Sharing

 Panties envies Miss D’s friends mostly for being allowed to relate to her as equals. They don’t have to curtsy whenever they enter the room, or ask permission to speak or go outside. They don’t have to fall silent or touch their noses to the floor when she commands. But her BFFs benefit from her “What’s mine is yours” generosity which is guileless and automatic. Her friends have been told that they can use Panties as they like. Panties is required to buy holiday and birthday presents for Miss D’s friends and family and when Miss BR was excited about an unexpected Christmas present, Miss D insisted that Panties take credit for the gift, even though it was by her training that Panties acted. Panties knows Miss C’s birthday and likes and dislikes, and when she brings her apples, oranges, bananas, chocolate, fresh squeezed orange juice or wine or even a vacuum cleaner or a coffee maker, Miss C barely feels obliged to acknowledge the presents, much less bothering to thank her. (Although she might, just because she is naturally so considerate and polite.) Standing with Miss D on a seaside cliff recently, one sunny day, she thought ahead of a household one day where Panties would be permanently installed as their maid, secretary and servant. Miss D reminded Panties that she would be on duty even when she is out on her own (if she is allowed out on her own) with the unspoken assumption that Panties would not be allowed holidays, days off or even a moment, ever, when she mustn’t drop everything and hurry to attend to whatever whim Miss D and her friends might express. They also mentioned that Panties might be tasked with finding another sissy to share her duties and serve their endless needs. (And also because, as Miss D put it, “everyone needs some warmth and flesh-to-flesh contact," although in Panties' case, it would be "sissy flesh.”)