can do is remove your uniform so that your new feminine attributes will be clearly visible to our guests." I unzipped my black satin uniform, letting it slide off my body to the floor, and then stepped out of it. I could almost feel the cruel lusting stare of Master Jack, as well as the amused sadistic grins of the Mistresses.

Standing at attention with my arms at my side and my head submissively bowed, my feminine garbed body was openly displayed to all. Placing his hand under my chin, my Master raised my face forcing me to look at the smirking expressions of my former acquaintances. "Jack, Gloria, you see before you the results of Jennifer's and my efforts. I know I don't have to remind you of what a snobbish bastard this creature used to be. Well those days are truly a thing of the past. Gone is its false pride, self-will, mental and physical freedom, and, as you can plainly see from the frilly girlish clothes it wears, practically all of its masculinity. Instead, all that remains is a sissy boy/girl, eager to serve her Masters. Although still technically a male, it is laughable to even consider it being a man. Also, despite always wearing extremely girlish clothes and only being referred to in feminine terms, it is not a female either. What it is, is a sissy she-male slut. She readily admits her total inadequacies, stupidity, submissive nature, and desperate need to be constantly directed and controlled by her superiors. In short, she has become a dumb-feminized-bitch that is a perfect tool to be used to improve the quality and comfort of life of her OWNER."

"In order to enhance her appearance as a sissy she has been given female hormones for over a year. The results are quite evident - a curvy little ass, just perfect for fucking, rounded fleshy hips, smooth rather than muscular arms and shapely legs, and, best of all in my opinion, a lovely set of soft tender breasts." "Are you telling us that those tits are real?", Master Jack said in a disbelieving tone. "Exactly that, Jack. Go kneel before Master Jack so that he can examine your pretty titties, francine!", he ordered.