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This is a sequel to Ms Ellen Wootons story of her sissy maid husband. Part 1 of the original story can be found here:
The making of a sissy maid husband
by Daniela
As the romance between the Mistress and Mr. Marcus blossomed, they became more and more inseparable. One day, the Mistress summoned me to the Office. Before I became her maidservant, this room had been mine. Now I was forbidden to use it any more, except to clean, polish and dust, or when I was summoned at the Mistress’s express command. There she was, seated in the grand chair behind the desk, Mr Marcus to one side lounging easily in another chair. There were no more chairs, nor was one offered. Instead, I had to stand on a black mat, which was brought out especially for occasions such as these. On the black mat was painted in white the outline of a small square, with just enough room for me to stand with my feet inside. I was extremely careful not to touch any of the white lines with my feet, since I knew the Mistress regarded this as a serious offence. With hands behind my back, I looked meekly at the floor, waiting for the Mistress to speak.
“Glenda, legally you are still my husband, but for many months now you have been my servant. This arrangement cannot continue any longer. I have decided to divorce you and marry Marcus. You are no longer fit to be my husband, if you were ever were”.
I stood there with my mouth hanging open, I could not help it. This was a bombshell.
“Glenda, stop looking like a moronic goldfish, and close your mouth immediately!”
I closed my mouth, I was dumbfounded.
“There is more”, the Mistress continued. “After the wedding, Marcus and I will be moving to a new much larger house. It will need a lot more upkeep, and we will need a full-time servant. I expect you to hand in your resignation to your present employers so that you can devote yourself solely to your work as a maid. There is a letter of resignation here for you to sign, as well as the divorce documents which Mr. Marcus will witness. But if you make any trouble, I will have no choice but to present this photograph collection as evidence to the divorce court”.
In front of her, was a large photo album, which I had never seen before. As she leafed through the pages, I could see photos of myself in full maid’s uniform serving at table, scrubbing the floor on my knees, bending over to receive the cane from Mr. Marcus. There were photos of me in a pink French maid’s uniform I had had to wear one evening, with a short white frilly pinafore, pink tights and pink high-heeled shoes. The Mistress put the legal papers and the letter of resignation over the photo album, and indicated the places where I was to sign. I trembled at the thought of these photos being shown in court. There was no doubt she would win the case, my behaviour would be regarded as totally unreasonable, while the thought of public exposure was terrifying. I had no choice. I leaned forward, being careful still to keep my feet within the white box, and signed both documents. Mr. Marcus then countersigned the divorce deed as the witness.
With the signed documents in her hand, she smiled triumphantly, which scared me. But all she said was “You may return to your duties. Dismissed!” I curtsied deeply and left the office to go back to scrubbing the kitchen floor.
Once I had received written acceptance of my job resignation, and once the court had ratified the divorce, the Mistress decided to hold a celebratory dinner. She wanted me to be in no doubt that the dinner was to be held specifically to celebrate her divorce. But this was a celebratory dinner just for two, I was neither to eat the food, nor drink the wine, nor sit at the table, but just to serve as a waitress throughout. Mr Marcus had brought two special bottles of vintage champagne to mark the occasion, so they had both had plenty to drink by the end of the meal. They drunk toasts to the future, and gazed rapturously into one another’s eyes.
Eventually they moved to the settee, sitting side by side, while I served them their coffee. In front of them, on the coffee table, was the photo album. I was sent to the kitchen to do the dishes, but I could hear their hilarity as presumably they were leafing through the pages of the photo album, laughing at my discomfiture.
Then I heard them go upstairs to the Office. Soon I was summoned from the kitchen. Again, the Mistress was seated in the grand chair, and again Mr. Marcus was at her side. I took great care to stand in the white square, with my feet not touching any of the white lines.
“There are two further documents for you to sign, Glenda”.
I had no idea what these documents could be.
“Since I will shortly be changing my name after marriage to Marcus, I thought I would also change your name. You may keep Glenda as your first name, but I have decided to change your surname to Scrub. It is an entirely appropriate name for a maid. Scrub by name and scrub by nature. So you will become Glenda Scrub, although I shall just call you Scrub. In addition, whenever I call you Scrub, you will curtsey deeply. Do you understand Scrub?”
“Yes Mistress”. I curtseyed deeply.
“To make this fully legal, Scrub, you will sign this Deed Poll document, changing your name to Glenda Scrub. Do you understand Scrub?”
“Yes Mistress”. With each mention of my new name, I took care to curtsey deeply, keeping my feet within the white lines.
“There is a second document I expect you to sign. As a full-time servant, you will no longer be capable of managing your own affairs, so I have decided to assume what is called lasting power of attorney. This will give me the legal right to handle all your financial affairs, and to make all decisions regarding your healthcare and welfare. You may of course choose not to sign these documents, but if you fail to do so Scrub, I will put you out on the street tonight!”
I knew I had no choice. If she put me out on the streets, I would be penniless, unemployed and homeless.
“Well, are you going to sign Scrub?”
“Yes Mistress”, I curtseyed.
“For both documents you will use your old male name for this one last time, Scrub”.
I curtseyed, and signed both documents, with Mr. Marcus acting as the witness.
A huge smile spread over the Mistress’ face. She was exultant in her triumph.
“The power of attorney is irrevocable. That is to say, even if you ever wanted to change your mind, the law will not allow it. It also means that if you still have any bank accounts, I can close them down and transfer the money into my own account. You are now a pauper, Scrub”.
“Yes Mistress”, I curtseyed.
“However, out of the goodness of my heart, I am going to allow you a small weekly allowance. But if you break anything, as well as getting a good thrashing, the cost of replacements will be stopped from your allowance. In addition, I will expect you to donate one quarter of your weekly allowance to charity”. With that she held out a child’s pink piggy bank. “This is where you will put your weekly donation Scrub”.
There seemed no end to my humiliation, but I was soon to realise it had scarcely begun.
“When you first became my servant, I said that you were like Sister George, that you had taken vows of poverty, obedience and chastity. Well now that I have reduced you to abject poverty, I am next going to teach you the meaning of total obedience, Scrub. For a start, let me make it clear that you will devote the rest of your life to unending housework, Scrub. It will mean endless cleaning, Scrub. Dusting, Scrub. Polishing, Scrub. Washing up, Scrub. Hoovering, Scrub. Laundering, Scrub. Scrubbing the floors, Scrub”.
One curtsey followed another as she rattled through this list of domestic duties. All the time I could see Mr Marcus lounging on the chair, smirking and laughing at me, while playing with the riding crop he held in his hands. I took great care to curtsey every time the Mistress said my new name and to avoid touching any of the white lines, since I knew from previous experience just how much Mr. Marcus cropping my backside.
“Now you will kneel”.
I knelt.
“For your next lesson in obedience, I am going to teach your catechism. But before I do that, I grant you on this special celebratory day permission to look at me. Look up!”
I looked up. The Mistress looked magnificent, eyes blazing, breasts taught and erect, as she stared down at me on my knees. She was wearing a slinky black off-the-shoulder dress, black patterned tights, and four-inch black heels. She looked as sexy and alluring as I had ever seen her. She bent over to speak directly into my ear, her lips so close I could feel her breath.
“Now I will catechise you. You still love me, don’t you slave?”
“Yes Mistress”. It was true, I did.
“Then say it!”
“I love you Mistress”.
“Now repeat after me: I adore you”
“ I adore you Mistress”
“I worship you as a Goddess”
“I worship you as a Goddess, Mistress”
“I want to serve you for the rest of my life”
“I want to serve you for the rest of my life, Mistress”.
“I will obey you in everything”.
“I will obey you in everything, Mistress”
“Good. Because I have devised the perfect test of your obedience. Your position as a servant cannot continue as a family secret for ever. I have decided to make my wedding to Marcus a double celebration. It will celebrate our marriage and your coming out! You are nothing but a sissy servant, and you will be nothing else until the day you die. And I want everyone to know you for what you are”.
“At the wedding, there will of course be a reception, at which you will serve all the guests as the maid. You will be dressed in a black calf-length uniform, with a white bibbed broderie anglaise pinafore. You will wear a white cap, collar and cuffs. You will wear little black ankle boots. And if you fail to provide anything less than perfect service, Marcus will afterwards give you the thrashing of your life”.
I went weak at the knees. I thought I was going to faint. It was as well I was still on my knees, because had I been standing, I might have keeled over. Everyone I knew in the locality would be at the wedding. There I would be in full maid’s uniform, acting as the waitress. Worse still, if I was terrified at the prospect, I was also excited. My member pressed so hard against my chastity device, I felt fit to burst.
“Of course, well before the reception I will let all the guests know about your new status. So it won’t be a shock for anyone. I will explain to them how you like to dress up as a sissy maid in a pinafore. I will explain to them how you deceived me for 15 years, and how you are now making it up to me by working as my full-time servant. I will explain to them how you like to be bossed around, to do menial chores, and how you like to be humiliated. I will personally ensure that all the guests know about your need to dress up as a sissy maid, so no-one should feel any sympathy for you, or any qualms about treating you as a servant. In fact, I imagine a lot of people will find it highly entertaining. Of course, there will be a lot of people there who knew you in your former life. You may have even been on first name terms. This will cease. From now on, whatever you called one another in the past, you will in future always address them as either Sir or Madam. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress”.
“And there is one final thing”.
The Mistress was already smiling at the thought of whatever she was about to tell me. “After the wedding reception, there will be an evening party. We thought it would be
a delightful touch if you served as the waitress in your nice pink French maid’s uniform, with all those lovely little flounces”. So saying, she pointed at the photos in the album. “And to mark your coming out and the adoption of your new name, you will wear this cap, collar and pinafore, which have been prettily embroidered especially for the occasion”.
She pulled out the garments and laid them on the table. On the white pinafore, embroidered in pink, it said “I am a sissy”. On the cap was a little badge with my new name, “Scrub”. On the stiff white collar, also embroidered in pink was the one word “Servant”.
“Don’t you think these are pretty?”
“Yes Mistress”.
“Now that you have started to learn the meaning of poverty and obedience, you will start to learn the meaning of chastity. Of course on our wedding night, Marcus and I will sleep together. You of course will sleep alone, but only after you have cleared everything away, tidied up and washed up. For everyone at the party, there will be opportunities for dancing, for carousing, for kissing and cuddling. But not for you. Although you will be decked out prettily in pink, it will not be a party dress but a uniform. From now on, you will always wear a uniform, and you will always wear a pinafore. You will never attend a party again, except as a servant. You will never dance at parties, because you will always be serving others. There will be no kissing or cuddling for you, only an infinite round of domestic duties to perform. You will always sleep alone. Even in your solitary bed there will be no relief except when I deign to unlock your cock ring – and that won’t be very often. You are going to learn the full meaning of chastity, Scrub. I will be married to Marcus, you will be married to the kitchen sink. Now get up, get back to the kitchen and get on with your chores. Dismissed!”
As I retired to the kitchen, I now knew the Mistress’ threat of revealing the photo album in court had never mattered at all. I was going to be outed as a sissy maid regardless. I was single, penniless, unemployed and if the Mistress threw me out, I would be homeless and heartbroken. Her victory was complete. I was going to be seen by everyone I had ever known in full maid’s uniform, serving the guests at my ex-wife’s wedding reception. Worse still, I would have to act as the waitress at the evening party dressed all in pink, except for my white pinafore embroidered with “I am a sissy”.
“Scrub!” the Mistress interrupted my thoughts with a summons from the lounge. I hastened to her presence, curtseyed, and waited for her new command.
“I have decided on reflection to relent a little and allow you a little fun at the party. I have had these especially embroidered for you to wear under your pink uniform dress”.
She held out a pair of white panties, heavily flounced, on which was displayed in pink the instruction “Pinch me hard!”
“Scrub, for 15 years you have fantasised in secret about sissy maid humiliation. I am helping you live out the dream. I am going to ensure that you receive all the humiliation you deserve – and with 15 years compound interest!” She smiled sweetly. “This is going to be such an entertaining wedding”. Then she looked stern again. “Now get out and get back to your chores. Dismissed!”
Acknowledgement
The author gratefully acknowledges the inspiration of Ms Wooton’s brilliant 3-part story “The formation of my cuckold sissy maid husband”, also her kind agreement to the writing of this sequel.
This is a review of some of the stories from Volume 1 of Mrs Birch’s magnificent collection of Disciplinary Literature. If you enjoy Domestic discipline, Petticoat punishment, scholastic type discipline, corporal punishment and chastity for the subjugated male, you will be in heaven with this collection! Prepare to be transported to a world where the women take charge and the men do as they are told.
“The Comeuppance”
The first chapter of this classic Scottish tale of discipline from the last century sees us introduced to the matriarchs who rule every aspect of poor Brady’s life. He lives under the strictest discipline imaginable. He started out in this household as a boarder when he was studying and even though he is now working and 22 years old these women have total control over his life. His life is one of work, chores, punishments and extreme humiliation. He must refer to the two sisters who own the house, Margaret and Elizabeth, as ‘Aunty’ even though he is not related. This enforces his boy like and subservient status. Both sisters demand he works hard and obeys them but only one uses corporal punishment at this stage. Then there is the fearsome Grandma McCabe the Auntie’s mother. She lives in her own house but visits often. She is very a much a believer in the phrase; ‘The devil makes work for idle hands’. She ensures Brady has plenty of chores and sees him unworthy of enjoying any leisure or free time. She is the strictest of all and the most fearsome as a disciplinarian. While not as hard a hitter but perhaps most humiliating of all for poor Brady is that he can also be punished by Miss Tina, who is actually younger than he is. She is a right bitch who delights in getting Brady in trouble and delights in disciplining him. This is a great story and a wonderful start to the series.
Total Submission – Part 2
How many of us submissive types have fantasised about being totally enslaved as a sissy maid to a dominant woman? This is a story of one such man who desired this more than anything and responded to an advertisement in a contact magazine. When he first meets Caroline he is captivated by her beauty and charmed by her presence. He signs the contract proffered by this sadistic woman with eager anticipation, effectively giving up any rights and privileges that he once had. He will soon learn that the difference between fantasy and reality is much harsher than he ever imagined. His life is about to become one of extreme hard work, impossible expectations, spartan living conditions and harsh punishments. The sadistic nature of Caroline gives this story incredible depth and makes for some cruel predicaments and punishments for Nancy.
Part 1 sets the scene for what is one of the great stories of this genre. The twists and the turns keep you on the edge of your seat. Fasten your seatbelt for an incredible ride into the world of domestic slavery with this story!
“Total Submission” – Part 2
This story picks up from part 1 with Nancy in her new position, locked in chastity and having just been told she will only get release every Friday the 13th. She has been locked in her cell in the dark with only a tape recorder. On that tape recorder Caroline has recorded her new Rules. He has one night to learn them. He presses the play button and listens. The Rules set the scene for the rest of the series. They are a masterpiece of Rule writing and will send shivers of fear and excitement down any submissive’s spine. We then hear about the first days of Nancy’s new life. It is the start of an incredible story of harsh petticoat discipline and domestic slavery.
“A Blissful Marriage” – Part 1.
This is a great story about a loving female led marriage. The wife holds a high-powered position and is supported by her adoring husband whose purpose in life since his marriage is to take care of his wife’s needs as well as the household chores. His life is kept in order by the strict set of rules his wife has set down for him, and any breaking of the rules requires discipline meted out by his wife, naturally for his own good. His wife enlists the help of her mother an ex army officer and judge who helps her daughter train her husband to become even more obedient and useful. Through acceptance of his submissive position, he proves not only to be more useful to his wife and mother in law but he is happier in fulfilling his true purpose in life. This is a story that showcases how female domination in a loving relationship can bear such wonderful fruit.
“A Religious Upbringing” – Part 1
This is a most entertaining and at times, quite amusing story. If you have suffered discipline at the hand of the Catholic School system you will adore this series. In this first episode we meet Derek. He is at school and is being brought up by a single Mum who can’t control him and Derek runs wild. He is disrespectful, holds little regard for his schoolwork and spends all his free time playing football with his friends. The fearsome Sister Bernice from the parish school offers to help Derek’s mother and takes charge of Derek. This is the start of a major turn around in Derek’s life. He is turned from a wild, lazy, disrespectful lout into a conscientious, hard working Christian lad. There is one hilarious scene involving Sister Bernice and Derek’s football that is very entertaining. It is exquisite discipline! It is a wonderful start to a fantastic series.
“The Written Imposition”
Sissy Karen has earned herself a “Mrs Birch” style detention for her poor behavior at the Bridge night. First however she must don her posh private school girls uniform, write a letter to Miss Sandra apologising for her behavior and ride her girl’s Malvern Star bike to Sandra’s place to deliver the letter and then ride home. Miss Sandra ensures she further adds to Karen’s humiliation of course. On returning there are more punishments to be dealt with before Karen even starts her detention.
A Mrs Birch style detention is much more than just a writing task. It is an imposition indeed, taking many hours. There are food restrictions, rules about how she must sit and how she must not stop working until told. Any breaking of these rules can lead to corporal punishments and any mistakes mean starting again. This turns into a major ordeal for poor Karen. If you love scholastic style discipline combined with sissy themes, you will simply adore this story.
“Surfs Up”
This is a Sissy Karen classic. Mrs Birch has to go away and leaves Sissy Karen with her two friends Miss Sandra and Miss Katerina. They decide to take Karen on an excursion to the beach. The ladies make the most of their opportunity to have Sissy Karen at their beck and call and make her work incredibly hard to ensure they have a great day out. Sissy Karen is loaded with gear to carry including Miss Sandra’s surfboard. It soon becomes a horror day out for Sissy Karen as she panders to the ladies every whim. The pain and humiliation she suffers is like nothing I have ever read before. It is very well written. The imaginations of Miss Sandra and Miss Katerina are truly breath taking. Their cruel sense of humor is 100% bitch!
Mrs Birch’s Literary Club
It is undoubtedly one of the finest collections of disciplinary literature on the web today. Mrs Birch’s Literary Club is filled with classic tales where women Rule and men obey.
If you are a lover of domestic discipline, petticoat punishment and chastity for the reluctant male you will find this collection a dream come true.
I have been granted the privilege and honor by Mrs Birch of having my stories included in this amazing collection with the Sissy Karen’s Misadventures Series. I would like to acknowledge the contribution of Mrs Birch in the authorship of that series. I was taught many a lesson in writing skills by my Mistress, in the way Mrs Birch knows best, which involved a very sore bottom for me on many an occasion! As you read please know that a lot of pain went into the writing of that series on top of the pain and humiliation that I have written about as a Sissy Maid in training under the Rule of Mrs Birch in the stories themselves!
If you like the free stories at the link to Volume 1 below, I can promise you will enjoy the volumes even more. The Brady series is an absolute classic of this genre. Mistress said the author would be very old now, she has lost contact with him and he may have passed away. All his stories were handwritten and he really lived under the sort of discipline he wrote about. It makes for compelling reading. Then for all the sissies out there who like really strict forced feminisation and chastity, the Total Submission series is a Masterpiece or should I say Mistresspiece! The main character is one very cruel woman and she turns the at first willing victim into Nancy the most strictly disciplined sissy maid you could imagine. It is a huge lesson in being careful what you ask for. I heard a rumor that the author based the lead character Caroline on Mrs Birch herself!
Another classic series especially if like me you tasted corporal punishment and discipline at the hands of the Catholic School system, is the Religious Upbringing series. It starts with a struggling single mother who lets the fearsome Sister Bernice help her out with the raising of her son. Derek’s life changes rapidly, the carefree days are gone in place of chores, study, written detentions. corporal punishment and special religious instruction. There is an amusing while at the same time cruel aspect to many of tribulations Derek must endure. Later in the series the new regime works so well Derek earns a church scholarship to university. After a month or so of the freedom of university life, Sister Bernice pays a visit to see how the Church’s ‘investment’ is progressing. Once again Derek’s life changes and he is placed as a boarder in a strict Catholic home with a daughter who likes to make things even harder for poor Derek. This story gets better and better, it is a gem!
There is much more excellent content for members of Mrs Birch’s Literary Club.
Volume 1 is the best place to start. Many of the stories are in serial form and each new volume will have the next story in the series. My advice is to subscribe to each Volume in order. That way you will get maximium pleasure from this incredible series.
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All good sissy maids want to demonstrate their love and commitment to their Mistress by doing all their tasks to the best of their ability. To go the extra mile, make that extra effort or learn a new skill that will please their Superior, bring a smile to Her face, add to Her comfort or just make their Superiors life that little bit easier.
To that end I invite all sissy maids out their to send in your “top tips for sissy maids”. It could be about something that you do that is going beyond the call of duty. It could be about a domestic chore that you do especially well, a little trick you have picked up or a more efficient way you have found to do a better job. It could be a special service you provide or the way you dress and present yourself that your Superior has found pleasing. Maybe you have done a course or found an online resource that has helped you. It can be any advice you may think will help other sissy maids.
Leave your suggestions in the comment box below
The first ‘Top Tip” comes from maid jeniffer. The way she looks after her wifes lingerie is absolutely wonderful. She displays such care, honour and reverence, she is an inspiration indeed. Here is her tip:
As a sissy maid one of the most important duties is the proper care of delicate lingerie whether it’s your own or your Mistress’s. It is best to soak lingerie in cold sudsy water and never mix dark colours with whites or lighter colours. Using your finger tips only, gently agitate each piece and make sure your fingernails are filed nicely to avoid snagging and damaging the fabric especially if it’s lace or silk. Rinse each piece separately in cool water and very gently squeeze out excess water. Never squeeze lingerie like a dish rag. Instead fold a large fluffy bath towel in half lengthwise and place her lingerie carefully on it then gently roll it up and press down lightly to remove most of the water. Hang your Mistress’s bras and panties or whatever else you washed on the shower curtain to dry the rest of the way. When dry it’s time to neatly fold them and put them away. I have learned to keep my Mistress’s lingerie drawer in some sort of order, I keep her everyday bras and panties in front where they are easily accessible. For her extra special bras and panties that she only wears when going out to social functions I keep her favourites on top so she can admire her collection everytime she opens the drawer. Taking proper your Mistress’s lingerie and other fine washables will go a long way in pleasing her and making her happy to have you serve as her maid. Always remember it is a privelege to serve as a maid, doing a good job using your own initiative has rewards.
My Mistress, Mrs Birch has taught me an excellent way to clean a bathroom that ensures it is left sparkling. Mistress has allowed me to share it with you all.
The first step is to don a pair of bright pink rubber gloves. Then vacuum the bathroom while it is dry making sure to remove any hair that is lying around, This ensures that hair doesn’t interfere with any of the cleaning you do later. Then spray a mould remover all through the shower recess. Leave that while it does its work and then clean the toilet. Make sure the lid, the seat, under the seat and the bowl are all scrubbed clean. Flush the toilet and wipe down the seat. Then get to work on the bath and sink with a cream cleanser such as Jif. Use an old toothbrush to clean under the base of the taps to clean out all the grime that has lodged there. After wiping down rinse off using a watering can filled with hot water. This ensures there are no streak marks left. A great idea. Return to the shower recess. Wipe down the mould remover and use the toothbrush to get into any nooks and cranny’s that cannot be reached with your sponge. Again use the watering can to rinse off, ensuring there are no streak marks. Next use a paper towel and a window cleaning product to clean the mirror. It is vital this is done perfectly as Your Mistress will be looking in that mirror at Herself. The final task is with bucket and mop clean the floor. Allow to dry before replacing any mats etc.
Our next set of top tips comes from sissy maid nancy. nancy certainly understands the value of chastity for the aspiring sissy maid. Here are her tips:
1. A good chastity device. i spent weeks some years ago getting my cb2000 right ie rings, spacers etc. It is now inescapable and i wear it 24/7. The body adjusts. The curve and all the others are ridiculous. i’m not small but for me the cb2000 is the best and most secure.
2. Write notes to yourself .
3. Trim nails and keep them neat and use clear gloss
4. I do this – shave arm pits, chest, legs and privates always
5. Use scholl cream to keep dead skin of feet
6. Practice curtseys every night in high heels first nigt is a killer but after a while the leg muscles get used to it
7. Always try to wear chastity that bit longer. i cannot stress enough how important chastity is. i am in my eighth week now.
8. Research on makeup and practice …
Tonia la Chene sent in a tip about vacuuming. I am sure getting up close as she suggests ensures a more thorough job is done. Here is her tip:
When vacuuming one should remove the long nozzle, so one has to crawl to vacuum the room.
Sissy Dolores has given us a fantastic suggestion we can apply to all our tasks. What a wonderful habit to adopt to ask ourselves these three questions after any task. If we answer these questions honestly we will always be improving in our service:
1. Have I carried out the task as instructed to the letter?
2. Have I done it to the best of my ability?
3. How can I improve on it next time?
Here is a tip from Sissy Georgina:
When I go to work in my male clothes (I work in an office where I must wear a suit), besides wearing ladies undergarments which I am sure most of you do, Mistress has made me sew up the pockets on my trousers and coat. I am only allowed to wear business shirts that have no pockets as well. Mistress believes that pockets are a symbol of masculine superiority over women and as such forbids me such a privilege. Women have had to endure this inconvenience for centuries so I can too. This may not sound a big deal but it is a nuisance and an inconvenience greater than I realised. As Mistress says it is a good regular reminder of my underlying sissy status. I have a ‘man bag’ in which I keep my keys, phone and purse (I am also forbidden a wallet). It has led to some teasing from my work colleagues which I must endure. When I complained to Mistress about the teasing she said I must learn to accept in a spirit of obedience as a demonstration of my love for my wife. After work drinks with colleagues are also forbidden. I have to rush home to get dinner on the table and attend to my other chores.
Here is an excellent tip that I have incorporated into my life.
All sissy maids should have a chores checklist. Chores should be categorised into daily chores such as washing the dishes, cleaning the stove top, making the bed, wiping the table down. Then there are weekly chores such as cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming the floors, cleaning the kitchen floor. Then monthly chores such as cleaning the oven and the fridge and finally quarterly chores such as cleaning out the garage, the pantry and all the cupboards. Of course the Mistress can add any chore into any category. As each chore is done the sissy maid ticks it off and is immediately reminded of what other chores remain to be done. Any chores not completed in the schedule will attract a punishment and having the chores checklist makes it easier for Mistress to evaluate the sissy maids work and to determine if and what punishment is required. This is a wonderful motivation and ensures the household is always clean, tidy and hygienic. Having the checklist in a prominent position where the sissy maid sees it regularly serves as a great reminder for the sissy maid. Any chore not done to Mistress’s standard also attracts a punishment.
Here is some great advice from beatrice. What a wonderful way for a sissy to show her devotion.
Take a course or research the art of a beautician. Learn how to do manicures and pedicures properly. It’s a wonderful treat to spend quality time with your Mistress, doing her nails, especially if it is in preparation for a date. It is so fulfilling later on that evening, when she is out with Her man and you are at the house by yourself, to know that You assisted her in getting gorgeous. And while she is out, be productive or have a surprise for your Mistress when she gets back. Why not bake a cake for Her? Or write Her a love letter or poem, that you can read for Her the next day. I also put together outfits for my Mistress, and I am in charge of keeping her closets nice and pretty. It’s such a wonderful treat. So, you have to learn how to care of clothing, shoes, jewelry and handbags etc. Once you do, you will love it!
There are few thing more nerve wracking than presenting to Mrs Birch for an inspection. It starts with the preparation. Have I washed and ironed my uniform perfectly? Are my shoes polished and free of any scuff marks? Are my stockings free of ladders and snags? Has my wig been washed and is it smelling fresh?
Once I have checked and re checked all these things then there is the donning of the clothes. Everything has to be just right or there will be a ‘consequence’. Mistress says that presenting myself in a less than perfect manner is a sign of disrespect, laziness and slothfulness. All things a good sissy maid should strive to avoid.
The first thing I put on is my suspender belt and stockings.I check my stocking seams are perfectly straight and the stocking tops on both legs level. Then my panties go on and I check the tag is not showing. My dress must be straight and my apron perfect. The bow of my apron must also be tied in a perfect bow. Getting that right has become a major project for me. I have earnt many a stripe on my bottom for presenting a less than perfect bow. My wig must be brushed to perfection and my fingernails clean and cut.
I check and triple check everything and then present to Mistress. By now my heart is racing, the sweat is forming under my wig and on my palms, there is a swarm of butterflies in my stomach and I feel a little unsteady in my legs. Will I pass muster or suffer a dreaded consequence? Here is a video of a recent inspection:
Put yourself in Mistress’s shoes for a moment and see what faults you would you pick if you were doing the inspection?
I’d love to know!
Sissy Karen
At my most recent accountability session, Mistress was lecturing me on the importance of aiming for perfection in all my sissy tasks. Laziness, forgetfulness or lack of focus will not be tolerated as excuses for the aspiring sissy maid. I must strive to do the best in all that I do.
As a wonderful counterpoint to my lack of perfection Mistress then demonstrated perfection in her caning skills. Here is a photo after the first two strokes of the cane which Mistress delivered recently. Mistress had me hold the cane that delivered these marks as She took this photo. Have you ever seen two strokes more perfectly parallel?
By Ms Elise Wooton
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Click HERE for Part 2
After my first date with Marcus our relationship slowly blossomed much to chagrin of my sissy maid husband Glenda. I had trained her not to express her disappointment but I could tell it made her fume inside whenever I would invite Marcus over. I was in no hurry to go all the way in my relationship with Marcus, I was enjoying his attention and his company and wanted things to progress slowly and romantically. I am a bit old fashioned like that. I had learned the advantages of making the male of the species wait and was enjoying the affection and attention that Marcus was showering me with. I was ready to take the next step in turning my sissymaid into a cuckold
I was inviting Marcus over a few times a week and Glenda would have to cook and serve us dinner. I would demand th
at Glenda set the table for two and add romantic touches like candles and flowers. As soon as dinner was served I would dismiss her to the kitchen to clean up and then eat her dinner alone. If we needed any more service from Glenda I would ring my dinner bell and she would scurry to see what we needed.
One night before Marcus came over I summoned Glenda to my office and outlined my expectations around his behavior towards Marcus. The look on her face was a joy to behold!
“I have summoned you here to discuss your behavior around Marcus. He is now officially my boyfriend and as such is an important person in my life therefore making him a very important person in your life. So tonight we are going to play a little game called “All about Marcus”. You are going to have to find out as much as you can about Marcus and commit it to memory. You are not to take any notes. Later in the evening we will test you and there will be consequences for any mistakes. After you have served us dinner you will stand in the corner with hands on head and listen carefully to our conversation.”
The next thing I was to suggest was pure joy for me, to see the look on poor Glenda’s face and how hard she tried not to show her disappointment was absolute gold! Let me give you a bit of background. A couple of years before Glenda was transformed into my sissy maid he had pleaded and begged me to use some of our savings to buy a Harley Davidson motorbike. It was classic male mid life crisis and I resisted and resisted but finally gave in when he found a second hand one that was going cheap and that he said he could restore. It became the bane of my life! For the next 6 months every weekend and every spare moment he was in the garage tinkering with that god forsaken motorbike. He was always trying to get out of chores and social events to work on the thing. We had quite a few arguments over it.
Since becoming my sissy maid however she has had no time to ride it or even clean it for that matter. I make sure her time is filled with far more productive pursuits now! Looking after Moi! So I said,
“Now Glenda since Marcus is giving me so much pleasure, I know that you must be very grateful to him for providing me some of the joys in life that you can no longer provide. I was thinking that now that you never use your motorbike anymore that you might like to give it to Marcus as a display of your appreciation for all he does to make me happy!”
I pursed my lips and battered my eyelids. The look on Glenda’s face was one of distraught. For all my complaints about the time he spent on it I had to admit he did a fine job to restore it to its former glory. It had been his pride and joy, his little baby before he was transformed into my sissy maid.
“B.b..b…but..”
“That is not resentment I am hearing is it Glenda?”
“No Mistress. Of course Marcus can have the motorbike.”
The fact was I did not have to ask Glenda. She had signed everything she owned over to me and I could have given the motorbike to Marcus without asking her. I was just asking her because I loved to see her squirm. Bitchy I know, but thats the deal he signed up for. I had no qualms at all. I then proceeded to make it a little bit worse for my sissy husband and tormented him with a little exercise.
“Now let me hear how you are going to break the news to Marcus, you can practice on me, pretend I am Marcus.”
“Excuse me Marcus, I was wondering if you would like my motorbike?”
“You can do better than that Glenda and for starters you are to call Marcus Sir. Tell him why you want him to have it.”
“Excuse me Sir, I was thinking about how much pleasure you have been giving my Wife and I would like to offer you my motorbike to show my gratitude.”
“That’s a bit better Glenda, but a bit more praise of your Wife would be nice and add a bit how you are too busy with chores now to ever need it again, and let him know it is I who now own it anyway and how you begged me to give it to him. Let him know how grateful you will be to him for taking it off your hands.”
I wish I had my camera handy at that moment, the frown on Glenda’s face was priceless. This was absolutely killing her. I am sure she never thought her sissy fantasies would end her up in this position!
“Excuse me Sir, I was wondering if you would do me the honor of letting me show my enormous gratitude for all you have done for my wonderful and beautiful Wife. She has been so much happier since you have been around and you can give her all the pleasure that I can no longer give. Before I became a sissy maid and handed everything over to my wonderful wife I had a Harley Davidson that I restored. I am so busy with chores now I never use it and it is going to waste. I begged Mistress if I could have the privilege of offering it to you as a sign of my appreciation and She has kindly agreed.”
“The words are good Glenda, but I want to hear it with a more feminine voice and you can sound more genuine and enthusiastic.”
I made her practice saying it three more times, she was so cute as she tried to put on her most girly voice. I was loving exerting my absolute power over her! She was my puppet on a string, I was finding it intoxicating.
“Much better Glenda. When I give you the signal you will make the offer. Now off to the kitchen and get working on the dinner. Marcus will be here soon and make sure Marcus has a cold beer in hands as soon as he walks in!”
I was upstairs when Marcus arrived and just about to come downstairs when the doorbell rang. I stayed atop the stairs, just out of sight and thought I would listen to how Glenda greets Marcus.
“Good Evening Sir, please come in.”
“Hi Glenda.’
“Mistress is looking forward to seeing you Sir, I believe she is upstairs getting changed, she shouldn’t be long. Please come through and take a seat in the lounge, can I get you a cold beer Sir?”
“Yes Glenda, that would be great.”
“The paper and the TV remote is on the coffee table, make yourself at home Sir.”
It gave me a little thrill to hear Glenda acting so subserviently, she was learning her place. I came downstairs just as Glenda was returning with the beer for Marcus. I gave Marcus a huge welcome embrace and began to passionately kiss him, making Glenda wait there in front of us, holding Marcus’s beer for him. She just had to stand there watching, waiting for us to finish before she could hand the beer to Marcus. It made me so much more excited knowing Glenda had to stand their patiently and watch me passionately kiss another man.
Finally after about 5 minutes we stopped kissing and Glenda was able to hand Marcus his beer. I dismissed Glenda to the kitchen to continue preparing the meal while Marcus and I chatted in the lounge room.
Glenda announced dinner was served and gave us our entrees. After she served us our main course I said to Marcus,
“I’ve decided we are going to play a little game with Glenda, its called ‘All about Marcus’ and it will need a little help from you darling.”
I held Marcus’s hand across the table and gave him a seductive smile.
“Of course Elise, it would be a pleasure, what must I do?” asked Marcus with a cheeky grin on his face.
“While we are having dinner, Glenda will stand in the corner, nose to the wall with hands on head. During our dinner conversation, I am going to ask you some questions about yourself Marcus. Glenda’s job is to remember all that she can about you from the answers you give. After dinner we will adjourn to the lounge and when Glenda serves us coffee, I will test her on how well she paid attention to our conversation and you will have to judge if she remembered correctly or not. So you get to be the judge, Chief Justice Marcus! ” This time I put my hand on his thigh under the table as I giggled and batted my eyelids at Marcus.
“I can certainly do that Elise.”
“You may have to hand down and deliver a punishment?”
“No problems Elise.” Marcus slapped Glenda on the bottom over her dress as she made her way to the corner. He was getting into this.
I then asked Marcus all manner of questions, from where he grew up, what schools he went to, courses he had done, his career movements and the names of the companies, his current boss’s name, how many brothers and sisters and what were their names, any aunties and uncles and which side of the family they are on. Then there were questions about all manner of his favorite things; from foods and drink to cars, sports teams, holiday spots to name a few. I also asked about any other hobbies or pastimes and of course what his birthday and star sign were.
Once the meal was finished I motioned to Glenda to take the plates away and return with dessert and then start the washing up. We were adjourning to the lounge room after dessert and she had be ready to serve us with coffee in 20 minutes time. As she turned to leave for the kitchen I couldn’t help but add,
“Don’t forget to bring the feather duster, when you serve us our coffee Glenda. We may need to do some panty dusting!”
That brought a hearty laugh from Marcus and a pale terrified look from Glenda as she tottered off into the kitchen.
Glenda served us our coffee right on time. She had everything on a tray; cups, coffee plunger, milk, sugar and had tucked the feather duster under her arm. I made her stand there holding the tray, waiting for my command while once more I had a passionate kissing session with Marcus. I was finding it very stimulating the more I did it, knowing my sissy husband just had to wait and could do naught about it. I was delighting in the power I was feeling. Marcus was getting quite eager and I knew it was time for a circuit breaker. I broke off our embrace and ordered Glenda to serve us coffee.
We then began the game. I ordered Glenda to give the feather duster to Marcus. I had shown her how to offer something to a superior, in upturned hands and was delighted to see Glenda did that properly. I then ordered her to fetch one of the wooden dining chairs and place it in the centre of the room. I began,
“Stand to attention Glenda next to the chair, facing us.”
Glenda quickly obeyed.
“Here is how the game works. I will ask the question , you will answer and Marcus will judge whether you are right or wrong. Marcus will deliver a stroke of the feather duster for every incorrect answer. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Marcus gave the feather duster an air swing and had a huge smile on his face. I sensed he was enjoying this which was good to see.
“First question. What is Marcus’s date of birth.”
“3rd March 1977.”
“Correct.”
“What was his Mothers’ maiden name.”
“Kramer.”
“His Grandmother’s?”
Glenda hesitated, she was trying to remember, I gave her a countdown.”
“3…2…1.. Times up! First incorrect answer. Would Chief Justice Marcus kindly deliver the punishment? Hands on the seat Glenda, lean over and stick your rear end outwards. Proceed.”
I was hamming it up with my tone of voice and flirting with Marcus at the same time with a sultry look. Marcus stood up, walked manfully into position and gave Glenda a beauty! It was hard and fast, whistled through the air and cracked an almighty thwack as it collided with Glenda’s bottom. It left an scorching mark and Glenda howled like a banshee.
“Next question. What is Marcus’s favorite color?
“Blue.”
“Who was Marcus’s kindergarten teacher?”
Again she hesitated, I began the count and just in time she said,
“Mrs Robinson.”
“Is that right Chief Justice Marcus?”
“Wrong! “
Marcus paused and the look on Glenda’s face told you she thought she really was right on this one.
“It was was Mrs Robertson.”
I couldn’t help laughing and Marcus joined in. Glenda was distraught but had become so resigned to her fate that she took up the position on the chair without asking. I couldn’t resist revving her up just a little more.
“I did not give the command to take up the position Glenda. Who do you think is running the game Glenda?”
“You are Mistress.”
“That is right Glenda and you do not move until I TELL YOU.”
She was cowering with submission, it was delightful.
“Give her two strokes for that Marcus.”
Marcus then delivered two copy book scorchers of the same stroke and doubled up exactly with the third stroke right atop the mark from the first. Marcus was getting good at this! We played on for about 20 minutes and Glenda never got more than two questions right in a row. Marcus ended up giving her over 30 strokes, Glenda’s bottom was really a mess. As soon as we had finished I sent Glenda off to get us a nightcap, a glass of port.
While Glenda was fetching the drinks and putting a light snack together, Marcus and I began passionately kissing again. Our hands were roaming over each other vigorously, I put my hand on his crotch, over his jeans and could feel the massive hard on. Marcus was definitely bigger than Glenda, even if when she wasn’t locked in her chastity tube and was allowed to bring herself to erection. I wanted Marcus to have some satisfaction but still I was not ready to go all the way, I was drunk with power and tried something a bit daring with Marcus. I rubbed his testicles through the fabric and broke away from our embrace.
“Oh Marcus…Oh Marcus…I wish I could give that manhood of your a… kiss…. It feels so hard….”
I sounded devastated and pretended to start to cry
“You can if you want to Elise, please I’d love it?” Marcus was speaking gently.
“The reason I can’t Marcus is I have an allergy to semen and pre cum.” I pretended to cry a lot harder.
Marcus put his arm around me.
“It’s all right Elise, I understand don’t cry.”
“But you deserve it Marcus.”
He continued to hug me and then I stopped my crying, cheering up and saying,
“I have an idea, I could get Glenda to go down on you!”
Marcus looked a bit unsure.
“You can keep kissing me while she does it.”
I gave him my most pleading puppy dog eyes and fondled his manhood a bit harder.
“I don’t know, I have never done anything like bisexual before.”
“Just look at me and kiss me, you don’t have to think about Glenda, I thought you said you like to try new things. It will be fun Marcus, you have been enjoying our play with Glenda so far haven’t you?”
“I guess you are right Elise.”
“Trust me, you’ll love it, just play along!”
When Glenda returned with the port and some strawberries dipped in chocolate, she stepped back and curtsied. I said,
“Glenda, I am disappointed that you forgot so many things about Marcus.”
“I am sorry Mistress.”
“I am sure you heart Marcus’s feelings, didn’t she Marcus?”
“Yes, I am very upset.”
Marcus was hamming it up and playing along beautifully. He pretended to sob.
“Marcus has an important role in your life doesn’t he Glenda?
“Yes Mistress.”
“And what role is that?”
“He is your boyfriend Mistress.”
“So?”
“He is important to you and that automatically makes him important to me because whoever is important to you is also important for me Mistress.
“That’s right Glenda. So you can see why I am disappointed can’t you?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“How would you like the opportunity to make it up to Marcus.”
“I’d love to Mistress, that would be great Mistress.”
I had her by the balls all right! I was going to love watching this!
“So how can she make it up to you Marcus?”
“I think she should kneel in front of me and give her something to lick.”
Marcus undid his jeans and flopped out his manhood.
“So be it! Kneel before Marcus NOW!”
I yelled at Glenda and frightened her. She gave me another of those totally scared and defeated looks of submission that I was getting addicted to seeing. She quickly got into position and Marcus gave Glenda a couple of playful slaps with his manhood across Glenda’s face. It was an extra added humiliation Marcus had thought of all on his own! It was fantastic kissing Marcus while Glenda worked on his manhood. He was so full of passion and excitement and I was taken away. In my frenzy I pushed Glenda’s head to make her take him deeper. It took a while for Marcus to ejaculate and when he did he broke our embraced and screamed a strong mighty masculine roar of ecstasy! Immediately I yelled at Glenda.
“Swallow Glenda!” and made sure she swallowed every last drop. Marcus then pushed her away.
Once things had calmed down a little there was one last job for Glenda. I gave her the signal to present Marcus with her gift.
“Excuse me Marcus.”
“What is it Glenda?
“I was wondering if you would do me the honor of letting me show my enormous gratitude for all you have done for my wonderful and beautiful Wife. She has been so much happier since you have been around and you can give her all the pleasure that I can no longer give. Before I became a sissy maid and handed everything over to my wonderful wife I had a Harley Davidson that I restored. I am so busy with chores now I never use it and it is going to waste. I begged Mistress if I could have the privilege of offering it to you as a sign of my appreciation and She has kindly agreed.”
Marcus was over the moon, accepted Glenda’s offer and even gave her a kiss on each cheek, Italian style.
It was beautiful to watch. Glenda could not hide the humiliation she felt. To have to please her wife’s boyfriend then give him her prize possession. She was burning with humiliation at that moment. I knew I had defeated every last trace of her male pride forever!
Mrs Birch insists her sissies keep fit and healthy. In this video Mrs Birch puts me through a new fitness routine called sissymaids dance fitness.
It is a much more feminine way to workout and a very suitable addition to my exercise regime.
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Mistress decided the time had come to test me on some of my domestic duties. I need to be able to do my chores perfectly and efficiently. Today it was the simple task of towel folding. You think I could have done that right but I made a complete mess of it. I let the time pressure get to me and rushed the job, making mistakes instead of staying relaxed and calm as Mistress had taught me.
I had 40 seconds to fold 4 towels and Mistress decreed the following consequence: There would be a stroke of the cane for each second over the 40 seconds that it took me and a stroke for any towel not folded perfectly. Hearing Mistress tap the cane as I folded made me very nervous and I panicked and ended up going 20 seconds over time. Mistress then found a fault with each towel and before I knew it I had earned 24 strokes of the cane on a cold bottom. The video of the test is here : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMbl6WvPhr0
Click on the photo to see the video of the consequences of that little test.
