Miss Strokewell’s Sissy-Maid Pt. 03

Abe stood before his Mistress, genitally flaccid after his recent whipping and relief. He rubbed and squeezed his freshly whipped bottom as he surveyed his pretty Mistress who stood before him.

"You're a fine, strict whipmistress, Miss!" he whimpered. "You like to whip a submissive man's bare bottom, and give him the most depraved milking experience, don't you, Miss?"

His Mistress looked at him. "I do indeed! And it's all a part of your training, pet! You, and your naughty genitalia, will be taught to behave! And now it's time for you to learn how to look after my most dainty underthings, and to be fitted up in your Maid's uniform! You'll drop to the floor onto your hands and knees and follow me -- like the big dog that you are -- into my changing room!"

"Yes, Miss!"

Abe dropped onto his hands and knees and crawled after his Mistress like a big, naked, freshly whipped dog with his plump, freshly shaved genitalia swinging behind him. She led him through her apartment into a dressing room which stood between, and thus interconnected, her bedroom and bathroom.

Abe looked about. It was a long narrow room with a wall mirror at one end and banks of shelves, drawers and bays at each side. She led him to the far end of the room, to a high bank of three deep drawers, stacked one atop the other, separately labeled BRAS, PANTIES, and CINCHERS, CORSETS, SUSPENDER BELTS & STOCKINGS.

"Up you come now, pet!" she ordered. "It's time for you to learn how to care for my dainty personal things, and in doing so we shall assemble a maids outfit for you! Which type of fine ladies undergarment would you like to learn about first, pet?"

Abe rose to his feet. He studied the fronts of the drawers.

"P -- Panties, please Miss!" he whimpered, his flaccid, recently spent penis beginning to twitch.

"Ah yes, my panties! Open the drawer, please pet, and we shall see what treasures await us!"

"Yes, Miss!" Abe whimpered. Nervously, with sweaty fingers, he pulled the top drawer open. A great waft of perfume, talc and cunny and anal odors greeted him. He studied a great pile of women's panties, in a myriad of different designs, colors and fabrics. Tiny panties. Full-bottomed, high-waisted panties. Pink panties. Red panties. White panties. See-through panties. Panties made of rubber.

"Gosh, Miss!" Abe whimpered, "What a collection, Miss! It's like being in the ladies underwear shop at the mall, Miss, except that no one's throwing me out for playing with them, Miss!"

"Indeed! And they all get worn, soiled and worn out too! One of your jobs, pet, is to inspect these panties, and my other underthings too, on a daily basis for washing, repair or removal! Do you know how to do that, pet?"

Abe shook his head. "Not, really, Miss!" he whimpered.

"Then I shall teach you! Select a pair, please pet!"

Abe dipped into the pile and extracted a pair. A flimsy bit of black fabric hung from his forefinger and thumb.

"Ah! A crotchless pair in black! An excellent choice! Now pet, how would you inspect them for washing, repair or removal?"

Abe shook his head again.

"Firstly, you'll examine them for effluvient stains, being dried-out juices from my cunny or bottom! Or it could be pre-cum, semen or pussy stains from an ejaculating submissive! Have a good look now, pet!"

"Yes, Miss!" Abe took the garment in his fingers and turned it over carefully.

"Yes, Miss, here's a big dried spunk stain, Miss! Right across the seat, Miss! Some poor fellow must have shot his hot milky load right across your big pantied bottom, Miss!"

"He did indeed! And what about in the crotch area, pet? These are crotchless panties so they don't really have a crotch, so how will you inspect them there?"

Abe shook his head again.

"You'll use your nose, pet! You'll sniff the fine straps at the base of the panties, which normally sit next to my labia, to see if they have any dried cunny juice on them, because they often ride up into my pussy slit! Have a sniff, now, pet!"

"Yes, Miss!" Abe took the fine straps to his nose and sniffed. His penis thickened and lifted. He never thought he'd have the job of sniffing and inspecting, in the most minute detail, his Mistress's panties and other undergarments.

"Yes, Miss, they smell of cunny, Miss!"

"Of course they do! And while you're sniffing them you'll sniff the seat too!"

"Yes, Miss!"

Abe sniffed the seat.

"Mmm! Miss! I can smell all sorts of things, Miss!"

"Lovely! Then they need washing, don't they? And what about wear, pet? Are the panties simply becoming worn out, perhaps? Examine them closely now!"

Abe inspected the garment more closely.

"Mmm! Miss! There's a little wear here, Miss, at the waistband, Miss, and a little in the frilly crotch trim, but I don't think they need to be thrown out just yet, Miss!"

"Lovely! Then you'll put them aside for both washing and then inclusion in your own maids outfit! A pair of crotchless panties is the only way we're going to house your enormous man-sausage and those two egg-like balls of yours, even after I've suitably bound and restrained them!"

"Yes, Miss, I guess so, Miss!" Abe whimpered. His penis stiffened and his balls strained as he wondered what his Mistress had in store for his normally very excitable privates.

Miss Strokewell closed the drawer and draped the frilly panties over Abe's upstanding cock. "My goodness! Just look at you!" came the comment. "A big stiffie on you already! You may keep it for a moment, pet, so that we have somewhere to hang your selection! And now we shall move onto another kind of undergarment! Which shall it be, pet?"

Abe studied the drawers again. "Bras, please Miss!"

"Ah yes, my brassieres! Open the drawer now, pet, and we shall inspect them for cleanliness and wear also!"

"Yes, Miss!"

Abe opened the drawer to find another great pile of perfumed and powdered garments. Skimpy bras. Full-cupped bras. Bras with open nipple holes. Bras with ties. Bras which seemed to be formed of nothing but perimeter straps. He lifted one out.

"Now, pet, my bras are subject to all of the same soiling and wear that my panties receive! Make an inspection, please, and report to me!"

"Yes, Miss!" Abe turned the open-nipple-holed bra over in his sweaty fingers. He sniffed it. He examined its straps and clips. "Looks and smells okay, Miss!"

"Good! Now, pet, you won't be wearing a bra with your maid's costume! Instead your maid's costume will incorporate a lovely pair of huge, soft, squishy rubber breasts, with lovely squirting nipples, as I'll show you in a moment! So let's move onto the next type of undergarment, shall we? What shall it be, pet?"

Abe studied the drawer fronts again. "CINCHERS, CORSETS, SUSPENDER BELTS & STOCKINGS, please Miss!"

"Yes, of course! Open the drawer now, pet!"

Abe opened the drawer to be greeted by several tiny coloured corsets, dozens of silky balled-up stockings, and a maze of fine elastic, leather and metal straps and clips.

"Now, Abe pet," Miss Strokewell instructed, "as my Maid I'd like to see you in your rubber breasts with a suspender belt, a pair of black nylons, and black high heels! So you'll find a nice black suspender belt and pair of matching stockings and we'll move onto the wardrobe where your wig, petticoat, high heels and facial cosmetics are waiting for you!"

TO BE CONTINUED...