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Susan’s daytime outing – Part 2

admin — Sat, 15 Jan 2011 08:41:59 +0000

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by susan

I was expecting Jane to have a coffee whilst I finished preparing myself, but she wanted to go straight away, so I quickly slipped my cashmere overcoat over my arm grabbed my handbag threw my make-up bag purse and jewelry into it and took a final look at myself in the mirror. Jane more or less pushed me out of the door before I could think. I was half way along the drive before I realised I was open to scrutiny for any neighbours around. Not daring to even look around I made for Jane’s car, and was totally aware of the double clip clopping of our heels as we made our way to the street. As Jane operated the remote I frantically opened the passenger door and almost dived into the car. Everything had happened so quickly I was like a bag of nerves. My heart was beating so heavily, and the blood was pounding in my ears. I thought everyone in the street must be watching. Jane sedately got into the drivers seat, and seemed annoyed. “Are you trying to attract attention to yourself?” she said. “You virtually sprinted along the driveway, and dived into the car like you were stealing it! What’s more you have left the house door unlocked and now have to go back to lock up. Now stop and think before you do anything! If you carry on like that everyone will look at you. Open the car door, turn your bottom in the seat, keeping your knees together and then both feet on the ground. Even if there was anyone watching, as long as you do everything in a feminine manner you will be OK and don’t forget brisk but short steps keeping the thighs close and heel to toe swinging your legs across your knees. Now go and lock up properly so we can get on our way”

I was mortified to have to repeat the trip, but Jane was adamant that I and not her would have to do it. Looking carefully around the street and certain all was clear, I took a deep breath, and carefully alighted the car exactly as Jane told me. It did feel better, but my knees were shaking as I hauled myself up on my 3″ Heels and clip clopped back up the driveway. Carefully ensuring the house was locked , I took another deep breath and then clip clopped back to the car. High heels seem to make so much noise when you really don’t want them to. A car passed by as I reached the car and just stopped a few hundred yards down the street. It added to my nerves as i carefully lowered myself into the passenger seat bottom first and knees together then brought my feet into the car.

“That was much better” Jane said.

“Now seat belt on and lets go.”

I was so relieved to be on the road. It has always been one of my biggest fears to be caught by a neighbour and I explained that to Jane as we went. But she assured me that other than very close inspection I would only be seen as female as long as I behaved in a feminine manner to compliment my looks. That made me feel much better, and my nervousness subsided as we travelled. Jane told me she wanted to take me to the Denby Pottery Mill shop to replace a plate that i had damaged a few weeks before. It was a long way from home so I felt relatively safe. However when we arrived at Denby we couldn’t find the factory so Jane pulled up outside the village post office and told me to go inside and ask for directions. All my fears rose again as I waited for the moment that I thought the shop was empty, and I femininely got out of the car like before, took my overcoat and slipped it on, gingerly slipped my handbag into the crook of my arm and nervously walked towards the shop knowing full well that Jane was testing me to see how confident I was. The doorbell rang loudly as I opened it or at least it seemed loud, I was so nervous at this point but was fully committed so I walked inside.

I thought my nerves would shatter when a gentleman behind the counter said “hello, can I help you?” This was a point i was dreading. Having to speak but i knew I had to do it. Speaking with my softest voice i asked for directions. he never flickered a moments surprise, just asking which direction I was pointing. Then to my surprise he came from round the counter and led me to the door which he opened for me, and then pointed me in the right direction. I quietly thanked him and could hardly believe my ears when he replied.

”My pleasure Madame.”

Jane was watching from the car and we burst out laughing together as I again got into my seat, and was aware that i was grinning proudly from ear to ear. I had done it! I was so pleased with myself. Until you experience something like this you just can’t believe the fears and anxieties you have to go through. Now I was ready for my first shopping trip…susan was fast arriving.

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How to lock a sissy maid in a chastity belt

admin — Sun, 19 Dec 2010 06:27:59 +0000

This interesting article was submitted by maid katrin

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Mother in Law made me a sissy maid – Part 1

admin — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 05:40:59 +0000

By Sissy Georgie

My wife Brenda always ‘wore the pants’ so to speak. I didn’t mind doing more than my share of the household chores and liked the fact that she took the lead in the bedroom. I was infatuated with her and would defer to her in all things. Yes I had submissive streak and Brenda used it to ensure that her pleasure was the number one priority in the bedroom. She made the major decisions in our lives and I was happy with that. Her career was more important than mine and I did what I could to support her. Having said that our sex life and relationship was otherwise a pretty vanilla one. We loved each other and enjoyed each others company.

Brenda was very close to her mother who still lived in Melbourne. Since we had moved away however her Mothers influence had diminished. We had moved to Sydney for Brenda’s job almost straight after the wedding. Brenda’s mother was a very controlling woman and certainly laid out a lot of Rules during our courtship. She was very old fashioned and would not let us go out without a chaperone. Usually the chaperone was Brenda’s mother herself or if not her sister, Aunty Gretchen. I always had to have Brenda home by 11 pm at the latest, often earlier. Every time I wanted to take Brenda out I would have to ask her mother who would proceed to interrogate me as to where we were going, who else would be there and if it was a movie or some other entertainment she would have to approve it if it was suitable. It was not unusu

al for me to be refused permission. Often the reason would be that Brenda needed to study or was behind with her chores or simply that it was a ‘family’ night and Brenda was unavailable. Brenda’s father seemed to be under the thumb, he never said much and was always doing jobs around the house. It wasn’t unusual to see him with an apron on doing the dishes or cleaning the bathroom. Brenda’s mother would often interrogate me about my studies, scolding me to study harder, wanting to see top marks and be more ambitious. She didn’t want a good for nothing with no prospects going out with her daughter. She even made me vow to give up alcohol if I wanted to see her daughter and I was expected to be seen at Church every Sunday. I had thought of myself as an atheist up to that point but my infatuation with Brenda saw me convert and become baptised in their Church. I would get a brief few minutes after the service to talk to Brenda. It was worth putting up with all that conversion entailed just for those few minutes each week. Brenda’s mother was quick to pass judgement on me and would tell me things like when I needed a haircut and if my shirt was not perfectly ironed. I was quite scared of her and desperate to be in her good books! I was so in love with Brenda though that I was willing to do anything just to spend more time with her.

We dated for 4 years and the most intimacy we had was a quick stolen kiss when our chaperone wasn’t looking. We both graduated with good marks and had begun our careers when Brenda’s mother finally allowed me to marry Brenda. I had to ask her for her daughters hand in marriage, not her father!

While we were engaged Brenda’s company gave her a promotion but it meant going to Sydney. It meant I would have to find another job but I was so eager to be away from the influence of Brenda’s mother I had no hesitation encouraging Brenda to accept the job. In front of Mrs Falwell I made out it was a sacrifice I was willing to make in order to support Brenda in her career and her mother approved.

After our wedding and honeymoon we moved to Sydney. The next four years were the best years of my life. A new city, a new job, good income and a beautiful wife who I adored. We were free of Mothers influence, I could drink alcohol again and we stopped going to Church, enjoying our Sunday morning sleep ins and regular love making. Brenda asserted herself as head of the household but she was kind and fairly relaxed. Sex was on her terms but it was fantastic and I was happy to comply as my submissive nature was fulfilled.

Things changed however on the death of Brenda’s Father. We flew down to Melbourne for the funeral and stayed a week. On the night before we were due to return Brenda, Mother (as she insisted I call her) and I were sitting in her lounge room and Mother was distraught with grief. She kept saying she couldn’t bear to live in the house anymore, everything was a reminder of her husband. There was no family left in Melbourne and she

was all alone.

While I felt some sympathy for her, my heart dropped to the floor when Brenda said,

“Why don’t you come to Sydney and live with us Mummy, we have a spare room we could clean out for you, I am sure you would be of great help to both of us, we’d love to have you, wouldn’t we George?”

Brenda looked at me with one of those looks that said “Don’t you dare disagree with me”.

I was crestfallen, I could endure the occasional visit from Mother but living with us permanently was too much to even contemplate! Beside I had turned the spare room into my study, my little male den where I could play with my computers and electric piano. I hesitated and Brenda said in a tone that was none too pleased

“I said wouldn’t we George?”

I quickly succumbed and said

“Of course Mother, we would love you to stay with us.”

Straight away Mother embraced Brenda and was gushing with thanks.

Brenda ended up taking extra leave to help her mother prepare her house for sale and pack her things and I was sent back to Sydney with orders to clear out my study and buy a bed and wardrobe. On leaving I was given a shopping list by Mother.

“Make sure you have bought all these things for my arrival George.”

I was taken aback there was no please from her, it sounded very much like an order. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and said an obliging

“Yes Mother.”

It was a taste of what awaited me.

I returned to Sydney and was on my own for a month before Mother arrived with Brenda.

At first I thought I would continue my lifestyle, the odd night out with friends, TV sport occasionally, I honestly thought Mother would help around the house as she wasn’t working like us two but I soon found out how wrong I was.

It was only the fourth night after she moved in, I had gone for a drink with my mate after work. I did it every now and then and Brenda was always happy to eat something simple that she made herself, I assumed Mother and her could do the same. At 6:45 pm I recieved a text message from Brenda: Mother has called a household meeting for 7 pm, hurry home !

It was a 10 minute walk home from the pub so I could have made it but I thought to myself ‘she has to give more notice than that ‘so I stayed and finished my beer before heading home and was 5 minutes late. I walked into the dining room and sitting in the carving chair, which I usually sat in was Mother, with Brenda on her right. Mother spoke,

“We will deal with your lateness afterwards George now sit down while I tell you what Brenda has agreed to.”

I looked at Brenda and she looked at me with a wry smile, her arms crossed and a look of smugness across her face. Mother nodded her head to the seat on her left and I sat down.

“You love my daughter don’t you George?”

“Of course Mother.”

“You want Her to succeed in her career don’t you?”

“Of course Mother.”

“You want to be a good supportive husband to my daughter don’t you?”

“Of course Mother.”

“SInce moving in here it has become clear to me that your relationship is dysfunctional. Brenda is so busy with her career that she hasn’t realized what has been happening right under her very nose. I knew from day one George that you are a beta male. Beta males are at their best in supportive, submissive and following roles. They are the drones or worker bees and it is best if they are kept busy in the service of their partner. My late husband was a beta male and a very well trained one at that wasn’t he Brenda?

“Yes mother, he was very hardworking and supportive to you.”

“Thats right Brenda and he was happy because he knew his place and strived to be the best most supportive husband he could be. It was just the way it needed to be because I am an Alpha female. Alpha’s are leaders, dominants and decision makers. It is best when they are in charge and the beta obeys, simple as that. Brenda is also an Alpha female George and you are a beta male. In the four days I have been here it has become clear that you are acting like a wanna be alpha, and failing to give my daughter the support that a loving beta husband should. This is why your marriage is so dysfunctional.”

I was taken aback to say the least, I didn’t think our marriage was dysfunctional! I did my share of chores around the house and I thought we were happy. I wasn’t going to let her get away with that statement!

“Our marriage is fine Mother, its not dysfunctional at all.”

“I am afraid I beg to differ George and now that I pointed out to Brenda how poor your support has been to her, she agrees with me.”

I couldn’t believe it! I said to Brenda,

“Thats not true is it Brenda?”

I looked at Brenda and she had a cold steely face and was looking mighty serious.

“It is true George. Mother has made me realise how selfish and lazy you are, how I am the main breadwinner and how I have to work the hardest and yet I still do many of the household chores. Mother reminded me of my father and how he was a model of how a supportive husband should be and you are from that George.!”

I was shellshocked! I didn’t realise she was so unhappy. In fact she had never said anyhting like this until Mother arrived. Mother then spoke,

“ Now I have spoken to Brenda and she agrees that this marriage needs a shake up. Since arriving here George , it has become blatantly obvious that you take your duties as a husband far too lightly. You are lazy and selfish! Brenda is the main bread winner in the household and you should be doing much more to support her. You are not living the beta role George. You were not even home to prepare us dinner tonight, you have been out drinking of all things!”

“Its only every now and ….

“Quiet when I am talking to you!”

Mother cut me off and silenced me.

“I have spoken to Brenda and she has agreed to let me train you in becoming a proper beta husband. Haven’t you Brenda?”

I looked at Brenda and saw her nod her head, She was smiling from ear to ear and had her hands on her hips. She was looking quite pleased with herself. I noticed she was wearing stilettos and nylons and at that moment I felt myself become aroused. I knew I would do whatever she asked.

“Thats right, Mother is going to train you!”

“I have the spare time now that I am retired and it is good for me to have something useful to occupy myself with. You remember how well trained Brenda’s father was, I have told Brenda I can provide the same training to you. Surely you agree your wife deserves the best. ”

“What do you say to Mother for this kind offer George?” asked Brenda

“umm,uhh.”

“George!”

She looked at me with a fierceness I had not seen and I knew at that moment what I must say,

“Th,,Th,,Thank you Mother.”

. Then Brenda said,

“I am so glad you agreed George. Now I am off to Auckland on Sunday so you will have three weeks solely under Mothers Rule. I hope to see a big improvement by the time I get back.”

I had forgotten all about Brenda’s business trip, she had told me but I did not realise it was only 2 days away. The full reality of my situation was starting to sink in. Three whole weeks under Mothers sole Rule followed by her ongoing Rule when Brenda returned. I was broken out of my reverie by Mother saying.

“Firstly we have your lateness to this meeting to deal with George. Go fetch the hairbrush off the dressing table in my bedroom.”

I ran to fetch the hairbrush.

“Come now over my lap.”

At first I did not think she was serious. Then she waved her arm, motioning me over.

“Come come. don’t be shy, you’ll be getting used to this George.”

Mother tapped the hairbrush on her thigh as I walked towards her and bent over. She pulled my trousers and underpants to my knees and exposed my bottom. AS I lay across her ample lap she started to tap my bottom with the back of the hard wooden hair bush. It was an antique hairbrush made to last, they began to sting but this was just her warm up. SHe then laid them on hard, in rhythm with her words. One word one stroke

“Now repeat after me SMACK! . Beta – SMACK! – husbands- SMACK! are -SMACK! -always – SMACK! punctual SMACK!”

Then I would repeat with a smack after each word. I must have had to repeat the sentence 50 times! Each stroke really stung and when they started to overlay it hurt even more. My thighs recieved there fair share it was horrendously painful. On top of the physical pain was the emotional pain. Mother made me feel like a naughty little boy having me over her lap in this fashion, my manliness seemed to dissolve, my abject humiliation complete. All the time I could just see Brenda’s heels. This added to my psychological tortue. I had a fetish for high heels but Brenda rarely wore them. Why did she choose this moment to tease me? She was intent on witnessing and adding to my humiliation.

At last the order came,

“OK , get up, trousers up and on with this!”

I stood up and Mother produced a frilly apron for me to wear. It was white with especially frilly lace sewn around the edges and a pattern of pink flowers.

“Now off to the kitchen and prepare us our dinner. Bring Brenda and I a glass of lime cordial with sparkling mineral water then go and prepare a salmon and pasta salad. Serve two plates in the dining room in half an hour. You are not eating with us. You will be off to bed without your supper tonight. From now on it is straight home after work for you. You may also consider you yourself tee-total from now on. There will be no alcohol passing your lips again!”

“Yes Mother.” I replied meekly

I went to the kitchen and busied myself with the preparations. I was devastated I had lost my drinking privileges, how would I explain this to my mates?After I served the dinner I was reprimanded for putting too much dressing on the salad and was given another 24 strokes of the hairbrush and then ordered to the dishes and sent to bed hungry. This was a taste of what was to come.

The next evening was Brenda’s last night at home before she left and Brenda and Mother went out for a farewell dinner. I was left behind with a heap of ironing which included all of Brenda’s clothes she was taking away, They had to be ironed and folded and then laid out on the bed to be inspected. I felt a bit resentful as they were bound to be crushed by the time Brenda arrived at her destination and I have to admit to doing a bit of a slap dash job. Ironing was a chore Brenda always did and I was not very good at it. Mother’s container had arrived from Melbourne and there was an absoulute mountain of her clothes that had to be pressed as well. I had only made a small dent in my job when the ladies returned.

They came in quitely and caught me in the kitchen getting a drink. I was startled to see Mother and Brenda when I turned at the sound of Mothers voice,

“If you are in her snacking I take it the ironing must all be done, come show me.”

“No Mother…Its not finished…I was t.t.taking a break.”

I stuttered nervously as I followed her into the laundry. On seeing the pile of clothes that still needed ironing Mother said,

“What on earth have you been doing George while we were out! You have hardly done anything!”

She then walked over to the rack where the dresses and blouses I had ironed were hanging. One by on she went over them, picking a fault or a crease and throwing them in the basket with the un-ironed clothes.

“This one will have be ironed again, and this one and this one.”

She went on and on and in the end was satisfied with just one blouse.

“This is disgraceful George and not up to standard! You will be punished for this! You have obviously not been concentrating on your duty! That is a sign of disrespect to both Brenda and I! I expected a lot more done than this and done perfectly! You are going to learn that a good beta husband is a diligent beta husband now go and fetch the hairbrush!”

I ran to the bedroom and returned with the hairbrush. Mother was sitting on one of the dining room chairs.

“Knickers to knees and over my lap!

Once more I flushed crimson as I was put into position over Mother’s lap.

“Repeat after me.”

“Beta – smack! – husbands – smack! – do – smack! – their – smack! – chores – smack – diligently – smack – accurately – smack! – and – smack! – quickly – smack”

Once again I had to say the damn sentence about 50 times. It seemed to hurt worse than the hiding from the day before, I could feel any traces of resistance being beaten out of me and felt my pride further shattered when I could no longer hold back the tears and started crying.

“Are they tears I see George?”

“Y y y yes Mother”

I was sobbing but she just mocked me,

“Awww, Georgie crying girls tears…I didnt realise you were a sissy Georgie…I think I better put you in a pinny if you are going to cry like a girl.”

The shame and humiliation I felt at that moment burned through me. It was the first time she called me Georgie instead of George and the feeling in the back of my throat was 100% shame.I must have been redder than a beetroot and looked awfully dishevelled. Mother rifled throught the ironing basket and pulled out a floral pinafore covered in a pattern of pink roses.

“This is more suitable dress for a girl like you Georgie, put it on now.”

Any resistance I may have had was shattered as I meekly donned the pinafore.

“Until you learn to take your punishments like a man Georgie you are forbidden to wear male clothes in this house. Tomorrow I will issue you your new uniform. You are now a sissy husband until further notice. Only when I deem your behaviour has improved will you be allowed to wear male clothes in the house again. Now go an make Brenda and I a hot chocolate and then off to bed. You will set your alarm for 5 am and I hope to see most of this ironing done by the time we go to church. By the way Brenda what time is Church?”

“I don’t know Mother.”

Brenda answered a little sheepishly

“What do you mean you do not know, haven’t you been going to Church since you moved here?”

“No Mother, George convinced me that if my colleagues found out it would be detrimental to my career and really that no one believed in that anymore. he said Church was a load of nonsense and that we shouldn’t waste our Sunday mornings at a boring service.”

I couldn’t believe it! Brenda had been happy not to go to Church anymore, I had never said any of those things to her and here she was trying to put the blame onto me

“Well George I am disgusted! How could you lead my daughter astray like that! You will go out right now and find out what time the service is tomorrow and the three of us will be attending. We will be going early and introducing ourselves to the pastor tomorrow! I will also be giving you some Scripture lessons in you free time. so you can forget about TV and sports for a while.”

Sullenly I went out and walked the two kilometres to the Church to read the sign out the front and see what time the service began. I was surprised to see the pastor was a female, Reverend Johanna Vorster and there was an 8 am service and a 6 pm Service.

When I returned home Mother said I had to rise at 5:00 am, do an hours ironing and then shower and have breakfast served at 7 am. We would be leaving at 7:30 am to give us time to introduce ourselves to Pastor Vorster. After the service there would be just enough time to drop Brenda at the airport and that I could look forward to attending the evening service after my first Scripture lesson with Mother. I was then ordered to make the ladies a hot chocolate before being sent to bed. I went to bed that night with a heavy and despondent heart feeling as if my freedom was quickly vanishing. I was exhausted and fell asleep straight away and did not notice Brenda come to bed. Little did I realise this would be the last night we shared the same bed.

To be continued…..

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Sissy Karen presents to Mrs Birch for inspection

admin — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 05:11:59 +0000

There are few thing more nerve wracking than presenting to Mrs Birch for an inspection. It starts with the preparation. Have I washed and ironed my uniform perfectly? Are my shoes polished and free of any scuff marks? Are my stockings free of ladders and snags? Has my wig been washed and is it smelling fresh?

Once I have checked and re checked all these things then there is the donning of the clothes. Everything has to be just right or there will be a ‘consequence’. Mistress says that presenting myself in a less than perfect manner is a sign of disrespect, laziness and slothfulness. All things a good sissy maid should strive to avoid.

The first thing I put on is my suspender belt and stockings.I check my stocking seams are perfectly straight and the stocking tops on both legs level. Then my panties go on and I check the tag is not showing. My dress must be straight and my apron perfect. The bow of my apron must also be tied in a perfect bow. Getting that right has become a major project for me. I have earnt many a stripe on my bottom for presenting a less than perfect bow. My wig must be brushed to perfection and my fingernails clean and cut.

I check and triple check everything and then present to Mistress. By now my heart is racing, the sweat is forming under my wig and on my palms, there is a swarm of butterflies in my stomach and I feel a little unsteady in my legs. Will I pass muster or suffer a dreaded consequence?

Sissy Karen

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The formation of my cuckold sissy maid husband

admin — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 09:10:59 +0000

By Ms Elise Wooton

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After my first date with Marcus our relationship slowly blossomed much to chagrin of my sissy maid husband Glenda. I had trained her not to express her disappointment but I could tell it made her fume inside whenever I would invite Marcus over. I was in no hurry to go all the way in my relationship with Marcus, I was enjoying his attention and his company and wanted things to progress slowly and romantically. I am a bit old fashioned like that. I had learned the advantages of making the male of the species wait and was enjoying the affection and attention that Marcus was showering me with. I was ready to take the next step in turning my sissymaid into a cuckold

I was inviting Marcus over a few times a week and Glenda would have to cook and serve us dinner. I would demand th

at Glenda set the table for two and add romantic touches like candles and flowers. As soon as dinner was served I would dismiss her to the kitchen to clean up and then eat her dinner alone. If we needed any more service from Glenda I would ring my dinner bell and she would scurry to see what we needed.

One night before Marcus came over I summoned Glenda to my office and outlined my expectations around his behavior towards Marcus. The look on her face was a joy to behold!

“I have summoned you here to discuss your behavior around Marcus. He is now officially my boyfriend and as such is an important person in my life therefore making him a very important person in your life. So tonight we are going to play a little game called “All about Marcus”. You are going to have to find out as much as you can about Marcus and commit it to memory. You are not to take any notes. Later in the evening we will test you and there will be consequences for any mistakes. After you have served us dinner you will stand in the corner with hands on head and listen carefully to our conversation.”

The next thing I was to suggest was pure joy for me, to see the look on poor Glenda’s face and how hard she tried not to show her disappointment was absolute gold! Let me give you a bit of background. A couple of years before Glenda was transformed into my sissy maid he had pleaded and begged me to use some of our savings to buy a Harley Davidson motorbike. It was classic male mid life crisis and I resisted and resisted but finally gave in when he found a second hand one that was going cheap and that he said he could restore. It became the bane of my life! For the next 6 months every weekend and every spare moment he was in the garage tinkering with that god forsaken motorbike. He was always trying to get out of chores and social events to work on the thing. We had quite a few arguments over it.

Since becoming my sissy maid however she has had no time to ride it or even clean it for that matter. I make sure her time is filled with far more productive pursuits now! Looking after Moi! So I said,

“Now Glenda since Marcus is giving me so much pleasure, I know that you must be very grateful to him for providing me some of the joys in life that you can no longer provide. I was thinking that now that you never use your motorbike anymore that you might like to give it to Marcus as a display of your appreciation for all he does to make me happy!”

I pursed my lips and battered my eyelids. The look on Glenda’s face was one of distraught. For all my complaints about the time he spent on it I had to admit he did a fine job to restore it to its former glory. It had been his pride and joy, his little baby before he was transformed into my sissy maid.

“B.b..b…but..”

“That is not resentment I am hearing is it Glenda?”

“No Mistress. Of course Marcus can have the motorbike.”

The fact was I did not have to ask Glenda. She had signed everything she owned over to me and I could have given the motorbike to Marcus without asking her. I was just asking her because I loved to see her squirm. Bitchy I know, but thats the deal he signed up for. I had no qualms at all. I then proceeded to make it a little bit worse for my sissy husband and tormented him with a little exercise.

“Now let me hear how you are going to break the news to Marcus, you can practice on me, pretend I am Marcus.”

“Excuse me Marcus, I was wondering if you would like my motorbike?”

“You can do better than that Glenda and for starters you are to call Marcus Sir. Tell him why you want him to have it.”

“Excuse me Sir, I was thinking about how much pleasure you have been giving my Wife and I would like to offer you my motorbike to show my gratitude.”

“That’s a bit better Glenda, but a bit more praise of your Wife would be nice and add a bit how you are too busy with chores now to ever need it again, and let him know it is I who now own it anyway and how you begged me to give it to him. Let him know how grateful you will be to him for taking it off your hands.”

I wish I had my camera handy at that moment, the frown on Glenda’s face was priceless. This was absolutely killing her. I am sure she never thought her sissy fantasies would end her up in this position!

“Excuse me Sir, I was wondering if you would do me the honor of letting me show my enormous gratitude for all you have done for my wonderful and beautiful Wife. She has been so much happier since you have been around and you can give her all the pleasure that I can no longer give. Before I became a sissy maid and handed everything over to my wonderful wife I had a Harley Davidson that I restored. I am so busy with chores now I never use it and it is going to waste. I begged Mistress if I could have the privilege of offering it to you as a sign of my appreciation and She has kindly agreed.”

“The words are good Glenda, but I want to hear it with a more feminine voice and you can sound more genuine and enthusiastic.”

I made her practice saying it three more times, she was so cute as she tried to put on her most girly voice. I was loving exerting my absolute power over her! She was my puppet on a string, I was finding it intoxicating.

“Much better Glenda. When I give you the signal you will make the offer. Now off to the kitchen and get working on the dinner. Marcus will be here soon and make sure Marcus has a cold beer in hands as soon as he walks in!”

I was upstairs when Marcus arrived and just about to come downstairs when the doorbell rang. I stayed atop the stairs, just out of sight and thought I would listen to how Glenda greets Marcus.

“Good Evening Sir, please come in.”

“Hi Glenda.’

“Mistress is looking forward to seeing you Sir, I believe she is upstairs getting changed, she shouldn’t be long. Please come through and take a seat in the lounge, can I get you a cold beer Sir?”

“Yes Glenda, that would be great.”

“The paper and the TV remote is on the coffee table, make yourself at home Sir.”

It gave me a little thrill to hear Glenda acting so subserviently, she was learning her place. I came downstairs just as Glenda was returning with the beer for Marcus. I gave Marcus a huge welcome embrace and began to passionately kiss him, making Glenda wait there in front of us, holding Marcus’s beer for him. She just had to stand there watching, waiting for us to finish before she could hand the beer to Marcus. It made me so much more excited knowing Glenda had to stand their patiently and watch me passionately kiss another man.

Finally after about 5 minutes we stopped kissing and Glenda was able to hand Marcus his beer. I dismissed Glenda to the kitchen to continue preparing the meal while Marcus and I chatted in the lounge room.

Glenda announced dinner was served and gave us our entrees. After she served us our main course I said to Marcus,

“I’ve decided we are going to play a little game with Glenda, its called ‘All about Marcus’ and it will need a little help from you darling.”

I held Marcus’s hand across the table and gave him a seductive smile.

“Of course Elise, it would be a pleasure, what must I do?” asked Marcus with a cheeky grin on his face.

“While we are having dinner, Glenda will stand in the corner, nose to the wall with hands on head. During our dinner conversation, I am going to ask you some questions about yourself Marcus. Glenda’s job is to remember all that she can about you from the answers you give. After dinner we will adjourn to the lounge and when Glenda serves us coffee, I will test her on how well she paid attention to our conversation and you will have to judge if she remembered correctly or not. So you get to be the judge, Chief Justice Marcus! ” This time I put my hand on his thigh under the table as I giggled and batted my eyelids at Marcus.

“I can certainly do that Elise.”

“You may have to hand down and deliver a punishment?”

“No problems Elise.” Marcus slapped Glenda on the bottom over her dress as she made her way to the corner. He was getting into this.

I then asked Marcus all manner of questions, from where he grew up, what schools he went to, courses he had done, his career movements and the names of the companies, his current boss’s name, how many brothers and sisters and what were their names, any aunties and uncles and which side of the family they are on. Then there were questions about all manner of his favorite things; from foods and drink to cars, sports teams, holiday spots to name a few. I also asked about any other hobbies or pastimes and of course what his birthday and star sign were.

Once the meal was finished I motioned to Glenda to take the plates away and return with dessert and then start the washing up. We were adjourning to the lounge room after dessert and she had be ready to serve us with coffee in 20 minutes time. As she turned to leave for the kitchen I couldn’t help but add,

“Don’t forget to bring the feather duster, when you serve us our coffee Glenda. We may need to do some panty dusting!”

That brought a hearty laugh from Marcus and a pale terrified look from Glenda as she tottered off into the kitchen.

Glenda served us our coffee right on time. She had everything on a tray; cups, coffee plunger, milk, sugar and had tucked the feather duster under her arm. I made her stand there holding the tray, waiting for my command while once more I had a passionate kissing session with Marcus. I was finding it very stimulating the more I did it, knowing my sissy husband just had to wait and could do naught about it. I was delighting in the power I was feeling. Marcus was getting quite eager and I knew it was time for a circuit breaker. I broke off our embrace and ordered Glenda to serve us coffee.

We then began the game. I ordered Glenda to give the feather duster to Marcus. I had shown her how to offer something to a superior, in upturned hands and was delighted to see Glenda did that properly. I then ordered her to fetch one of the wooden dining chairs and place it in the centre of the room. I began,

“Stand to attention Glenda next to the chair, facing us.”

Glenda quickly obeyed.

“Here is how the game works. I will ask the question , you will answer and Marcus will judge whether you are right or wrong. Marcus will deliver a stroke of the feather duster for every incorrect answer. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Marcus gave the feather duster an air swing and had a huge smile on his face. I sensed he was enjoying this which was good to see.

“First question. What is Marcus’s date of birth.”

“3rd March 1977.”

“Correct.”

“What was his Mothers’ maiden name.”

“Kramer.”

“His Grandmother’s?”

Glenda hesitated, she was trying to remember, I gave her a countdown.”

“3…2…1.. Times up! First incorrect answer. Would Chief Justice Marcus kindly deliver the punishment? Hands on the seat Glenda, lean over and stick your rear end outwards. Proceed.”

I was hamming it up with my tone of voice and flirting with Marcus at the same time with a sultry look. Marcus stood up, walked manfully into position and gave Glenda a beauty! It was hard and fast, whistled through the air and cracked an almighty thwack as it collided with Glenda’s bottom. It left an scorching mark and Glenda howled like a banshee.

“Next question. What is Marcus’s favorite color?

“Blue.”

“Who was Marcus’s kindergarten teacher?”

Again she hesitated, I began the count and just in time she said,

“Mrs Robinson.”

“Is that right Chief Justice Marcus?”

“Wrong! “

Marcus paused and the look on Glenda’s face told you she thought she really was right on this one.

“It was was Mrs Robertson.”

I couldn’t help laughing and Marcus joined in. Glenda was distraught but had become so resigned to her fate that she took up the position on the chair without asking. I couldn’t resist revving her up just a little more.

“I did not give the command to take up the position Glenda. Who do you think is running the game Glenda?”

“You are Mistress.”

“That is right Glenda and you do not move until I TELL YOU.”

She was cowering with submission, it was delightful.

“Give her two strokes for that Marcus.”

Marcus then delivered two copy book scorchers of the same stroke and doubled up exactly with the third stroke right atop the mark from the first. Marcus was getting good at this! We played on for about 20 minutes and Glenda never got more than two questions right in a row. Marcus ended up giving her over 30 strokes, Glenda’s bottom was really a mess. As soon as we had finished I sent Glenda off to get us a nightcap, a glass of port.

While Glenda was fetching the drinks and putting a light snack together, Marcus and I began passionately kissing again. Our hands were roaming over each other vigorously, I put my hand on his crotch, over his jeans and could feel the massive hard on. Marcus was definitely bigger than Glenda, even if when she wasn’t locked in her chastity tube and was allowed to bring herself to erection. I wanted Marcus to have some satisfaction but still I was not ready to go all the way, I was drunk with power and tried something a bit daring with Marcus. I rubbed his testicles through the fabric and broke away from our embrace.

“Oh Marcus…Oh Marcus…I wish I could give that manhood of your a… kiss…. It feels so hard….”

I sounded devastated and pretended to start to cry

“You can if you want to Elise, please I’d love it?” Marcus was speaking gently.

“The reason I can’t Marcus is I have an allergy to semen and pre cum.” I pretended to cry a lot harder.

Marcus put his arm around me.

“It’s all right Elise, I understand don’t cry.”

“But you deserve it Marcus.”

He continued to hug me and then I stopped my crying, cheering up and saying,

“I have an idea, I could get Glenda to go down on you!”

Marcus looked a bit unsure.

“You can keep kissing me while she does it.”

I gave him my most pleading puppy dog eyes and fondled his manhood a bit harder.

“I don’t know, I have never done anything like bisexual before.”

“Just look at me and kiss me, you don’t have to think about Glenda, I thought you said you like to try new things. It will be fun Marcus, you have been enjoying our play with Glenda so far haven’t you?”

“I guess you are right Elise.”

“Trust me, you’ll love it, just play along!”

When Glenda returned with the port and some strawberries dipped in chocolate, she stepped back and curtsied. I said,

“Glenda, I am disappointed that you forgot so many things about Marcus.”

“I am sorry Mistress.”

“I am sure you heart Marcus’s feelings, didn’t she Marcus?”

“Yes, I am very upset.”

Marcus was hamming it up and playing along beautifully. He pretended to sob.

“Marcus has an important role in your life doesn’t he Glenda?

“Yes Mistress.”

“And what role is that?”

“He is your boyfriend Mistress.”

“So?”

“He is important to you and that automatically makes him important to me because whoever is important to you is also important for me Mistress.

“That’s right Glenda. So you can see why I am disappointed can’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“How would you like the opportunity to make it up to Marcus.”

“I’d love to Mistress, that would be great Mistress.”

I had her by the balls all right! I was going to love watching this!

“So how can she make it up to you Marcus?”

“I think she should kneel in front of me and give her something to lick.”

Marcus undid his jeans and flopped out his manhood.

“So be it! Kneel before Marcus NOW!”

I yelled at Glenda and frightened her. She gave me another of those totally scared and defeated looks of submission that I was getting addicted to seeing. She quickly got into position and Marcus gave Glenda a couple of playful slaps with his manhood across Glenda’s face. It was an extra added humiliation Marcus had thought of all on his own! It was fantastic kissing Marcus while Glenda worked on his manhood. He was so full of passion and excitement and I was taken away. In my frenzy I pushed Glenda’s head to make her take him deeper. It took a while for Marcus to ejaculate and when he did he broke our embraced and screamed a strong mighty masculine roar of ecstasy! Immediately I yelled at Glenda.

“Swallow Glenda!” and made sure she swallowed every last drop. Marcus then pushed her away.

Once things had calmed down a little there was one last job for Glenda. I gave her the signal to present Marcus with her gift.

“Excuse me Marcus.”

“What is it Glenda?

“I was wondering if you would do me the honor of letting me show my enormous gratitude for all you have done for my wonderful and beautiful Wife. She has been so much happier since you have been around and you can give her all the pleasure that I can no longer give. Before I became a sissy maid and handed everything over to my wonderful wife I had a Harley Davidson that I restored. I am so busy with chores now I never use it and it is going to waste. I begged Mistress if I could have the privilege of offering it to you as a sign of my appreciation and She has kindly agreed.”

Marcus was over the moon, accepted Glenda’s offer and even gave her a kiss on each cheek, Italian style.

It was beautiful to watch. Glenda could not hide the humiliation she felt. To have to please her wife’s boyfriend then give him her prize possession. She was burning with humiliation at that moment. I knew I had defeated every last trace of her male pride forever!

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sissymaid dance fitness with Mrs Birch

admin — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 09:12:59 +0000

Mrs Birch insists her sissies keep fit and healthy. In this video Mrs Birch puts me through a new fitness routine called sissymaids dance fitness.

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

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My sissy husbands first steps to becoming a cuckold

admin — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 09:11:59 +0000

By Elise Wooton

Click Here for part 1 of Mrs Wooton’s story – “The making of a sissy maid husband”

After two months since she signed her life over to me, Sissy Glenda had settled into her new role quite well. Her life was work and chores then more work and more chores. It was only broken up by punishment and humiliation to keep her focussed on her tasks. Throw in a healthy dose of chastity and I had one hard working obedient sissy husband. I was getting very used to not lifting a finger around the house. Occasionally I may cook dinner if my best friend Amy was coming over, only because I enjoyed it but Glenda would serve it and do all the dishes and only eat the leftovers.

Amy’s idea of a chastity device was brilliant. The longer Glenda stayed in chastity the more obedient and docile she seemed to become. I had recently bought a dinner bell and Glenda would have to stop what she was doing and come running to wherever I was. It was such fun to interrupt her while

she was beavering away at a chore like scrubbing the bathroom just to make her pick up the TV remote off the coffee table that I could have easily reached myself. I was enjoying be a treated like a spoiled princess. She knew punishment awaited if she dare show any sign of resentment. I must admit she became quite good at accepting gracefully whatever I dished out.

Up until now the only other exposure she had as my sissy maid had been to my best friend Amy. Amy enjoyed bossing her around and I enjoyed watching her do it. Before her new life began Glenda had given me two tickets to see the musical ‘Wicked’ as a birthday present. I knew very well that Glenda wanted to see the show as well, she was a big fan of the leading actress Amanda Harrison. Finally the date for the show was drawing near. My first thought was to take Amy instead, just to put Glenda in her place and reinforce that she had not earned the right to such privileges yet, however I was disappointed to hear that Amy had to go interstate that night and was unable to attend. I then thought something wicked myself. There was a guy who had just moved into our street called Marcus. I had chatted to him a few times and found out he was new in town and single. At a guess I would say he was 35. He looked after himself, was well built and I would often see him cycling. He was quite handsome and very friendly. Whenever he rode by his powerful legs and well shaped behind always caught my eye. He had met Glenda in her male garb but was unaware of her sissy maid status. I was a little apprehensive about asking him out, I had been faithful in my marriage for over 15 years but with Amy’s encouragement I decided I would ask him to the show.

I was taking my morning walk the next day when I saw him cycling and gave him a big smile and he stopped to say hello.

“Good Morning Marcus.”

“Good Morning Elise, how are you today?”

“I’m great Marcus, I am glad I saw you this morning, I wanted to ask you, I have a spare ticket to see ‘Wicked’ on Saturday night and I was wondering if you would like to join me?”

“Would I ever! I have heard it is booked out months ahead, I have heard great reviews and I believe Amanda Harrison is sensational,how did you get tickets?”

“Glen bought me two tickets for my birthday a few months back and the date has finally rolled around.”

“Can’t Glen go with you, does he have to go away?”

“No no, musicals just aren’t his cup of tea I’m afraid, I’d rather go with someone who appreciates them.”

“Thank you so much Elise, I haven’t had a night out since I moved in, it will be a real treat. what time shall I pick you up?”

“Why not 6 p.m. and we can have an early dinner before the show?”

“Are you sure Glen won’t mind me having dinner with you?”

“Not at all Marcus! Glen likes me to be happy, you know what they say, happy wife, happy life.”

Marcus joined in with my laughter at my little joke. I found the flirting quite exhilarating.

“I insist I buy you dinner then Elise.”

“Sounds wonderful Marcus!”

With that I bid him farewell with a kiss on his cheek.

Saturday came around and I could sense Glenda was a bit distracted. I hadn’t told her anything about the show, I am sure she knew quite well that this was the day and was hoping I’d say something. After serving me my lunch on the balcony, her impatience got the better of her and she asked me,

“Mistress, aren’t the tickets to ‘Wicked’ I bought you for tonight?”

“They sure are Glenda, I am really looking forward to it.”

“What time do you think we should leave Mistress?”

The next few moments were priceless! The change in her demeanor was extraordinary!

“We…. Did you say ‘we’ Glenda?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Where on earth did you get the idea that you would be going? The tickets were a gift for me Glenda, did I ever tell you that I would be taking you?”

“No Mistress.”

The look of disappointment on her face was something to behold, Her shoulders fell down and her head bowed tot he floor. I really had to fight back the urge not to laugh out loud. I couldn’t resist rubbing it in further.

“That is quite an assumption you have made there Glenda. A good sissy maid never makes assumptions do they?”

“No Mistress.”

“You will have to be punished for that.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I was really enjoying this interaction, She was squirming with disappointment and now hearing she was going to be punished was like throwing oil on the fire.

There will be 12 strokes of the cane when I return from the show tonight for that display of arrogance.

“Yes Mistress.”

If she looked disappointed now, the next news would devastate my little sissy!

“For your information Glenda I have asked our new neighbor Marcus to go with me, apparently he is a big fan of Amanda Harrison.”

Glenda went pale, I could tell she was absolutely fuming inside but too scared to show it. The frown on her face and her hang dog eyes told the story. I kept rubbing it in.

“Marcus hasn’t been out on a date since he moved here and was so grateful he has offered to take me to dinner before the show, isn’t that nice of him?”

I could tell it pained Glenda deeply to have to say her dutiful,

“Yes Mistress.”

“After you clean up these things you can return to cleaning out the garage and at 4:30 p.m. you will run my bath.”

With that I dismissed her and went shopping for a new dress to wear to the show. I found the sexiest “Little black dress” imaginable and a new pair of stiletto’s. I returned home buzzing with excitement. I couldn’t resist a little more fun with Glenda. After she had run my bath I called her into shave my legs. It was quite divine to lay back in my warm bubble bath and have my sissy ever so carefully shave my legs. It must have been killing her to see me naked and know she could not have me, her role was to prepare me and help me look beautiful for another man! I am sure her clitty was being crushed by her chastity device as she tended to my legs.

After she dried me off with a fluffy towel that had been heated in the dryer, I told her to fetch my black G- string and black half cup bra. Glenda had bought them for me two Christmases ago and I had never worn them. It was the sort of present a husband buys more for himself than his wife and there was no way he was going to see me in them! Now he was sissified things were different. She could see but she could not have. I felt like a real bitch as I made her hold open the G string so I could slip into it. He must have felt devastated that I would wear them on my first date with Marcus but never wore them for him in over two years. I was loving this!

Finally the clock struck 6 and Marcus knocked on the door.

“That must be Marcus Glenda, open the door and ask if he would like a drink.”

“But he will see me dressed as a sissy Mistress, please don’t make me.”

“Come now Glenda, we can’t keep your true life a secret forever and besides I am hoping Marcus will be around a lot more often, he is bound find out anyway. Now remember to thank him for taking me to the show and don’t forget to call him Sir.”

Glenda went pale, she wasn’t expecting this! She gave me the most pleading look imaginable and hesitated. I gave Glenda a look that said I certainly meant business and with a measure of great reluctance she opened the door.

Marcus was surprised at the sight that greeted him and at first did not recognize Glenda. He stammered a little and then said,

“Oh..Hello is Elise there.”

“Yes Sir, please come in, can I get you a drink.”

“No thank you.”

I then came into the hall and said,

“Marcus, so good to see you! Are you sure you won’t have a champagne with me?”

“If you are having one Elise sure.”

I went up and gave Marcus a kiss on the cheek right in front of Glenda, then turned to say,

“I believe you’ve met Glenda when he was masquerading as Glen.”

I could see the penny dropping for Marcus and a big grin spread across his face.

“I didn’t recognize him Elise.”

“I think you mean you didn’t recognize her.”

With that we both had a laugh and poor Glenda went bright red with embarrassment.

“Come Glenda, hurry up with the champagne we can’t stay for long.”

As Glenda went to fetch our drinks Marcus was still looking very surprised and said,

“What is with the maids outfit?”

“It is a bit of a long story Marcus, I will tell you all about it over dinner.”

Anyway we had a pleasant chat while we had our champagne. I had never seen Glenda look so red in the cheeks before, she was burning with shame and embarrassment and could not bring herself to make eye contact with Marcus. As we left for the restaurant I couldn’t resist shaming her further by saying,

“Now I expect all the ironing to be done and put away by the time we are back and make sure you are waiting up for us Glenda, we may want a nightcap on our return and there is the little matter of a punishment we have to care of isn’t there Glenda?”

“Yes Mistress.”

With that we went off to the restaurant. I had one of the most enjoyable nights in a long long time. Marcus was great company and wasn’t fazed by hearing all about Glenda’s position in my household. In fact he said how much he admired my ability to take control, that it took all types to make up this world and that Glenda was lucky to have someone who understood what she really wanted! He added being a submissive sissy wasn’t his thing but live and let live was his motto. He even said half jokingly that he could use a sissy maid to help him with some of his chores! It certainly gave me food for thought!

Once he realized Glenda was not a threat he began flirting with me quite overtly. There was a longing look into my eyes over dinner, he praised me for my looks and my mind and rubbed his leg against mine under the table. During the show he had his hand on my thigh for quite a while and it moved closer and closer to my crotch. I was becoming very excited.

I had no hesitation in inviting him back in when we came home. I ordered Glenda to make us coffee. As she was in the kitchen, Marcus sat next to me on the lounge and put his arm around me, I gave him the look that said ‘kiss me’ and he did. A long warm passionate kiss followed, I had not felt so excited in years. Glenda came in with the coffees and interrupted us with a polite cough. Oh how this must have been killing her! She actually had tears in her eyes. I do not think in her wildest sissy fantasies did she ever think that this would be the outcome! After handing us our coffee I said,

“Now Glenda, we have the matter of your punishment to deal with.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“What has she done to deserve this Elise?” asked Marcus.

“She made an assumption that I would be taking her to the show tonight, very disrespectful.”

“Extremely Elise, you can’t let her get away with that!”

I loved how Marcus was joining me in humiliating her, it made him seem so much more attractive, I was becoming drunk with power. I then had a brainwave.

“You are a fit young man Marcus, how would like to do the honors and cane her for me?”

“I am not sure Elise, it is not something I have ever done…I am not sure it is my place to do that. Couldn’t Glenda accuse me of assault?”

“Glenda would never do that, she would see it as a favor, it would be saving her Mistress from having to exert energy due to her misbehavior. Isn’t that right Glenda?”

I gave Glenda the look that told him to say.

“Yes Marcus, Mistress is right.”

Marcus still hesitated,

“I don’t know Elise..”

I looked Marcus in the eyes with my most pleading look and placed my hand in his crotch,

“Please Marcus, I am sure you could do a good job, won’t you do it for me?”

I pursed my lips and mimed a kiss and then licked my lips seductively. I had never acted so provocatively in all my years with Glenda and she just had to stand there and watch.

“OK then Elise, just for you.”

“Go fetch the cane Glenda!”

Glenda returned with the cane.

“Offer the cane to Marcus Glenda.”

She presented the cane to Marcus in upturned hands.

After all his hesitation Marcus took to his role with a relish that surprised me. Once the cane was in his hands he took control.

“Right Glenda! Bring one of the dining room chairs into the centre of the room NOW!”

He raised his voice, and it even gave me a shock. He had Glenda scurrying to do his bidding. I was becoming more excited. Once the chair was placed Marcus continued.

“Panties down Glenda and bend over with both hands on the chair and legs straight. You have the most wonderful wife who lets you indulge your fetish for dressing up Glenda. You need to be taught to be grateful not resentful!”

“Yes Sir.”

Marcus was getting into this and I gave him the most approving stare, licking my licks seductively, urging him on.

“You need to be punished to learn a lesson, don’t you sissy Glenda.”

“Yes Sir.”

I was becoming weak at the knees over this interaction. Marcus was brilliant. He then

lined the cane up on Glenda’s right bum cheek and after two or three light taps drew back. The cane sizzled through the air then,

Crack!

Glenda let out a squeal that would have woken the dead. It was a ferocious cut and immediately a red weal developed on Glenda’s right bum cheek.

“Count them Glenda!”

“One Sir.”

The next stroke was harder and struck Glenda on the left cheek. There was another squeal before Glenda managed to say,

“Two Sir.”

“Stop that squealing or we will start again.” Marcus spoke firmly and he had me feeling very moist in the nether regions. The thrashing continued. It was far worse than any caning I had given Glenda. I was liking the thought of being able to call on Marcus to deliver a punishment. I am sure it would be a very effective motivator to ensure Glenda complied to my every command.

Once the caning was over, I sent Glenda to the corner to think about her punishment. I was so turned on, I beckoned Marcus to me and we engaged in a hot session of passionate kissing. About twenty minutes later I sent Glenda to bed and made sure she was left with the image of me in a hot embrace with Marcus.

While part of me would have liked to bed Marcus there and then, I have never been a believer in going all the way on a first date and with a some reluctance I sent Marcus home. There was plenty of time to explore this relationship further. It was an important first step for me in my new life and I didn’t want to go too fast too soon. The important thing was that Glenda probably thought I had gone all the way!

To be continued…….

Click HERE for part 3

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Sissy Training – Hula Hoop practice

admin — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 06:50:59 +0000

I had the most enjoyable afternoon of sissilicious heaven when Mistress decided it was time for hula hoop practice and dressed me up in the most delightful pink chiffon skirt. It was a skirt that sissy dreams are made of and I was swooning over the material as I rubbed my hand over the delicate softness before I put it on. Once on it was true sissy bliss!

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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The making of a Sissy Maid Husband

admin — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 03:54:59 +0000

By Ms Ellen Wooton

It was 15 years into our marriage before Glen confided into me his desire to become a sissy. At first I was horrified. How could he keep a secret from me all those years! My first thought was that maybe Glen was gay and had been living a lie all these years. I was really angry and thought it spelt the end of our marriage. I told him to get out of the house immediately. That night I visited my dearest girlfriend Amy and confided in her the whole story. Over a bottle of wine Amy managed to convince me that perhaps this was the best thing that could ever happen to our marriage. Rather than dump Glen she convinced me it would be simple to use his fantasy to enslave him totally. She said men fantasise about this sort of thing and it would be easy to get him to agree to a set of conditions that he could never get out of it. If he wanted humiliation let him have it and pay the consequences! Think of the advantages. I could enforce chastity on him and having him begging for the slightest sexual favours while at the same time I could take on a lover if I so chose. I would never have to do any housework again. I could be sure he would never cheat on me, never go out with the boys and never be a lazy slob ever again. I would become the centre of his universe and he would be eager to do my bidding in all things. He would hand control of his bank account to me and I could make all purchase decisions. I could put him on an allowance and how much he would get would be at my discretion. I could get him to sign the house and the share portfolio over to me. This really was a much better outcome. Amy’s prediction of how easy it would be was spot on. In fact I expected some resistance but was pleasantly surprised.

On returning home that night I sat down and penned the following email to Glen:

Dear Glen,

You have hurt me greatly with your admission that you want to be a sissy. I feel that you have betrayed me by hiding this aspect of your personality to me for all these years. My initial thought was to divorce you but I have thought about it and would like to make an offer to you that will keep our relationship in tact, albeit in a vastly different form. You will be here at precisely 7pm next Thursday night, dressed in your best business suit if you want to hear my offer. This will be a one time only offer and if you do not show up I will take it you are not interested and proceed with filing for divorce. Do not try to make excuses as I will not accept any.

Yours sincerely

Ellen

I knew Thursday night was his tennis night and he would have to cancel, it was the first test in seeing how much he was willing to give up to make his fantasy come true. I had over a week to prepare the necessary documents and purchased a CB-3000 chastity belt that Amy had recommended. I did not know such things existed and had to do some quick research. The more I learnt the more I was attracted to the idea.

The following Thursday Glen arrived right on time. I made him wait at the door for a couple of minutes before opening the door. I was dressed in business clothes, a well cut grey jacket, white blouse, matching skirt that covered my knees and stiletto’s. I had my hair tied back severely and looked my professional best. I addressed him in a formal tone and had a look of seriousness on my face

“Good evening Glen, I am pleased you have come to listen to my one time only offer. Wait for me in the study in the chair nearest the door.”

The study used to be Glen’s special place. The main desk chair was quite grand, an extravagance that I disapproved of at the time but let him get away with. The chair nearest the door was much more modest. It was part of the plan that I would take the main chair of the room that used to be his. Again I made him wait, this time ten minutes or more before I entered. I was surprised that he stood up as I entered the room. That was a good sign I thought. I sat in the main chair and motioned to him to sit down.

“Right Glen, I have considered your deceit in keeping this secret from me all theses years and rather than divorce you and have nothing more to do you, and believe me I was very close to doing just that, I have decided out of the goodness of my heart that I will give you the chance to indulge your sissy maid fantasy and keep you here but only under certain conditions.”

The look on his face was worth a million dollars, the smile was huge, the sense of relief was evident and he began to gush with thanks.

“Oh Ellen, I can’t believe it, I am so grateful, I thought your proposal may have been to give me a chance to stay if I rejected my sissy ways, I can’t believe you are willing to indulge me, thank you, thank you so much”

“Wait a minute Glen, I have not outlined my conditions yet.”

“Of course Ellen, I will accept anything, please continue”

“Well the first condition Glen is you will NEVER call me Ellen again unless I give you permission. From now on it is Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I looked down and could see the bulge in his trousers, I had him in the palm of my hand and wrapped around my little finger. Soon I would have him by the balls as well.

“The next condition is that you vow TOTAL obedience to me and I mean TOTAL. No questioning just pure simple obedience.”

“Of course Mistress.”

His eagerness to respond was puppy like, I was sure he didn’t realise what he was getting into.

“The next thing is to hand control of all finances over to me. I want you to go on line now and change the banking details on your company’s website so that your salary is now paid into this account”

I handed him a note with my banking details of a new account I had set up solely in my name. I could see the first sign of hesitation

“But what if my boss asks why I am not being paid into my own account”

“Just tell him it is better for tax reasons, besides it’s none of his business and I am sure he will not even look, it’s all computerised.”

With some trepidation he brought up the Human Resources page and found the form to change banking details and typed in the account details I had given him. I felt a warm feeling deep inside as I saw him hit the “Su

bmit” button.”

Next I have some documents from my solicitor which you will sign. It is transferring the house and the share portfolio into my name.

He gave me a very concerned look, his face looked shocked to say the least, he was about to open his mouth to say something but I quickly said,

“Uh Uh, no arguing, you take my offer or leave now!”

He took a deep breath and with some resignation signed the documents. I was feeling more excited now, this feeling of power was becoming quite arousing.

“Now before I issue you with your sissy uniform there is one more item to take care of. Stand to attention with hands on head!”

He was quick to obey which was most pleasing. I then undid his belt and pulled his trousers to his knees. There was a massive bulge in his underwear. I would have to do something about that I thought.

“Wait there and do not move.”

I went to the kitchen and returned with two ice packs. I pulled his underpants down and sandwiched his genitals between them. He let out a whimper and in a matter of moments shrinkage had occurred.

I then produced a CB- 6000 which had arrived in the mail just the day before.

“What is that?” he asked

I gave him a ferocious stare,

“How dare you speak to me before asking for permission, there will be punishment for that later!”

I refrained from answering his question and first locked the rings around behind his testicles. I then used a little lubricant to slide the cage into place and with a little fanfare locked the chastity cage in place

“I think I should call you Sister Glenda, you have now taken your vows of chastity, obedience and poverty.”

With that I had a good laugh. The look on his face was priceless. He looked most concerned and had pleading puppy dog eyes but he dare not say anything.

I am yet to get your sissy maid uniform but for now you can wear this tartan skirt, white blouse, apron stockings and heels. You can start by cleaning the kitchen. Dismissed!

That was the starts of Sissy Glenda’s life as a sissy maid. It was all just too easy. Life has been grand ever since. I am free from the burden of housework, I have massages, baths and breakfast in bed whenever I want. I have even started dating a handsome young stud. I have more money as the costs of keeping Glenda have greatly reduced. I know she cannot cheat on me and the longer I keep her chaste the more devoted she has come. He rushes straight home from work changes into his sissy maid clothes and starts on his chores. It is really the best thing that could have happened to me. I will share more of our life in another article.

Ms Ellen Wooton

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