A Day in the Life of a Chastity Maid
You may have your own idea of what a day in the life of
a chastity maid is like…. and since I happen to be one, I have mine.
A chastity maid no longer qualifies as a husband or even a boyfriend for that matter.
She’s now merely a sissy maid, which is barely one notch up from male chastity slave status.
A chastised sissy maid serves only to make the life of her Mistress (and
her friends) easier…. A LOT EASIER.
My day begins early in the morning, long before my Mistress wakes up. I start
off my daily routine with shaving, showering and applying full make-up.
I then put on a bra, panties and nylons under her sexy maid’s outfit. My maid’s uniform is completed with 4 inch patent leather pumps.
It’s now time for me to wake my Mistress up without any touching. As a sissy
maid, I’ve learned my place.
I proceed to serve her coffee and fruit for breakfast
and then scurry off to run her shower. While Mistress is in the bathroom getting ready for work,
I lay out her clothes for the day, as per instructions from the night before.
I now run off to my bathroom, as fast as my high heels
will allow me, so I can get ready to go to work. Yes, I’m still legally
married to Mistress and although I’m no longer needed to play the part of her
husband, I’m still required to pay it.
The income from my job serves to keep my Mistress’s dresser drawer full
of fine lingerie and her shoe closet packed with expensive high heels.
Then there are the costs associated with her hairdresser, manicurist, tanning salon, health club
membership, massage therapist and tennis lessons to take care of.
I am also required to put away a good portion of my pay check in a vacation fund…..
for Mistress and her boyfriend. Once, every so often, they take me along to serve
as their personal maid, dressed as such. I’m not quite passable, so it’s
an overall humiliating experience for me.
Once my make-up is off, I jump into the shower and attempt to clean around
and under my
CB-6000. It hasn’t been removed for three
straight months now as Mistress’s new boyfriend isn’t yet completely sold on my role as a chastity
maid and feels a bit insecure with another ‘man’ living under the same roof as his girlfriend.
As a good chastity sissy maid should, I always wear a pair of panties, a garter belt and nylon stockings under
my ‘male’ work clothes.
Once I get to work, I can expect a daily text from my Mistress telling me to run an errand
or two during my lunch hour. I usually forgo eating any lunch as I’m expected to keep my
girlish figure in tip-top shape.
I rush home after work to re-apply my make-up, get dressed, don a frilly
apron and began preparing dinner. Mistress’s boyfriend is coming over for the evening and everything must be
perfect. If it isn’t, she has a penchant for the riding crop and has proven
that she’s not shy about using it on me when necessary.
My Mistress arrives home and I must greet her at the door, kneel down and
kiss the tips of the toes of her high heels. I then take her coat and purse and brings
her a glass of wine before continuing with dinner preparations.
When her boyfriend arrives a bit later, I must greet him at the door,
kneel and kiss his shoes. I absolutely HATE doing this this but Mistress claims that
this submissive behavior of her chastity maid produces a warm glow inside of her pussy.
Her boyfriend and her sip wine and make-out on the couch while I work on
dinner. After eating, she calls me in to inform me that while she’s feeling exhausted and not up to any lovemaking for the evening, her lover is quite
horny and will require some ‘feminine attention’.
I am instructed to clear the table, clean up the kitchen and then head upstairs to get all
dolled up. I am told to freshen my make-up, apply extra long false eyelashes, then put on
my sexiest lingerie and highest heels. I am admonished not to keep them waiting long.
My Mistress always like to have her boyfriends set the proper tone early on in
their relationship in order to show her chastity maid who the real man of the house is. Tonight is that night.
She has me swallow a muscle relaxant, gives her boyfriend a Viagra, sits
back with a glass of wine, and watches the mayhem begin. It’s quite an erotic and
enjoyable show for her as I’m forced to show off my improving oral
skills and then eventually I get the shit thoroughly fucked out of me.
Her and her lover then head off to the bedroom while her chastity maid is left to clean up the mess.
The following morning I lightly knock on her bedroom door, fully dressed
and made-up of course, to take their breakfast-in-bed order. The delicious eggs
benedict and champagne meal that I serve has rendered my Mistress quite horny and
her boyfriend also seems aroused.
I am instructed to bring in a pad and pen so I can write down my chores for the day. As
I prepare to receive my orders, she sits up and straddles her lover, guiding his now raging
hard-on into her wet pussy.
She then erotically gives me my instructions; vacuum the entire house,
hand-wash her bras and panties, detail the car as they will be going out tonight,
press her boyfriend’s shirt and shine his shoes.
Mistress begins to softly moan as she is telling me to wake them both at noon after
making love followed by a short nap. She can now no longer talk so just snaps her fingers as a signal for
me to leave so I can begin my work…. while she plays.
I wake them up on cue and my mistress is horny again. Her boyfriend doesn’t
seem to be responding in like fashion so her chastity maid (me) is instructed to ‘fluff’
him up to size. I’m am then forced to stand there and watch them make love as a painful reminder of
my inability to please a woman with my shrunken and caged-up dick.
The sight of her chastised, feminized and frustrated maid standing there,
sexually denied, while she is free to make love with abandon is just too much for
her. It soon sends her tumbling over the edge, screaming in delight. Her lover follows suit shortly.
I used to be required to clean my Mistress’s my pussy after intercourse but
I’ve since been cut off from all sexual intimacy and contact. I am made to perform ‘clean-up duty’ on
her boyfriend however. I have learned to do this without flinching as the memory of one of
her brutal ‘cock caning’ sessions is forever entrenched in my mind.
After showering, she has her boyfriend go out and inspect the car to make sure
it is detailed to her satisfaction. When he returns, she calls her chastity maid in
as she has a little surprise for me.
It seems that her lover is having concerns over the security of my
chastity. She has assured him that it is very secure and I’m rarely let out except for quarterly supervised orgasms of the most humiliating variety.
Never-the-less, he has insisted that I get a
male chastity piercing for my dick as added security. She wholeheartedly agrees and instructs
me to make an appointment that afternoon to get a PA piercing for the end of my dick. I’m
told to request a young female technician to perform the piercing. She and her boyfriend
plan to accompany me and watch the entire procedure.
She then informs me that, from this point forward, her lover will be taking sole possession of the key to my chastity cage. I
immediately turn pale and begin to visibly shake but I eventually calm down enough to
re-assess my predicament.
I will now be performing sissy maid duties for two. I am instructed to go fetch
my lipstick. When I return I am told to fall to my knees, crawl over to where her boyfriend is sitting and re-do my lips.
She then removes the key to my chastity cage from around her neck, hands it to
her lover and orders me to unzip his pants and gently pull his growing dick out. “He now has the key to your cage”,
she says to me. “If you want to cum again anytime soon, kiss it softly and sweetly, as if it’s the most important thing in the world to you.”
And I do.
I’m a perfect example that a sissy maid can only be at her best when her dick is kept locked up. Being kept in a constant state of arousal helps me to focus my attention where it should be, on my chores.