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9/18/2007 8:49 pm

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The Stripper Pole

So my behavior has not been the greatest since the departure of the Slob, and I have had plenty of things occupy my time. Goddess’s white board directions should be my top priority, and lately I have been ignoring her instructions and fooling around on my new Playstation 3 or on the computer. I came home to see the first order on the white board, SEE ME!!! Nervously, I went to Goddess’s office, a place where she conducts work. I quietly walked in and asked what she wanted.

“Maid,” she said sternly, “Your performance lately has been less than satisfactory. I have here a letter that I need you to deliver to a friend of mine.”

Goddess then held up a letter, and motioned to a duffle bag on the side of her desk.
“Take this bag with you, on the envelope you will see an address, go ahead mapquest directions and give this letter to my friend and DO NOT OPEN THE LETTER OR THE BAG!!!” Goddess exclaimed.

I went to the maid quarters and got directions, I looked at the envelope and thought where is Goddess sending me and what is in the bag and what does the letter say? As I recall curiosity killed the sissy so I dare not disobey Goddess’s command.

I drove several miles and finally made it to the destined address Goddess had put on the envelope. The Traffic Light, a quaint little exotic strip bar. I walked in with the duffle bag and the letter. As I entered the bar, I paid the cover charge and asked for the stripper named Diamond. The bounce directed me to go ask the DJ and she would go and get Diamond for me. As I nervously walked deeper into the depths of the club, I saw it…

The STRIPPER POLE, gleaming brass pole, sparkling lights came across it, as I stood in awe. My heart raced as I finally came back to reality. I continue back to the bar, when I heard from across the room, “DESIREE” a woman shouted.

I turned and looked to see a tall curvy woman motioning to me. I smiled and kindly responded, “Are you Miss Diamond.”

“Why yes I am, Sweetie. Do you have a letter from Goddess for me?” She said sweetly.

She pulled out a pair of reading glasses from her white robe, and read the letter carefully. She then handed the letter to me, and said, “Well naughty girl, lets go back to the dressing room and get changed, I have a lot of work for you.”

With a befuddled look I responded. “What?” She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dressing room. As I followed I saw several topless women doing making up, lacing up vinyl boots, all staring at me and giggling. Oh my, what did I get myself into this time, I thought. We arrived at changing booth, Diamond opened my duffle bag and in it revealed that Goddess packed one of my uniforms, makeup, shoes and wigs. She commanded me to change into the uniform and told me she will get a list of assignments for me to complete.

I read the letter from Goddess to Miss Diamond:

Dear Miss Diamond,

Thank you for your interest in sissy maid desiree. She has been in a funk lately and her attitude needs to change, hopefully this experience will teach the joys of hard work and adjust her behavior to a more obedient sissy maid. Please find several assignments for maid desiree to work off her punishment.

Sincerely,
Goddess

I thought to myself, this is how Goddess is going to punish me, with a visit to a strip club? I think I will be more mischievous more often, grinning devilishly I thought. Miss Diamond came back and handed me a cleaning basket with a scrubby toilet brush, paper towels, glass cleaner, sponges, and Clorox bathroom cleaner paper.

“OK Bitch, the public bathroom needs cleaning. The mop and the toilet plunger are in back in bathroom. I think one of our customers ate a bucket of fried chicken last night.”

As I walked back, I could smell the stench several feet away. I walked into the bathroom and looked around. I sighed and thought to myself, how could Goddess torture me like this? I pouted for a brief moment, and went back to the first stall. May I say the toilet was a disaster, disgusting and gross. I would have vomited but than I would have to clean that up as well. I put on latex gloves, plunged, flushed, disinfected, scrubbed, wiped, and mopped the entire bathroom. Vigorously I worked while several customers began to enter the club. As I finished cleaning the bathroom, I discretely walked back to where Miss Diamond was standing, wiping the sweat from my forehead, I smiled and said, “I finished the bathroom, May I please go now?”

“NO” she snapped. “I need you to hand wash yesterday’s lingerie and outfits, then polish all the girls shoes and boots, then you need to dust and polish up the makeup tables, clean the glass mirrors and finish up by sweeping the floors.

As I continued to clean I could hear the echoes of the DJ announce each dancer, envious of each guy out there enjoying all the beautiful and gorgeous ladies. While I wash and squeeze dry the lacey panties, polish the 6 inch heels to a perfect shine, organize, dust, and clean the glass mirrors. While I was sweeping the floor, Diamond approached.

“Hands behind your back sissy!” she commanded. “I am sorry Miss Diamond” I responded confused about how I was going to continue cleaning with my hands behind back.

“Shut up slut and stand straight.” As she bound my wrist together and the conjoined a locking strap that connected to a collar that I was wearing around my neck.
“Open.” She demanded as she buckled a locking ball gag onto my face. Than Miss Diamond attached a leash to my collar and stood in front of me, as she towered over me with her six inch heels on she pulled the leash tight and said, “Follow me.”

I could then hear the DJ announce in the stereo typical DJ voice, “We now have a special treat for you, as we now have the lovely and beautiful Miss Diamond and Maid Desiree.:

My heart pounded thru my chest as I realized that I was going out on the dance stage with Miss Diamond. I walked by several dancers and men, I could hear their laughter and whistles at me and Miss Diamond. We climbed the steps to the stage and Miss Diamond pinned me up against the brass pole. She then tied my ankles tightly together to the brass pole, next my knees were tightly bound together to the brass pole. Miss Diamond proceeded to tie my waist, while one of her dancer associates tied my wrists and my neck to the brass pole.

Immobilized, I stood, shivers went up my spine, as Miss Diamond turned to me with a smoldering look she said, “Do you know why they call me Miss Diamond?” I shook my head no the best I could. She reached down and grabbed me in the crotch region “Because I can turn a piece coal like you into a diamond.”

The music started and Miss Diamond turned to see a line of gentlemen waiting for a tease. With dollar bills in hand there was not an empty seat around the stage. Miss Diamond popped off her top and the crowd cheered. She went to each man teasing them with her seductive dance. Grabbing five and ten dollar bills from each customer she smothered them in elaborate and humiliating ways. Oh the ENVY…
Why was I such a sissy that I would not have the privilege. As she finished with her last customer, she bounced up and announced to everyone how she was going to perform her fabulous sissy maid pole dancing techniques. I heard her mutter, “Now the real fun begins sissy.”

She than straddled me with her legs clenching ever so tightly, to the top of the pole she climbed. Miss Diamond slid down ever so gently, until her crotch was directly in my face. She then wrapped her legs around my head and the poll as tight as she could. Then she began thrust her pelvis against my head, over a minute passed and my head was pounding as she head butted my crotchial region. The pain throbbed and tears started to well in my eyes. The laughter got even louder and my humiliation reached a new high as I desperately wanted to be away from this place.

Finally the agony ended as Miss Diamond started to untie me from the pole. I felt sore and stiff as my arms were finally unbound.

Miss Diamond then handed me a cloth towel and brass cleaner. I got the picture as I opened up the bottle of brass cleaner.

Miss Diamond than snapped, “No, with your tongue first!”

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