My New Sissy Toy
January 25, 2010 by Vicky
Yes, my mystery is solved and in such a story book fashion I am still a little startled at how it all worked out. I was right on who my sissymaid was from last weekend. It was Josh, a co-worker at an office I do temp work in.
Let me tell you how it happened. This afternoon I was out running errands when my phone rang. Josh was calling because some other nosy worker was telling him I was asking about him. So he wanted to know why?
Instead of answering his question, I asked him if he had something to tell me?? I stood there in the parking lot with my phone to my ear, waiting in silence. He finally asked if we could meet? So I had him buy me lunch so he could tell me in person.
My coworker came to lunch in full ladies wear to the point that her clutch nicely matched her freshly polished pumps. Clutch would be a purse like handbag. And she/he could walk like they were born to wear those pumps, I wasn’t so lucky.
Just kinda bear with me as I try to explain this lunch and its aftermath. She/he goes by the name Melanie and has been living this double life for years. In fact that’s the reason he/she moved here was to be more open and able to be this way. Her/he always liked working with me and wanted to know more, but never knew how to approach me.
We both suffer from a semi-hidden life and fear losing the much needed job if anything got out. With Vegas unemployment now over 13%, discretion is always on our minds with topics like this one.
We talked about how things can kind of work out. What are the odds that his fantasy girl ends up showing up at a swingers party hosted by his/her Master and Mistress? The fact that he/she now gets to see me in all my naked glory plus best sexual action and can’t do a thing about it
In fact he/she confessed that they got so excited watching me that day, that he/she had tried to get an erection and got punished for making a mess in his/her panties. That explains why I saw him/her without panties and in the painful cock cage when we left.
To be honest, my ego gets a little inflated when he/she explains the nightly thoughts of me playing with her/him has fueled their masturbation fantasies. I can say at this point, I was probably blushing and fuming at the same time not knowing what way to go with this lunch. I mean its nice to be admired by a man or a woman, to be complimented,but what or where does this fall in??
I don’t know where it came from, but I just leaned across the table, looked looked little Missy in the eyes and told him/her in no uncertain terms that his/her little dick was never going to get anywhere near me like he/she saw at that party, so kiss that hot, sexy fantasy goodbye. I don’t mind the kinky fetish or the oddity. Hell, I love how he/she wears it all so well in public. But that’s where I draw the line.
Maybe I was a bit embarrassed that he/she really did look kind of hot in her dress and the makeup was perfect and the haor and everything was pretty dam convincing.
The silence at the table was deafening when he/she finally spoke again and explained that I missed the point and that they were really sorry. All he/she wanted to be was my sissy maid for a day. To be allowed to serve me and let me see him/her work like a slut slave they are. He/she started to choke up telling me how sex with me was never even thought of. that he was never good enough for sex with a real lady like me and the best fantasies were always about service, humiliation and punishment for failing at cleaning or washing or whatever was on his/her mind that day.
So that’s where I offered to pull my foot out of my mouth and deeply apologize. But if service was on the mind, than lets get your pink pantied tight ass over to my house now and clean the place up!! It’s my day off and I could use the help!! Hearing that, you would have thought this girl/guy/ whatever was just awarded the gold star. Her/his face lit up and ran off to pay the bill.
Yes boys and girls. I got my entire house cleaned and laundry done and start to cook a nice dinner, while I sat on my butt and watched Oprah and made my new sissymaid do the work. With plans for a repeat next week.
What was his/her reward? Nothing but a butt beating with my hairbrush every time they came near me with an erection. I never once had an urge to suck him/her off. I just felt so emboldened to order them to start masturbating while I beat that butt red and hear him/her beg for mercy. It was actually very enjoyable exercise!
Love and lashed
Vegas Vicky!
