The Phone Rings

The phone rang. I looked at caller ID and realised that it was Mistress Lucinda. A shiver of fear came over me as I had not expected Mistress to call today as it was a Sunday afternoon.  I waited till she rang off as she had been in a nasty mood on the Friday and I knew that meant that she would take it out on me.  I dialled my messenger service and heard Mistress' voice. 

'Sissy! I know you are there because you were on the internet. I will call back in a few minutes. If you do not answer you will be punished like never before.'  True to her word a moment later the phone rang again. Mistress has a rule, that for every unanswered ring I get 5 slaps of the paddle on my bum.  It rang 3 times before I was able to pick it up.

'So you are there slut' Mistress said.

I fell to my knees as I am not allowed to speak to Mistress in any other way.

'That was four rings' she said.

'No Mistress' I replied 'it was only three.' 

'Listen sissy if I say it was ten it was ten,.got it sissy?' she said.  

'Yes,' I replied. 

'Yes what!' She yelled!

'Yes Mistress Lucinda,' I replied.

'Well my slut what are you wearing today?' Mistress asked. I told her that I was in a knee length skirt and top, bra panties and stockings.  

'Well that's nice for a Sunday slut but take it all off and get the maids uniform on Mistress is coming to see you and she requires you for service and your Mistress is in a foul mood.'  I was in a complete panic.

I rushed to the bathroom and checked my makeup and checked I was completely smooth.  Mistress will not tolerate sissies with body, arm or leg hair and has threatened that she will shave my head one day. The thought of this makes my sissy clit hard as it would by the ultimate public symbol of my servitude to Mistress Lucinda.

Mistress only permits seamed stockings on maids and heaven help me if they are not straight.  Mistress always requires that I wear my 6" heels shoes.  My uniform must be spotless and perfectly ironed any failure to look exactly as Mistress requires will bring swift punishment without warning.  I hurry to dress and complete my look by putting on my white apron.  The door buzzer screams into action and I am jolted from my kneeling place on the hard floor.  This is what Mistress calls my 'contemplation spot' and I must always kneel when I am dressed and whilst waiting for her to arrive. Mistress has a spare key so I usually just wait. Mistress is cruel as she never tells me how long she will be.  She might arrive before I am dressed which would bring serious consequences or she might leave me on my knees for an hour.  She will always inspect my knees to ensure there is evidence that I have been kneeling.

She did not open the door so I spoke to her on the intercom but she stated flatly that I have to come greet her and collect her bag from the car. 

'But Mistress I am in my uniform.' I tell her. 

'Yes and so what's the problem you're dressed, get out this instant sissy' she yells, rather too loudly for my liking.  I leave my apartment and go to open the entry door to the building.

'Kneel sissy,' Mistress sneers.  'I waited far too long, that is unacceptable hands behind back sissy maid nadia.'  She said.

I plead with her to let me return to my apartment but this is met by a sharp slap to my face. 

'Greet me sissy' she demands and I bend to kiss her boots.  

I know not to stop till she offers me the other boot. I am terrified that a neighbour might come out and see me.   Mistress withdraws her foot and orders me to get her bag which is next to her car. I walk in my most feminine way to collect the bag and as I turn Mistress calls out to me.

'Have fun sissy!' and closes the apartment door.  I am locked outside wearing a maid's uniform and with cars passing the drive.  I press the buzzer and happily Mistress answers. She just laughs at my pleas to be allowed in.   I buzz again and Mistress tells me that this has had the effect of adding five more minutes that I must wait for entry.   Mistress tells me that at the end of the five minutes I must present myself at the kitchen window where I am to curtsey endlessly until Mistress turns the light out, which is my signal to return to the door where I will be allowed in.

Mistress allows me through the door but says I must crawl across the corridor and into my apartment.  As I enter she kicks me on the bottom and kicks me to encourage me to crawl quicker into the sitting room.  I am ordered to kneel and Mistress lifts my chin with her finger and asks me if I have forgotten anything. I move to bend to kiss her boots and as I lick them she laughs out loud telling me that whilst she enjoyed my licking that was not what I had forgotten.  I am ordered back to my knees and Mistress gives me permission to raise my eyes above her knees. Maybe this will help remind you and she sharply slaps my face. 

'Memory returning?' she says laughingly. 

It is clear that I do not know what I have forgotten which is rewarded by another sharp slap. 

'Your collar!' she screams, 'Where is your collar you useless slut!'  

I apologise profusely and on my knees go to the cupboard to collect it.  As I return I look at my Mistress she is stunning.  A black satin pencil skirt, fishnets and the laced boots I had so lovingly worshipped at a fetish club a few weeks before.  I glimpse at her face,.her makeup is exquisite and her lips full.  As I reach her again I reverently bend and kiss each toe of her boots, she turns so that her sole is lifted from the floor which is a sign that Mistress wants the outside world removed from the soles of her boots.  She attaches the collar to my neck and demands a drink.  I am allowed to stand to get her the drink when I return she is seated.  I fall to me knees holding the drink out to my Mistress ensuring that my eyes do not go above her knees.

'Well slut, I made it four rings on the phone, that's twenty of the cane but I feel in a generous mood today. I will convert the cane to face slaps instead which you will receive during the period before I leave. 

'In the meantime I need a cigarette,' she says in a demanding way.  I quickly collect Mistress Lucinda's cigarettes and open the pack for her.  She removes one and puts it to her mouth.  I light it then move away.  'Sissy!' she yells, 'where the fuck do you think you're going?' 

'To get an ashtray Mistress.' I reply. 

'Oh no, I already have one sissy, your sissy mouth.' She states firmly. 

I kneel before her while she inhales the smoke and deliberately blows it in my face.

'Oh this is much nicer than kicking sand in your face on the beach you sissy.' Mistress says as she laughs. 

I see the ash grow and with that Mistress presses her boot hard on my pussy which is the order to open the ashtray.  As I open my mouth Mistress dumps the ash on my tongue.  I notice the lipstick on Mistress cigarette and this does not go unnoticed by her as a wicked grin crosses her face.   As she relaxes, continuing to blow smoke in my face she asks if I like her lipstick.  I tell her it is wonderful and Mistress smiles and says,

'Well my little sissy slut you have a special treat I'm going to let you try it!' she says with an evil look.

I thank mistress in the usual manner by kissing her boots. As she comes to the end of her cigarette Mistress informs me that it's now my opportunity to have her lipstick and I am ordered to open my mouth.  Mistress sneers at me,

'You don't think I would let a sissy like you have my real lipstick do you? I don't want the mouth that's had boys in it touching my personal lipstick, no my slut you get the lipstick second hand,' and with that stubs the cigarette out and smiles at me.  She pops the butt in my mouth,

'I hope you enjoy my lipstick sissy, now eat it!' she says, laughing very loudly.  I struggle to do so but I know the penalty for failure as I finish Mistress lifts my chin and asks,'did sissy maid nadia enjoy Mistress' lipstick?' And slaps me on each cheek.  'That's eight-teen to go slut now bend over I want to rest my legs.'  I am ordered to face the wall in the opposite direction from the television and mistress uses me as a foot stool.

My knees hurt, I cannot see the television and wonder how long I shall have to wait...

to be continued in part 2

Written by: Amanda Caines

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