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Both giggling as we went in the right direction towards the Denby Mill shop, I was beginning to relax and feel quite confident with myself. Jane parked the car, and we hooked arms together as we walked across the car park. The exquisite feelings on my nylon covered legs and thighs as the stocking tops brushed together as I femininely crossed my thighs as I walked was a mind blowing sensation. The clip clops of our heels on the tarmac. The heady aromas of our perfumes as we huddled together as we walked, the heaviness of my breasts as they  jiggled as I knowingly sashayed, and the gentle tug tug of my suspenders with each and every step. All feelings of indescribable pleasures. I just felt myself glowing with pride and happiness. 

We entered the shop, and it was quiet and spacious with just a few customers browsing around . jane suggested we split up and look around for the plate we were after. I felt really relaxed and confident on my own , but wasn’t really concentrating on what we were looking for. Just selfishly enjoying my time as susan.

I was suddenly brought down to earth. John . John come over here I heard Jane calling. I felt myself colour up as I quickly crossed the shop to her side . “Do you have to call me John, whilst I am dressed like this.” I whispered .

Jane had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loudly. “Ooops”, she giggled. “Never even thought about it” she smiled. “What shall I call you then?”, she asked .

It was something we had never discussed before, as she still referred to me as John when we were together. 

I had always called myself susan since my elder sister gave me the name when I was young, but had been too nervous and a little embarrassed to mention it to Jane. 

“Can you call me susan” I asked.

“Why susan” she replied.

W w w w ell  its a girls name I stammered not wanting to talk about it in the middle of a shop.

“”I know its a girls name silly, but why have you thought of that name? Why not Joan or Joanne or jackie?

“Can  I explain later”,  I begged. Not wanting to discuss it further in the middle of a pottery shop.

“OK susan, tell me later, anyway I think i have found the plate we want. What do you think?

It was perfect, and i told her as much. so we went to the till section , where jane paid for it and we left the shop.

“Well susan, how about a little lunch,” Jane asked.

There was a small restaurant in the same precinct, and still feeling confident I agreed, “but as long as you do the ordering Jane” I added.

We entered the cafe and found a table near the wall, and copying Jane I removed my overcoat and scarf and hung it on a coat rack , and took the seat facing the wall leaving the ‘nosy’ seat for Jane.

A waitress came over and asked for our order. Jane asked for a cheese salad and coffee, so I asked for the same.

Jane asked me again why I chose the name susan, and so I told her the whole story. She asked if I would like her to always call me susan when I am dressed.

A little embarrassed and nervous about how she would would feel, I stammered that I wasn’t sure, but she persisted with the question, and I agreed that it would be nice if she didn’t mind.

“susan it is then” she said. “I suppose its silly calling you by your boys name when you are dressed as you are.”

It was like a big weight had been lifted from me. Another stage into my femininity, as I now officially had my own ‘girls’ name

Lunch was delicious and all went sweetly. Jane stood up and said she had to ‘freshen up’ . Sitting alone for a few minutes gave me the opportunity to reflect on the day so far, and I was aware of the smile on my face when I thought of all I had thus far achieved.

My thoughts were suddenly disturbed as the waitress stood by me asking if there was anything else we wanted .

“No nothing more.” I replied, just the bill please. I had answered without really thinking, and it really didn’t sound too bad. Jane then came back, and asked if I needed the ‘ladies’.

I felt my cheeks warm again as I replied “yes” , just a little nervously.

I stood as Jane sat and walked towards the toilets, and proudly opened the door marked ‘Ladies’. It was such a pleasant surprise to notice how pretty the washroom was and how deliciously perfumed it smelt.

There were three cubicle doors, and I unwittingly chose the middle one of them. Closing and locking the door behind me. I was completely alone in the toilets, and felt wonderful as i lifted my skirts, dropped my panties to my knees and sat. Suddenly I heard the outer door open and voices of two ladies entering and chatting  as they came closer, their heels noisy on the tiled floor . I heard the cubicle doors open either side of me, and ‘froze’ as they carried on chatting to one another. I could see both pairs of their shoes under the cubicle walls , and was sure they could also see mine. Then I heard them both peeing. it was so erotic, and i felt quite a fraud being there. I heard them both flush and the rustle of their clothes as the finished.,but had to wait till they washed and repaired their make-up before I dared even leave the cubicle.

Sure that they had left I peed and flushed the loo, dressed and made my way to the wash area where I washed my hands and dried them then applied a little more lipstick before returning to jane in the restaurant.

I had to hold back a little giggle as she asked what took me so long. Jane had paid the bill, so we put our coats and scarves on and left. It was such a thrill to walk alongside of jane and hear our heels on the pavement, I was in heaven. we browsed a few more shops in the mall, and then slowly made our way back to the car.

Jane said we were going on to Nottingham next, and she was going to see about getting me new wig. Sissy karen that part will have to wait till next time in part 4

Hope you are enjoying it. It is all absolutely true

Love susan 

I asked susan to tell me about her first time out in public dressed en femme and she sent me this wonderful little article!

You wanted me to tell you about my very first time out as susan in daylight. i had been out quite a few times before but always by cover of darkness. Somehow it always seemed safer that way, but i kept telling my wife i thought I could get away with going out in daylight, although I had never before properly tried it. The nearest i had done was going to T.V meetings which meant travelling in daylight, but not having to ‘pass’ as such. my wife jane said it was time for me to try it , and she would take me shopping out of town with her as a little treat for me.

                 It was to be a Wednesday morning, and i was to do my usual housework before going, and Jane would go to work early but pick me up around 11a.m

                  i was quite excited as you can imagine, and started preparing the evening before. i washed and set my brunette wig and fully depilated myself, knowing how long these jobs would take, and how much time it would save the next morning. i also filed and shaped my finger and toe nails and varnished them with two coats of a pretty pink colour. I hardly slept that night I was so excited. i asked Jane where we were going but she simply said i had to wait and see.

                   The next morning i was up early tidying the house and dusting and  polishing the living room, not daring to vacuum so early in case jane wasn’t awake . i prepared Jane’s breakfast and took it to her at 7 a.m. She was already awake and watching the news. She asked me to run her a bath and get her navy blue business suit ready which i took down to the kitchen to quickly press. She then told me to give her courts a polish and leave them in the bedroom. The perfumes of her bath were permeating the whole upstairs it smelled heavenly. i took her breakfast tray down and started tidying the kitchen . Some time later Jane came down, said she had left her bath for me and i could top it up when i was ready. She looked gorgeous, so smart in her business suit, pretty white blouse tights and shoes. Her blonde hair  and make-up just perfect. how i adored her. i asked what i should wear and she told me to chose my own outfit but not to go over the top and to go easy on the make-up.

She said she was going just as she was and if i wanted to could dress similarly but not the same. At that she gave me a few household duties to do and then kissed me on the cheek saying she was going to work and to make sure i was ready for 11.  a.m.

                      Waving her goodbye, i locked the front door then got straight onto my duties. i had finished by just after 9. am, i ran upstairs and ran hot water into the bath and just relaxed in the gorgeous scents and bubbles for a while. It was wonderful. Stepping out of the bath i was covered in bubbles but they just rolled off of my skin as i was so smooth. i just adore that feeling and it amazes me still how quickly smooth skin dries as opposed to hairy masculine skin. i patted myself dry and put my hair in a towel turban and sat at the dressing table. Now drying my own hair. i felt so feminine blowing and brushing my hair with my bath towel tucked under my arms and covering my smooth breasts. It’s so easy to get carried away and lose track of time but i knew i still had lots to do.

                         i puff talced my whole body and then slipping my bathrobe and slippers on i shaved my face closely. Then using a brand new razor shaved it again. It was completely smooth just like a real girls. It felt so nice.

                          Back before the dressing table i slipped my white panty corselette on carefully tucking little peas in  their natural sockets and tucking backwards, and bringing my now empty ball sack around my little peeny, and tightly taping out of the way. Filling the bra cups with my silicone fillers i looked at myself from all directions in the mirror. it looked perfect. Now for the make up. Firstly my foundation, smoothed gently and thoroughly over my face and neck. making sure is was applied smoothly, and not too thickly. My skin looked fantastic. Now time for my eyes.

i had  had so much practice before, but nowi knew it had to be perfect. i gently trimmed my eyebrows and tweeze away some loose hairs, and then using an eyebrow pencil gently shaped and coloured them giving the appearence of more arched brows.

i then applied a sponge tip to make the definition softer. Now for the eye shadows. I chose light silvery grey  and blended into a smoky grey over the lids. A little pencil around the eyelids giving definition using a dark grey pencil, and then two light coats of mascara. i am sure I don’t have to tell anyone how wonderful it feels to do this, but i was still only part way there. i pencilled in my lips and filled in with a couple of waxy coats of pink lipstick. It tasted and felt beautiful. No lip gloss as i wanted to keep it simple, and not over the top but just a little orange blusher to my cheeks and a perfectly smooth complexion.

                                  Just twenty minutes to go before Jane came home, and I thought it would be nice to have a coffee waiting for her. I slipped my tan stockings on a special pair of Aristocs’ I had kept for a special occasion, and clipped them tautly to my suspenders. They felt wonderful, then my white playtex panty girdle over the top to give me added confidence and tightness around the crotch. Followed my by knee length petticoat, I was now ready to try my grey two piece suit. It just looked perfect with my pink cotton blouse, and after slipping my black 32 courts on I felt in heaven. Brushing out my brunette wig I placed it on my head and gently brushed it out. looking in the mirror it was just like looking at a real woman I felt wonderful.  A quick spritz of perfume and  i collected my handbag and went downstairs. I was now getting apprehensive as I was ready and waiting. The coffee just needed pouring out, and still no Jane

suddenly the doorbell rang it was Jane. “Wow! you look gorgeous.” She said and I felt myself redden in my cheeks as I thanked her. She didn’t want a coffee, so she said “come on let’s go!”

 I will relate the trip in the next episode. 

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Last Tuesday I was granted an incredible privilege of meeting one of Mrs Birch’s good friends Miss Tara. To say I was nervous was an understatement. This was the first time I would be introduced as a sissy maid to anyone other than Mistress Herself. When I had asked Mistress if I was allowed to know anything about Miss Tara beforehand I was told,

 “You’ll find out soon enough Karen.”

For the next two weeks as the day drew near my imagination ran wild, wondering what she would be like.

On arrival at Mistress’s place I was told to don my sky blue ‘Alice’ sissy maid uniform. As I was getting changed I heard a knock on the door and Mistress greet Miss Tara. Mistress then told me to present myself to the two of them when ready. With chastity device locked in place and pink sissy ribbon tied around my little clitty I began to dress. As I slipped on my stockings I luckily noticed a ladder and thanked God I had a spare pair. I methodically put on the uniform and

saw that the apron had a few crease marks. I hoped they were not too noticeable and tried to straighten them out. I carefully tied the bow on apron, making three attempts before satisfying myself and made sure the lace frills on the back straps were in the correct position and not folded under. I really was shaking I was so nervous. I brushed my wig, slipped into my heels, took a deep breath and walked into the lounge room to present myself.

I saw Miss Tara and was immediately taken by how young and attractive she was. She had long dark hair and beautiful eyes. A slim woman who looked like she took great care of herself. Her face looked serious and my stomach started to churn with nerves. I gave both ladies a curtsey and was so nervous I nearly tripped over! Mistress ordered me to curtsey again.

“That’s better! Tara, this is my sissy maid in training Sissy Karen. Greet Miss Tara please Karen.” 

I felt awash with submissive feelings as Mistress introduced me to Miss Tara.

“This is her ‘Alice’ sissy maid uniform, turn around and show us your back Karen.”

I did so and felt Mistress’s eyes bore into my back examining my bow on the apron.

“I am glad to see you have tied the bow correctly Karen, she had to have two months of practicing bow tying every night Miss Tara to learn that skill.”

“Very good Mrs Birch,” replied Miss Tara.

Having my training talked about like this made feel embarrassed and self-conscious and I am sure my cheeks started to flush pink. What happened next would make my cheeks glow crimson.

I gave another curtsey and presented Mistress with the key to my chastity device.

“Do you know what this key is for Miss Tara?”

“No Mrs Birch.”

“It is for Karen’s chastity device. Show Miss Tara your chastity device Karen.”

I felt incredibly embarrassed to have to do this to a woman I had only just met. I lifted up my apron and dress exposing my chastity device and the pink sissy ribbon tied around it in a perfect bow. Miss Tara nodded her head approvingly.

“She has to make sure her sissy ribbons are ironed, starched and tied in perfect bows also. This has meant plenty of bow tying practice and many a stroke of the cane before she was able to perfect that skill, hasn’t it Karen?”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied

“Now tell Miss Tara why you need the chastity device Karen.”

I was feeling more exposed and embarrassed the longer this went on.

“To control my carnal rage Miss Tara.”

Once again Miss Tara nodded her head approvingly.

“Now I have been telling Miss Tara how well you take your discipline Karen, would you like to show her?”

This was one of those questions I could not say no to! It is a very different feeling having to take a caning not as a punishment but for demonstration purposes only. I was ordered to bring Sister Patrice (Mrs Birch’s antique prayer stool) into position and the heard the words that never fail to send a nervous chill up my backbone,

“Step up….bend over…”

I did as I was told and then felt Mistress lift my dress and lower my panties. I clasped my hands as if in prayer and took some deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I felt some light taps on my buttocks and lower thighs as Mistress prepared for the thrashing.

“Karen takes her strokes very well Miss Tara, don’t you Karen?”

“Yes Mistress.” I replied, but not with much conviction. I felt the added pressure knowing that any moving or whimpering would disappoint Mistress and reflect badly on Her training.

“Now tell Miss Tara what you must say after each stroke Karen.”

“I must count the stroke and say thank you Mistress.”

“Are you ready Karen?”

There were more light taps and my nerves were strung tight.

“What do you say before a caning Karen?”

“Please Mistress may I have a caning?”

Then I heard the whistle…

Thwack!

The first stroke is usually the hardest one to take. My bottom was cold and it seared as it hit and then there was a delayed sting a few moments later.

“One, Thank You Mistress.”

I only gave a slight muffled whimper and then

Thwack!

The second hit just above the first. It stung like the blazes yet I managed to keep still and say,

“Two, Thank You Mistress.”

Mistress lined the next stroke up on my upper thighs. I gave a petrified little moan, thigh cuts are absolute murder. Mistress then said to my great relief.

“This is not a punishment Karen, there will not be any strokes on the thigh.”

The relief I felt was palpable. After 4 more strokes Mistress said,

“To the corner with bottom on display.”

I went to the corner and put my hands on my head as I had been trained to do. Knowing Miss Tara could see my freshly striped bottom added to the humiliation of this position. 

“Karen must stand in the corner between sets of strokes, it gives her a chance to think about her infractions and how she can mend her ways.”

The ladies chatted for a while before I was ordered to take up the punishment position on Sister Patrice again.

“This is one of Karen’s most dreaded implements Miss Tara, we call it Loopy Johnny.”

Loopy Johnny is a cane that has been twisted into a loop and delivers a frightful sting.

“It leaves a lovely butterfly pattern on her rump doesn’t it Karen?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Mistress had a mischievous lilt to her voice, 

“You don’t like this one do you Karen?”

“No Mistress.”

The nerves shot through my whole body like electricity as I felt Mistress tap my bottom lightly as She prepared to deliver the blows. Six solid strokes followed and it took all my strength to remain still and say my Thank You’s in my clearest sissy voice. I was sent back to the corner and thought that this was the end of the demonstration. 

“What implement do you usually use on your sissy maid Miss Tara?”

“I usually use a paddle.”

‘Oh, you must see Karen’s favourite paddle the New Zealand paddle”

Immediately I became scared, hoping Mistress was not going to want to demonstrate this most fearsome implement. I heard Mistress walk upstairs to the room where she kept her implements. When she returned I heard her say to Miss Tara,

“Have a look at this Miss Tara.”

“It does look nasty, so hard and heavy!”

“Karen hates this implement Miss Tara, she receives a taste of it if ever I find she makes an assumption, don’t you Karen”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions, they have been your downfall haven’t they Karen?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“A good sissy has to learn never to make assumptions. Does your sissy ever make assumptions Miss Tara?”

“No, never Mrs Birch.”

“See Karen, Miss Tara’s sissy doesn’t make assumptions, and I expect the same from you.”

Being compared like that made me feel even worse.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Over to Patrice and step up.”

Once more I took up position. I received a dozen good solid whacks with this dastardly implement. It has power and strength. Made from New Zealand hard wood with a beautiful Maori carving it packs an almighty punch. Not only does it bruise but it blisters as well. With some implements you get used to the pain but this one has an additive effect. Each stroke adds to the pain from the previous. Luckily I only had to take a dozen. Once I had to take 50 and I ended up with panty adhesion. After the thrashing the liquid form the blisters caused the panties to stick like glue to my bottom. Taking my panties off hours later re- ignited the pain.  Anyway I took the strokes well and felt a tinge of pride when Mistress complimented me on how well I took the strokes. I was sent back to the corner.

After that I was given a real sissy treat. For the next hour or so I had the privilege of giving the ladies a fashion show! I was able to try on about a dozen different outfits and sashay myself back and forth in front of the ladies. They gave me tips on what sort of occasions the different outfits would suit, what sort of accessories to consider and how well each outfit suited me. I danced before them, walked back and forth and showed them how I sat down in my best sissy fashion. I had the time of my life!

Here is one of the dresses I wore in the fashion parade – perfect for a summers day

This dress would be great for a party:

To cap off a wonderful day the ladies took me out dressed en femme. I wore a black sleeveless dress with a white cardigan with white pearls and clip on earrings. While I have always enjoyed dressing up, this was the first time I had ever gone out in anything like a crowd. We drove to a nearby shopping mall and had afternoon tea in a coffee shop that placed its tables out in the middle of the mall, so there was no place to hide. I was so nervous and scared but the support of Mistress and Miss Tara gave me all the confidence I needed to take this next step in my journey of feminization. 

My fears were in vain, if anyone noticed they did not say so or give any sign that they thought it strange. Even the waitress who must have heard that my voice was male acted like it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Here is the dress I wore to the cafe:

 I am so grateful to Mistress for her wonderful training and to Miss Tara for giving me such a special day, that I will always remember fondly.

sissy karen

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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? 

Sissy Karen

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It is a much more feminine way to workout and a very suitable addition to my exercise regime.

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 Sissy Maid at work

So what does it take to be the ideal sissy maid? What attributes and characteristics does an ideal sissy maid have? What are the skills that the sissy maid must be proficient in?

In this post I will give my views on the ideal sissy maid and acknowledge that is simply one sissy maids perspective and would love to know what others think on this subject. Please feel to to comment and add to the discussion.

Firstly above all else a sissy maid must be obedient. She must strive for perfect obedience in all that she does. It is not enough to just do as she told but she must do her duties to the best of her ability and gives her all in every task. She is passionate about obedience and respects the smallest rules as much as the more important rules. She is willing to move mountains, step out of her comfort zone and do what ever it takes to be obedient.

Secondly a sissy maid must be respectful. This manifests in a myriad of ways. Primarily the sissy maid must always be respectful to her superior. She must never talk back, never use bad language and greet her superior in the way her Superior wants e.g. curtsey. She must also show respect by never talking badly about her Superior behind their back and never touching anything of their Superiors without permission. She must open doors for her superior, pull chairs out and never sit down if her Mistress is standing.

The sissy maid also shows respect in her grooming and dress. Being clean and well groomed is a sure sign of respect. Making sure she is cleanly shaven, washes regularly, her uniform is clean and straight, her stocking tops level, shoes polished and wig b

rushed are all outward signs of respect to her Superior. The ideal sissy maid is checking her appearance regularly to ensure she maintains the correct standards. The sissy maid also shows respect by having impeccable manners towards not only her Superior but any of her Superiors guests and the public in general.

Third, a sissy maid should ideally be chaste. The control of her sexuality is in the hands of her Superior. She should have learnt to control her carnal thoughts and transfer her sexual energy into serving her Superior. She should never touch her ‘little clitty’ without permission, ogle her Mistress or any other other woman or look at any images that may cause sexual arousal. Through chastity the sissy maid becomes more compliant and subservient and her standard of her work improves markedly.

Fourth, a sissy maid must be feminine and demure. She must embrace her feminine side completely. She must endeavor to talk, walk, dress and think like a woman. An interest in things like make up, sewing and knitting are to be encouraged. She must excel in all manner of housework and cooking. Learning to give a massage or a manicure are skills a good sissy maid should strive to master.

Fifth, the ideal sissy maid should be humble. She must always put the needs of her superior before her own. Humility means listening to her Mistress and taking correction in a spirit of gratitude. Humility means never making assumptions and making sure she asks permission for any changes to her schedule or if she is unsure if something is allowed or not. A humble sissy maid never back chats and only expresses opinions if asked.

Sixth, the sissy maid must be dutiful. She must be focussed on performing all her duties to the best of her ability and on time. She must rise early and work hard all day. The only time she should relax is in her allocated free time if she has any. Otherwise she must keep herself busy and productive in the service of her Superior. The desire to complete all her duties to her Superior’s satisfaction burns strongly in the diligent sissy maid.

respectfully,

sissy karen

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After a curtsey for Mistress it was time for Hula Hoop practice. One big advantage of such a gorgeous skirt is that if the hoop drops the skirt holds its up. Mistress put her Elvis CD on and it was time to to Hula to ‘A little less conversation, a little more action’. I swung my hips for all I was worth, shaking my tush, flexing those abs but after two or three spins the hoop was resting on the skirt. 

There had to be a take 2, I heard Mistress cut the atmosphere with an air swing from her Junior cane and I swung back into action. I was shaking my hips for all I was worth. Again all I could manage was two or three loops and the hoop fell down again. How do those girls do it? Take 3 and take 4 were no better. I was starting to panic, this was going to be a dismal failure.

“Not good enough” said Mistress. “You obviously have not been practicing like I told you to! This is the ideal exercise for a sissy maid in training and one I expect you to master. For the next month you will do 30 minutes practice every day.”

“Yes Mistress”

“Now Bend over!”

“Maybe a spanking will make you practice harder next time missy! I think 12 strokes of the Senior cane is in order.”

“Yes Mistress, I promise to practice harder for next time.”

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