An Essay on the inappropriateness of mentioning bum wiping to my Mistress

In this essay I will explore the reasons why it is inappropriate for me to mention bum wiping to my Mistress. I will frame my reasons in the context of the Mistress/sissy maid relationship but of course the same reasons will mostly be applicable to any relationship where politeness and respect are at the heart of the relationship, The situation arose last week when I had removed my chastity device but had forgotten to remove the ring that sits behind my testicles. In my daily report I told Mistress that I noticed this only later when wiping my bum. While it was appropriate to let Mistress know that I had forgotten to remover the ring that sits behind my testicles it was disrespectful, rude and impolite of me to mention that I was not wearing the ring at the moment of wiping my bum. All I needed to say was that I noticed I had not removed the device’s ring when I went to the toilet. This was certainly a case of too much information.

Respect is a virtue in all human interactions but it takes on a deeper and more important role for the sissy maid. A good sissy maid has the highest respect for her Mistress and this manifests itself in her every  thought and action. She is always thinking of her Mistress’s needs, has impeccable manners and has an awareness of how her words and actions will effect he Mistress. At the heart of this matter, my mention of bum wiping was inappropriate because it displayed an acute thoughtlessness of the effect that reading it would have on my Mistress. By doing this I have shown a deep lack of respect for my Mistress and am ashamed and truly sorry.

Good manners and etiquette are one of the ways we can display our respect to others. As a good sissy maid should want nothing more than to display the utmost respect to her Mistress, It is essential that she is always striving to have impeccable manners. The words we use in both speech and writing are one of the ways we display our manners and etiquette. Words are incredibly powerful. Language is one of the most powerful tools humans have created. Words can create images in the readers mind. The power that language has can be both a good thing and a bad thing. By mentioning bum wiping in my daily report I caused an awful image to appear in Mistress’s mind. A crude disgusting and repulsive image that was just not appropriate but disrespectful as well.

As a sissy maid in training I want nothing more than one day to be a fully fledged Mrs Birch trained sissy maid. Incidents like this inappropriate mention of bum wiping only make it harder for me to progress. I must always be aware of how my words will effect my Mistress. There is no place for careless and thoughtless words that create repulsive and repugnant images in Mistress’s imagination. A good sissy maid carefully chooses her words and considers the impact they will have on her Mistress.

WHile the mentioning of bum wiping is inappropriate in most situations what makes this indiscretion worse is that I knew my Mistress has the highest standards of cleanliness and hygiene. Mistress has always insisted that I present myself to her showered and clean with all my clothes and underwear freshly laundered. Mistress also insists that I wash my sheets regularly and follow my domestic chores schedule to keep my own house clean and hygienic. Whenever I visit Mistress she is always immaculate, well groomed and clean. Her house is also very clean. It is obvious Mistress takes great pride in her appearance and maintains the highest standards of cleanliness and hygiene. So for me to so thoughtlessly and inappropriately use my words to create an image in my Mistress’s mind of something so dirty and repulsive makes this incident so much worse given Mistress’s high standards of cleanliness and hygiene. Not only that but with me being aware of Mistress’s high standards of cleanliness and hygiene I should have realized that She would have been repulsed more than most people and stopped myself from making such an inappropriate remark in my daily report. ANother clue that Mistress would have been repulsed by my inappropriate remark is the rule Mistress has imposed about milking privileges. Under no circumstances am I to tell Mistress anything about milking privileges. This should have been enough to make me realize that Mistress would not want to hear about me cleaning my bottom. To place that image in Mistress’s sensibilities. After more than three years of training there is no excuse for such a thoughtless and disrespectful comment and I am fully deserving of all the consequences that follow including this essay.

A good sissy maid is a demure sissy maid. She is pleasant, well mannered and refined. THere is no place for crude, oafish or offensive behavior. Mistress should be able to enjoy interacting with her sissy maid, she should be a pleasure to be around. A chaste, demure, obedient, well behaved sissy maid wants nothing more than to please her Mistress, make her happy and hopefully put a smile on Her face. This incident has done the exact opposite. It has created a repugnant and repulsive image in Mistress’s imagination. It has caused Her to have a moment of disgust and revulsion. The exact opposite of what I should be trying to achieve as a sissy maid in training.

ANother important goal for the aspiring sissy maid is to develop the mindset that her purpose in life is to do all that she can to make her Mistress’s life better. While obedience is crucial in this quest there are times when a sissy maid has to use her own discretion and judgement. Being a good sissy maid is more than just obediently following orders and obeying all Her rules. A good sissy maid will want to go above and beyond her duties and be willing to move heaven and earth in order to please her Mistress. A good sissy maid is thinking about her Mistress often. A good sissy maid asks how she can best please Mistress in the task she is doing at that present moment. If I had been in the correct sissy maid mindset when writing that daily report instead of allowing thoughtlessness and carelessness to creep in I could have avoided making such a crude and thoughtless remark that caused Mistress such distaste and displeasure. SO the remark about bum wiping was also inappropriate from the viewpoint that it was in exact contrast with my goal of making Mistress’s life better and more pleasant.

The remark about bum wiping was also highly inappropriate from the viewpoint that it displayed a lack of gratitude for Mistress’s training. Every day I have the incredible privilege of having Mistress read my daily reports. Mistress’s comment have been an incredible vehicle for helping me to learn and grow in my quest to become a fully fledges Mrs Birch trained sissy maid. Many times Mistress has been able to identify faults and infractions from my reports that I was unaware of and then impose a consequence that has taught me valuable lesson. The picking up of this infraction and this very essay and the weekend detention consequences is the most recent example where Mistress has picked up something from my daily reports and taught me a valuable lesson. THere are also times when Mistress has praised me and given me a “well done”. It is hard to express the joy I feel in these moments. I think that because Mistress does have such high standards and is so brutally honest with me, a “well done” from Mistress means so much more to me than it does coming from anyone else that I know. So as you can see I have a lot to be grateful for that every day Mistress takes the time from her busy schedule to read and respond to my daily reports and give me such wonderful and constructive feedback. My spirits lift and I am always excited to see an email from my Mistress in my inbox. So one way I can display my gratitude for this incredible service is to make sure my daily reports are well written, succinct, report all infractions and display the respect that my Mistress so deeply deserves. My comment about bum wiping failed miserably in this regard. It was inappropriate and repulsive and therefore did not reflect the gratitude that I have for all the effort that Mistress puts in to reading and responding to my reports. In fact it did the opposite, it gave the impression that I was no grateful for this service as it caused Mistress unnecessary distaste and displeasure when she read it and imagined it.

Another reason it is inappropriate to mention bum wiping to Mistress is simple common sense. It should have been manifestly clear to me that it is not something that is discussed in polite circles and therefor totally inappropriate to mention it to Mistress. AS civilized human beings living in modern society we have built up a set of sensibilities around our need to get rid of our waste products. We build our toilets designing them for privacy and usually there is a lock on the door. It is generally not a topic for conversation especially in polite society where people want to show respect for each other. If we do have problems in  this department it is a conversation we can have with our health professional. In hindsight I do not know what possessed me to to write such a thing. WHy I would even think that Mistress needed to know such a detail. It added nothing of any meaning or substance to my daily report and only served to cause Mistress distaste and revulsion. I would never think it is appropriate to mention bum wiping in a work or social setting due to common sense that it is repugnant, yet here I was mentioning it to Mistress whom I hold in much higher esteem than any of my work colleagues or clients. THe more of this essay I write the more shame I feel and I keep asking myself how could I be so thoughtless and careless.

Another reason it is inappropriate to mention bum wiping to Mistress is that I do not know what Mistress is doing while she is reading my daily report. If there is one time when most people do not want to think about vile and disgusting things above any other time it is while they are eating, especially at breakfast. In this context the word distasteful seems even more appropriate to describe my inappropriate remark. If I was a better sissy maid who truly had her Mistress’s needs and happiness top of mind I would not have made such an in a inappropriate remark, I am determined to learn from this mistake and improve in the future.

The comment about bum wiping was also inappropriate because it was irrelevant and off topic in regards to my daily report. Over the years of my chastity training Mistress has told me on many occasions to focus my report on the effects of the chastity training. Often I have gone off on tangents and written about other areas of my life such as discussing family or work issues. Mistress was quick to correct me in such situations and remind me to stay on topic and focus the daily report only on the effects of the chastity training. Mistress is a very busy woman and her time is valuable so to include things in my report that are irrelevant to my training is just wasting her precious time. AS well as being rude, thoughtless and repugnant my comment was inappropriate as it wasted Mistress’s time not only due to the fact that she had to read it but also had to waste more time writing back to me and reprimanding me. Mistress then had to spend more time considering the consequence and setting the detention.

In conclusion my comment about wiping my bottom was an incredibly inappropriate remark for a number of different reasons. It showed a lack of respect for my wonderful Mistress, it was rude and forced Mistress to conjure up a most disgusting image in her mind. It was compounded by the fact that Mistress has the most impeccable and highest standards of cleanliness and hygiene which makes my comment even more repulsive in comparison. The comment was inappropriate for a sissy maid to make as a sissy maid should be demure and well mannered. A good sissy maid should always be focussed on making her Mistress’s life better and easier but my comment did the exact opposite. Finally the comment was thoughtless and inappropriate as it failed to show the immense gratitude I have for Mistress for the time She puts into reading and responding to my reports. I have learnt so much from her comments and feel ashamed that I have not only offended Her with my rude remark but wasted her valuable time as well.

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Derek Brady at home.

This episode opens with ironing lessons for Brady. All you sissies out there will love to read how Grandma McCabe teaches Brady how to iron a skirt properly. You will never look at a pleated skirt in quite the same way! As Brady progresses through the never ending basket of ironing he reflects on how he ended up in this position, living under the strict discipline of these four matriarchs. An informative and useful prequel to fully appreciating this excellent series.

Total Submission Part 4.

Its been three months of chastity for nancy when Caroline decides to invite her friend Sandra over for some games! Fun for Sandra and Caroline, for sure. Fun for nancy, of course not! In fact the ultimate in tease and torture for poor nancy. The way nancy is made to beg is exquisite domination and submission. Nancy is faced with a classic Hobson’s choice indeed. Chastity and CBT fans will love this episode! 

Caned in Front of the girls Part 3

Put under the charge of his step sister Julie, our miscreant is taken on a holiday to visit Julies old school friend. On the train trip there he makes the terrible mistake of ogling a fellow passenger and is caught out. He will live to regret this over the next week for Julies friend lives at the infamous St George’s boarding school. With the pupils and staff away it is just his sister in law, her friend and a very capable disciplinarian who teach our boy a serious lesson in respect. If you love corporal punishment and the discipline of old fashioned boarding schools,this story is for you! An absolute classic.

M’am – True dominance

A delightful tale of yet another predicament for poor Sonny Boy in his ongoing slave training. He is given the privilege of worshipping his Mistress’s bare bottom. But there is a twist, a wicked twist indeed! Needless to say Sonny Boy ends up in even more trouble. This story is short sharp and to the point, in more ways than one!

Table Drill

Another fabulous installment of the famous Brady series. Here we learn how the matriarchs make meal times absolute hell for Brady.  Not only is he made to do most of the work in preparing the meal but must go through a most humiliating ritual before eating and misses out on all the good bits. The whole process is designed to humiliate and put Brady firmly in his place. A not to be missed episode.

A Blissful Marriage Part 3

Whenever Mother in law visits an “inspection’ is carried out straight away. Standing naked before his Mother in Law Derek is interrogated about his behaviour, grooming and fitness. Forstly Derek’s exercise regime is increased and his Goal weight decreased. Mother in Law is not happy with the length of his pubic hair. It is has grown over the regulated length anand a punishment is imposed. Also an appointment for the waxing salon is made. On to the house and our well trained hubby dutifully follows Mother in Law around the house, his “Deficiencies” book and pen in hand as he is told to start a new page and report all the ‘deficiencies’ that need to be corrected, in more ways than one. Unfortunately for Derek his wife will reinforce his punishments later. Another cracking episode in this fantastic series.

A Religious Upbringing Part 3

In this episode Derek has to endure a visit from Father Fleming who introduces him to the ‘ferrule’ a  short strap made of dense rubber. Perfect for making ‘attitude adjustments’. Derek lets his temper get the better of him and not only gets a taste of the ferrule but a solid dose of petticoat discipline as well. Sister Bernice is advised to increase the level of discipline now that Derek is older as he slides further into submission.

The Whipping I deserved

A wonderful tale about a boy who moves to a new neighborhood and makes friends with a boy who has a very strict but loving disciplinarian for a Mother. At first he is shocked when he sees his friend receive a spanking. However he gets an even bigger surprise when he is invited for a sleep over and the Mother catches them both indulging in self abuse. The Mother has no hesitation in enforcing her rules in her house even for visitors!

The Lodger

Noelene had been taking three girls in as Lodgers when one has to leave. She decides to try a male lodger for a change. She finds him a very compliant young man and in no time has him firmly under her discipline. House Rules apply to all Noelene has very high standards. I think many an unruly young man would do well to be lodging with Noelene. There would be no wavering from the straight and narrow path that she decrees her boarders live by!

Three Detentions

A fascinating article about the Catholic school system in the 1950’s. With corporal punishment now being saved for major offences only, detentions were the first consequence for naughty boys and girls. Our writer points out the irony of how in less than a minute a teacher could inflict hours of pain and agony by setting a horror detention. They even had Saturday detention where the pupils had to suffer the humiliation of coming in their school uniforms on a weekend. Everyone who sees them knowing they are on detention. And if the imposition wasn’t finished they could look forward to more hours at home. Three detentions in a term though and it was time for corporal punishment. Read what happens then!

Part time work.

Mrs Birch in her generosity had enrolled sissy karen in a Beauty School course to enable her to learn some useful skills like pedicures, manicures and facials. In this story Sissy Karen’s teacher, Mrs Lee has invited Mrs birch out for lunch to discuss Karen’s results. Not only does sissy karen suffer the humiliation of being outed as a sissy maid to her teacher Mrs Lee and her daughter but there is some severe consequences for her lack of diligence with her course work when Mistress returns.

A Day at the Zoo

One of the most hilarious misadventures for sissy karen. Mrs Birch has let Miss Jacqueline and Miss Katerina have the services of sissy karen for their weekend away at the Western Plains Zoo. What is a most enjoyable trip for the ladies becomes sheer hell for sissy karen.  Everything seems to go wrong for poor karen and even some of the animals seem to be picking on her! A rollicking episode. 

Added to this are 6 more bonus stories including:

A Nursery Punishment for Muir

A wonderful account from Mrs Birch of a ‘Nursery punishment’. We see how delightfully imaginative Mrs Birch can be in her torment of poor Muir. Bows, frills, bloomers and romper suits combined with Nursery games may not sound too odious for Muir but in the hands of the inimitable Mrs Birch he is left feeling very sore and sorry indeed for his errant ways. A great insight into one of the approachs of this world class disciplinarian.

A Chalkdust Memory from the 1950’s

Jim shares with us an excellent account of his first senior school caning. “The good old days” as some call it! We learn how effective corporal punishment can be.

A summoning for Discipline

A wonderful account of real life submission to discipline. Nicky shares her emotions and feelings giving a great insight into how the submissive feels when faced with real consequences from a disciplinarian. A very powerful read.

All in all Volume three is yet another wonderful collection and worth every cent of a subscription.

sissy georgie

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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 

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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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by Daniela

A story of sissy maid humiliation (a sequel to The Announcement)

The wedding was an enormous success.  It was to become the talk of the town.  The Mistress had looked simply gorgeous in her wedding dress.  Mr. Marcus looked most becoming and handsome in his morning suit.  But the icing on the cake for all of the Mistress’ lady friends was the reception and party.  The Mistress had forewarned everybody about my new status as her maidservant, so that it would not come as a shock to anyone.  Now that I was called Glenda Scrub, she asked them to address me only as Scrub, and certainly under no circumstances to call me Glen.

Nevertheless, it was a spectacle.  I was smartly decked out in full traditional maid’s uniform for all to see.  Black calf length dress; smart white broderie anglaise pinafore, heavily starched and carefully pressed, cross straps tightly tied at the back; white cap, collar and cuffs; black nylon tights; and little black patent leather ankle boots.  Just to make my new status absolutely clear, around my collar, embroidered in black, was the one word Servant. And on my cap was a little badge with my new name Scrub.

It was the ladies who were really impressed.  What a brilliant way to deal with an errant husband!  To make him serve the food and drink in full maid’s uniform at his former wife’s wedding reception!  Perfect punishment and perfect humiliation.  Could you believe it?  And for the Mistress to keep him on in her new married life as a full-time live-in maid, what a fantastic idea!  The Mistress had ensured that they all knew how I had kept my sissy maid fantasies a secret for fifteen years, and they had all agreed with her that it was unforgivable.  In the circumstances, the Mistress’ friends thought that she had been remarkably lenient.  Well now I was finding out what it was like to be a real maid, and quite right too!   How absolutely perfect.  Let the punishment fit the crime!

To her lady friends, the Mistress had suddenly become some kind of feminist icon.  She was overwhelmed by their response.  By outing me so publicly, they thought that she had done a great service to women everywhere.  It would help to make male employment as sissy maids more acceptable.  It would help to make male domestic subservience more acceptable.  No longer need women talk just of gender equality, they could contemplate a future of female superiority, where it was servile men who were told to get back to the kitchen sink, serve the tea, wash the dishes, iron the clothes, scrub the kitchen floor, and so much more!  Women’s work will become men’s work, and that will be the role of sissy maids.  One lady thought that special schools should be set up to teach sissy men all the appropriate domestic skills, so that they could play a useful role in society, and serve women more appropriately.

Another lady thought that sentences of domestic servitude should be handed down by the divorce courts.  

In addition to making over the house and a substantial income to the wife, the ex-husband will serve as her maidservant for the next five years, with total responsibility for all the housework.  In the event that his former wife marries again, he will at her instruction serve as her maidservant at the wedding reception.  Subsequently, he will serve both his former wife and her new husband as their full-time live-in maidservant.  If he fails to provide domestic service to her total satisfaction, she may appeal to the court, who may send him to sissy maid training school full-time for three months, after which he will have to complete not only the original sentence of domestic servitude, but an additional one, to be decided upon by the court in consultation with his ex-wife.  Failure to fulfil any of these conditions will result in a five-year custodial sentence with no remission, and confiscation of all his assets in favour of his former wife.

What a world that would be!  Errant husbands paying for their offences through sentences of domestic servitude.

The men had no sympathy for me either.  As far as they were concerned, any man who allowed himself to be so humiliated was simply not a man.  Obviously, I must have been a poof all along, so obviously they too had in some way been deceived.   I could not help seeing the smirks and the sidelong glances as I fulfilled my new duties, moving from group to group to serve the drinks on a little silver tray.

After the reception, there was to be a full sit-down dinner.  The Mistress had brought in outside caterers to do this, but had decided that my task would be to do all the washing up “to save work for the catering staff”.  Before leaving the kitchen to return to her guests, the Mistress handed me a card.

“As a special favour Scrub, I am allowing you to see the menu for the sit-down dinner we are all having together.  While you are eating your cheese sandwiches, you can read about all our beautiful food”.  The caterers had set aside for me two cheese sandwiches and a glass of water, while the sumptuous feast was being consumed in the main hall.  “Make sure you keep this menu Scrub, you will have to paste it into a scrapbook, which you will compile under my supervision, recording all the significant details of your new life as a serving maid.  But while we are eating, you will be doing all the washing up.”

There was a huge and seemingly never-ending quantity of dirty dishes which I worked through steadily, while unavoidably listening to the sounds of merriment in the main hall.  Eventually the Mistress returned.  “I am now going to take you to a changing room.  You will fall in line behind me.  You will look down only at the back of my feet as you walk.  Under no circumstances are you to start up a conversation with anyone”.

In fact, no-one conversed with me throughout the whole evening, except to order drinks.  It was only later that I discovered that this was exactly what the Mistress had advised all her guests and friends to do.  “She is now just a servant, and please treat her as such” she had said.  “It will help her adjust to her new station in life”.

On our way to the changing room, many guests came up to the Mistress to say what a wonderful evening they were having, and she stopped to chat to them.  I stood there, hands behind my back, gazing at the floor, not uttering a word, as I had been trained to do.   She spent a long time talking to each guest, deliberately keeping me waiting.  To me, nobody said a word.  It was as if an invisible curtain had descended between me and all the guests, I was no longer a person in my own right, but an object of pity and scorn, a spectacle for public entertainment and humiliation.

Finally, the Mistress led me to the small changing room.  She had originally decided I should serve at the party in a pink French maid’s uniform, but on reflection, had changed her mind.  Although the pink uniform was delightfully sissy, it might also be seen as a little bit sexy, whereas the look the Mistress preferred was smart and subservient but chaste and sexless.  So she had decided on an alternative, which she had kept a secret.  Now I found out that I was to be dressed as Alice in Wonderland!  She had had a blue calf length dress especially made, with a little white collar, the fullest possible skirt, and large puff sleeves, “perfect for a poof”, as she put it.  Beneath the dress I wore white taffeta petticoats, with five rows of ruffled flounces.   As well as filling out my dress, the taffeta of course rustled as I walked; in fact, I could not walk without rustling.  Then there were white tights, and black Mary Jane shoes, with the smallest of heels, in traditional black patent leather.  Finally, the Mistress had bought a long blonde wig, which she fastened with a black hair band.  

Over the dress was to be worn a white bib pinafore.  The Mistress took it on herself to wrap it around me, which was most unusual.  Soon I was to realise why.  The pinafore was voluminous, and starched almost like cardboard.  The straps were wide and extremely long.  The Mistress crossed the straps at the back, pulling the two ends through a simple locking device.  Then she tied the straps tightly over the locking device and snapped it shut.  Finally, the two ends were looped into in an enormous bow.

“Turn round Scrub”.

I turned round and looked down.  As I looked down to curtsey, I saw emblazoned on the pinafore in large luminous poster red capital letters the simple message: “I deceived my wife as a secret sissy for 15 years”.  I felt faint, I felt my legs were going to give under me.  In my confusion, I must have looked a picture.  Indeed I did, as I was to find out afterwards.  Quick as a flash, the Mistress had removed a camera from her handbag, and taken a photo of my confusion to commemorate the occasion.

“That will certainly be one for the collection, Scrub”, she laughed wickedly with that triumphant smile I had come to know so well.

Just as quickly, her face hardened again.

“Scrub, what do think you are doing just standing there? There are guest in the main reception area waiting to be served their drinks.  Get out there immedi-a-t-e-ly!”.

Blushing bright scarlet, I curtseyed and returned to the hall.  By now, people had already had quite a lot to drink, and as they saw me in my Alice in Wonderland costume, they were pointing, whooping and laughing, some quite uncontrollably, while the cameras flashed.  Despite all of this, I had to move from one group to the next, a bottle of red wine in one hand, white wine in the other, refilling empty glasses

By the end of the evening, everyone was dancing, except for just one person, standing at the back of the hall, hands behind my back, looking at the floor, as I had been trained to do.  You might wonder why no-one took pity on me and offered a dance.  Well, the reason why no woman would dance with me was emblazoned on my pinafore.  And of course no man was going to be seen dead dancing with me, now I had been so comprehensively outed as a sissy maid.  My life had been changed for ever.  There would be no going back.  The man I had been called Glen had simply ceased to exist.

Before departing, the Mistress gave me clear instructions.  “You will make sure that all the glasses and crockery are fully washed up, dried up and put away, that the tables are cleared and washed, that all the surfaces are clean, that the floor is swept, that the carpets are hoovered, and that everything is absolutely spick and span”.

“You will note that when I spoke to the Manageress earlier, I promised her that my maidservant would do all the cleaning and clearing up afterwards.  So she gave me a reduction on the fee for the use of all the facilities, because it meant she could send her staff home early.  As a servant, you will be the last to leave.  You will be here working hard at your cleaning and scrubbing long after all the guests have departed.  But you will make sure to inform the security guard before you leave the building.  In the morning, the Manageress will inspect your work, and I will telephone her later in the day to check that everything has been done to her complete satisfaction.  You will ensure that the reception rooms are immaculate, or else.  If the Manageress is in any way dissatisfied, let alone refuses to give me the promised fee reduction, you will be in the most serious trouble!”

I had seen the Mistress talking to the Manageress earlier.  She was smartly turned out in a starched white blouse, black pencil skirt, black tights and heels.  She was made up to perfection, and her blond hair was swept back tightly and secured with several hair pins in a ballerina bun.  She looked a paragon of competence and efficiency.  To all the guests, she was as charming and friendly as could be.  But to me she gave such a look of open and withering contempt that I felt as if I had been turned to jelly.  The thought of such an obviously strict and superior lady inspecting my housework the following morning was truly terrifying.

Just then, a taxi driver walked into the hall. 

“And here is the taxi” the Mistress continued “to take me and my husband home to our wedding night.  But you Scrub, as a servant, will of course have to walk back on your own.  And that will be only after you have completed all your chores.  When you eventually arrive back at the house, make sure to let yourself in quietly by the back door.  If anyone’s sleep is disturbed, you will be punished in the morning”.  Then the Mistress smiled sweetly.  “I do hope you have enjoyed our wedding just as much as we have Scrub.  We have had such a delightful evening!  And I do hope you enjoy your walk home!”

As I curtseyed, the Mistress swept out with Mr. Marcus on her arm.  I was too stunned to say anything.  It was only as I heard the taxi depart I suddenly realised, I was still locked into the white pinafore!  With a thirty minute walk back to the house!

But as usual I had no alternative.  The housework all had to be done, the reception rooms had to be cleaned to perfection.  There was a huge amount of work to do.  It took nearly two hours of tidying up, washing up, drying up, putting away, cleaning the tables, sweeping the floor, emptying and cleaning the ashtrays, vacuuming the carpets, all still dressed in my Alice in Wonderland costume, with my voluminous white pinafore, taffeta petticoats and flounces rustling unavoidably.  I was as terrified of the Manageress’ inspection as I was of the Mistress.  Everything had to be perfect before I left.

Finally, I felt ready to leave, informed the security guard of my departure, and walked back to the house, heart fluttering, hoping against hope that there would be no-one about at that time of night to see me.  When I eventually got back to the house after two in the morning, I returned to my room to find the key to the pinafore on the bedside table.   I could undo the large bow of the pinafore straps, but it was a real struggle to remove the little locking device in the small of my back, with which the pinafore straps had been secured.  But it would have been impossible to sleep in this costume, I had to remove it before going to bed.  And I knew I had to appear in a different uniform in the morning.

Finally, I was changed into a nightie, and ready for bed.  But when I removed the coverlet, I realised the bedding had been changed.  Embroidered on the pillow case in large letters was the one word “Servant”.  I turned the pillow case over, and there it was again, the one word “Servant”.  Then I looked at the sheets.  They were no longer cotton, but rubber.  On the bed was a note.  “Just in case your chastity device is not 100% effective, from now on you will sleep in rubber sheets.  This will ensure there is no chance of you wetting the bed”.  By now I was so tired I just got into bed and fell asleep instantly.  So while my ex-wife spent her wedding night in the loving embrace of her new husband, I slept alone between rubber sheets like an incontinent child.

When I woke the next day, the feel of the sheets instantly reminded me of the events of the night before.  I blushed scarlet at the recollection of my successive humiliations, while my erection strained hopelessly against the restraining ring of the chastity device.  Then I glanced at the pillow.  There was the single word “Servant” in large letters to remind me of my new station in life.

I knew I had to get up.  There were chores to do, all the rooms had to be clean and tidy before the Mistress descended, and there was breakfast to be made, and the breakfast table laid.  For my morning duties, I wore a simple blue uniform gingham dress, black stocking, little black boots, and a white mob cap.  Over the uniform dress I wore a white bib pinafore, straps crossed over and neatly tied at the back.  The Mistress’ instructions were clear.  I was to be pinafored at all times, it was the badge of my servile status.

Eventually the Mistress and Mr. Marcus descended, still wrapped lovingly in one another’s arms.  I served them breakfast, cleared away, washed the dishes, dried up and put away.  Then I served them coffee in the lounge, and stood hands behind my back, eyes to the floor, waiting for my next order.  The Mistress sat on Mr. Marcus’ knee, giving him long, slow, voluptuous kisses, just to make sure I knew exactly what I was missing.

After what seemed an age, the doorbell rang.

“Answer the door, Scrub”, the Mistress commanded.

I curtseyed, and went to answer the door.  There stood Elspeth Pritchard, an old friend of the Mistress.  Elspeth was a rather sour, unattractive old-fashioned spinster librarian, with thick glasses, a dislike of men in general, and a particular dislike of me.

“Ah there are you Scrub”, she said as she walked in.  “I must say everyone did enjoy seeing you last night in your new role as a maidservant.  And you looked so sweet in your Alice in Wonderland costume.  Quite the little girl!”  She was grinning all over her face.  In fact, I had never ever seen her look quite so happy.

“Do come in Elspeth”, the Mistress said.

“I have simply got to say how wonderful it all was last night, Elie, everybody is saying so.  You looked absolutely stunning in your wedding dress.  And Mr. Marcus so handsome!  And what a splendid idea to have Scrub dressed in full maid’s uniform, serving all the guests”.

“Elie, it says so much for your character.  A lot of other women might simply have walked away from a divorce.  But you decided to make a public statement with such style!  What a perfect way to punish an errant husband!”

“Thank you ever so much, Elspeth, it was a pleasure, I can assure you!” the Mistress replied.  “Do come through to the lounge.  Would you like some coffee?”

“I would love some coffee, Elie”.

“Scrub, coffee for two!”

I curtseyed, departed to the kitchen, and returned shortly with the coffee.

“Now Scrub, you will listen to what I have to say.  As you know, Mr. Marcus and I leave today for a month’s honeymoon.  If you thought that would mean a month’s holiday for you from housework, you are very much mistaken.  During my absence, my friend has very kindly agreed to act as your supervisor.  Oh, by the way Elspeth, would you prefer Scrub to address you as Miss Elspeth or Mistress Elspeth?”

“Oh Mistress Elspeth definitely,” she replied laughing.

“Scrub, you will now say ‘Thank you Mistress Elspeth for agreeing to act as my supervisor’ and curtsey to her”.

“Thank you for agreeing to act as my supervisor, Mistress Elspeth”.  I curtseyed.  Mistress Elspeth was clearly enjoying every minute of this.

The Mistress continued.  “As my representative, you will obey her in everything and she will be entitled to punish you in whatever way she thinks fit.  Today we are going to have a little practice session.  Fetch the riding crop Scrub, offer it to Mistress Elspeth then take up the position!”

I did as the Mistress commanded.  While I was bent over, they discussed techniques for beating me.

“Well Elspeth, have you ever played tennis?  That’s good.  Well, imagine her backside is like a tennis ball, and with each shot you’re looking to hit a winner.  Just like this!”

And so saying she got up and gave my backside a resounding stroke with the riding crop.  I stifled a scream and tried hard to stop myself crying out loud.

Elspeth could not contain herself for laughing, she thought it was the funniest thing ever.

“So now your turn.  Scrub!  You will count each stroke, and after each one you will say ‘Thank you Mistress Elspeth, please may I have another one?”

“Yes Mistress” I said through my legs, since I was still bending over.

“OK Elspeth, imagine you start by playing a cross-court drive”.

Thwack!  “One.  Thank you Mistress Elspeth please may I have another one?”  Elspeth was completely convulsed by laughter, but the Mistress urged her on.

“That’s excellent Elspeth.  Let’s have another cross-court drive”.

Thwack!  “Two.  Thank you Mistress Elspeth please may I have another one?”

“Now let’s have an overhead smash”.

Thwack!  “Three. Please Mistress Elspeth may I have another one?”

“Finally, let’s go for an outright winner with a shot straight down the line.  As hard as you possibly can!”

Thwack!  The pain was excruciating as the riding crop landed on my buttocks yet again.  “Four.  Thank you Mistress Elspeth, please may I have another one?”

The Mistress now intervened.  “That will do for the time being, but you will remain in position Scrub, with one hand clasping each ankle.

She turned to Mistress Elspeth.  “Elspeth, that was absolutely brilliant, well done!” 

“My pleasure”, said Mistress Elspeth, and she certainly sounded as if she meant it.

  “Honestly Elspeth, you’re a natural.  Have you played a lot of tennis?”

“Oh yes.  In fact, I won a few tournaments”.

“How fantastic!  Well, please feel free to keep your forehand drive and overhead smash in practice on Scrub’s buttocks over the next few weeks!” 

The Mistress continued.  “You may rise Scrub, and stand with your hands behind your back, looking at your feet, because I now have a few things to tell you.  One is a piece of good news.  I have spoken to the Manageress regarding the reception last night, and she was not displeased with your housework.  In fact, the good news is that she will be prepared to use you again as a cleaner for functions at the hall.  You will be required to do all the washing up for any sit-down dinners, and then clear up and clean afterwards.  It will mean her catering staff will be able to get home early, and leave all the chores to you.  The Manageress will be paying me a fee for your services, which will go some way towards defraying the extremely irritating costs of feeding and housing you.  The Manageress will certainly require you while I am away on honeymoon, and she will be contacting Mistress Elspeth.  So that’s good news, isn’t it Scrub?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress”, I curtseyed.

“In addition, several of my friends have asked if you could clean their houses from top to bottom while I am away, and again Mistress Elspeth will supervise.  Of course, if any of my friends are in any way dissatisfied with your performance, you will be in the most serious trouble on my return.  And I mean really serious trouble”.

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress”, I curtseyed again.

“Finally, I do not want to seem too hard a Mistress, since I know you have had no relief for weeks.  We will be away for a whole month.  So I am going to allow you just one opportunity before we leave”.

“However, there is a condition.  Several of my lady friends will be arriving shortly to send us on our way, and if you are to have relief, you must ejaculate in public for their entertainment”.

I blenched.  I could not believe my ears.  I had never masturbated in public in my life.

“You may of course choose not to take this opportunity.  But if you don’t, you will have to wait until after our return from honeymoon.  I can assure you that while we are away, Mistress Elspeth certainly won’t be unlocking your chastity device!  If you want this opportunity, go down on your knees and say ‘Thank you Mistress’.  Choose!”

In fact of course I had no choice.   I had had no relief for weeks, and the events of the last twenty-four hours had made me so horny that my member was constantly straining painfully at the chastity ring.  I went down on my knees flushing hot with embarrassment and said “Thank you Mistress”.

Just then, the first of the Mistress’ lady friends arrived at the door, soon followed by several others.  I had to take their coats and hang them up in the cupboard, while they made themselves comfortable in the sitting room.

“Would anyone like some coffee?” the Mistress asked her friends.

They nodded enthusiastically.  “What an excellent idea” one said.

“Scrub, fetch some coffee!”  I curtsied and went back to the kitchen.

When I returned with the coffee, I sensed an air of expectancy.  Suddenly, it dawned on me.  They knew exactly what was about to happen, they knew what I was about to do.  As usual, the Mistress had pre-arranged everything to perfection.

“Scrub, you will now fetch the wooden stool from the kitchen marked ‘Servant’, together with the large white enamel basin, and bring them in here”.

I curtseyed, went to the kitchen, and returned with the stool and the basin.

“Now fetch me the riding crop”.

I fetched the riding crop.

“You will now pull down your tights and your panties, lift up the skirt of your dress, and kneel on the stool”.

I did as the Mistress commanded.  The ladies were besides themselves giggling, laughing and pointing, as they could now see my chastity device.  I was beside myself with embarrassment.  Not only was I exposing myself, but my member was as erect as could be.

“Normally his pathetic little willy is locked up 24/7 to ensure he observes his vow of chastity”, the Mistress said, while idly flicking the clear perspex cage within which my member was now standing fully to attention.  “But today we will remove the device and out of the kindness of my heart, I will allow the little pervert some relief”.

She put down the riding crop, reached for her handbag, from which she took out some plastic gloves.  These she put on, then took out a key.  She stood up, seized my member with one hand, unlocked the device with the other, and removed it.

She sat down again, and took a stop watch out of her bag.  “Get on with it Scrub, you have ten minutes from Now!”  She started the stopwatch.

Her lady friends were beside themselves with laughter.  One was quite hysterical.  In truth, I was so erect, it took but a few minutes to ejaculate.  As the white cum splashed into enamel bowl, there was a flash, I realised the Mistress had taken a photograph.

“You are truly disgusting Scrub”.  She handed me a tissue.  “Wipe yourself clean”.

Still wearing the plastic gloves, she seized my member, put the cock ring back on, re-fastened the penal cage, and snapped the lock back into place.  “Now get dressed, take the stool and the basin back to the kitchen, and get out!  And make sure you clean that basin thoroughly with disinfectant!”

The humiliation of the wedding party was nothing compared to what I had just experienced.  As usual, the Mistress held all the cards, and played them to perfection.  Banished to the kitchen, I waited for my next summons.  Suddenly, there was a ring at the door.

“Scrub!” I hastily responded to the Mistress’ call.  “Answer the door”.

It was the taxi.  The driver took one look at me and smirked from ear to ear.

“Taxi for the airport” he announced.

“Scrub, take the bags out to the taxi”, the Mistress commanded.

The driver watched me struggling with the heavy bags, not even attempting to conceal  his amusement.  He unlocked the boot of his car, but left me to put the bags inside.

By this time everyone had gathered outside.  While the Mistress was saying fond farewells to her lady friends, Mr. Marcus stepped over to me.  “If I get the slightest complaint about you from Mistress Elspeth, you will get the thrashing of your life on my return.  Do you understand Scrub?”

“Yes Master”, I curtseyed. 

Then the Mistress turned to me.  “While I am away Scrub, you will work like you have never worked before.  While I am lying in the sun, visiting far-away places, wining and dining at exotic restaurants, or making love to my new husband, you will be preparing food, laying tables, clearing away, washing up, scrubbing, scouring, sweeping, polishing, dusting, laundering, and ironing.  While I take my pleasures abroad, you will toil at home as scullery maid, laundry maid and housemaid, all rolled into one.  For the entire month, you will be bossed by Mistress Elspeth, by the restaurant Manageress, and by all my friends.  There will always be a female voice to criticize, nag and scold you, but never a female body to touch or caress, never ever again!  Because when I return, I will ensure that you devote the rest of your miserable little life to nothing but domestic drudgery.  I am now married to Marcus, and you are married to the kitchen sink.  Scrub by name and scrub by nature!  And don’t you ever forget it!”

  Then she relaxed for a moment.  “But before we leave, you may say ‘Congratulations on your wedding Mistress, I wish you all health and happiness, and a wonderful honeymoon’”.

“Congratulations on your wedding Mistress, I wish you all health and happiness, and a wonderful honeymoon”.

Then, the Mistress turned to Mistress Elspeth, and handed over the keys to the house, together with the riding crop, the symbol and instrument of her new authority.

“Scrub, you will curtsey to Mistress Elspeth and say ‘I promise to obey you in everything, Mistress Elspeth’”.

“‘I promise to obey you in everything, Mistress Elspeth”.

Mistress Elspeth gave me a look of utter contempt and triumphant glee, which she made no attempt to conceal. “Most certainly you will obey me in everything, Scrub.  You will get to work immediately!”  

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.

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By Sissy Georgie

Following on from Volume 1, Volume 2 is yet another collection of first class disciplinary literature. Mrs Birch has brought together a wonderful group of writers, including Her talented Self to present a Volume brimming with wonderful tales of domestic discipline. Be prepared to enter a world where women are in charge and men obey or face severe discipline, In Volume 2 many of the stories pick up where they left off in Volume 1 and take us to new levels of strictness and discipline. I would highly recommend going through the Volumes in order as the stories develop and continue throughout each Volume. If you love strict discipline administered by strong females you will be treated to hours of pleasure.

“The Comeuppance – Part 2”

Having been introduced to Brady’s strict and exacting Superiors in Volume 1 and gaining an insight into his austere lifestyle we now learn in Part 2  how Aunt Elizabeth and her family of Superior women control Brady’s carnal desires. We hear Brady having to say out loud his rules pertaining to his “squishy little piggie wiggle” for that is how he must refer to his penis. As far as Aunt Elizabeth is concerned it is a ‘useless, pathetic organ.’ Not only is Brady forbidden to ever touch his “squishy little piggie wiggle’ he is forbidden to even glance upon a member of the Superior sex and must avert his eyes immediately if he comes in contact with any female. When in the car Brady must keep his eyes on the floor to avoid the possibility of seeing an attractive woman. Any lustful thoughts are forbidden and any hardening is seen as evidence of such thoughts and punished severely.  So when Aunt Elizabeth finds out Brady is assigned a new young attractive secretary at his work, the ladies take the necessary action to ensure Brady remains chaste in mind and body in a way that has to be read to be believed. They enlist the help of the infamous, man-hating Sister Emily who has foolproof methods for denying Brady any carnal pleasure at all!  To make things worse for Brady, Miss Tina and  the equally attractive Miss Jane team up to make Brady’s life an utter frustrated misery. This is up there amongst the finest episodes in this series. It is a masterpiece of disciplinary literature.

“Caned in front of the Girls – Part 2”

If you have ever had an extended wait between a punishment decreed and a punishment delivered you will have some understanding and empathy for our miscreant in this story. The mental anguish of being made to wait can be worse than the punishment itself. In this story the anguish is exacerbated by three factors. First the punishment is delayed because our victim has to recover from the harsh thrashing he received at school. He must endure regular humiliating inspections of his thrashed bottom to see if he is ready for the next punishment. Secondly he must put up with the taunting from his step sister about the punishment to come and third the wait stretches out for many weeks. This is one story that once you start you just can’t stop reading. It is superbly written and the suspense is exhilarating!

“M’am Sun Worshippers”

Mistress Mona invites Lady Denise to join her and Sonny Boy at the beach. Sonny Boy forgets his swimmers so it is decided he must go naked. This causes him great anguish as it is the first time he has met Lady Denise. His torment and embarrassment is further added to when the marks on his bum from a previous caning become the topic of conversation. The beach provides ample opportunity for the young virile Sonny Boy to surreptitiously ogle Lady Denise. Later in the day he cannot help himself and dares to start masturbating while fantasizing about the view he had of Lady Denise at the beach. Lady Denise catches him and there is one hell of a consequence! The description of the punishment is fantastic, you can almost feel it yourself!

“Discipline at Parame”

This is an adaptation from a classic tale of discipline from Victorian times. This was when discipline and corporal punishments were the accepted way of raising a boy. Fans of discipline look back on these times as the “good old days” before society went soft. In this great tale we meet a  16 year old boy who has just been orphaned and his cousin kindly allows him to stay with her. She quickly becomes his Governess and any trace of familiarity are quickly removed when he is made to call her “Miss Carew” or “Governess”. A new disciplined life awaits. A fantastic story.

The Soft Touch – Part 2

Part 2 of this classic tale sees Chrissie slide even further into the depths of submission and humiliation. Miss Lamb tells Chrissie that Chrissie’s life now consists of “Doing exactly what I want, when I want, full stop, end of story”. Miss Lamb makes Chrissie face up to his submissiveness and accept his newfound status in the household.  Miss Lamb uses Chrissie’s wool fetish and takes it to dizzying new heights. This is perhaps the best story ever written about a wool fetish. A real must read for wool enthusiasts!

“Total Submission” – Part 3

In this episode Nancy is well and truly broken. Having settled into her harsh routine Nancy is given a new challenge when Caroline decides to take Nancy to visit her friend Sandra. Recently divorced Sandra is at a stage of life where she is very much down on men and enjoys seeing Nancy feminized, well trained and obedient. After a day of hard work Sandra treats Nancy to a real meal instead of the sloppy gruel Caroline has been feeding her. The ending is abominable for poor Nancy. She is well and truly broken and Caroline’s revenge is one more step closer to completion. For those of us who fantasize about living 24/7 under strict discipline this is a story that teaches you to be careful what you wish for!

“A Warm Afternoon

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This a ‘prequel’ to the Brady series and takes us back to the time when Brady was a university student and first became a boarder at Aunt Elizabeth’s house. Having failed an exam a t University Brady asks his landlady for some help. Brady gets help all right and it is not at all what he expected. Aunt Elizabeth enlists the help of her next-door neighbor, Mrs McFarlane who is a teacher at the Uphill school. Brady is sent for some special tuition. Yet another grand tale of firm Scottish discipline!

A Blissful Marriage – Part 2

Harriet’s mother Elizabeth has come to visit and Richard is called upon to pick her up from the airport. As an ex commander in the Marines and a retired judge Elizabeth is used to having men obey her orders and takes command of Richard instinctively. She takes it upon herself to help in the training of Richard. The visit gets off to a bad start when Richard is late to pick her up and gets a speeding ticket along the way. He learns about “lies of omission” when he does not report his speeding ticket straight away. Elizabeth wastes no times in applying corrective discipline when they return home. I love this story because it is about loving discipline. Everything Elizabeth and Harriet do to Richard is for his own good, helping him to be best husband possible. 

A Religious Upbringing – Part 2

Now that Derek’s mother has put Sister Bernice in charge of his upbringing Sister Bernice pays a visit and spells out Derek’s new rules and routine. His privileged status as eldest male in the household is stripped from him via some good old-fashioned petticoat discipline. Until he learns some respect Derek must now change into his frock on returning home from school and do chores instead of running wild with his mates playing soccer and the like. Derek must learn respect for all females and is even ordered to take over the chores of his younger sisters much to their delight. Not only must he give up his Saturday soccer match he must now attend a special Religious Education class with Sister Bernice on Saturday afternoons, right about kick off time!  Sister Bernice is very strict and demanding and has no hesitation using the cane if required! All you ex Catholic schoolboys will love this!

“Approved”

This story is loosely based around real events with real people and gives a fascinating insight into officially sanctioned discipline in pre WW2 British schools. The “Approved” school was for boys too out of control for normal school and much harsher discipline was used. This all died out in the swinging sixties when a few cases of excessive discipline were exposed. We are introduced to a cast of fascinating characters who are employed at one of the last remaining ‘Approved’ schools. A great read.

“John”

Mrs Birch agrees to help a good friend who is having trouble with her wayward 21-year-old son. It is agreed that he will come to live with Mrs Birch for a period of one year and that Mrs Birch will become his legal guardian. The purpose: “to bring about proper behavior, a polished attitude, and courteousness along with a polite and respectful manner.” Before moving in John signs his name in the Punishment Journal agreeing to obey Mrs Birch’s list of Rules. It takes a while for John to adjust to his new disciplined life and each month he faces an accountability session where all infractions are punished. This is an important ritual if John is to progress under Mrs Birch’s training. In this story we are treated to a wonderful description of one such session where John is in more trouble than usual. This story is very well written and gives a wonderful insight into Mrs Birch’s style of discipline and her means of getting the best out of her charges. It is worth signing up for this story alone!

“The Passing On”

Imagine happily serving a wonderful Mistress as her full time slave for 5 years when out of the blue you are informed you are to be handed over to another Mistress. No explanation, no reason why, just an order to drive to a designated car park, strip naked, kneel and wait. The feelings this would engender in any submissive are beautifully outlined in this wonderful little story.

“Miss Sandra’s Party”

After her horror day at the Beach, could things get any worse for Sissy Karen? They sure can. After a shower she must prepare for the night ahead. She is instructed by Miss Sandra to dress in her “Alice” sissymaid uniform and then to be on hand to serve around 30 guests at Miss Sandra’s party later that evening. Sissy Karen is run off her feet as she tries to serve everyone. First however Miss Sandra notices some of Karen’s real hair showing in a photo she took on her mobile phone while at the beach earlier in the day. Lovers of humiliation will delight in the consequences for Karen. The predicaments she gets herself into are hilarious! When we find the purpose for the concentric circles of sunburn on Karen’s bum later in the night, it is hard not to feel sorry for her! This is a ripper of a story.

“The Day of Reckoning”

After a horror weekend in Miss Sandra’s care it is time for Sissy Karen to face her Mistress. Mrs Birch is not at all pleased that Her weekend away has been interrupted by a number of text messages from Miss Sandra reporting disobedience and infractions perpetrated by Sissy Karen on 9 separate occasions. On inspecting the state of Karen’s tortured bum Mrs Birch pronounces the punishment will have to wait a week. That means for the next week Karen has lost all leisure privileges, she will be doing a detention in what was her free time and is put on the spartan detention diet. At the end of all that she has her “Day of Reckoning” to endure. This is one hell of a consequence. When Mrs Birch places Sissy Karen in another’s care it is a reflection of Mrs Birch training. Sissy Karen has failed her Mistress and pays the price for it!

Along with all these wonderful stories there are three more bonus articles, which will please lovers of all thing disciplinary! As with all the Volumes in Mrs Birch’s literary Club there are many hours of entertainment in Volume Two. It is incredible value for money. There would be the equivalent amount of reading as you would get in a novel. Click the banner below to sign up.

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