Matty smiled into Alexandra’s bright blue eyes as she carefully painted her bottom left eyelid first. Then came the top, which she flicked into a little wing on the side. The goddess was completely fixed on the task at hand, not paying any obvious attention to the sissy’s happiness at this treatment.
She took great care in it. Next came the lipstick. Alexandra applied it to her bottom lip and then ordered her, “Purse your lips for me.”
They always did this, so Matty knew how it went. She rubbed her lips together and then Alexandra finished her makeup with the top layer of lipstick.
“There. Now look,” she said, turning her back to the mirror. Matty felt so much better to see herself all done up again.
Her makeup was just as precise if not more than when Mommy Eleanor did it–she couldn’t get the eyeliner that close-cut on her own.
“Nice and pretty,” Alexandra said from so close to her. She then unlatched from her and ordered, “Let’s go, sissy-maid.”
Matty followed the golden blonde goddess out of the bathroom. They walked around a thin hallway to the big lilac-colored room in the center of the floor.
To Matty’s surprise, Mason was sitting on the floor right beside a couch where Fiona was lounging about–but Mason was all femmed out, as well, wearing bright pink lipstick, eyeliner, a frilly little pink skirt, and a tiny black bra. He looked clean-shaven from head to toe, as well. Matty thought he looked better this way, too.
“Our new maid looks good,” Fiona remarked as she saw Matty enter behind Alexandra. She was grinning with mirth at just the sight of her; Matty blushed.
“Mason here will be cleaning the house in his new outfit,” the ultra-thick redhead continued, “I had to threaten to beat his ass bloody again to get him into it, but it worked.” Her smile became sly.
Alexandra looked down on Mason and giggled. “Oh my god,” she said, “What a little sissy boy.”
Mason blushed as well, but didn’t look happy or half-flattered as Matty was, just embarrassed.
Fiona then flashed Mason a little glare. “Say it,” she goaded him.
“I’m a little sissy boy,” Mason murmured, ashamed, his eyes fixed on Alexandra up above him.
Both of the goddesses laughed at him together. “Good little sissy boy,” Fiona said between her giggles.
“I assume he’s still locked?” Alexandra asked Fiona.
“Of course,” Fiona answered nonchalantly.
“Good. That’s how we’ll tell them apart,” Alexandra said with another barrage of sweet giggles–Matty hoped it was just a joke.
She shifted nervously beside the golden-haired goddess until she continued, “Well, aside from their obedience. And… I think Matty is more pathetic.”
She looked at her, her blue eyes shining like fire above her cute little turned-up nose, and Matty was forced to smile once again.
“You’re too sweet to me, Goddess Alexandra,” the maid said.
The snow queen had another little giggle and said, “See?” She was right.
Alexandra took a seat on the couch at Fiona’s right side, crossing one leg over another in a dominant stance. The two thick and pale snowbunnies were too beautiful in their sensuality to be resisted. Their Queen of Spades bras and panties left the full thickness of their flesh exposed between them, thighs and bellies and shoulders galore.
Matty almost started salivating at the sight of all of it so closeby to herself.
Alexandra’s gaze suddenly darted up to penetrate her own. “What are you waiting for? Go get us some water, sissy,” she commanded her impatiently.
“Right away, Goddess,” Matty said as she whirled around and started towards the stairwell. She could hear those thick queens laughing at her eagerness to serve them all the way there.
She descended the steps as quickly as she could and continued on to the kitchen on the right side of the big, open ground floor.
The big room was empty; the others must have been downstairs in the dungeon or upstairs farther. It was rainy and gray outside, as she could see from the windows. Mommy must’ve had to stay inside, wherever she was–Matty didn’t quite know exactly where the goddesses had gone with their lovers.
She opened the fridge and found a big jug of ice cold water, which would surely refresh the queens upstairs. She took a couple of big glasses out of a cupboard and poured them high with the icy water. Matty was a little thirsty herself, now that she thought about it, but she didn’t dare to pour herself any without permission.
She put the jug back into the fridge and shut it, proceeding to travel directly back upstairs to the waiting snow queens.
Matty could hear the goddesses’ prolonged giggles as she ascended the steps to return to them. “Should we check on the piss-rag?” she heard Fiona ask between her laughter as she stepped back into the room.
“Perhaps,” Alexandra replied as Matty stepped back up to them. “That boy could use a good shave, as well. Fucking gross,” she continued before letting out another barrage of giggles.
Brendan the piss-rag, Matty noted to herself–that must have been his punishment last night. She jumped a bit with energy in her skin at this realization.
Matty lingered before the couch where Alexandra and Fiona lounged and laughed at the cuckolds’ expense together. Neither of them even seemed to notice her, until Alexandra’s eyes traveled up to her slowly, followed by Fiona’s, both of them blue, both of them cold.
“Your water, my Goddesses,” Matty said with a slight bow as she held both of the glasses out for the snow queens to take.
“Good girl,” Alexandra said slyly as she took the glass out of Matty’s left hand and sipped. Fiona soon did the same with a soft little giggle.
Matty just lingered there still, clad in her brand new maid’s dress, awaiting further orders from her superiors. Mason was still kneeling there in his new femme clothes, as well, right beneath Goddess Fiona, who held his leash tight with one hand and sipped the water Matty brought her with the other.
Moments later, the blonde spoke up to ask, “Where’s Finn?”
Fiona giggled again, this time into her water glass, before answering, “He’s upstairs. I introduced him to his new duties and left him in the hands of Abraham.”
Alexandra laughed at this, as well. “Hopefully the king treats him kindly,” she remarked before taking another sip of water.
Matty just sort of shifted in her stance there. It was almost as if she wasn’t even there, really. “Do you two goddesses need anything else?” she asked nervously, afraid to speak out of turn.
They both shifted their cold gazes toward her again. “No, that’ll be all for now, slave,” Alexandra said, matter-of-factly.
Both Alexandra and Fiona looked at her so cruelly, as if they were almost annoyed with even her presence. It made Matty feel so degraded, as they were both so beautiful and powerful, both of them could order her to do anything they wanted and she would follow through without a single reservation.
They just sat there imperiously with the cleavage of their massive breasts showing above the fat of their exposed bellies and glared at her with their bright blue eyes. She felt compelled to worship their superior bodies at such a sight, and hoped they would demand this of her eventually.
“Actually, I have an idea,” Fiona said, cutting through the silence of Matty’s thoughts and visions. “Get on all fours, beta,” the thick redhead commanded her.
Matty obeyed without question, instantly. “And you, little bitch,” Fiona ordered Mason in a dark and snarling tone as she tugged his leash across her thighs to force him forward.
Matty looked into Mason’s eyes, both of them on the floor facing each other now–the look of utter defeat was palpable.
It only grew as Fiona’s bare feet went up on Mason’s back, transforming him into nothing but a footstool to be used. Soon enough, Matty felt Alexandra’s feet perch up on her back, as well.
She smiled a bit, happy to be useful; Mason only scowled in his defeat. It would be a long eleven days until their release for him, Matty noticed to herself.
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