I am a sissy maid deep inside. I have to stay.

You follow Alistair up to the maid's bedroom. It's a small-ish room on the second floor.

"Oh!" you gasp, holding your hand over your mouth.

It is stuffed full of sissy clothing! Like a big walk-in closet, filled to the brim!

"Yes," Alistair admits. "Collecting sissy clothing is something of an obsession of mine."

He shows you the layout of the room. There are sissy party dresses, and baby-girl dresses, stacks and stacks of rumba panties, stacks of diapers and plastic pants, a makeup section with all sorts of sissy hair styles (mostly wigs with golden ringlets), and sissy versions of just about everything - ball gowns, house-wife dresses, prostitute clothing, airline stewardess, waitress... anything you could think of. It is so full of clothes that you can barely move around in it.

"I hope that, over time, you'll get the chance to wear everything in here... multiple times," Alistair says. "After all, what good is an obsessively collected hobby, if no one ever sees it? Now over here are the maid's dresses."

There are dozens.

Alistair pulls out your sissy maid's uniform for the day, including the panties, the frilly bra, ruffled lace knee high silk stockings, some cute pink shoes, a satin-pink uniform with the almost-not-there apron, lace gloves, and a frilly mob cap. He helps you put it all on.

As you do this, you notice there's a cot in the room, tucked in one corner. Obviously that's where you'll sleep, as the sissy maid of the house. You look above the bed and, blushing, you see a shelf full of dildos, KY jelly, strap-ons, fleshlights and other sex toys.

And spanking paddles. Lots of spanking paddles.

"Alistair? Do I have my own bathroom?"

"No, my dear. You will need to shower with us. In fact, helping Benny and me to shower will be one of your daily responsibilities."

"Oh..."

You squirm in pleasure at the thought of being trapped in a wet shower with the two of them, your slippery bodies rubbing against each other as you take care of their needs.

After you're all dressed, with your makeup done, and your hair just right, Alistair takes you downstairs and shows you off to Benny who applauds.

"A vision!" he says.

"And all ours," says Alistair, with a predatory grin.

And thus begins your first day as a sissy maid. After making a light breakfast for the men, you are immediately put to work, washing the sheets from the night before, putting fresh sheets on the bed, and then cleaning up the kitchen. They leer at you and pinch your bottom whenever you prance by... which you love so much that you are constantly making detours so you can ask them if they need anything - just as an excuse to be within arms length of them and their groping fingers.

"Jenny, come sit."

You go and sit next to Alistair on the living room sofa. He is holding a large, leather-bound book and has a stack of folders.

"This is our house maintenance journal," he says. "Now that you are our full-time sissy maid, I want you to take over scheduling workers and managing contracts to properly take care of the house."

Benny casually walks into the room. He is completely naked and sporting a very hard cock which bounces in the air with every step.

"Hey, Alistair, is it OK if I fuck Jenny?"

WHAT? You think to yourself.

"Sure, go ahead. We're just going through the maintenance journal."

Wait... what?? You look around, wildly, but the two treat it as if it were just ordinary business.

"Cool."

Benny takes you by the hand and leads you around behind the sofa, where he pushes you over the back of it, your bottom sticking up, tempting and ****. You put your hands down on the cushions to steady yourself. Your breasts are dangling down, heavy-weights swaying and pulling on your chest.

Alistair continues to talk to you about the maintenance journal as Benny, behind you, pulls down your panties and pushes up your skirt. Your pert buns are naked and inviting. Your little penis swells to attention, trapped as it is inside the frilly skirts and silky slip.

Alistair continues to talk. Something about trying to get a sliding door repaired? The original manufacturer is now out of business, so they've had to find a custom shop.

It's hard to concentrate, because Benny has taken a tube of KY Jelly and has squeezed it out into your ass crack. It's cold Next you feel a slippery finger pressing into your anus, lubricating and widening your rear entry.

You gasp at the invasion.

"Now once it is manufactured, it then needs to be painted. That sounds simple, but Neutra actually used a special process..." Alistair continues, ignoring how you're panting with your eyes round as saucers.

You feel the tip of Benny's cock press against your anal flower. He squirts some more KY right on the juncture, then moves it around with the tip of his penis, then presses it into you you.

"Oh FUCK," you say, feeling his long, hard cock slip past your sphincter, the fleshy rod sliding in easily as he quickly finds the right angle.

"I know, right?" Alistair continues. "It seems like an exorbitant cost. But how much do we want to replicate the original process, or is merely replicating the original look sufficient? It's a conundrum."

"That's my bitch," Benny says, slapping your ass cheeks as he gives you a nice hard, long, deep anal fuck.

"Jenny! You're not paying attention!" Alistair says.

"I.. unh... OHHHHHH.... ahhhh... Alistair??" your words are unintelligible.

"Enjoying your fuck with Benny so much you can't talk?"

"Ohhhhhh..." you moan, as Benny gives you an especially deep, toe-curling plunge, pressing your things against the back of the sofa. "What was that?" you ask.

"I asked," Alistair says, patiently, "are you such a mindless slut that you can't concentrate while being fucked?"

"I... ah..." you barely register what he's asking. Probably best to agree. "Yes," you say.

"Yes what? Yes, are you a sissy slut?"

Oh god, Benny is really going at it now.

"Yes!" you admit. "Yes, I'm a sissy slut!"

"Are you OUR sissy slut?" Alistair asks.

"Yes! I'm YOUR sissy slut! All yours! Forever!"

"Excellent," Alistair purrs. He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. It's already hard. "Then suck on this cock, sissy slut," he says, stepping forward and pushing it to your face.

You open your mouth and draw it in, as deep as you can. Now you're being 'spit-roasted' by the two men. One in your mouth and one up your bottom, two, lovely, hard, eager, horny cocks thrusting inside of you from both ends, both of them now **** to cum.

And you feel it. You feel Benny's hard cock inside your ass, as he presses his hips against your bottom, deliciously deep, his well-lubricated, long penis taking long, invasive strokes, from tip to balls.

And your mouth is full of Alistair, your lips sucking on his shaft, feeling the veins, your tongue circling the helmet as he alternatively has you suck on the tip and then take it deep down your throat. You keep your teeth out of the way like a good, horny slut and give him all lips and tongue and mouth.

You moan with pleasure.

And then they both cum, filling you up with their seed. It leaks out and down your legs, soaking into your stockings and dripping into your shoes. It oozes from your mouth, there is so much, no matter how much you try to swallow and lick it up, it drips down your chin. You do your best to catch it in your hands so it won't stain the beautiful sofa.

And when they are finally done, when they have both finally shot their loads, you stand up causing a river of Benny's sperm to leak down your leg and more sperm to drip down your neck and into your bra. Alistair has you wipe your hands clean on your bodice, leaving you cummy mess.