Fifi's Long Wait

Around about 3 weeks ago, Sid had managed to acquire his very own maid; however, 'she' was not your normal run of the mill domestic worker. Oh no, Fifi liked to dress as a maid to fulfill her submissive cravings and the most notable difference was the fact that she had a penis. When working as a maid, she didn't call it that, tucked away in her silky panties it was her 'clitty'

She remembered her first meeting with Master Sid which explained her terrible frustration. You see, he'd informed her that if she was going to serve him, he didn't want her distracted by her clitty rubbing inside those soft panties. Master Sid had explained the only way to combat this was to be put into chastity.

The first two weeks after having the small plastic tube locked around her clitty had been bearable and she had been an attentive and good working girl. By the end of week 3 things were very different. Unable to satisfy her sexual urges, her level of horniness had increased exponentially and now she was hardly able to do anything without thinking of getting her clitty out and gloriously rubbing it until she came.

And that made things worse! Every time she thought about it, she felt a familiar expansion of her organ, the longing, the need until it met with it's cruel prison which stopped the process continuing and left her leaking her precummies but unable to reach full hardness.

Every act seemed to be a cause of extreme mental anguish. Take dressing for Master Sid today as an example. Having bathed and showered, she had dreaded getting attired properly for work. Normally, wearing all of those soft, feminine, sexy clothes would have been the highlight of any day, but today she knew what the act of putting them on was going to do to her.

As always she started with her black waspie, wrapping it around her waist, doing up the buttons, feeling it beginning to hug her waist the way she loved, cinching her in, providing those lovely curves and the suspender straps tickling her thighs.