As I sit in my office, I am wearing my pink sissy uniform, watching the hired gardener dig up the weeds out front. I'm not supposed to expose myself to others, but my sissy rules state that I must be in uniform when nobody else is inside the house. I'm doing work, but all I can really concentrate on is the idea that I should be on my knees sucking cock, or being on all fours being fucked.
It's all a bit much, so I head into the kitchen for a drink of water, my heels clicking on the wooden floorboards, my permanently locked away cock trying to strain against the metal chastity device.
I hear the door open and, "Hello? Do you mind if I use the... Oh." I forgot to lock the front door.
I turn to see John, the gardener, giving me the up and down, and licking his lips. He says, "You're a sissy, I see. I bet you're going to give me more than cash for this job, then, aren't you?"
I blush, and smooth my ruffled apron a little, but all it does is draw his attention to the fact that I am, clearly, nothing but a chastised and obedient sissy.
I start to open my mouth, but before I can say anything he says, "Don't say a word, slut. I came in to use the toilet. So you're going to come drink my pee now, aren't you?"
I can't help myself. I nod, silently. He gestures for me to walk past him, and towards the toilet. I obey, trembling a little. As I pass him, he gooses me on the right butt cheek, then grabs me from behind and pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around mine and squeezing my D-cup boobs. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my butt, and I let out a tiny moan and automatically wiggle my arse against it.
He whispers into my ear, "Good gurl, you behave and I'll fuck you right." Then he stands me upright, smacks my butt again, and I start high-stepping to the bathroom as I've been trained to do when on display.
I arrive in the bathroom, turn around, and kneel down, crossing my arms behind me, and presenting my open mouth up. He walks slowly in, giving me an appreciative look, then unzips his fly. His cock pops out, and I again reflexively lick my lips, hungry to get that cock in my mouth. But I wait on my knees, as I'm trained to do.
He steps forward, and I lift my head up and wrap my lips around his hard cock. He puts his hand on my cheek and strokes it, then sighs and starts to pee. All that nightly deep-throating practice pays off, as I suck his whole cock into my throat and start swallowing. It's a good minute before he stops peeing and I come up for air, tears running down my face from the effort.