Startled by a hand sliding under my arm, I jump. The shock brings me out of my sex-induced haze and I realise that they are helping me up, off the cushions, onto my feet. Slowly I tune in to the fact that they're actually talking to me as they pull.
"You poor dear," a gentle voice says "they just left you here, didn't they? No one picks up after themselves here. Just have their fun and wander off somewhere else."
I'm on my feet now, and turn my head toward the sound of the voice. Leading me across the floor, the voice continues to chat. "I don't know how they thought you were going to get up from there. Arms bound, discarded in a pile of cushions, tut tut. Very inconsiderate." My instructions were clear, so I hold my tongue, despite a desperate urge to ask who she is. It does sound like a woman, but her words conjure up an image of an experienced 'maid' who has seen it all, and cleaned up after most of it. Almost like a scolding school teacher, though I dare say the target of her complaints are nowhere nearby.
Sounds from the party are fainter now. We've gone out of the main room. I don't recall a door opening, so maybe it's an alcove. In any case, my companion pauses her commentary at a sigh from someone else nearby.
"They do make quite a mess, don't they, Miss Scarlet?" the new voice says.
"Mmmmhmmm, they do indeed, dear" comes the reply from my elbow, apparently my new friend is Miss Scarlet.
I hadn't stopped to think before now, but I probably look somewhat disheveled. There's been no attempt to contain my cum, my boots may be splattered. Are my panties wet too? I hope I didn't stain anything! Without consciously choosing to I have adopted my new self. Concerned about my clothes, my boots. My makeup, no doubt smeared across my face after that luscious pussy came all over it. I wince at the thought, embarrassed that my makeup might not be in order, that it might not be flawless, that I might not look my best.
"Enjoying yourself dearie?" asks Miss Scarlet. I nod silently in reply, which prompts her to chuckle. "Some of them learn quicker than others, hmm? This one's not silly, is she, Miss White."
A snort comes from the evidently unimpressed Miss White. She's in front of me. I presume it's her with her hands on my legs, pulling my boots down, and off. Her fingers don't quite feel real, probably wearing gloves, I guess.
Another pair of hands is removing the wig and earrings. Panic paralyses me at the thought that it might be over, that I'm being cleaned up to be sent home. I'm not ready for this to end yet! I adored the hours I've spent all dressed up, all dolled up, as a service sissy maid. It felt so right to have that other sissy sucking my cock, so overwhelmingly great. He was good at it, that's for sure. As the sensations of that blowjob replay in my mind I can feel my cock begin to harden again. I hadn't really noticed that it had gone soft, but the sensation of a growing erection is unmistakable. Even the application of wipes to my face, cold, used roughly, unpleasantly roughly in fact, could not distract me from my mental reenactment.
A hard slap on my left butt cheek jolts me back to reality with an audible gasp. Stinging pain lingers as a third voice fills my ears.
"Cleaning this one down, are we ladies?" says a very male sounding person.
