Absence makes the heart grow fonder

By: Londonpansy49

1. An unexpected announcement

It was just after 3 o'clock in the afternoon on a mid-May day in one of
the suburbs of London. Seven people were gathered together in the
sitting room of a semi-detached house entirely typical of the
neighbourhood, set in a small side street, but just off a busy High
Street. As it was still light, the curtains were not drawn but the light
had been switched on, so that any person walking by would be able to
glance in the room and see what was going on. And what was going on was
definitely not a scene which would be repeated in very many of the
neighbouring houses!

The room was comfortably furnished with a pair of two-seater sofas and a
single armchair. Five of the people in the room were sitting in them. On
each of the sofas a man and a woman were sitting and it was easy to see,
from the way that the man's arm was around the woman's shoulder and she
was leaning into his body, that they were an item. Sitting in the
armchair was a third woman. The two couples were each white people, in
the early to mid-thirties, but the other lady was black and slightly
older, probably in her mid-40s. However, in spite of her probable age,
she was attractive, being tall, heavy breasted and muscular. There was
something severe about her appearance, with her hair swept back off her
face and wearing little make-up apart from her crimson lipstick. This
feeling of sternness was enhanced by the plain white blouse and calf-
length black leather skirt she is wearing,  along with the 4 inch heeled
stilettos, making her over 6 feet in height.

Each of the five people was dipping into the food placed on a table set
before them in the room, filled with sandwiches of various types and
other dainties. Each of them was looking over the two occupants of the
room not sitting comfortably.

The subjects of the gaze were kneeling on the carpet facing the
armchair. I was one of the two kneeling. My name is Polly; I was wearing
a black baby-doll nightie, black ruffled panties, a black suspender belt
and black seamed stockings, with 3 inch heeled black court shoes. My
face was fully made up, with foundation, a pink blusher on the cheeks,
mascara, pink eye shadow (and lots of it) and pink lipstick. My finger-
and toenails were varnished in a shade to match my lipstick. The person
kneeling next to me was Molly. Molly was wearing a pink baby-doll
nightie, pink ruffled panties, a white suspender belt and white seamed
stockings, with 3 inch heeled pink court shoes. Molly's make up was
identical to mine.

You might think it odd that we were so dressed in mid-afternoon but that
was not the biggest oddity. I am, or rather was, a man, as was Molly.
Now we are a pair of sissy cuckolds under the domination of ours wives
and their ultra-masculine lovers. We are kneeling to hear our owners'
plans for the next few days.

The names of one of the couples are Jennifer and Ron. Jennifer is my
wife and Ron is her lover. The other couple are Christine and Jim.
Christine is Molly's wife and Jim is her lover. Christine is Jennifer's
younger sister. As far as Molly and I are concerned, they are Mistress
Jennifer, Mistress Christine, Master Ron and Master Jim. The two men are
entirely the physical opposites of Molly and me.  Molly and I are each
about 5 feet 6 inches in height and are slightly built. Master Ron is
nearly six feet in height and very well-muscled, the product of his work
as a bricklayer. Master Jim is over 6 feet in height, also muscular from
the sport he plays - rugby. Both of them happily use their physical
domination over us to keep us in the places we have been given - at the
bottom of the heap.

The four of them, via Jennifer, were announcing to the two of us their
plans for the weekend ahead. Neither Molly nor I had any idea what is
coming.

"Right, girls, now this is Belle, or rather Auntie Belle, as far as you
are concerned. She will be in charge of you until Monday night."

I glanced at Molly, who was also looking at me. Mistress Jennifer
stopped at this point and then chuckled to herself.

"I know exactly what is going through those sissy brains, I can read the
pair of you like a book, what is happening and where are our dear
Mistresses and Masters going? Isn't that right?"

We both nodded.

"Well, the four of us are off to Portugal for a long weekend and we'll
be back late on Monday. I could see, Polly, that you wanted to know what
I was up to in my bedroom - well, I was packing and my case is on the
bed, as are the cases of Chrissie, Ron and Jim. We moved them into the
house while you two were busy in the kitchen, preparing the lovely food
we are eating. As the cases are far too much weight for feeble sissies
like you, the real men here will go up and bring them down while
Christine and I explain what will happen over the next few days."

Our Masters then left the room. Mistress Christine then took over.

"Right, Molly and Polly, you will both be here until we get back and
under the control, I should say, the very firm control of Auntie Belle.
She has complete control over you while we are away, oh, except for one
thing. Get on your feet, drop your panties, take off your baby dolls and
assume the sissy inspection position."

We both teetered to our feet in our stilettos, removed our baby dolls
and panties, put our hands behind the backs of our heads, pushed our
breasts forward and our bottoms back. We both fixed smiles on our faces.
The three women laughed at our humiliating pose. The absence of panties
meant that our tiny cocks, both about 2 inches long when flaccid, could
be seen, while the removal of our baby dolls made the total absence of
any body hair, including any pubic hair, apparent. The hairless state
made our tiny dicks even more ridiculous. The degree of control
exercised over us was shown by the fact that our cocks were held firmly
in chastity devices, the clear plastic preventing any possibility of an
erection.

"As you see, Belle, the one thing you won't have control over are their
little pricks, as the keys to their restraints are on our persons at all
times. So, as we agreed when we spoke on your mobile, you can make them
do whatever you want, except get them hard. If you want to have a full
inspection before our taxi arrives, please go ahead. They're your
sissies for the next three days! Did you make use of the measurements I
sent you to get any items for them?"

Our controller for the next three days smiled, but there was no mirth in
it.

"Thank you, Christine, I certainly did buy a few things and I'll take up
your invitation to have a good feel. How long is it since either was
allowed to cum?"

"Both of them had a wank on Christmas Day, as part of their present, and
they've been in their chastity devices since."

"So they must be begging for relief, well, I can make use of that, oh
yes."

As this conversation was continuing, Auntie Belle, as I knew that we
must call her or face the consequences, was fondling my body, holding my
ass cheeks apart and stroking my testicles - with the inevitable result
of a failed attempt to get hard. All the women laughed. Belle again
smiled her wintry smile.

"Yes, ladies, you have done a good job on them, so I know that I am
going to enjoy this so much. Now, to be clear, are these sissies cock
trained, as I might invite a couple of male friends over?"

The Mistresses laughed.

"Oh, yes, Belle, when it's our time of the month, our lovers regularly
use the sissies as a substitute."

I flushed with embarrassment at the ease with which my regular rogering
was discussed.

"I see that both of them have developing breasts. Are they on pills and
creams?"

"Yes, my Jim is a doctor, so he prescribes them; they've been on them
for about three months now. Jim reckons in about another three months
they'll totally lose any ability for their little willies to get hard
and they should have nice tits by then. The pills and creams are in my
bedside cabinet; just pop the pills in and smooth the cream in every
morning."

With that, Auntie Belle nodded and then gave my developing breasts
another fondle and my increasingly sensitive nipple a pinch. I reacted;
she smiled.

"And what about butt plugs and dildos?"

"They've had butt plugs up them, as part of a punishment when either has
been naughty. But not the dildo."

"Do you mind if I introduce them to the strap-on?"

Mistress Jennifer laughed and clapped her hands, while Mistress
Christine just giggled.

"No, Belle, feel free!" said Jennifer.

"OK, ladies, I think that is all. Oh, and public exposure, is that OK?"

I again looked at Molly. There had been regular parties at the house
where people had seen us, including people we had worked with, and we
had worked as maids in other houses in the neighbourhood, but full-on
public exposure was new - and alarming. Both Molly and I had clung to
scraps of our former identities by keeping part-time jobs, even if they
were menial and although our obvious feminization rendered us laughing
stocks; mine was as the office junior in the firm where I had been a
manager, while Molly was also the junior in the office of the store he
had run when a man. But we were not on open display. Now it seemed
likely that anyone would see us as sissies.

Our Mistresses exchanged glances. Mistress Jennifer shrugged her
shoulders.

"Why not? It's about time that everyone knew what a pair of pansies they
are. Care to tell us what you had in mind?"

"Jennifer, if you don't mind, I'll keep that secret from you until you
come back, so you can enjoy being told all about the experience." She
smiled, even more wolfishly than before. I shuddered at the thought of
the humiliation that was to come. Mistress Jennifer smiled, nodded
agreement and then turned to us.

"Right, pansies, you now know the score. Auntie Belle will be in charge.
She obviously has full rights to punish you if you do misbehave but I
hope for your sakes that she can tell me that you were perfect. I know
that I speak for Mistress Christine and your Masters as well as me, in
saying that, if you get a bad report, any punishment Auntie Belle gives
you for the original fault will be as nothing to what you get when we
get back. So do not let us down! And on your knees!"

We knelt as ordered and both hung our heads as we thought about what we
had been told.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. In the house, it was normally my duty
to answer the door but Mistress Jennifer peremptorily told us to remain
where we were. The door was answered and Master Jim called out.

"Taxi's here. Come on, girls."

With that, our Mistresses got up, wished Auntie Belle good bye and left
the room. There was not a word for us. I heard the door shut on the
sounds of four happy people going off on a long weekend of sun, sea and
lots of sex.

2. Auntie Belle's first tasks

All that Molly and I could do was await our first interaction with the
woman who would dominate us for the next three days. I was conscious of
her gaze upon us both.

"As sissies cannot understand very much, I keep to a few basic
principles. I am in charge and you sissies are here to follow my orders?
Is that clear?"

"Yes, Auntie Belle." We both murmured.

"And by following my orders, I mean completely and promptly; dawdling
and suggesting that you don't like an order will lead to punishment -
and a bad report to your Mistresses. You know from what Mistress
Jennifer said what that means when they are back. Right, although your
Mistresses have done a decent job on you, I saw from the way you dared
to show a negative reaction to public exposure that you still have some
small streak of rebelliousness in you. Well, I'm going to go a long way
over the next three days to getting rid of that."

She stopped and glared at us. We hung our heads in realisation that the
next few days would be very humiliating and probably very painful.

"OK, now we understand each other, let's get on. Get off your knees and
put your panties back on, but leave the baby dolls off. I've just got a
few things to get out of my bag to help you get started."

With that, Auntie Belle turned in the chair and lifted a large suitcase,
with ease, from behind the sofa and in front of her. She unlocked it.
She first removed from the case a strap which a moment's glance revealed
was a tawse, with its split ends and its prospect of painful punishment.
After this, she took out two waist aprons, a large bottle of Vaseline
and two large butt plugs, closing the case after removing them, and
again placing the case behind the sofa. She first lifted up one of the
aprons, showing us the front, smiling as she did so.

The aprons were white, frilled around the edges and very similar to
maid's aprons we had worn before - with one exception. Embroidered on
the apron in bold pink lettering were two words - Sissy Cuckold.

"You will wear these aprons whenever I tell you and you will put them on
now. Do so!"

Both Molly and I put the aprons on, fastening the aprons with a big bow
at the back, as we had been trained to do.  Auntie Belle made us turn
around so that she could check on the bow.

"Good, that will do nicely. Now for the butt plugs, as one of these up
your bum is the best reminder to a sissy cuckold of his status."

With that, Auntie Belle rose from the chair and picked up the Vaseline
jar and one of the butt plugs. She walked behind me.

"Bend over and lower your panties to your knees."

I obeyed and felt fingers invade my rectum, greasing me up. But even
with the greasing, it was still a shock as Auntie Belle brutally thrust
the butt plug inside me. I felt totally filled, totally humiliated and
completely sissified. Auntie Belle then repeated the process with Molly,
who seemed on the verge of tears after the invasion.

"Now don't you girls pretend that you don't like a big butt plug up you.
When there isn't a cock available, all you sissies love whatever is
available to go up your bums. Right, panties up!"

She then returned to her chair and again picked up her bag and opened
it. This time she took out two short and thick cut pieces of wood,
roughly finished and handed one to each of us. She returned to the bag
and pulled out two small, straight-bladed pairs of scissors, again
giving us one each.

"I noticed when I arrived that the front lawn needs trimming in places.
Use the planks to kneel on; you should, if you work as hard as you
should, be able to finish before nightfall."

After finishing, she smiled and then giggled.

"OK, off you go, Molly, you do the right hand side of the garden facing
the door, so, Polly, you do the left side of the garden. We'll have a
prize for the one who does the best job by, say 6 o'clock; the winner
will get six with my tawse and panties on, but the loser gets 12 and
panties lowered."

Both Molly and I turned slowly and reluctantly towards the door of the
sitting room. Our unwillingness made an immediate impression on Auntie
Belle.

"I warned you that I don't accept dawdling when it comes to carrying out
orders. So, sissies, get out in that front garden NOW!"

I was closer to Auntie Belle when she delivered this tirade and it was
immediately followed by a sharp blow to my bottom from the tawse. That
persuaded me to pick up my pace, to open the front door and get into the
garden. Auntie Belle followed.

"Right, girls, I want you facing the door while working; I don't want
you flashing your tits at all the men passing by. Start at the top of
the lawn, nearest the door, working from left to right, and then work
your way down. Better work hard; I wouldn't want you catching cold. I'll
just slip a coat on while I watch you work."

I realized that the real reasons we were to face the door were that we
could not see who was looking at us, all passers-by, on foot or in cars,
would have a clear view of our pantie-clad behinds and anyone who looked
closely at our panties would see the butt plugs inside us. So the result
was total humiliation. I went to the appointed section, to the spot
where work should start, put the plank down, knelt on it and starting
"trimming" the lawn; what else could I do?

The next two hours were undoubtedly the most humiliating of my life -
until then, at least. All passers-by saw us wearing nothing but panties,
suspender belts, stockings and shoes, with our pantie-clad bottoms high
in the air as we leant forward to use the ridiculous scissors in our
equally absurd task. The first few people who went by on foot either
laughed or wolf-whistled or made crude and derogatory remarks about
"queers" and "exhibitionist fairies". Whenever a car drove by, I steeled
myself for comments, which were often made, accompanied by tooting of
the horn.

It was not long before the main problem associated with the task became
obvious; after a few minutes kneeling on the hard and rough plank, knees
would start to hurt. After putting up with the increasing pain for as
long as I could, I put the scissors down, placed my hands on the ground
and lifted my knees off the plank. Within a few seconds, Auntie Belle
was down the garden path and advancing on me, clearly furious. She
started shouting.

"Who gave you permission to stop working, you lazy cow! Pick up those
scissors at once and get on with the task I have given you. How dare you
act without asking me!"

She then moved behind me and delivered three vigorous blows on each
buttock cheek. Needless to say, I quickly picked the scissors, knelt on
the plank and carried out trimming the lawn. Auntie Belle then spoke to
us.

"If you have to stop work, raise your hand that is not holding the
scissors and wait until I have given you permission to speak, then ask
for the right to stop working, giving your reasons. I shall then decide
whether or not the reason you have given is good enough."

At that, Molly raised his hand. Auntie Belle looked at him.

"Yes, Molly, what is it?"

"Please, Auntie Belle, can I stop work for a moment, just to raise my
knees off this plank, as it's hurting a lot."

"No, you may not, if you were concentrating on doing a good job of work,
you wouldn't notice, so get on - and no hands up from either of you for
the next 15 minutes."

Even after this, every few minutes, Auntie Belle would stride into the
garden to check on our work; this was accompanied by sneers of derision
as to how little we had accomplished, followed by two or three hard
blows from her tawse, delivered with her considerable force behind them.
These punishments were generally accompanied by remarks such as:-

"Sissies need to be encouraged to work hard." Or

"A good belting only ever improves sissy servants."

After a while, the mixture of the pain from both increasingly sore knees
and bottom and the shame and humiliation from the exposure meant that I
started to sob. This provoked an immediate reaction from Auntie Belle.

"Shut that noise, Polly, or I really will give you reason to wail! Never
heard such nonsense, sissies daring to moan over a simple task, I think
that I am going to have your Mistress a very bad report for you when she
comes back."

I managed to control my sobbing and resumed my efforts to trim the lawn.
Then, a few minutes later I thought, I heard the click of high heels
come up to where we were working and then come to a stop.

"Well, I assume that it's you, Molly and Polly, I see that your
Mistresses have extended your duties and in such a fetching outdoor
uniform, at least, you won't get anything important too dirty. Oh, and
who are you?"

I knew the voice. It was Philippa Connor, who lived two doors away and
had frequently been a guest of my Mistress at several of her dinners or
parties. Mrs Connor, as she was to me, was a divorcee of around 40, with
two teenage sons, she was a very attractive blonde; I felt that it was
doubly humiliating that a woman I could have fancied, had I not been
changed into being a sissy, should now catch me in the most demeaning
moment yet of my sissy life.

I was conscious of Auntie Belle walking down the garden path towards the
gate and engaging in conversation with Mrs Connor as she did so.

"Good afternoon, my name is Belle. Jennifer has gone off on a long
weekend in Portugal with her lover, Ron, as well as her sister Christine
and her lover, Jim, so somebody was needed to look after these two
sissies. So I agreed to keep them on the straight and narrow, as it
were. I am a strong believer that sissies need to be kept busy, need
firm discipline and benefit from consistent humiliation, so I thought
that a little light gardening might be a good start. I also thought that
a little reminder of the status of these two would be helpful. Girls,
stop what you are doing, stand up and turn around so that the lady can
see your lovely new aprons."

We obeyed and Mrs Connor laughed when she saw the embroidered text on
the apron.

"Well, I know from what Jennifer has told me at her lovely parties that
is an entirely accurate description of both her Polly and her sister's
Molly. Well, I won't keep these two from their work. In fact, seeing
these two gives me an idea. As well as my two boys, I was going to have
both my sister and her husband and my brother and his wife over for
dinner on Sunday night and was thinking of inviting Mr and Mrs Armitage,
who live in the house between us - I live two doors away. Why don't you
come and bring the sissies? I am sure that we can find a use for them,
with ten people sitting down to dinner. Neither of my siblings or their
other halves have met Molly and Polly and I'm sure they'll love the
experience, so do come. My name is Philippa, by the way, Philippa
Connor."

"Thank you, Philippa, the invitation is kind of you, of course I accept,
on my behalf and on behalf of the sissies. How nice it is that I can
just make that decision without having to worry at all about what those
sissies think. What time?"

"Oh, I think that I could use them from about half past six on, as they
can answer the door and entertain my guests while I'm cooking. See you
then."

"Fine, at half past six then, I'll have them appropriately dressed. OK,
girls, back to work, but first a nice curtsey to Mrs Connor and a thank
you to her for the invitation."

"Thank you, Mrs Connor, for the invitation." This was accompanied by a
deep curtsey. We then turned back to the task set for us.

Over the next hour, there were several conversations between Auntie
Belle and other neighbours, as people were surprised but also deeply
amused by the sight we made.  Then came the sound which I dreaded most,
the long, regular, heavy tread of a man, in this case, the next door
neighbour, Mr Armitage. He and his wife were regular attenders at the
dinners and parties which my wife gave and both of them delighted in
taunting and humiliating Molly and me.

The first sound was a loud guffaw.

"Well, well, well, two fairies at the bottom of the garden - and hard at
work, as well. What has your Mistress required to do?"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Auntie Belle walking down the garden
path.

"Carry on with your task, girls. Hello, my name is Belle. Jennifer is
away for a few days with her lover, Ron, as well as her sister and her
lover, in Portugal, for a bit of sun, a bit of sea and lots of sex. She
asked me to look after this pair of sissy cuckolds while she is away.
And you are...?"

"I'm Roy Armitage, I live next door with my wife, Marjorie,
unfortunately she's away at her sister's house, God, she will be sorry
to have missed the sight of these two sissies doing the garden."

He then broke out laughing, almost fit to burst. Auntie Belle joined in.
I flushed with the humiliation.

"Yes, Roy, I do think that it was not a bad idea of mine, was it? You
said your wife was away, does that mean that you are on your own this
weekend?"

"Yes, it does."

"Well, why don't you come over later and spend the evening here? We
could order a takeaway, as I don't know the area I'll be guided by you."

"Well, thanks, Belle, I'll take you up on that. There's a very good
Chinese just around the corner who do deliveries to the door."

"OK, shall we say 6.30 here, and we can choose then. Bring a menu and a
bottle of wine, will you, Roy?"

"Righto."

I then heard his footsteps move away.

After about another half an hour, or so I guessed, Auntie Belle spoke.

"That will have to do. Roy will be around in 45 minutes or so and I want
to look my best for him. So I'll check your efforts."

With that, she moved down the garden and looked at the two areas of
lawn, which we had "trimmed" in accordance with her orders.

"I don't think that I've seen a more pathetic attempt at carrying out my
orders in years. I can't work out which is less bad. So you will both
get punished as losers, and with double punishment. You will each get
twelve strokes of the tawse on each buttock. Now, into the house, you
idle pair of fairies!"

3. The first evening

Two minutes later, Molly and I were in the sitting room, facing the
window but bent over for punishment, panties down to our ankles,
awaiting the inevitable. About the only good thing was that Auntie Belle
had removed our butt plugs and put them in the kitchen. Auntie Belle was
behind us and I heard the swish as she swung the tawse through the air,
just to build up the sense of fear in her two victims.

"Right, Molly, you are first. Polly, while I am punishing Molly, rather
than standing there like a useless, idle sissy, you can take my case up
to the principal guest bedroom, which is what your Mistress said I could
use. I take it you know where that is? Take your panties off first."

I removed my panties and handed them to Auntie Belle, who threw them
onto one of the sofas.

"Yes, Auntie Belle, it's on the top floor and it has its own shower and
all other facilities."

"Good, just put the case on the bed, I shudder to think what a mess you
would make of hanging my dresses up. Once you've done that, come back
down to the kitchen and wait at attention until I call you after I've
finished with Molly."

I quickly walked over to where Auntie Belle had put her case and picked
it up. It was heavy and it would not be easy for me to carry it up four
flights of stairs while wearing 3 inch heels.  Nonetheless, I managed to
pick up and walked over to the door, then passed out and up the stairs.
As I left, I heard Auntie Belle telling Molly about the behaviour
required while she took her punishment.

Very carefully placing one foot before the other, I ascended the four
flights of stairs to the bedroom that Auntie Belle was going to occupy
and placed the case on the large, comfortable double bed that she had,
so different to the narrow single bed that was now my lot, except when I
was required for oral service by my Mistress and her lover.

I then moved as swiftly as I could back down the stairs. As I descended,
I heard the swish of the tawse and the loud crack as it landed on
Molly's buttocks. I was conscious that she was sobbing from the effects
of the punishment. Not wishing to be accused of eavesdropping, I
scurried into the kitchen and stood at attention, awaiting the call.

I heard Molly come down the corridor and she entered the kitchen. She
had her baby doll nightie on once more but her panties had been shoved
into her mouth. Her hands were folded on top of her head and I could see
that she had been crying. I thought it sensible to remain at attention,
a position which Molly also took up.

"Polly, get in here!"

With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I headed into the sitting room,
where Auntie Belle was standing, idly swinging her tawse. She turned to
me.

"Bend over, Polly, right over, so that your wrists are near your ankles.
As I have found out from Molly that you don't know how to behave when
getting punished, I am going to fix you in position."

A couple of minutes later, I was bent over, with my left wrist fastened
to my right ankle and my right wrist to my left ankle. I was unable to
move and completely at the mercy of the woman given control over us.

"Right, Polly, for that display of idleness in the garden, not to
mention that display of sluttishness, I noticed you wiggling your bottom
when you heard somebody go by, in the hopes that it was a man, I guess,
you will receive twelve strokes of my tawse on each cheek.

After each stroke, you will announce the number and thank me for
correcting you. After the last stroke, you will rise, curtsey, thank me
and promise me that you have learnt your lesson and will be a totally
obedient, hard-working and chaste sissy maid from now on. Are my
instructions clear?"

"Yes, Auntie Belle."

"I shall start on your right cheek."

Nothing then happened for a few seconds as Auntie Belle allowed the
vulnerability of my position to sink in. Then the first blow fell. I
choked back the cry and made the necessary statement.

"One, thank you, Auntie Belle, for correcting me."

The blows continued to fall and after each one I made the humiliating
statement, but more slowly each time and with more and more of a sob in
the voice until I was crying freely. My buttocks were turning redder and
redder from the blows delivered firmly with the savage leather belt.
Eventually the end was reached, after the twenty fourth stroke. I
managed to collect myself. After Auntie Belle had removed the ropes
holding me in position, I rose and curtseyed to Auntie Belle.

"Thank you, Auntie Belle, for correcting me. I promise that I have
learnt my lesson and will be an obedient, hard-working and chaste sissy
maid from now on."

"Good, Polly, let's hope you live up to that, because the next time, the
penalty will be doubled and I shall use the cane. Now put your baby doll
nighties on and pick up your panties from the sofa and put them in your
mouth. Then we'll go into the kitchen."

I obeyed her and preceded Auntie Belle into the kitchen. On the way, she
could not resist fondling my sore buttocks. When we arrived in the
kitchen, Molly was still at attention.

"Right, girls, you both look a sight, with your makeup ruined by your
tears. I won't have sissy servants looking a mess, so upstairs to your
bathroom, wipe all that off and reapply it. I want you back down here
inside 10 minutes and if you're not, it'll be another session with the
tawse. Remember to put your panties back in your mouths before you come
back down."

Molly and I went upstairs as fast as possible in our high heels, took
off our makeup and reapplied foundation, blusher, mascara, eye shadow
and lipstick. We were down within the allotted time - just.

"Good, girls, you've just avoided another belting. I have a guest
arriving for dinner in twenty minutes, so the next thing is to set the
table in the dining room for 2 people.   You should also put plates on
the floor, as you will be having some of the food, but obviously not at
the table. I could let you eat in the kitchen but I think that it would
be better if you stayed under my eye where I can check on what you are
up to. Right, get on with it!"

Molly and I quickly set the table in the dining room for the two people
who would be dining in comfort. We set the plates on the floor as
directed; from the position, it was clear that we would be watched by
the diners while having our food. As we worked, Auntie Belle lit and
smoked first one and then a second cigarette, stubbing them out having
only taken a few puffs.

"Right, girls, there will be two callers tonight. Firstly, Roy will be
here and then, after we have ordered our Chinese meal, there will be a
deliveryman. Obviously, you will answer the door, dressed just as you
are; be hand in hand when you go to the door and when you open it. There
will be no need for you to talk, just invite Mr Armitage in and don't
forget your curtseys to a guest in the house. I'll pay for the Chinese
on my credit card, so all you have to do is give the man his 50p tip
after taking the food off him. So, go and wait in the hall for Mr
Armitage to arrive, and at attention. I am going upstairs to change for
my dinner date. If Mister Armitage arrives before I come back
downstairs, take him into the sitting room and look after the bottle of
wine he is bringing."

I took Molly's hand and we went into the hall, while Auntie Belle went
upstairs to her room. I was apprehensive about Mr Armitage's reaction to
two pantie-less sissies, whose tiny, restrained cocks were in full view
but, at least, he had seen us before. I was more upset about being seen
by a deliveryman from the Chinese restaurant as I was sure that he would
report the incident back to everyone at the restaurant. And from there
the news could spread to other High Street shops.

The minutes crept by as we waited in the hall. Auntie Belle had not
returned downstairs when the front door bell sounded. Molly and I, hand
in hand as ordered, opened the door to Mr Armitage, who burst out
laughing when he saw us.

"Well, well, well, are your cocks ready for action? Oh no, they can't
be, can they, as they are in restraint, so you can't get a hard-on, so
you wouldn't be much help to a woman - or a man, indeed."

With that jibe, he entered the house, removing his overcoat, which he
just threw at us. Fortunately, Molly caught it. We walked ahead of him,
leading him to the sitting room. Of course, this provided him with a
first class view of our reddened buttocks, which drew another guffaw.

"Looks like you fairies haven't been working hard enough to satisfy a
demanding Mistress, doesn't it?   Well, it'll teach you a lesson. If I
were in charge of you, I give you a good dose of the slipper every day,
just as a reminder of your place. "

We walked to the entry to the sitting room, turned and executed our
curtseys and pointed into the room. Mr Armitage walked in, handing Molly
both a bottle of wine and a menu, then sauntered over to the sofa and
sat down.

"You pair had better get out into the hallway and be attention if those
were your Mistress's orders. I take it she's getting ready upstairs, is
she?"

All that Molly and I could do was point at our panties stuffed into our
mouths.

"I can see that the pair of you have got knickers in your mouths. You
fairies have no end of perversions, do you? Just take the knickers out
and answer my question?"

Now, as I am sure Auntie Belle was aware, we were caught. If either of
us removed our panties and answered the question, once Auntie Belle was
aware of that, she could regard it as disobedience and punish us
accordingly.  But, on the other hand, a failure to answer a direct
question from a guest could be regarded as rudeness and also give rise
to punishment. We knew that it was completely unfair, but then that was
the lot of sissy cuckolds.

As we hesitated over which course to take, Auntie Belle came into the
sitting room.

"Roy, I heard you arrive. I was just putting the finishing touches to my
appearance. Will I do as your date for tonight?"

There was of course only one answer to that. Auntie Belle was wearing an
ankle-length evening gown in royal blue, which was slit to the thigh on
the right hand side of the dress. The dress was low-cut to a very
revealing extent, which merely heightened the appeal of her splendid
breasts, as she almost spilled out of the dress. Her make-up was
restrained but effective, with mascara on her lashes and a scarlet
lipstick. She looked gorgeous. I could not help it; my cock stirred in
its prison, but had to subside. Mr Armitage, without such a constraint,
immediately had an enormous and very visible hard-on. He rose from the
sofa, walked up to Auntie Belle, put one arm around her waist and kissed
her passionately on the lips.    Of course, he was making a point to us
sissies; our role in relation to Auntie Belle was that a shameful, un-
masculine submission and subjection, while his was that of manly
partner, with rights to penetration, if the lady was willing.

After many seconds had passed, Mr Armitage drew his lips away from
Auntie Belle, who smiled.

"I'll take that as a 'Yes' then. Have the sissies taken care of you?"

"Well, they've got the wine and the menu, mind you, I thought it
disrespectful when they wouldn't answer a direct question."

"They did, or rather didn't do, what?"

"I asked them where you were and all they did was point at the knickers
in their mouths."

Auntie Belle turned and stared at the pair of us. I felt my knees quake
at its cold ferocity.

"I can see that you two need another dose of the tawse. I am nice to you
and allow you to make yourselves look ridiculous by having your panties
in your mouth and you take liberties by being disrespectful to my guest.
Get out into the hallway at attention and wait until I need you. Give me
the wine and the menu, I don't trust either of you with uncorking the
wine. Roy, I'll let you choose the meal, I like chicken and rice, but
you can get the flavours."

With that, Auntie Belle seized the bottle from Molly and we were
dismissed. Of course, we knew that we had been treated completely
unjustly but knew that any protest, as a suggestion that Auntie Belle
might be wrong, would just lead to greater punishment. So we minced out
of the room and waited in the hall, hand in hand but otherwise at
attention.

Auntie Belle passed into the kitchen, we heard the cork being drawn and
her return to the sitting room with two glasses.

"Roy, would it amuse you more if we had the two sissies in the room,
facing the corners, so we can examine their well beaten bums, or do you
just not want to see the useless faggots?"

"Well, Belle, if we have them in the room, we can make absolutely sure
that they are not up to any mischief. Out of sight, they might think
about things like stroking each other's little dicks."

"Right, get in here, you two."

Molly and I entered the room and were told to occupy corners where we
could easily be seen by both Auntie Belle and Mr Armitage. We were then
told to lift our baby doll nighties so that our reddened, well-beaten
buttocks were on full view.

"You see, Roy, when dealing with sissies, you have to understand that
there are three, no four things that they need above all else. The first
of these is hard work, as a sissy exists to make life comfortable for
her Mistress or Master, so "a busy sissy is a happy sissy" is my first
motto. Secondly, a sissy needs to be humiliated regularly, just to
reinforce the fact that a sissy is now under control and what she wants
is not at all important, so being made to look and feel ridiculous, as
long as it amuses the Mistress, is essential. Thirdly, a sissy needs to
be punished, as this also shows that the Mistress is on top and the
sissy is underneath. Lastly, the sissy needs to be kept in sexual
denial; after all, sex is for a man and a woman and the sissy is neither
- she's just a sissy.

So, now you see why I had these two in the garden once I took control of
them. The work was good for them, the humiliation was lovely for
everyone who saw it and made them squirm and their inevitable failure to
meet my standards mean I had reason enough for sharp punishment. And as
for denial, well that has been well handled by their permanent
Mistresses. Right, turn around you two and start playing with your
little weeny-peenies!"

Molly and I turned around and began touching our tightly restrained
dicks. I looked up and saw that Auntie Belle had unzipped Mr Armitage's
trousers and was freeing a very large penis, stroking it with the back
of her hand as he did so. Mr Armitage was lying back on the sofa,
clearly enjoying the attention. Auntie Belle looked at me, then at Molly
and smiled.

"Now this, sissies, is what I call a cock. Something like this is what
is needed to satisfy a real woman - it's eight inches and thick with it.
No wonder your wives had to get lovers, with your pathetic two inch
dicks. Roy, I'd just love this in my pussy, I'm sure that it will be
more satisfying than relying on the tongues of these two sissies. So,
please stay over."

"Sure thing, Belle, my motto is 'never disappoint a lady.'"

Both of them laughed at this. Molly and I carried on with our playing
with ourselves, but every time either of us became a little hard, the
unyielding plastic of the restraint cut any pleasure short. As we
continued with our utterly frustrating game, Mr Armitage and Auntie
Belle chose from the menu and Auntie Belle rang up to place the order.

"It'll be half an hour. Right, you two, stop that wanking, turn and face
the wall, take your knickers out of your mouths and count up to 1,000.
After that, stuff your panties back in your mouths, then go and wait in
the hall, at attention and holding hands; I'll bring you the money for
the tip in a few minutes, after Roy and I have taken the opportunity to
get much better acquainted."

Molly and I turned again to the wall, removed our knickers and counted
out the required number, then, after replacing the knickers, we went
into the hall, waiting the next humiliation. All the time we faced the
wall, we could hear Mr Armitage and Auntie Belle kissing passionately.
About ten minutes later the ringing of the bell meant that the Chinese
meal had arrived.

Molly and I went to the door and opened it. A young man, clearly of
Asian extraction, was at the door. He started off by going through his
usual routine.

"Takeaway order, already......."

Then he really looked at the sight which faced him of two sissy males,
with panties in mouths, wearing only baby doll nighties and lingerie,
curtseying. He burst out laughing. We both flushed with the shame of our
continued exposure. Then we heard Auntie Belle's voice behind us.

"Why do you sissies not have your panties on when you answer the door,
and why are your butt plugs not up your bums? I suppose you thought
that, by wearing no knickers, you could appeal to some young man? Go and
get your butt plugs now!"

Turning to the young man at the door, Auntie Belle continued to speak.

"I do apologize for the conduct of my sissies, but they really are
totally brain-dead. The only thing they can ever concentrate on is the
male anatomy - particularly one part of it. That's why they're without
panties, hoping that they can pull. This is so rude of them you can rest
assured they'll be severely punished. Now, this will just take a moment
and then I can pay you, but I do insist that my sissies are properly
dressed when they carry out their chores, such as opening the front
door."

There was nothing that we could say; as obedient sissies, all we could
do was obey the orders of this dominant woman, return to the kitchen and
pick up our butt plugs. We returned to the hall, where Auntie Belle was
waiting.

"Give me the butt plugs. Bend over the pair of you, with your bottoms to
the door."

We had to accept this humiliation, which was followed by the greater one
of having the butt plugs driven swiftly back into place.

"Now, girls, put your panties on. Molly, here is the 50p piece. Hand it
to this kind young man and then both of you can take our dinner through
to the dining room."

Molly did as ordered and the young deliveryman left, still smiling
broadly, with a tale to tell once he returned to the High Street shop.
Molly and I then carried the meal into the dining room, followed by
Auntie Belle. We removed the cartons from the bags, placing them on the
table.

"Roy and I can serve ourselves. But you can make yourselves useful,
Molly, go and fetch two cans of baked beans from the kitchen, along with
the packet of sugar. Polly, you can pick up the ashtray with my stubbed
out cigarettes in it and bring it here as it is. Then, once you have put
those on the table, you can stand in the corners of the dining room,
hold those butt plugs up your bums but otherwise don't move an inch.
Roy darling, the food's ready!"

We scurried off to carry out Auntie Belle's orders, while Mr Armitage
came into the dining room. After placing the items on the table, we went
to our positions with our hands pushing the butt plugs up our bottoms.
Behind us, we heard the sounds of a meal being enjoyed, with the
glugging sound of wine being poured and drunk and the clink of knives
and forks on plates. I know that the smells brought home to me just how
hungry I was, having eaten nothing since breakfast.

Then I heard Auntie Belle speak.

"You know, Roy, I think that we should give some thought to feeding the
sissies. I would not want them to faint through hunger; after all,
they've got the washing-up and the clearing up to do!"

The two of them giggled.

"Belle, you're right as always. What had you in mind?"

"Watch."

Auntie Belle then opened an unopened carton of rice and tipped half onto
each of the plates that we had put on the floor a while earlier. But
then, to my horror, she opened each of the cans of baked beans and mixed
the contents of one can with the rice, then added to that by pouring
sugar over the mess and, then to crown it all, out the stubbed out
cigarettes and tobacco ash on the top. She smiled at the horrible mess
with satisfaction.

"There, a meal for slaves, rice and beans, with added tobacco and sugar.
You two here, where we can see you eat, and I don't want to see a scrap
of this lovely meal on the plates when you have finished, I want the
plates licked absolutely clean! On your knees and get your faces into
the food!"

She then placed both plates on the floor.

Molly and I walked to where she had placed the plates and sank to our
knees. We leant forward but hesitated over eating. Immediately I felt a
stiletto heel at the back of my head, which pushed my face into the
plate of food. The same treatment was meted out to Molly.

"You ungrateful bitches, after I saved a whole carton of rice for you
and added the extras. If you don't eat that, with enthusiasm, you'll eat
and drink nothing all weekend."

After this, I started to eat the mess provided, which tasted as foul as
it looked.  We were aware of mocking, cruel laughter from both of the
people sitting at the table enjoying their delightful meal, while we
sissy slaves were humiliated and shamed even in the act of eating.
Eventually, both Molly and I managed to eat what had been provided for
us and had licked our plates as clean as we were able to do. Both of our
faces were, of course, covered in bits of rice and in the sauce used to
cover the baked beans, so that we looked a complete mess. Auntie Belle
looked at us and shook her head.

"Look at the mess you two have made over a simple meal. Right, upstairs,
get washed and refresh your make-up. Then get back here, clean up the
plates and cutlery and get them into the kitchen. Then wash up, dry
everything and put it away. After that, report to us; we'll be in my
bedroom."

Molly and I did exactly as were ordered. About twenty minutes later,
tasks completed, we headed into Auntie Belle's bedroom. When we walked
into the room, we curtseyed to Auntie Belle and Mr Armitage. They were
both lying on the bed and were stark naked. This was the greatest
humiliation of all; it was an announcement that, as sissies, we did not
count in any sexual sense.

My wife had often used her nudity as a means of emphasizing her control
over me, once she had broken and sissified me; it set out absolutely
clearly that all my "male rights" had gone. It generally led to my head
being between her thighs as the only means whereby I gave her any
satisfaction. Auntie Belle was simply reinforcing this type of control.
She turned to us.

"Right, sissies, well before our main event, when Roy shags the arse off
me, we've decided on a few "first courses". Firstly, you need to be
punished for your many faults this evening, such as not answering a
direct question from a guest and answering the door with no panties on
and your butt plugs out. So, knickers off and butt plugs out, then bend
over!"

With that, Auntie Belle walked over to the dressing table and picked up
her tawse in her right hand and a long cane in her left.

"I'm going to give you six of the tawse on each cheek and then finish
the punishment off with six of the best from the cane. You count the
strokes and thank me after each one. If you move during the punishment,
I'll double it. Molly, you can go first."

So I had to stand and watch, knowing that what was being done to Molly
would shortly be meted out to me. I listened as Molly spoke the shameful
words of submission after each stroke, giving the number of the stroke,
followed by:-

"Thank you, Auntie Belle, for correcting me."

Molly managed to avoid tears during the strapping, but started to sob
once the caning began. By the time the sixth vicious stroke had been
delivered, she was sobbing freely. Auntie Belle was as brutal and
contemptuous as we had grown to expect.

"Stop your snivelling, or I'll give you six more. Remain bent over until
I say you can stand up."

Then I received the punishment as decreed by Auntie Belle. Like Molly, I
managed to avoid bursting into tears while getting the strap but the
caning led to my bursting into tears. Just like Molly, I was told to
stop the noise and remain bent over. Then Auntie Belle spoke again to Mr
Armitage.

"You know, Roy, after all this effort, I need a nice relax, so I suggest
we take advantage of what I am told by the Mistresses of these two are a
pair of well-trained sissy tongues. One of them can have the pleasure of
licking my cunt and my clit, while the other can suck your lovely cock.
They do all the work, can't get hard because of the lovely tight devices
around their cocks, and we get all the orgasms. Seems perfect to me, OK
by you?"

"Absolutely. Which one do you want?"

"You're the guest, so you choose. Anyway, there's always tomorrow
night."

"OK, I'll have Polly tonight."

"OK, Polly, shift your lazy self, kneel on the bed and start sucking
that pole. Make absolutely certain you give Mr Armitage the best blowjob
he's ever had and you take all his cum down into your sissy tummy.
Molly, you kneel next to Polly, I want to see your head between my
thighs, which is just where a sissy's head should be, and I want to feel
that tongue just where it will do the most good."

I quickly took up the position. During my sissy training, I have been
taught to please men, so that Mistress Jennifer's boyfriend can have
sexual satisfaction during her "time of the month". I hate having to do
it and everyone knows that I am hating it, which is why those who have
control over me love to force me to provide such sexual satisfaction. My
lips closed over the head of Mr Armitage's cock and my tongue slid
underneath and began to slide up and down his cock, making it even
harder. I heard Mr Armitage start to groan with the pleasure that my
stimulation was giving him. Gradually, I took more and more of his cock
in my mouth, while my tongue continued to lick and stimulate the
underside of his cock.  As I gave him the blow-job, I was aware, from
the ever more intense sounds coming from Mr Armitage that he was getting
huge pleasure from me. I was also aware, from the sounds being made by
Auntie Belle, that the efforts of Milly's tongue were having the same
effect on her.

Soon I realised that Mr Armitage was ready to ejaculate, when his right
hand went to the back of my head, denying my head any movement. Then he
came, with a pouring of hot, salty cum in my mouth, which I had no
option but to swallow as quickly as I could, but some escaped through my
lip-sticked lips, to dribble onto my chin. At almost the same time, I
heard Auntie Belle scream out loud with pleasure as she had her orgasm.
Both of us, in keeping with the training we had received, stopped our
efforts but did not move our lips away. Then Auntie Belle spoke.

"Well, your Mistresses were right, you are a good pair of cunt-lickers
and cock-suckers. I'm pleased to see that you can get some things right.
So, as a reward, you two girls are going to have a special treat, up on
your feet and bend over, legs apart."

We quickly obeyed, although Molly glanced at me, with a look that told
me she realised what was coming, as much as I did. Auntie Belle
chuckled.

"Yes, you girls are going to get nine inches of thick pleasure, not of
course Mr Armitage's cock which I shall be using for the rest of the
night, but the next best thing as far as sissies like you are concerned
- a lovely dildo each."

With that, Auntie Belle shoved, with no ceremony at all, a nine inch
dildo first up me and then one up Molly. Once again, tears flowed but we
made efforts to control them, in an attempt to avoid punishment. Auntie
Belle was as scathing as ever.

"Listen to these two, Roy, crying when we know that they are both loving
being filled up their arses. I bet they are both dreaming it's some
black hunk who's shagging them. Well, sissies, it's the best we can do.
So, on the carpet next to the bed, in the 69 position, with your arms
around each other's bums and your hands pushing the dildo in and out of
the bum. Oh, and one last thing, just to show how generous I am, you can
take each other's cocks in your mouths and have a nice suck. So when
Master Roy and I are in bed, I want to be able to hear you two eagerly
sucking away.

Of course, it's a pity that you can't have a hard-on, but, well that's a
sissy's life for you. And you can be assured that Mr Armitage and I will
make up for your inability to orgasm with a few more of our own. I
suppose that we might have as many as your wives are enjoying tonight in
their Portuguese hotel, with their well-endowed lovers!"

With that final contemptuous remark, Molly and I took up the required
position and began pushing the dildo in and out, while sucking on the
restrained cock.  Above us, on the bed, we heard the love-making start,
with wild enthusiasm.

So out first evening under the authority of Auntie Belle came to an end,
with us two sissies frustrated, penetrated and dominated, used and
abused for the amusement of those who controlled us. While the people
who had control over us, both in London and Portugal, were being fully
sated in the sexual intercourse denied to us.

As we drifted off into a troubled, uncomfortable sleep, I know that I,
and I am sure as did Molly, wondered what tomorrow would bring..............