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I am a little bit different Maid Vikki. I live as a woman and do my domestic chores dressed in full Maid attire. I have often wanted to serve a Mistress as a full time maid, but any time I have put out advertisements or answered them I have never been answered. Perhaps it is because I live in the US. Your story and life sounds so fantastic, if only we all could have and live your dream! Maidginal
I am driving through a small town when I see a gorgeous woman standing next to her car with a flat tyre. I stop and offer to help. She is glad of my assistance and keeps brushing my arm with her polished nails as I get the spare from the boot. As I work at the side of her car and lay down to jack it up, so she stands close and thrills me with a view of her stockinged legs right up to her thighs. When I have finished fitting the new wheel she offers to buy me a drink to say thanks and we go to a nearby wine bar. The place is almost deserted but she leads me to a quiet table away from everything. No sooner than we are sipping our first glasses of wine she rests her hand on my thigh. Her hand rubs my thigh and she reaches over to kiss me lightly, before pulling back and asking if I liked it. When I say yes she sits closer and French kisses me. As I return her kiss her hand strays to my crotch and she swiftly releases my swollen manhood from my trousers then leans down and takes me deep in her hot mouth and sucking me expertly. Before I can react she squeezes me and sucks greedily before I explode then she swallows, licks and laps before sitting up and kissing me deeply. We pay for our wine and cross to the motel where we pay for a room for the night. Once in the room we are kissing passionately and striping urgently when she stops me removing her tiny leather skirt, but by now I am too excited and I fight and tear it off of her. There staring at me is a monster cock, smooth and shiny and so hard. I grab it and immediately suck it into my eager mouth. It twitches and she moans as I suck my first ever cock. She pushes my head so that it goes deep in my throat and I gag. Then she explodes in my mouth and I have to swallow to deal with all the hot, sticky cum. She pulls my head up and kisses me hard and before I know it we 69 until I cum.
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HI, my "name" is molly. I am a twenty something yr old hetero sissy. I spend many weekends at the home of my Mistress who is in her fifties. She is a Victorian type Woman who prefers to keep me as Her "little sissy girl". I am required to remain hair free with the exception of my head of course. Mistress dresses me in lots of frilly outfits. Party dresses, petticoats, rumba panties, tights and the like are standard for me. All my outfits are very short so my ruffled panties are displayed whenever I move about. I am made to do chores such as cleaning, laundry and ironing. Mistress has lots of rules I must abide by. Most important is that I conduct myself in a most prissy and dainty manner as taught by Mistress. Any misbehaviour or violation of rules earns me a sound hand, spoon or hairbrush spanking across Mistress's lap and then I am put into the corner for an hour or more. If I am sassy, I also get my mouth washed out with soap before my spanking. Mistress believes in early bedtime for sissy, 7pm being standard. After my bath, I am taken to the sissy nursery where Mistress inspects me for cleanliness then I am diapered which adds to my humiliation. She also puts a waist/wrist restraining strap on me so my hands are secured to my sides preventing naughty activities. I am under chastity control. Mistress is very strict when it comes to that. I do not wear a chastity device but I am monitored to make certain I don't play with myself. I am privileged to earn a milking every now and then when Mistress decides I've been a very good girl. When one occurs, a milking is administered in a very embarrassing manner and Mistress prefers to do it when a Lady friend is present to further add to my humiliation. Mistress expects me to be dainty at all times. I've been trained how to walk, curtsey, lisp and act like a proper sissy girl. Mistress has also trained me to be a proficient oral toy for Her pleasure. I do enjoy pleasing Her and always look forward to it even though it makes me so excited as well. However, She is the only one who is fully pleasured. The hardest thing I have had to get used to is the loss of privacy whenever I visit Mistress. She requires I keep the door to the Ladies room open at all times when being used and is a stickler for cleanliness and always inspects me afterwards. I am dressed as She decides regardless of the embarrassing nature of the outfit. Mistress also has me write lines for minor infractions after swatting my thighs pink. For that, She will lower my panties and insert a small plug before I am allowed to sit at the kitchen table to do my lines. I really dislike doing lines. But, I have come to learn, that when I'm naughty, I gladly accept any punishment Mistress decides. Its for my own good.
I WOULD LOVE TO DRESS IN LEATHER AND NYLONS AND WHITE HIGH HEELS AND SHARE A BATH WITH YOU.
I would love my wife to dress me in a white long satin corset, white deep lace-top bridal stockings, white frilly knickers, white patent shoes and then a light pink maids dress with 7 petticoats then dress similar herself, lie me back and make love both fully dressed in satin and lace. Dream, Dream, Dream
to be placed on display before a gathering of Mistress' - a metal chastity belt encasing my now useless "manhood" and an apparent female whom is also in a chastity belt. We are required to make passionate love as frustration mounts, metal hitting metal, our hearts touching the innermost being, pure love, not sex. the scene over, collared, diapered and sissified back to my sub servant life, frustrated but elated to have reached deep into my soul and find "love!"
Candy Dollie's First Shopping Trip a story by Candy Sissyboy (candytv@yahoo.com) Once I had dressed in the Pink Shorty dress, diapers, pink plastic panties, anklets and maryjanes I had brought with me, Mistress Mommy spoke. "Beginning tonight you’ll be dressed as my sissybaby Dollie 24/7. You will never be dressed any older than this and I promise you that every dress you wear will be short enough to show off your pretty plastic panties just like you told me in your emails!" "Oh wow...what I have I really let myself in for!" I thought. "Your earlier emails mentioned that becoming a sissybaby and getting spanked hard would be an excellent way to change your attitude," Mistress Mommy said. “In addition it won’t be enough for you to wear your girl’s clothes in private. You WILL wear them publicly just as you also mentioned. My new job at the TG bar in downtown Portland will make it all possible.” "That’s incredible!" I went. Mistress Mommy continued by adding, "I will see your humiliation is the heaviest by making you act and behave like you’re a complete sissybaby but you'll always be dressed as a grown man in the shortest little baby girl dresses. You’ll just have to face the world as a sissy-man showing off his plastic panties and diapers in baby girl's dresses from here on out!" Mistress Mommy broke out into a big grin. "I never agreed to that!" I excitedly burst but now it was too late. "Now look in the closet and see the new wardrobe I bought for you," Mistress Mommy said. "I've been getting them stocked up just for you." I stared in astonishment at the collection of daintily lace frilled ultra-short dresses, all guaranteed to keep my pretty plastic panties on full display front and back. "There must be a dozen of them!" I said. "These are your new clothes from now on," she said. "They'll go well with the dresses you brought up here so you'll always look like a real Dollie!" "You’ll never wear pants again, not even girl’s pants," Mistress Mommy said. “You’ll always be dressed in the cutest and shortest little babygirlie dresses that are perfect for your pretend age of 1 year old or younger, just like a real Betsy Wetsy. The more you look like a total sissybaby, the more likely you are to become a humble and obedient person who does what I say. While you’re dressed as my little sissybaby, I can picture you looking like a Dollie in your dainty little dresses with your pretty plastic panties filled with diapers showing completely. I can imagine you prancing away to play with your friends...and I will see you prance, talk and behave like a sissy every single minute and you will have 'friends' believe me!" "You will be dressed just like a cutesy little babygirl fulltime, every single day from now on" Mistress Mommy said, “and you’ll play and carry on as a little sissybaby in front of everyone here at home or outside. Oh, and some of my friends are coming here tonight." I shuddered at how fast things were moving along. Then Mistress Mommy brought out the handcuffs and paddle. "Turn around and place your hands behind your back because now it is time to sweeten you up and get you started in behaving the way I want you to behave from now on." Quickly I did as ordered and felt the handcuffs tighten around my wrist and click into position. Leading me by grabbing my ear, Mistress Mommy bent me over the back of a sofa, where she pulled down my plastic panties and diapers, then she lifted my restrained hands with one hand as she began to spank me hard with the wooden paddle that had holes for blistering my butt for real I had brought for her. At first I took the smacks without me crying but they began to come even harder and faster. "OUCH! OUCH! That hurts!" I went but Mistress Mommy was just getting started. "Remember how you had the fantasy of being a spankiedollie?" she said as the cane hit ever harder. "Well sweet cheeks, I just love to see tears and hear real sobs as well as see a very red butt when I spank someone and believe me I love to spank a lot!" My legs began to kick and my panted rear tried to shift but the paddle with holes kept right on coming with smack after smack. "Aaauuuh!" and all I could do now was moan as I began to feel myself break down. "Tonight we're going to the store right after this spanking and we're going to play lots of bend over games in public so everyone can see those nice sweet plastic panties! The sooner you begin to cry for real the sooner we can get going!" The strokes continued and I knew my rear was going to be full of red welts and blisters underneath my diapers and plastic panties. Then I began to cry. The tears flowed and I found myself suddenly sobbing with no control. Some more spanks followed as my legs thrashed and I heaved about. "Now is my sweet lil thing ready to go out?" Mistress Mommy went. "Nod yes if you're ready!" I nodded yes as I choked on my sobs. My nose was running with snot and tears streamed without stopping down my face. I felt myself being helped up by Mistress Mommy grabbing me by the ear. I stood with legs shaking and sobs pouring out of me. She pulled up my diapers, then my plastic panties, which she then adjusted for a perfect fit around my thighs. "Okay sweetums, head for the car and I want to see you swish for all you're worth!" Mistress Mommy explained. "If you do REAL good I'll take off the handcuffs and we can get on with showing the world what you really are like." I swayed my hips and took small steps as I cried while moving towards the front door. Mistress Mommy came over and opened the door and I continued on to the car that was parked out in the street. Seeing the traffic going by I now faced the world as a sissybaby Dollie for the first time and with my hot burning rear and my tears encouraging me, I swished for all I was worth right up to the passenger door. "Very good sweetums!" Mistress Mommy seemed pleased and she turned me around so the handcuffs could come off. "Now curtsey for me and thank me for letting you come here and being my Dollie." "Thank you very much Mistress Mommy for letting me become your Dollie!" I managed to get the words out as my sobs had died down. A car drove by slowly as I curtseyed sweetly while lifting my dress as high as I could and a horn blew. I had been seen! Mistress Mommy then handed me a soft rag and told me to blow my nose and wipe away my tears, then to get into the car. I got in and fastened my seatbelt. "Now let me see...I think Safeway is always open. Let's go there!" as Mistress Mommy thought about how she was going to really put her new sissybaby Dollie on complete public display. With shelves low enough to ensure complete bending over, high shelves that would guarantee the dress would raise even higher so that even the top of my plastic panties would show and public curtsey training, she knew that by the time they were done at the store, everyone there would see what a complete silly sissybaby this new Dollie of hers was. "Be sure you walk daintily every step or else you will get another spanking tonight!" Mistress Mommy was going to make sure that this Dollie was just as sweet as her name...Candy. I now knew that my fantasy was going to become a reality and that I was helpless to stop it...and furthermore I didn't want to stop this complete plunge into public plastic panty showing petticoat punishment as Mistress Mommy's sissybaby. The rush was so intense as I felt the night air on my smooth shaven legs, legs I had always kept that way, legs that were now showing and would always show from that moment forward. Mistress Mommy pulled up to the store. "Get out and let's go in...and be sure to do just what I say!" I opened the door. "Hold on to the hem of your dress with your right hand while your left arm holds your teddy bear, then mince along side of me." "Yes Mistress Mommy!" I sashayed right along side of her while daintily grasping my dress hem with my right hand, which sported pink fingernail polish. We came to the automatic opening doors and coming out were some teenage girls. "Look at the cutie pie!" one of them sang out. "Curtsey for them Candy," Mistress Mommy instructed and I did a full curtsey for them. The girls laughed and quickly ran off giggling away. Seeing the hand basket on the floor for the customers to use, Mistress Mommy told me to pick one up and do it sissy style by bending over fully, then to carry the basket in the left hand that was free while keeping my teddy bear under my arm and also holding the hem of my dress with the other. A loud wolf whistle came sailing our way. "Look at the crazy sissy!" a loud male voice went and I heard his friends make remarks as I picked up the red basket that went so nicely with my pale pink dress. Then I turned around and here were three older men all dressed like real men. "Curtsey for them too Candy," Mistress Mommy ordered, so I lifted with my one free hand the oh-so-short Lil Girlie dress and dipped sweetly. This brought out huge laughs and even more teasing remarks. We had not even made it to an aisle in the store yet! It was going to be a drawn out shopping trip that night and when it was over I figured over 30 people must have seen me prissily moving about and showing my pretty plastic panties and diapers off. One of the female clerks at the check stand asked Mistress Mommy about why I behaved so girlie and I was told to tell the lady what had happened. "I have been spanked good and hard so I become ever sweeter and obedient prissy sissybaby for my Mistress Mommy!" and this brought out a smile and a laugh from the lady. The lady clerk said, "I hope she blisters your butt good for wearing such short sissy dresses. You are so naughty!" "Believe me, Little Miss Candy here will be getting spanked good on a regular basis!" Mistress Mommy mentioned. "Now curtsey for the nice lady!" I did so after which the groceries were loaded into a cart that I had to push while bending over some, all the way back to the car which seemed so far away. A couple more horn honks and some yells let me know that the public plastic panty showing in my pretty dress continued to be noticed. Loading up the trunk and bending over with each individual plastic sack to show my well-diapered rear to the greatest extent, I completed the loading and had one more chore to do. "Now I want you to be a good girl for me and take that cart all the way back to the inside of the store. I'll be waiting right here as long as you are quick and mince swishily along as much as you can!" Mistress Mommy smiled and I curtseyed and proceeded to take the cart back, this time sashaying all by myself to the store. It felt so scary to be out in public dressed like this, behaving like this and all alone. As I came out of the store again I heard Mistress Mommy say, "Now be sure to hold on to the hem of your dress and prance yourself over here now Candy!" I quickly picked up the hem of my pretty pink too-short dress and did just as I had been told. Girlish giggles broke out from a car coming into the lot as they caught me in their headlights as I minced along so sweetly towards Mistress Mommy's car, which had been parked a good ways away. Soon enough I was by the car but it seemed like such a long walk. "Now curtsey and get in. Don't worry, we'll be coming back to the store in the daylight tomorrow so everyone who comes then can see just how pretty you are!" "Yes Mistress Mommy," I replied and climbed into the car, spreading my legs so anyone seeing me could look up my dress all the way to the wide pretty plastic panted crotch I would be sporting from that time forward. Mistress Mommy was not going to be shy in the slightest about making sure that my plastic panty showing sissybaby petticoat punishment was known to all. I knew in a matter of 24 hours she would make sure that the better part of the city section we lived in would know all about me. After a few days of this I would also automatically move along mincing just as sissy sweet as I could everywhere I was, at home and in public. The longer it went on the deeper I would feel myself becoming as big a sissybaby as I looked. I had wished to become Mistress Mommy's Dollie and she had gone one step further in making me live as a sissy man in too-short plastic panty and diaper-showing dresses and having to deal with the world and it's ridicule on an everyday basis for not just a few days or weeks, but for many years to come. What I had wished for I had received in full and there would be no turning back after that first dressing up, that first real spanking to tears, that first time out to the store. Like the real sissy I was I had succumbed to my deviate fantasy desires completely.
You have me right where You want me. Hands handcuffed behind my back, standing at attention in front of You. I am wearing my beautiful, satiny, frilly, black maid’s outfit, with a soft, satiny apron, and extra frilly petticoat and short skirt, as well as a lock to make sure that I wear it as long as You want me to. Underneath the outfit, I am tightly strapped into a severe discipline corset, barely allowing me to bend over and not allowing me to sit down, while reducing my waist eight full inches, and it is only a part of the beautiful, frilly lingerie I am wearing, which also covers my “clit,” which is tightly confined in a small, cold, metal chastity belt that snugly fits it when flaccid and does not allow me to get hard, ever. Needless to say, You hold the key to the chastity belt and everything else that is locked to my body. My legs are covered by jet black stockings and my feet are locked into a tight, locking pair of six inch black patent leather high heels. Ankle cuffs hold my legs close together. My face is perfectly made up as my lovely, glossy lips are pouted around a dildo gag protruding into my mouth and strapped to my face. A long blonde wig is fixed to my head, as well as a poofy maid’s cap, while a collar and leash are attached to my neck. You are about to go jog for a couple of hours, and You are giving me instructions on what to do while You are gone. As I stand before You, You explain to me my tasks. I am to vacuum Your entire apartment, and follow that up by dusting every surface in the apartment. I am to scrub the bathroom with a toothbrush, including the toilet which You purposely have not flushed for a few days. I am to hand wash Your used panties, socks, pantyhose and bra, and iron a pile of clothes in Your bedroom. With whatever time I have left, I am to sit and write punishment lines: “i am a sissy slut and I enjoy being a maid for Mistress.” You will judge my efficiency by the amount of lines I have written. You expect at least 100 by the time You come back, and for each line less than 100 I have satisfactorily completed, I will receive 3 whippings. To make my job that much tougher, I am to write each word in a different colour ink. As I am wearing the discipline corset, I also cannot sit down for this task—I will either be standing or on the floor for the entire time. You tell me that You are now going to give me a warning of what to expect if I disobey. While still handcuffed, You order me to bend forward with my face touching the wall. You place a coin between my nose and the wall and order me to keep the coin in place using my nose for 20 whippings. You begin to whip me. I try hard, but after about 12 whippings, I can hold on no longer and the coin falls down. You tell me not to move and proceed to whip me 24 more times, 3 times for each whipping short of my original goal of 20. With that, You uncuff my hands, let go of my leash, and tell me to get to work, and You leave. Before You go, You turn on a femdom DVD, turn up the volume, and lock the remote away. As the TV and DVD are also locked behind a display case, I have no way to shut off the volume and I will be exposed to a constant torrent of the sounds of bondage and Femdom. You promise me that if I am extra good, there will be a surprise in store for me later. my cock strains in its cold, metal prison upon hearing those words. I get to work. being gagged and breathing through only my nose, being in the discipline corset and taking only short breaths and not being able to sit down, and having my ankles still connected by a short chain to each other, it is very difficult. It takes 20 minutes just to vacuum, and 30 minutes to dust the apartment. my feet are in pain from walking and standing continuously in these six inch heels but I have no time to spare. It takes another 30 minutes to hand wash Your clothes, and 20 minutes to iron them. I have 20 minutes left to write out at least 100 punishment lines…5 per minute, a much harder task when You are standing in a tight corset and very high heels and have to write each word neatly in different colour ink. Alas, I only manage 60 punishment lines, and my hands, like the rest of my body, are exhausted in a sort of blissful pleasure that can only come from serving You. It is then that I hear You enter. You are wearing a tight black leotard, jogging shorts, athletic socks and a very ratty old pair of running shoes. Your skin glistens with sweat. You order me to my knees and order me to look down and not move. You inspect the entire apartment, and find it to Your satisfaction. Then You come over to see my progress on the punishment lines. You see that I am 40 lines short. You remove my gag and I breathe in heavily, and ask me what the meaning of this is. It takes me a minute to grab my breath, long enough for Mistress to grow restless, grab me by my leash, and drag me over to Your room. You order me up, and swiftly buckle my arms and legs to stocks on the wall. You tell me that You are disappointed in me. I am to receive 120 whippings for not completing the punishment lines, 20 for discontent because I breathed in heavily when my gag was removed, and 25 for not responding to Her question. She asks if I sniffed any of Her panties or socks while washing them. Her eyes bore straight into me and I cannot lie, and say yes. For that, She will whip me 20 more times, and because I am making Her do this after a jog, 10 more whippings. and since I have gone over 150 whippings for the day, She rounds up to the next hundred, giving me 200 for the day. With that, She tugs me forward with the leash and puts on an inflatable ball gag into my mouth, filling it up all the way She can. Mistress grabs a cat o’nine tails, and begins whipping me mercilessly. After 50 with the cat o’nine tails, She grabs Her flogger, for 50 more. At this point, She tugs forward again and removes the ball gag, and tells me that I am to say “thank You Mistress, that was ___ (the number of times She had whipped me), may I have another?” until we reach 200, in which case I am to thank Mistress for my punishment and beg for Her forgiveness. If I make a mistake in speaking, I am penalized 10 strokes. With that, She grabs Her bullwhip and gives me 50 more, which I somehow survive. Mistress than grabs a switch, and gives me 30 more, which I also manage to get through. There’s a pause, and Mistress tells me to wait and not make a sound. She returns with a new whip I have not seen before. She gives me a stroke…wow! The whip is electric. I barely stutter out what I am supposed to say, immediately penalizing myself 10 strokes. I concentrate, and despite the stinging shock of the blows, I recover and complete what ended up being 210 whippings. After I have begged Mistress for forgiveness, Mistress steps back and begins to take off Her leotard, exposing Her bra and breasts bulging out underneath. She comes forward, tugs the leash tight and asks if I will do everything She asks. I say Yes, Mistress. She removes me from the stocks, but immediately handcuffs me again with hand and elbow cuffs. My ankles are cuffed again, and I am pulled to the floor by the tug of the leash. You order me to crawl over to You, as You stand in the middle of the room. When I am a few inches away, You tell me to stop. You then order me to lean forward as far as possible, as You stand just far enough for me to be barely able to reach You. You tell me to stay there and inhale deeply. I do so, breathing in Your sweaty, feminine musk. After a few moments, when You are satisfied, You order me to pull off Your jogging shorts with my mouth. This was no easy task, but after a few minutes I succeeded. You then tell me to do the same with Your panties, which are almost glued to Your body by the sweat. The scent is indescribable and I labor away, taking a few minutes to drop them to Your sneakered and socked feet. You tell me to lean forward, and place my nose in the crotch of the soiled panties and shorts between Her feet. I do so, and You lock me in with Your sweaty thighs, keeping me there for close to 10 minutes as You begin to finger Yourself. You bring Yourself to orgasm, as I am trapped between Your legs, so close yet so far, revelling in the scent of Your used panties and dirty sneakers but being unable to get hard, as You bring Yourself to orgasm a few inches away. When You are done, You order me to sit up, and extend Your left foot toward me, just close enough so I can reach it with my face. You order me to just stare and admire it for five minutes. If it weren’t for the cold, metal chastity belt I were imprisoned in, I could hardly restrain myself, but I have no choice but to admire. After the five minutes are up, You order me to remove the sneakers with my mouth. It takes a while to undo the triple knot of Your shoelaces and to pry the old running shoe off of Your foot, but when I do, I am greeted with the nasty, lovely aroma of Your sweaty feet…for a few seconds, as You pull the foot away and order me to do the same with the other one. After I do so, You order me to bend down again, pick up the panties with my mouth, explicitly instructing me to place my lips over the crotch, and with Your sweaty socked foot, You shove the panties into my mouth and order me to suck on them loud enough so that You can hear me. You then order me to bend down again, and place the leg hole of one of Your two sneakers in front of me. You order me to place my nose over the leg hole, and I do so, as You grab the laces and lace the shoe around my head. You move the other sneaker right under my mouth so that my lips are planted on them, and keeping the dirty panties in place in my mouth. You lean back and watch the rest of the DVD that is still playing, as I tend to Your panties and shoes, overwhelmed by the taste and aroma. As I lean forward for this task, You use my back as Your footrest for Your tired feet. This continues for a half hour. The movie finally ends and You have already fingered Yourself to a couple more orgasms. You undo the laces and order me to stop sucking and sniffing and remove the panties from my mouth. You ask me how I enjoyed it, and I respond by saying it was the sweetest, most satisfying thing that I had ever done and that I absolutely love Her scent. Mistress tells me that despite my earlier mistakes, I was being a good little sub and I could earn a reward, including the possibility of the chastity belt coming off for one night and that I might even get to fuck Her, but only if I do everything She says. I tell Her that I would do anything for Her, and She tells me to lean forward and near Her pussy. She closes Her thighs around me, engulfing me, and tells me to open my mouth. She tells me that if I do not swallow every drop immediately, I could forget about the chastity belt coming off anytime soon and that She would whip me some more. A stream of warm, salty piss immediately splashes into my mouth. I struggle to drink Your golden nectar, but I catch it all and swallow it like the sweetest lemonade. When She is done, She sits up and tells me to lean forward, face up. I do so, and place my face underneath Her. She sits again, lowering Her asshole right over my mouth. “Clean me up,” is all She says, and I comply, licking Her dirty, sweaty asshole clean, as Mistress reminds me that She hasn’t wiped carefully all week and that my tongue will be put to this task more often in the future. After a good 15 minutes of licking Your asshole, You tell me to stop and sit up again. “Slave, do You like my feet?” You ask. As I begin to stammer out a response, You lift a socked foot and place it right over my nostrils and tell me shhhhhh. She keeps Her foot there for a couple of moments, before removing the foot and asking me how much I like Her feet again. Dizzy by the aroma, I can barely stammer out how much I wish to worship and love them. She laughs, and begins to twirl Her socked foot in front of me, curling the toes. I am mesmerized. She tells me…You are lucky to have me as a Mistress, for I will give You a choice. Since You have been a good slave, You have earned the right to remove the chastity belt for one hour and ejaculate in a manner which I see fit. However, You can also do this…” says Mistress, as She lifts Her smelly socked foot up once again and moves it up to my lips. What will it be? Mistress asks. As I open my mouth, Mistress already knows the answer and thrusts Her socked foot into my mouth, as I am in nirvana. Mistress tells me to lick Her socked feet thoroughly from top to bottom, spending 15 minutes on each foot. As one foot is in my mouth, the other foot runs over my eyes and especially my nose. After a half hour spent servicing both socked feet, She tells me to bite down on the toe end and remove Her left sock. I do so, and as it hangs from my mouth, She pushes it into my mouth with Her other socked foot, and She then tells me to repeat the process with that sock. When I remove that smelly, crusty sock, She shoves the sock in my mouth with Her beautiful, smelly foot, with black nail polish. She orders me to lick as Her feet hover over my eyes and nose tantalizingly. As I suck on Her socks, Mistress lays down the rules. From now on, I am Her maid and Her foot, pussy and toilet slave. I am to memorize the procedure for worshipping Her feet so that She would no longer have to repeat Herself, and I will learn how to massage Her feet, take care of them and give Her pedicures. No matter how smelly or dirty Her feet may be, I am to worship them. The same applies to Her sneakers, socks, pussy, ass or anything else She wants to stick in my mouth or use my tongue on. She soon tells me to stop and look up. As She curls Her toes right in front of my nose and eyes, She tells me that by choosing to worship Her feet instead of remove the chastity belt, I have made the right choice and proven that I am devoted to Her and am Her total bitch and slave. She said that Her rule is that the number of punishment lines I wasn’t able to complete earlier would be the number of days before I am even given the opportunity to remove the belt again, which is 40, with removal of the belt not guaranteeing ejaculation and certainly not intercourse. During that time, the key will remain with Her and I will be Her total foot slut and sissy. She then tells me that I will still be given the opportunity to fuck Her, that night, if I surrender another 40 days without orgasm by worshipping Her divine bare feet. She runs a toe gently over my lips and tells me that if I say no, I will still be kept in the belt for 40 days, but that I will have to jump through hoops to even hope to be allowed to orgasm, and that in addition, compromising pictures of myself would be sent to a close contact of mine of Her choice. As my cock throbs inside its iron prison, I open my lips and kiss Her toes. Without further word, I proceed to lick in-between each of Mistress’ toes, swallow all the lint, sweat and toe jam, lick Her soles, kiss Her ankles and scrape underneath Her toenails with my tongue and teeth. Later that night, Mistress keeps Her promise and lets me fuck Her. She places a large strap-on over my chastised cock, ties me spread eagle to the bed, gags me with the inflatable ball gag again, and rides “my” cock, as my real cock squirms in its iron prison below, not feeling anything at all, as it is completely covered by the much larger strap-on dildo. That night, I stay in my corset and heels, but I also wear the soggy, sweaty leotard, panties, socks and bra that Mistress wore to jog, and the sneakers are once again placed over my nose and mouth. I also remain tied spread eagle, but this time in a cage at the foot of Mistress’ bed, my new home. It is uncomfortable at first, but I learn to enjoy it, as I yearn to please Mistress more and more.
"Honey, why have you done this to me?" he asked. This time it came out in a pleading tone and not with the anger that had gotten him in big trouble earlier. "She's not following directions very well, is she?" Sheila said as she glanced over at her ‘man’. Rose let out a little laugh before answering. "No, she just doesn't seem to understand what silent means. Do you want to do it or shall I?" Sheila sighed. "I'll do it," she answered as she walked up to Dan. He had a pathetic look in his eyes as she told him to open wide. The gag was in his mouth before he could even get a good look at it. Sheila held it firmly in place with one hand as she reached behind him with the other hand to get the straps together. She pulled them tight and fastened the buckle behind his neck. There was no urgency to what she was doing. It was just a matter-of-fact thing she had to do to put an end to a minor nuisance. He wouldn't bother them with any more of his nonsense and after some hours with that gag pressing against the back of his mouth, he would begin to understand what she meant when she told him that he was to remain totally silent. Dan didn't understand what was going on at all. He just couldn't believe what he saw happening. Now all he could do was stand there and watch as Sheila walked over to sit down next to Rose again. She lit up another cigarette and the two girls picked up their conversation right where they had been before he had interrupted them. Neither girl seemed to pay him much mind as they talked about various things and sipped their coffee. Every now and then one of them would glance at him and smile a little but they seemed to be just enjoying themselves, totally unconcerned by anything else - least of all him. If he had been able to move, he would have given them cause for concern. Almost an hour passed before they got up and left the room. He could hear them at the other end of the house and in a little while they walked by carrying some boxes. They carried them right out the front door and then made several more trips bringing in other boxes and then taking more boxes out. All Dan could do was to stand there and watch. Once they had finished moving boxes and things around, they came in with the camera. It was the one they had used to document his voluntary actions as he got dressed in the first place. The two girls reloaded the film and proceeded to kill two more rolls taking pictures of him from every angle. Without a word, both girls got their purses and all the film they had shot and they left. He could hear them lock the door as they went and he could even hear two engines start and pull away. Dan stood there silent and helpless. He was very uncomfortable. Embarrassment had pretty much replaced his anger but he was still extremely confused. What was going on and why? Where had they gone and how long would they be? Why had Rose shown up? What about the party? He had plenty of time to think about those questions and a lot more but he just couldn't come up with any good answers. At long last he heard one car pull into the driveway and soon there was the sound of a key in the door. He wondered where his truck was since that was one of the engines he'd heard leaving - but it had not returned. Laughing, the two girls walked by carrying several bags. They were chatting about someone they had seen at the store and they were getting a big kick out of what they were talking about. They only gave him enough of a look to see that he was still there as they went on by. When they returned to the living room, Sheila pulled a chair a little closer to him and she sat down. "I guess we may as well tell her now, what do you think?" she said. Rose agreed. "Yeah, why don't you go ahead and I'll get us some fresh coffee." Sheila sat back and crossed her legs. She was a sexy sight in her tight jeans as she sat there. She could see that very same thought in his eyes and she leaned forward and put her elbow on her knee and cupped her chin in her hand. She put her other hand on her hip as she studied him carefully. Dan couldn't see her mouth with her hand covering it, but if he could have seen it, he'd have seen a very satisfied smile. He still didn't know what was going on but he damn well knew that he was tired of it. It had been long enough now that he had gotten furious again - but that was quickly being replaced by fear as he watched Sheila's face and tried to gauge what she was thinking. "Well, well, well, Sweetie. You're quite a pretty sight," she finally said. Dan turned his head to look at the full length mirror they had set up for him earlier. It clearly showed him that he was a pretty sight. Bizarre, but sort of pretty. He looked back at Sheila. "That's right Honey. Take a good look. It's you, it really is you." Dan began to blush again as he had when this had first happened a few hours ago. Rose walked back into the room with the coffee. She looked up at him and said, "She sure looks sexy when she blushes like that. It puts color in her cheeks. I think you should keep her blushing all the time." "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. She'll be blushing a lot of the time from now on, believe me." Sheila took a sip of her coffee and lit a cigarette before she leaned back again. Taking a long drag, she watched as the smoke lazily curled into the air and got caught in the flow of the air conditioning. Then she fixed her gaze on Dan. "Why?" she said. "Why is simple. Because I wanted to and because I could. That's why. You would have done better to ask what." She took a sip of her coffee and looked over at Rose. The girls smiled at each other. Rose couldn't wait. She looked at Dan and blurted out, "There was no party, you know. It was all a story and you fell for it because you thought I would be there." He had already figured out that there was no party. Too much time had gone by for there to be a party that they had to go to. No, that much had become clear to him. As to Rose being there, yes, that was part of what had made him go along with this whole stupid idea. He did like her. He enjoyed baiting her and watching her squirm when he made an off color remark. That was all in fun and he always thought she enjoyed it too. Hell, she always gave as good as she got. Sheila took over. It was, after all, her show. "Rose is right. This was all pretty well planned out and we both want to thank you for making it so easy. Oh, you gave me a very hard time about the costume but you did finally come around. I like that." She smiled at him in a way that seemed to say that she did like that or something. Another drag on her smoke and she continued. "That's a hell of a costume you're wearing. What you don't know yet is that this is NOT a costume at all. It is now YOUR FULL TIME UNIFORM. Get used to it Dear, it's all you will be wearing from now on - with only a few minor exceptions. I now have over a hundred pictures of you willingly dressing up like a sissy and then looking like you wanted to be all bound up dressed just like that. I will show them around if you make it necessary by giving me any trouble. You know what everyone will think you are, don't you? You really have no choice anymore, Sweetheart." Dan looked back at the helpless girl in the mirror again. He saw his face staring back at him looking fairly attractive in the heavy makeup Sheila had skillfully applied. There was a ball gag secured in her mouth while her face was perfectly framed by the pretty blonde wig which added to his very feminine appearance. Bad as all that was, he was also fully dressed as a girl. No, he wasn't just dressed as a girl. He was dressed as a servant girl, a house maid. The shiny black dress he was wearing zipped all the way up the back. It had a wide rounded white collar which was starched stiff as a board. The white sleeves of the black dress had puffed out rounded shoulders and then they were tight right down to the elbows - where they ended in a tight band of black material. The wide skirt of the maid's dress ended about four inches above his knees showing a lot of pretty leg. There was a crisply starched white apron fastened around his waist with a large bow in the back. That apron gave him a totally servile look. Pinned to the blonde wig was a crisp little maid's cap that perfectly matched the apron around his waist. He was balanced on a pair of four inch spike heeled black pumps and the jet black stockings hid the hair on his legs (which would soon be gone) giving them a very long and sexy look. The maid Dan saw in the mirror was totally bound and gagged. His wrists and elbows hurt where they were fastened too tightly together and then to one of the heavy columns beside the fireplace. His knees and ankles were likewise tightly bound together and then to the column. The strong black nylon straps the girls had used was totally unyielding as it cut cruelly into his flesh. He had told them they were pulling the straps too tight when they were first securing them for the "fun" pictures they wanted to take. He guessed it had been "fun" for them but this is how the maid had been for almost four hours now. The last three hours, there had been a gag firmly secured in her mouth. Dan fully realized he was totally helpless. He had tried over and over to free himself during the first two hours, before his strength finally failed him. There was now no doubt in his mind. He was completely in their power. He looked back at Sheila who had been waiting to give him plenty of time to digest his situation and everything she had said to him. She gave him a little extra time to study himself in the mirror. "I think you look real cute, don't you agree?" she asked and she patiently waited for him to answer. When he saw that she was not about to go on, he nodded his head a little. He did agree that what he saw looked cute. He certainly didn't like it or plan to stay that way one second after she turned him loose. He could already feel the satisfaction of ripping off all the sexy underwear she had him wearing. The black panties and bra, the full black slip and the garter belt that hooked behind him would all be shredded. He realized that the heavy black corset would be another story and he would have to remove that as well as the heavy panty girdle that held his male equipment so tightly that it couldn't be seen. Even so, he would be out of it all in no time as soon as they made the mistake of releasing him. Well, as soon as some of his strength returned. "Good. We agree you look cute. You look like a maidservant now and I want you to know something - that is just how you will always look from now on." She paused a long moment to let the thought sink in. "BUT" She finally continued - the word rang out like a shot, startling Dan as it echoed through the heavy silence. She repeated it, "BUT" - looking like a perfect maidservant is only part of the story. You are going to BECOME my perfect maidservant and that is what you will remain from this day on, My Dear." "Fat chance!" he thought to himself. "You don't know just how much of a man I really am. You don't know, but you're going to find out." He knew he wasn't very big in stature, but he was quite strong and prided himself on being a macho guy. He certainly thought she would have known him better after the two months he had been living with her. "Getting me into a dress once for a joke or a party is one thing - but if you think you are going to keep me dressed up as your maid, you have another thought coming," his mind screamed out. Dan stood there with all his muscles aching from the strain of the straps. His strength was gone. The high heels had the muscles in the back of his legs cramping painfully. In addition to silencing him, the gag just added to his complete discomfort. Sheila looked up at him from her comfortable easy chair. She casually threw her leg over the edge of the chair as if to dramatize the stark difference between the lady of the house and her maid. Sheila had an almost motherly look on her face as she explained the rest to him. "I know you don't believe me now, but you will see. You will perform all the duties that a maid is expected to perform and you will do them perfectly. You will learn not to speak. You will soon be answering any instruction you receive with a curtsey and a respectful ‘Yes Ma'am’ and you will learn to curtsey so that it is just the cutest sight imaginable. You will be fully trained in all of this before we move on to the next phase." Dan's eyes were wide. She actually believed what she was saying. She was serious! "Believe it Dear. Believe it and adjust to it. That way things will move quickly and we will both enjoy the next phase," she told her unbelieving lover. Rose chimed in. "Shall I get him his present?" She was simply delighted to be a part of this whole process. It did her heart good, especially in view of the serious problems both of them had suffered through with various men in the past. Since their last breakups, they had become closer than ever. This all seemed like a dream come true for her, especially since she had grown to love Sheila very deeply. She hoped that it was only a matter of time now before Sheila would know of and return her love and even share her new maid and his favors with her. The thought of the three of them together kept playing in her mind. Right now, Rose couldn't wait to see Dan wearing his present. "By all means, go get it. I can't wait to get started." She turned back to Dan and said, "You have proven yourself to be a wonderful lover. That is something a woman needs. Unfortunately, keeping a good lover, maintaining his interest and keeping him faithful - can be a difficult task. I have now found a way to make it quite easy. The only other thing a woman really should have is a maid. Once you have become my obedient pretty little maid too, you will always be here to fill all of my needs. That will be the next phase, after your domestic maid training, and we will both love it, you'll see." Rose returned, carrying a large leather collar which looked like it might fit a huge dog. He could see it had a small black box attached to it. Stepping over to him, Rose fitted the collar snugly around his neck, and then locked it in place with a strong padlock. Once it was in place, she stepped away from him saying, "There's your present. It even has a big surprise inside." As he looked over at Sheila, she was casually reaching into her purse. There was a small device in her hand when it came out of her purse and she just barely touched the button on that device for a fraction of a second. Dan's knees would have buckled as the intense electric shock hit his neck but his knees were tightly bound to the post. Even so, his eyes grew wide and he would have fallen over if he hadn't been secured by his wrists and elbows too. He did fall forward from his shoulders, hanging from his tightly strapped elbows, as he involuntarily bit into the gag. Sheila simply clipped the device to her blouse and smiled up at him. Dan slowly regained control of his muscles, allowing him once again to balance on the stiletto heels and relieve the strain on his arms. He thought his shoulders would be pulled out of their sockets if he hung like that any longer and he was probably right. Looking back at Sheila, he saw she had gotten out of her chair and she was approaching him. She came to a stop about five feet from where he was standing and she began to speak. "I know you don't want to believe me yet but I have told you the absolute facts. You are going to become my full time uniformed maidservant except for some time every evening or so when you will become my lover in one way or another. It's going to be just wonderful and it IS going to happen. That collar will help you cooperate with your training by removing any ideas of escaping or fighting the process so that you can keep your mind completely on what you are learning. Your cooperation, which you will give, will help things go smoothly and quickly." Rose was pleased with herself since the electroshock training collar had been her idea and she had even found people to modify the devices for them. She was bubbling with excitement and just couldn't wait to tell Dan more about the collar she had locked around his neck. She was positively jubilant as she explained it to him. "There's a proximity sensor in the collar that will automatically shock you if Sheila takes one more step toward you. So you see, you can't get close to either controller. Yeah, I have one too. Also, the house has been wired so that you can't leave. We've taken all of your things, all of them, and they left here in your truck with us this evening. You won't see any of them again or if you do, it won't be for a very long time. By then you won't need or want them. Isn't it great? There's nothing you can do about it but go along with the program." To prove what Rose had just said, Sheila took another short step toward him and Dan got a jolt. She quickly stepped back as he struggled to regain control of his body. Sheila looked at him with a look of compassion in her eyes. "I truly hope that you won't ever have to suffer another hit like that but it was necessary for you to learn that this is nothing to be taken lightly. We did this while you were still bound to that post so you wouldn't fall down. Make no mistake, the charge your collar puts out will knock you right to the ground if either of us push the button or if you get too close to either of us or if you try to leave the house. Now, Rose is going to untie you and you WILL be a good, cooperative and well behaved girl while I explain the rest of your situation to you." Rose quickly removed the straps that had held him to the post for so long. Before removing the gag, she told him to remember that he was to be totally silent. He stood there in front of the two ladies, wearing his servile maid's uniform and he just didn't know what to do. After glaring at them briefly, he lowered his eyes toward the floor. Rose walked over to her purse and got out her remote controller device, pinning it to her blouse like a piece of jewelry before she sat down. "You, Dan, will remain standing and you will stop fidgeting with your skirt. Stand at attention. A maid always stands at attention in the presence of her mistress and you may just as well learn that right now. Also, that shocking collar is too dangerous to use for discipline and you will need discipline. For that, you will be bound and gagged and left for periods of time to think about what you should and shouldn't do. If it is bad enough, you may be spanked from time to time. That will continue even after you have truly adjusted to your new life and the collar is no longer needed or used." "You will do ALL the so-called ‘woman's’ work from now on. That will include, but won't be limited to, doing all the laundry, cooking, baking, washing dishes and cleaning. Your responsibilities will include all the menial household chores from dusting to flower arranging to sewing and, in time, you will even be doing all the shopping, gardening and even mowing the lawn and washing my car. Naturally, you will serve at parties too. That is, after all, what a maid is for. You will be doing all of that and more and you will be doing all of it in one of your nice little maid's uniforms complete with your apron, cap and high heels. You're going to be just the cutest sight from now on and you will learn to keep yourself pretty at all times and even take pride in how feminine you look." Sheila paused to light a cigarette and give Dan a chance to catch up. By this point, Dan's head was spinning. Could he actually be hearing what he was hearing? Could he be dressed in a maid's dress and standing powerless in front of two beautiful women? He stole a quick look in the mirror, hoping to find that this was all only a dream but the girl looking back at him was indeed nothing more than a mere maid and she was Dan. He could feel the panic in his stomach as he started to believe what his girlfriend was telling him. Her laugh brought him back to paying attention. Sheila continued laughing as she said, "Your new position suits you much better than that silly job you had anyway. I was getting tired of listening to you complain about all that heavy equipment and the shape it was in. You'll do much better here. I'll give them a call on Monday to tell them you went back to New York and said they could just shove their job." She paused a moment to take a long drag on her cigarette and smile at Rose before going on. Looking back at her maid, she continued, "When they ask, and they will, I will inform them that we had a major difference of opinion over how things should be between us. I'll go on to tell them that I honestly believe that none of us will ever see Dan again." She winked at Rose as she added, "All of that part is completely true too. I could also say that I have reason to believe you have taken another position in the uniformed service and that your duties will undoubtedly keep you very busy. That should take care of your contacts and commitments around here - as Dan." Both girls were laughing by the time Sheila finished. Once they were back under control, she continued. "That covers your old job and most of your new duties. Your conduct will be just as important if not more so. I have no doubt that most punishment you are subjected to will be because of problems with what I am about to say. Rest assured, you'll learn all of this so that your conduct will be a natural part of you. First, you will only speak to answer when you are given an instruction. At those time you WILL say ‘Yes Ma'am’ and you WILL curtsey. You will curtsey when you enter a room that either one of us is in and you will also curtsey when you leave that room. A curtsey will be used to acknowledge any instructions. Your every motion is to become and remain just as feminine as possible. Make absolutely no mistake here. I mean everything I just said. Is that all quite clear Dan?" It was the longest minute of Dan's life. He stood there silently, trying to think. Finally, he knew what he had to do. Dan felt something die inside of his soul at that moment as he surrendered himself to his new life and executed what he thought would pass for a curtsey. Without the least bit of defiance he said, "Yes Ma'am," to his girlfriend, Sheila. Sheila laughed out loud. Rose joined in with a nervous laugh too. This had been the pivotal moment, one which could have gone either way. They had been holding their breath over how this critical moment would turn out. Now, they had won and they knew it. His actions had said it all. What fight may have been left in Dan was now gone and it would never return. More to the point, Dan knew it was over too as he stood there holding his skirts out with his head bowed to these two beautiful women. His curtsey was pathetic. Not only in the gut-wrenching meaning it would forever have for him but also in the awkward way he carried it out. It would have been funny if it hadn't been for the serious meaning of the moment. Over the next twenty minutes he learned how to execute an appropriately feminine curtsey and do it properly. They gently taught him that first lesson in femininity and he did his very best to learn it well. An hour passed. Dan was renamed Dee and he finished learning when and how to curtsey properly. He was sent to fetch coffee for them and to get them cookies. He even took it on himself to empty the ash trays. He was already starting to learn. Soon he was standing by, as a maid should, in case they wanted anything. They were now pretty much ignoring him, with occasional glances in his direction, as they discussed their schedules and the intensive training of the new maid. Every now and then they would send the maid to get them more coffee or something but, for the most part, the maid simply stood off to the side silently awaiting anything either of them might need. Rose had moved her things into the house since she was going to be there when Sheila had to be at work. Living there would be the best part yet for Rose. She would have to work to keep her love secret from Sheila but it would be worth the effort. In time it would all pay off but there was another reason for her to be there. Between the two of them, one of them would always be home to continue training and supervising the maid until everything was second nature to her and there was nothing left but the most feminine maidservant imaginable. They paused in their conversation long enough for Sheila to give the new maid some good news. "It really isn't as bad as it may look, Honey. You're being so good, I think I should tell you the brighter side right now. Later, after you have proven yourself in your new position and you have regained limited bedroom privileges with me, you will occasionally be rewarded by being able to accompany one or both of us out to dinner and dancing and other enjoyable things. By that time you won't be able to pass as a man so you will just be one of the girls when we do go out. You will enjoy that much more than you know. Of course, when we return from those outings, it will be right back into uniform for you, but at least you will have our sex together and the various outings to look forward to. By this time next year you won't ever want it to be any other way." They sent the maid to clear up the kitchen and to make up the smaller of the guest rooms for herself. Dee found several additional maid's uniforms in the small room including one spectacular french maid uniform which, they told him, was for entertaining. There was also an assortment of frilly underwear and a couple of nightgowns. The maid carefully put all ‘her’ new things away including one very pretty pink party dress that was obviously for sometime in the future when they went out. Next ‘she’ was sent to make up the larger room for Rose. After also putting away all of Rose's things, Dee realized that the only jeans or pants in the house were Sheila's or Rose's. He was to be kept in nothing but dresses. There wasn't even a skirt for him. Dresses only. He could now see how carefully planned out this whole thing was. Once the new maid had completed these chores, the girls escorted her into her room. They pointed out that there were chains secured to the small four poster bed and explained that he would be sleeping in those chains a fair bit of the time as part of his attitude adjustment and so that the girls could sleep peacefully. There was also a short chain hooked to the floor where they explained that his neck and knees would be fastened from time to time for disciplinary purposes. They had truly thought of everything. * * * * * * * * * * Months passed. Dan had gone along with their program because he had resigned himself to it, although he was still hoping, biding his time until he could catch them in a weak moment, then get away or at least take the upper hand. That time didn't come. He got his fair share of discipline and he behaved better and better in an effort to avoid it. Sometimes he was bound and gagged for half a day for no reason other than to remind him who was in charge. Little by little, he adjusted to what he now accepted as his new role in life. The cooperation he may have thought he was faking subtly caused him to learn how to always move in the most feminine way. Saying ‘Yes Ma'am’ became automatic and so did curtseying. He naturally stood where he was out of the way but could be seen and called if they needed anything and he learned how to do all the ‘woman's work’ and do it to their satisfaction. Keeping his eyes lowered became second nature to him too as he became more docile and obedient. He learned his chores and did them. He stayed busy. When he was finally taken into the bedroom, Sheila had left her controller in the other room so that they could be next to each other. This was the chance he had been waiting for. Funny though, he just made love to her. It turned out to be the best, most intense sensual sex he could remember in his entire life. He spent the whole next day floating on a cloud as he minced around in his pretty but servile maids uniform doing his chores. That night was a repeat of the previous night. His spirits soared. Another month passed before his electric collar came off. By that time it didn't seem to matter. His days were filled with looking pretty, doing his chores and serving his ladies. His nights began with servicing his mistress and then making love to her. He was even sleeping with her most nights. Life was good again. Different but very good. He had been quite embarrassed at the first three parties Sheila had given especially since he had known many of the guests. The worst part was that many of them knew who and what he was. That had really bothered him at first but he had now reached the point where he realized that this was his life and he wasn't about to do anything to mess it up. He had grown to love Sheila more deeply than he had ever believed possible and he wanted to do nothing but make her happy. He had also grown to love the french maids uniform and he looked very sexy in it. That helped make up for not being able to enjoy himself with the others but it also added to his embarrassment, especially when he was serving a girl who he might otherwise have liked to take to bed. It was almost as though Sheila gave these parties to show him off and prove her power over him. She enjoyed seeing him prance about serving her beautiful girlfriends knowing how it made him feel and that it only made him more dependent on her. She would always punish him after the party for flirting with one of the girls or possibly with one of the guys. He was getting to the point where he looked forward to the next party so he could at least see pretty girls enjoying themselves and because he would get to wear what was now his favorite uniform. Rose had moved out after he had been thoroughly trained and now only visited once or twice a week. Parties were another time he could see her too. She always baited him unmercifully to watch him squirm as he had once done to her. The only difference now was that she had so much to tease him about and all he could do was blush, smile nicely, curtsey and say ‘Yes Ma'am’. The punishment after the parties was also something he had grown to look forward to. The only down side was the guys. They seemed to like him and that gave him some serious trouble and concern. Sheila couldn't get over how well it had all turned out and especially how well Dee had turned out. ‘She’ was now the most perfect maidservant a lady could ever hope to have. ‘She’ had become totally docile and perfectly obedient in every way. ‘She’ now carried herself in the most feminine manner, always mindful of her "serving girl" position as she pranced around in her pretty uniforms and high heels. ‘She’ never failed to show respect, did her work well and stood silently in sight but out of the way whenever she wasn't busy doing her household chores. ‘She’ had even grown to love who and what she had become. As a lover too, Dan was just perfect. It was time for the next big reward. One morning, as he was starching and ironing one of his many maid's uniforms, Sheila stuck her head in the door. Smiling with great satisfaction as she watched the pretty uniformed and very feminine maidservant she had created for herself, she said, "Dee, we're going out with Rose tonight for dinner and some drinks. After lunch you better start getting yourself ready. Try on your pink chiffon party dress, that's what you'll be wearing. I want you to look extra pretty tonight, Sweetie." Dee curtsied with a big smile and said, "Yes Ma'am," He added eagerly, "I can't wait." Sheila went off to work, smiling to herself. Tomorrow she would have to punish her maid for adding that last part but for now the three ‘girls’ would enjoy their evening out together.
Dressed in full maids uniform, hands tied behind me, then dragged through the streets of manchester on a leash by my mistress, my stocking tops on show to everyone.
While traveling, I am taken and made to be a sissy wife/gf. Body altered so i can never leave.
i love to wear satin wedding gowns would love to share that dream i have 2 satin gowns and they feel soft and sexy would like to share them
i want to be a slave maid dressed in a silk maids uniform with black seamed stockings & black patent shoes with a 6in heel and cap i am locked into a chasity belt and have to do my mistress bidding without question i have to undress her then redress her without touching her wash her underwear by hand if she is not satisfied with my work i am forced to bend over and have my wrists strapped to my ankles my panties are pulled down my skirt lifted and i am spanked by my mistress till i am red raw then i am forced to sniff her crutch and kiss her navel and both cheeks of her arse after which i am locked into a cage for at least 24 hours where i am forced to watch her having lesbian sex after my 24 hours are over i am strapped naked on to a table with a mask and gag and my legs spread wide she then gets a virbrator and pushes it right up my arse to make me squeel then when that is done i am released and forced to have a golden shower and roll in and eat her shit
This story id from 'shiny nylon apron milker'. I would like Miss Elaine to instruct maid Vikki to crosdress me in front of her. Vikki would lace me very tightly, into a black nylon dicipline corset, laced so tightly that i could barely utter the words 'yes Miss Elaine, i am a transvestite poof'.Then shiny black stockings and 6" patent heels. Vikki would then bind my sissy clit and sissy balls in a pink satin ribbon. She would strech my balls down and wrap the pink satin ribbon around the streched bag so that my sissy bad would be 4" long with my two little sissy balls protruding at the end. Vikki would then bind the full lenght of my by now very hard clit so that only the head showed at the end on the shiny pink satin shaft. She would finish he binding with a pretty pink satin bow with which she would secure a small bell to the top of my sissy clit. It would be all i could do to keep from spilling my sissy milk on Vikky's black satin gloves. Next she would apply a neck corset with a pink satin leash. Vikky would then help me don a very shiny black nylon mackintosh and belt it tightly. My belled and satin bound clit would protrude through the front of my nylon coat. To stop my ooohing and aaahing, Vikky would put a black shiny nylon hood on me and gag me with an 8" penis gag. Next my sissy arms would be bound tightly behind me at the elbows and the wrists. Vikky would announce to Miss Elaine in the next room,that 'the sissy is ready Miss Elain'. "Parade her! " would come Miss Elain's reply. Vikky would take the leash attached to my neck corset and lead me to Miss Elaine in the next room. My hobbling gait in my 6" heels would make make my clit bell ring with every sissy step. Miss Elain, reclining in a leather couch, wearing patent tight boots, tight black satin pencil skirt, white satin blouse, black leather gloves and holding a crop, would survey the transvestite on a leash in front of her. "Excellent Vikky" she would say, "but I dont know about about her clit being so visible. Perhaps an apron?" Vikky fetches a very frilly and very shinty pink nylon apron, which she ties around my waist, with a big bow at the back. "ow maid" says Miss Elaine, " walk around the room and modle your apron for us". I totter about in my high heels, the apron about my waist also hanging from my errect satin bound clit. The bell rings with every tiny step, drawing attention to my apron and the bulge beneath it. It highlights the fact that i am a transvestite parading around the room in a shiny nylon coat and apron. I feel so humiliated. "Better I think" says Miss Elaine. "Vikky, I think you have done a wonderful job. She could definitely be our new slave slut. You deserve a reward. Would you like to have maid milk you with her mouth?". "Oh yes Miss" she says. "Ok" says Miss Elaine. "Vikky, remove maid's gag and have her kneel in front of you" Vikky obeys and I kneel in front of her, ready to suck the milk from her sissy maid's clit. Her clit is already hard in anticipation. As a am about to take Vikky'c clit in my mouth, Miss Elaine approaches, strokes my aproned clit with her crop and says "I want you and Vikky to cum at the same time. She will cum in your mouth and you will come in your apron. Is that clear?" Vikky removes my penis gag. "You dont need any stimulation, do you dear, sucking Vikky's cock makes you want cover your apron in cream, dosen't it maid! So go ahead sissies, cream yourselves. I'll make sure the cameras are rolling so the everybody can see what you two sissies enjoy doing". I suck Vikky's hard cock, and she pushes the head of her cock to the back of my throat, holding my head with her satin gloved hands. She uses my mouth as a pussy, pumping my mouth. I moan and suck as her satin maids skirt and apron brush my hooded face. The shiny pink nylon of my coat and apron rubs my sissy cock and I so want to cum in my shiny nylon apron. My little cock bell is ringing furiously.When Vikky explodes in my mouth I spurt my cream in the shiny nylon materiel. Vikky's cream spills from my mouth (she hasn't been allowed to cum for 3 weeks) onto my shiny black coat and runs down to my corsetted waist in white creamy streaks. My cream runs down my nylon apron, onto the floor and onto Vikky's patent heels. "Now sissies' " says Miss Elaine, "that was excellent. Lick up all the spilled cream and I'll swithch off the cameras. When you arefinished Vikky, gag the maid and take her to the bed in the spare room and insert a 6" plug in her. Then tie her legs. She needs a rest poor thing. TV Mistress Paula is coming later and I think she would like to give maid's sissy ass a good fucking.
Hi there since I work in a large Victorian household, as a parlour maid, my aim/fantasy is to attract one of my bosses enough that she will want to marry me. I am longing for the moment when she asks me to be her wife. There are eleven other sissy maids on the staff, and I would like to think that I am the prettiest of everyone, including the housekeeper. can you give me a few hints on how to do this. I am trying to get promoted to upstairs maid which makes me more noticable, but being in a long victorian dress is not getting me there right now. thanks wendy (sissymaid2005@yahoo.com)
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