SATURDAY

It’s Saturday again but after another week in the office there is no chance of a lazy morning in bed for me. I have been up since 5 am, which is an hour earlier than I get up during the week and this gives me time to prepare myself and drive the 30 miles to my place of "employment". As on every Saturday I arrive just before 7am and let myself into what will be my workplace for the day and it is then I quickly transform myself. Up until this time outwardly I have appeared quite normal dressed in a pair of track suit bottoms and a large coat. These two items are quickly removed to reveal my maid uniform underneath. Monday to Friday I am an office manager but on Saturday I am a sissy maid!

I kick off my trainers and replace them with the black heels from the bag I brought with me; my apron and then my wig closely follow this. The Mistress of the house has kindly provided a mirror in her utility room so getting my long hair sorted is easy before I add the final touch, my maid’s cap. Once that is in place I pick up my discarded male clothes and the rest of my possessions and put them in the metal box along side the washing machine and with a deep breath snap the padlock shut. A quick look to make sure the seams of my stockings are straight and then I enter the kitchen to begin my day’s chores.

I walk across the large kitchen listening to my heels clicking on the floor and head towards the fridge. My first job, as ever, is to prepare breakfast for my Mistress and serve it promptly at 8 am and I move around quietly so as not to wake her before the appointed time. A few minutes before 8 o’clock I pick up the breakfast tray and carefully climb the stairs to her bedroom. Spot on time I tap lightly on her door and enter; balancing the tray with one hand I turn on the light and then walk over to the bed.

Mistress Patricia is already awake, her long hair falling over the pillow and as I approach she pulls herself up to a sitting position and looks at me, a small smirk becoming visible her lips.

"Good morning Ma’am," I say as I curtsy in front of her, careful not to upset the contents of the tray.

"Morning sissy" she replies in a mocking voice as she takes the tray from me. Then she momentarily looks me up and down, looking for any faults in my attire before asking,

" The uniform is locked on, I take it?"

"Yes Ma’am," I answer turning around and raising my sissy hair so that she can see the padlock that secures the zip at the top of the dress. There are two keys one at my home and the other Mistress keeps. I lock the uniform on before I leave home and it stays that way until I return. Mistress keeps one for emergencies, like the time I spilt milk down myself. The uniform went in the washer; I carried on with my duties in my underwear.

"Good," she says, upon viewing the lock, " and your chastity device?"

"In place," I confirm as I let my hair back down and turn to face her once more.

"Show me," she orders sitting up further in the bed getting ready to eat her breakfast.

I quickly raise my skirt and lower my white panties to reveal the cb2000 I wear when I am her maid. As I do though can’t help but cast my eyes on my Mistresses 36c breasts which I can see the outline of through her nightie. This causes a slight swelling of my cock in its confinement but there is nothing I can do about it.

"OK put it away" she tells me and I lower my dress. And then she continues,

"Right my little sissy, it’s a busy day for you,"

"Aren’t they all", I think to myself but outwardly remain silent

" The bathroom needs cleaning, as do all the bedrooms, there is a whole heap of washing to do and all the beds will need changing."

"Very good Ma’am," I acknowledge as I curtsey again and turn to leave. I am half way to the door when she calls after me,

"Oh and Abigail is home for the weekend, you can serve her breakfast at 9 o’clock."

My heart misses a beat but I automatically turn, curtsey again and respond with a

"Yes Ma’am," before continuing on my way. As I leave the room I realise I am in for a hard day. Miss Abigail, Mistresses 20 year old daughter is a merciless tease and takes great delight in amusing herself at my expense. I head downstairs with allsorts going around in my head.

Just before 9 o’clock I am once more climbing the stairs carrying a tray, this time I am heading for Miss Abigail’s room. I knock on the door and wait for a response, Miss Abigail doesn’t like me entering until she gives me permission, it has something to do with the fact she sleeps naked. After a minute there is no response so I wait a bit longer and then knock a little harder.

"YES!" a sleepy voice answers with more than a trace of anger.

"Your breakfast, Miss" I call out.

"Just a sec," she answers and then a short time later, having no doubt adjusted the bedding, " Ok come in."

I enter and walk over to her bed with the tray where she is under the covers with just her head showing.

Put the tray down there," she orders looking at the bedside table and I do so knowing she is naked under the sheets.

"Now get me some underwear,"

I immediately go to the correct drawer; I’ve put her underwear away many times before, and pull it open. Looking in at the contents I feel my confine cock begin to stir.

"Anything in particular, Miss?" I ask.

"Bra and panties," she replies and then adds mischievously, " I’ll let you choose which ones, I know how you like to play around in that drawer." Blushing at her remark I pick a set of white ones, close the drawer and return to the bed. I hold them out and her arm snakes out from under the cover.

"Turn round and face the wall," she commands and as soon as I have done so I hear her slip out of the bed and with a giggle add, "No peeking."

I stand there knowing there is an attractive naked woman behind me putting on her underwear. My cock starts to get painful as it expands as far as the cb2000 lets it but Miss Abigail interrupts my lewd thoughts,

"All done, you can turn round"

I do as I am told and am confronted by the sight of her sitting on top of the bedding in her underwear. My cock makes another vain attempt to get hard but only succeeds in causing me pain which most have shown in my face as she asks,

"Mother still got you wearing that chastity thing?"

"Yes Miss," I wince through gritted teeth.

"Lovely, now hand me my breakfast."

I pass the tray to her then ask,

"Will that be all?"

"For now Sissy," she replies, " but I’ve brought a pile of washing with me," and points to an enormous bag behind the door. "That should keep you busy for a while"

"Indeed it will Miss," I concur before curtseying and going over to the bag. I pick it up and struggle out of the door wondering how she can generate so much washing.

As I pass Mistresses bedroom door it opens and out she comes fully dressed.

Without pausing she says, "There is plenty more laundry in my room, and don’t forget to change the beds."

"No Ma’am, I’ll attend to it right away."

Standing back I allow Mistress to pass before struggling on my way.

Two hours later I have collected all the laundry and the washing machine is working flat out. In between changing loads and filling the tumble dryer I manage to clear the breakfast dishes away and tidy Mistresses room. Miss Abigail obviously decided to amuse herself by teasing me and paraded around in nothing but bra and panties until the middle of the morning. It certainly gave me a few painful moments much to her amusement. By lunchtime I had changed the beds and collected all the washing and I broke off from those duties to prepare lunch for both ladies.

Whilst clearing away after lunch I was informed that I wouldn’t have to prepare an evening meal as they were eating out. This was the first break I had had all day and with a bit of luck I could be finished by 8pm instead of the usual 9 o’clock. I made myself a quick snack before tackling the bathroom. The rest of the afternoon followed a similar pattern to most Saturdays; I finished the bedrooms and cleaned the bathroom. I always find cleaning the bathroom a particularly onerous task, as I am required to mop the floor on my hands and knees. Today Miss Abigail interrupting me to model a very small and revealing dress did not help things but there was nothing I could do about it and I had to admit she looked very sexy. Bathroom completed I turned my attentions to the mound of ironing. This seemed to take an eternity as more items were coming out of the dryer than I seemed to be able to iron plus the fact I was required to put it all away in the correct place. It wasn’t until about 7.30pm that I took the last load up to Mistresses room and put it away. Miss Abigail’s items were already repacked in her bag ready for her return to college so I tidied away the iron etc and then using the mirror in the utility room checked my appearance before making my way to the study to report to my Mistress.

I tapped on the door and entered to find Mistress at her desk working on some papers and Miss Abigail sat on the other side of the room in an easy chair reading a book. Both looked up as I went to the desk and curtseyed. Mistress put down her cigarette and looked at me.

"I’ve done all that you instructed," I quietly informed her and curtseyed again.

"Very well, that will be all for today " she replied as I saw her reach in a desk drawer, "But before you go there are a couple of things,"

My heart sank, this usually meant trouble.

" Firstly, what are these?" Mistress asked holding up a pair of panties she had just produced from the desk drawer.

"Er, panties, Ma’am," I reply nervously.

"And what colour are they?" she continues waving the obviously pink items in front of my face.

"Pink," I answered not sure where this was all going.

"And what colour should they be?" she inquired in a menacing voice. Then it hit me, I’d done it again, got a pair of her white panties mixed in on the wrong wash.

"W..White," I stammered knowing I was in trouble.

"Exactly," Mistress confirmed as I blushed and stared at my shoes,"

"I’m sorry" I whispered,

Its too late for that, my little sissy," Mistress continued," perhaps you’d like to tell Abigail what I said I’d do if you dyed any more of my underwear.

"You would cane me," I mumbled my heart pounding.

"Speak up," she ordered, "and tell Abigail where I would cane you."

"On my bare bottom," I answered raising my voice as much as I could and glancing in the direction of Miss Abigail only to see a big grin on her face.

"Correct," Mistress replied sternly as she reached beside her desk and picked up a long thing cane.

"Go to the middle of the room and touch your toes"

Knees almost knocking I went silently to the centre of the room and bent over. I knew pleading or arguing was futile and would only make things worse. I just prayed it wouldn’t hurt too much. I heard Mistress come up behind me and I moaned in despair as my skirt was raised and folded down over my back. Mistress just laughed at my plight and promptly tugged my panties down to my ankles and in the background I heard Miss Abigail giggle.

"My my, what a sight you are," Mistress chuckled, "Bet your work colleagues would love to see you like this"

The thought of my office staff seeing their boss dressed as a maid and about to have his bottom caned was not a thought I cared to dwell on. But that said I had fantasies about being ordered around by some of the women who worked for me. Erotic images filled my mind and my cock once again tried to stiffen within its confinement but I was brought back to reality by Mistress’s stern voice,

"You will receive 20 strokes and you will count them"

"Shit 20 strokes," I thought to myself but out loud only said "Yes Ma’am"

"Good, lets begin," and without further ado she laid the first stroke on my unprotected rear.

"AHH ," I cried as a searing pain crossed by backside and then just in time I remembered,

"One"

I gritted my teeth before the second stroke and announced,

"Two," as I clutched tightly at my ankles and then they came thick and fast.

"Three!," I nearly stood up

"Four," It took all my willpower not to grab my agonised buttocks

"F..F.ive!" I dug my nails into my ankles.

By number seven I cried out each time the cane landed and by somewhere around number 12 I began to cry.

I didn’t actually remember the last few; all I could think about was the agony I was in but I must have managed to keep counting as I vaguely remember Mistress saying

"You can stand up straight now,"

I slowly stood up and winced as the back of my skirt fell cross my tender behind. Sniffling I wiped my eyes and was trying to compose myself when I remembered my panties were still round my ankles. Stiffly I bent over to pull them back up.

"Leave them!" a sharp voice rebuked me," We still have another matter to deal with," and I slowly stood up again heart pounding.

"Skirt up to your waist" and I pulled it up as instructed and then stood there blushing as Mistress circled me and Miss Abigail watched in amused anticipation.

Stopping in front of me Mistress held up two keys and asked,

"Are these the keys to your cb2000?"

"Yes Ma’am," I answered trying to sound in control but all I that filled my mind was the agony of my bottom.

"Are these the only keys?"

"They are Ma’am" and I began to blush

"Well I happen to know that these locks are supplied with three keys"

I nearly fainted as she said this, my secret was out, Mistress usually sent me home with the keys but I kept one there for the weeks when she didn’t.

"If there is one thing I hate it is liars," she continued as tears filled my eyes.

"I…I…I’m sorry Ma’am," I blubbed avoiding looking directly at her.

"Oh you will be, you will be," she said shaking her head, "Abigail will you do the honours,"

I just stood there as the daughter got out of the chair and approached me grinning like a Cheshire cat. She stopped in front of me and to my horror held up another padlock and three keys.

"Guess what Sissy," she laughed, "I’m going to change your lock,"

I said nothing and she continued,

"No more unauthorised wanking for you, little girl, especially as mother says I’m to take the keys back with me to college.

"But.. For how long," I asked nervously as the reality of the situation hit me.

"Oh.. At least a month," she replied laughing at the expression on my face.

"A month," I gasped, I rarely went a day without ejaculating I’d never survive a month.

"Yep, a month," she confirmed and with that got on her knees in front of my confined cock. It took her all of thirty seconds to change the locks but she lingered long enough to run one hand over my balls and scratch the tip of my cock through the cb2000 with one of her fingernails. The effect of this was inevitable and I felt pain once more as my member tried to grow yet again that day. Teasing complete she stood once more and her mother took over ,

"Step out of the panties," she ordered and I did so not even bothering to wonder why, my mind was now focused on my coming month of chastity. Mistress held out a bigger set of keys for me, which I took a moment to recognise as my own. With a quizzical look I took them from her and a moment later she said,

"You may go now,"

Dejectedly I curtseyed and turned to leave, feeling extremely guilty that I had lied to her and then I stopped.

"What about my clothes, Ma’am" suddenly remembering I was still in only my maid uniform.

"Not tonight, sissy," Mistress told me, "As punishment you will go as you are"

"Please Miss," I began to beg, the thought of a 30-mile drive dressed as a maid and without panties did not appeal one bit.

"GET OUT" Mistress shouted glaring at me. Knowing it was pointless to try and change her mind I left the room and slipped out of her house into the night……

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