08 October 2014

House Bill 3847

By: Sissie Maid Cuckold

"Listen to this dear, House Bill 3847 passed today with a unanimous vote and was signed into law by President Vickie Stanton. The bill will become effective immediately. Isn't that wonderful?" "Ah honey I am not sure what you are talking about?" "Oh you know that's the bill that allows for a penis operation if the wife applies for it to help reduce the divorce rate. It's designed to assist women in a happier sex life, you know we talked about it before and how it would be nice to have yours adjusted." "Ah, but, ah, I thought you were kidding honey, I mean mine is plenty big." "For you maybe but it does not do the job for me. Now according to this, I as the wife have power over your penis. It says right here that the law transfers ownership of the husband's penis to the wife and she is the has the sole power to determine the length and girth of the husband's penis. He cannot deny her this right and can be imprisoned for up to 15 years if he tries to resist and that while in prison the operation will still be conducted." "Ya but who's going to pay for it?" "Provision 12 provides that the federal government will pay for all operations in an effort to reduce the cost that divorces are causing, they feel the lower number of divorces will offset the cost and it will be a wash, isn't that nice?" Charles was not to keen on the idea. After all his penis provided him with all the pleasure he needed and having somebody play around with a knife on it was, well, not to appealing to him. He knew his wife got lots of ideas and forgot about most of them so he thought he would just let it slide and it would go away. The next day his wife Cindy was chatting with her best girlfriend Lori about the new bill. They were both excited about it and Lori pointed out that if a major size reduction were performed on the penis, which was defined as three quarter or more reduction in size, qualified for a twenty thousand dollar tax deduction the first year and fifteen thousand each year after. Lori said it was under section 13 line 24. Cindy read it and agreed it did say just that and then she asked, "But why would anyone want to have it made smaller, its small enough anyway?" "Well ok you need to read section 14. It states that any woman whose husband cannot penetrate her is by law free from sexual responsibilities to her husband and protected in her right to have sex with any other male she wants. The husband cannot divorce her, complain or cause any trouble or he will be punished by up to 20 years in a federal prison." "You mean we could have lovers and he could do nothing about it?" "Well yes exactly but it gets even better if you drop down to definitions of complaining. It says here that a complaint shall be deemed made by a husband if he says anything negative or derogatory about the other parties. Or if he should not openly support the extra marital relationship, or if he hampers the relationship in any way or if he appears to be adverse to it in any way. Such acts as refusing or resisting any assistance in any way asked for by the wife for her or her lover shall be deemed resistance and punishable by 20 years imprisonment." "So what does all that mean Lori?" "It means we can have all the lovers we want and our husbands have to like it, in fact if we want we can make them cook a nice dinner for us and our lovers and then sit by the bed and watch in case we need anything." "Are you serious Lori? You would make your husband do that?" "Yes I think I would. I was reading this story on the internet about this woman who took control of her husband and trained him to be her sissy maid and a cuckold and she has never been happier. She says he is perfectly trained now and that he has accepted it and he is actually happier now that the stress has been taken off of him." "Really, what kind of stuff are you reading Lori? This sounds like a fantasy world to me." "Ok, try going to Amazon.com you have heard of them right?" "Ya what about them?" "Go on there and do a search for sissy maids or for sissy cuckolds and just see how many books you bring up on the subject. This is no fantasy it's no fad thousands of women have turned their husbands into sissy maids, submissive and obedient to them. Terry has sat around drinking bear and watching sports for the last fifteen years while I served him like his maid. Did his laundry, cleaned his house, cooked his meals and listened to his crap and all during that time I held down a full time job and now make more money than he does so now it's my turn to have maid. With this new bill I have the opportunity to change things and have it my way and to enjoy some real cock for a change instead of his pathetic limp dick." "Wow there girl slow down I didn't mean to set you off." "Well you did Cindy, I am tired of this crap, were supposed to be equals, but its bull, the men get waited on like kings and what the hell do we get out of it? Old? Frustrated? Worn out? I am damn tired of it and this new bill is perfect for us wives to finally take and hold control. I'll tell you what I am going to do, I am going to have his shrunk so small just the head of it will be left. I will get a $20,000.00 return on my taxes and a perfect sissy maid cuckold to boot. By law he has to do whatever I say! That's what I am going to do, now what are you going to do?" "Lori, calm down, please. I get what you're saying I have been though just about the exact same thing but this is a little rash for me, I have to think this through. I think I will go to amazon.com and see what you're talking about and maybe order and read some of those books..." "Save your money I already have been there and have read many of them, I put some of them in my purse just in case you felt this way. I still want you to go out there and see that they are advertised on Amazon.com, but here take these and read them, but don't let Charles see them or get hold of them. We have to keep this between us so they don't get wind of it." Linda reached in her bag and pulled out a pile of books. They included: "a Charm School For Sissy Maids" by Mistress Lorelei, "My Husband Is MY Maid" & "Make Your Husband Your Maid" & "Keep Your Husband Your Maid" & My Husband Is Still My Maid" by Janice Parker, "Forced to be a Sissy Maid" & "How to be a Sissy Maid by Jo Santana, "Feminized Cuckold Husband" by Aimee Allison, "A Sissy is Not the Man of the House" by Mistress Jessica, "Feminized Cuckold" by Ann Michelle, "Cuckolding her Sissy Husband" by Domina Dixon. "And here is my pad and on it under Kindle you can read: "Drastic Measures" by Katie Cramer, "The Spades Club" by Michael and Dawn O'Rourke, "BBC Cuckold" by Patti James, "Black Owned" by Constance Pennington Smythe. "My God Linda, did you buy every book they had?" "You're joking right? They have like hundreds of books on these subjects." "Are you serious? Hows come I never heard about this stuff?" "Because your just like millions of other suburban housewife's that think that men are great and that we are supposed to bow down to them and suffer with whatever we have to deal with. Not me baby not anymore I am taking charge and now I have the law behind me." "Am I that naive Linda?" "Damn strait you are. These bastards have been playing us all these years and well, I think its time we play them don't you Cindy?" "Well I guess so I just don't know yet let me read these and we can talk tomorrow OK?" "Sure that works for me just remember what I said, not a word of this to Charles and don't let him see this stuff!" "Ok I won't, I promise, I will keep them hidden in the laundry room that's like a no enter zone for him." Cindy started to read the books as soon as Lori left and then stayed up most of the night reading them. She had been totally unaware of this lifestyle but it was quite evident to her that it was a fairly common one. She paused briefly from her reading and went to Amazon.com just to see. And yes it was just as Lori had said, hundreds of books on the subject of sissification, maid training and cuckoldry. There was truly a treasure trove of information for any wife. Tons of information available including providing insight on training, on the pleasures they as wives could reap, anecdotal stories about others experiences. It was truly wonderful, a must read for all women she thought. What a huge difference this all could make in the success of marriages. If women were to take charge and control their husbands to their benefit the world would certainly be a far better place. The next morning Lori called on Cindy again and found Cindy a little ragged from lack of sleep but still pouring over the literature she had left for her the day before. "Wow Lori, that's all I can say is WOW! This is fantastic, we have to do this, this will really, really work Lori." Lori just grinned back, she knew it would work, it was her idea but she was very glad her friend had come around to her way of thinking. It would make it all easier and a lot more fun. "Ok Lori so how do you see this going down?" "I think we do what the new law allows us to do. We decide that our husbands need a penile operation. We allow them to think it will be to make them bigger but in reality it will be to make them as small as possible. This way they won't fight us so much and when they come out of the operation it will be too late for them to do anything about it. It will be gone and they will only have a small portion of the head still attached." "You mean you think we should have them totally removed?" "No not totally, if they are totally removed then they fall under a transgender definition and that actually gives them rights. We have to leave just enough to keep them male. I read the entire bill by the way, only a portion of it was in the paper yesterday and I discovered several other interesting things." "Like what?" "Like there is a clause that pays for their rehabilitation after the surgery." Cindy looked confused and asked, "Ya so, wouldn't they need that anyway?" "Well yes Cindy but it's the detail that has the value. You see their definition of rehabilitation is pretty broad. It states that, "Rehabilitation shall include any services up to a 2 year period that deals with teaching the patient how to function including toilet functions and any other training that will help him acclimate to his new penis length. In the case of major reduction surgeries this shall include lifestyle changes deemed beneficial to the patient's wife. These lifestyle changes may include occupational changes, domestic changes, appearance and all other changes that the patient's wife deems necessary from his original status. The spirit of the law takes into consideration that any change deemed prudent by the wife to improve her role and happiness in the marriage shall be approved." "Ok so what is so important about that Lori?" "Here is why this is so important. I did some checking and there are actually quite a few schools around the country that specialize in sissification and sissy maid training. All we have to do is fill out a very simple form saying we feel that the sissification and maid training of our husbands will be beneficial to our marriages and they get whisked away for training and it's paid for by the government!" "Wow, you mean we get them the operation and then send them off and get back fully trained sissy maids and cuckolds? Are you serious? We can really do that?" "Yes Cindy we can really do that and in the meantime we can be breaking in a few good men as lovers and getting used to them. That way when our husbands return as sissy maids all of it will be set!" "So like have you picked out a school yet?" "Yes I think so it's called, "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males." They have been around for many years. The current owner's mother started the place and trained her father to be a sissy maid cuckold. So she has grown up understanding and being a part of applying the techniques. They say, "We will guarantee a perfectly sissified, subjugated male in 60 days or less." "How can they do that?" "I don't know how I just know she has provided over 200 former clients as references so that says a lot. She did tell me that since the new law was passed and announced their phone has been ringing off the hook so I went ahead and made a reservation for Charles and Terry so we need to get them operated on right away. She also said she would make it so that they are sedated at the hospital before they are moved so they will never even know where they are." "Oh Lori I am so excited about this it's sort of scary to but I love it, I just love it, there is this guy at work that has been hitting on me for months and I have really wanted to try him out and now I can, I can't wait, this is going to be sooo much fun Lori." "Yes it is Cindy, let's go over to the hospital and get the paper work done right now." The two ladies went over to the hospital and asked at reception where to go. The pretty lady behind the counter directed them to a room that was set up especially for the task. When they entered a woman greeted them and asked if she could be of assistance. They told her what they were after and she smiled back and said, "You ladies are smart we expect to get swamped in just a few days so you timed this just right and we can take care of you right away. We have brought in a special team of well trained surgeons to do the work, and just so you know, they are ALL women so you can be assured the work will be done properly. So what are we going to do to your husband's penises?" "Well we actually don't want them enlarged like most will probably want we want them reduced." The clerk looked up at them and smiled, "Don't worry dears; we think the vast majority of wives will want the same thing. Actually the way the bill was written it was designed to encourage reduction over enlargement. The fact is most men can't handle what they have now and making it bigger is not going to help. And honestly there has been some discussion whether trying to enlarge one is even possible. That part of the bill was put in there simply to satisfy the male egos. This bill, signed into law by President Vickie Stanton was designed to transfer the power to the women of this country. She is going to be a very powerful president and the rumor is that her husband will be the first male first lady in the white house. She supposedly intends to sissify him and display him publicly over the next year, now it's still just a rumor but one of the doctors here has a sister who is the presidential Physician and it comes straight from her. We have also been told by reliable sources that he had his penile reduction done last week." "Wow" said Cindy while Lori smiled and nodded her head. "Ok now are you aware of the post operation rehabilitation clause?" "Yes we have and we have chosen a facility already. It's "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males." "Oh yes, very good choice, I am familiar with them." "You are?" Asked Linda. Yes several of our female doctors and nurses occasionally volunteer out there to do breast implants, testicle tucks and penis reductions. They believe in it wholeheartedly so volunteer their time. Now with the new law they will get paid, it's so nice to have a woman president who believes so strongly in women's rights. "Oh, that reminds me, we want to have testicle tucks done as well." Cindy looked surprised and asked, "What is a testicle tuck?" The clerk smiled at her and asked, "You are going to feminize him right?" "Well yes". "Ok then you will want him to have a testicle tuck. What it is, is the testicles are pushed up inside his body cavity and the scrotum is reduced in size to make sure they stay in. He will present a much nicer and more feminine image if he has no bulges showing. His panties will fit better and just so you know why we recommend this procedure rather than castration is that with his penis reduction he will still get sexually stimulated but have no way to relive it himself. It can only be relived from anal stimulation like with a dildo or a real cock. This provides much greater control over him as well as encourages him to obey you or suffer. You will be the one that determines when he can climax and that's a very powerful tool." Cindy and Lori had huge smiles on their faces. Lori spoke up, "This is just so fantastic we are so glad we got to speak with you about this now what do we need to do." "Well as you know as the wife you have full power of attorney under the new law to make any penis adjustments. We will fill out these documents and then you sign them. If I understand you correctly you would like to have a sissification adjustment done to each of your husbands, this includes removing the entire penis shaft and leaving only a portion of the penis head and even that will be reduced. It is moved and angled back between his legs assuring he will have to sit to pee properly and it includes a testicle tuck in which the testicles are placed up in the body cavity and the scrotum is greatly reduced to maintain them in that position. Does this sound about right?" The ladies agreed that it did and signed the necessary documents to have the procedure implemented. "Ok how about Monday morning at 7:00 AM in the west wing, no food or liquids after 10:00 PM the night before. You will see the receptionist in the West Wing and she will direct you to the operating room. The operation will take no more than an hour and he will have to stay in for three days unless there are complications. After that we will provide them with a strong sedative and then transport them directly to "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males." Where their staff will continue to monitor them as well as rehabilitate them into very pretty, very obedient, sissy maids and cuckolds. You won't be disappointed." "This is just wonderful we certainly appreciate your time and advice and we're looking forward to new husbands," Said Lori. "Good luck to both of you and do read up on the subjects of feminization, sissification, maid training and cuckolding so you are a breast of the latest ideas and techniques." "Were actually doing that right now," replied Cindy. The ladies chit chatted all the way home bubbling over with excitement and anticipation. Monday was still three days off and neither was sure if they could keep still until it occurred. They both told their husbands what was up and reminded them the penalties if they did not show. Informing them that it was out of their hands now. Both husbands had decided mentally that a bigger dick would be ok if for nothing else than just for bragging rights. The wives led them to believe their five and half inch looser dicks would be eight and half inches and thick as mans arm. Monday morning found both husbands going into surgery rooms next to each other at the same time. Soon they were fast asleep and the procedures began. It was only an hour and both were in the recovery room, groggy and feeling poorly. After a few more hours they came around and their wives visited them and assured them that everything went as planned. By the third day when it ws getting close to time for them to be sedated to leave, the floor doctor made her rounds before releasing them. She pulled back the bandages. To inspect, both men reacted the same way and wanted to see their new manhood's. The doctor instructed the nurse to give them an oral sedative and then held up a mirror for them to see. "But I can't see it, I can see anything", each of them responded when given their turn to look. "Well that's probably because there is nothing there to see, your penis reduction was made at 95% so all that is left is the tip of the head and since you also had a testicle tuck why would there be anything to see?" "What, what the hell do you mean by penis reduction and at 95% what the hell did you do to me?" Lori stepped closer to the bed. "What did you think I was going to do give you a huge cock so you could flaunt it around? You couldn't satisfy me with what you had so I figured it was no good and had it removed or well reduced. You're going to be transferred to a special school for dickless wonders like you Terry and you better do what they say and come out a changed man or further actions will be taken. Remember I have the full weight of the law on my side." "You bitch, you tricked me you fucking bitch!" About that time the sedative started to take effect and put Terry under real fast. The doctor just smiled at Linda and said, "Well that's a typically normal male reaction, it's worthless to you and them and yet they still brag about it, men!" The doctor then finished the release papers' and terry and George were sent off to "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males,"for reeducation. "Wow Linda, what do we do now?" "Well I don't know about you but I am going to go to Victoria's Secret and get a few new things and then to a dress shop and buy some new sexier dresses and go man hunting." "Really, you think we should?" "Why not you afraid your husband's going to walk in catch you?" They both had a great laugh over that and could feel the power coursing through their vanes. "Oh was Charles mad, he was calling me names and throwing a fit as he drifted off to never, never, land. I am sure the doctor knew what was going to happen because she gave him the sedative before she showed him what happened to his dick. It was priceless I tell you, the horror on his face when he discovered he had lost his manhood, well at least what little manhood he ever had, I loved it, I simply loved it!" They both laughed their butts off. Lori confirmed that Terry did the same thing and they agreed all men were the same, at least the ones that got married and they needed to get some real man meat after years of doing without. "I was just thinking Cindy, what do you think they will really look like when we get them back, can't you see them limp wristed and lisping and mincing along as they walk in high heels?" "I can now after reading those books you lent me, how about them serving us and our lovers drinks in a sissy little French Maids uniform and curtseying to us and our lovers or, or addressing our lovers as Sir and Mr. can't you just imagine them doing that?" "Well you read the same books I did and as you can see plenty of other wives are already doing it and they didn't have "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males." To train them, nor have the surgery help we do. I almost feel guilty about it, I said almost now not that I do or did or ever will, I can't wait to have a sissy servant as a housemaid and big strong hunk as a lover." The girls got to the mall and did their shopping, Cindy said she was going to wear something sexy to work tomorrow to see if Ron Upton her coworker would hit on her again and if he did she was going to invite him for the night. She told Lori how Ron had been a baseball player and as very fit. She said she could see his mussels just ripple on him sometimes and it was all she could do to tell him no when he asked her out. She said he knew she was married and didn't seem to care; kept asking her if her husband was taking care of her needs. Lori asked her what he looked like and Cindy swooned. She said, "oh Ron is a gorgeous; he is about 6' 2" right at 200 pounds. He has Black hair and is very fit. And...well...he is Black!" "Are you serious? You have a hunk of a Black guy hitting on you, you lucky girl you. I had some college roommates that tried Black and they used to get so giddy over talking about their Black boy friend's that it drove me crazy, but they said the stories were true that the Black guys were way better lovers than their white boyfriends were. There so aggressive, they know what they want and go after it they used to say. Talk about hot just imagine Charles serving you and Ron in his sissy maids uniform totally unable to fuck you now that he is totally dickless and having to watch and listen to you moaning under a hot Black guy, oh wow Cindy this is great. I have to find me a Black lover too, I always wanted to try Black but with my upbringing and all I was always afraid of being ostracized if I did." "I may make him beg Ron to fuck me and tell him why." "What are you talking about Cindy?" "Oh I was just day dreaming Lori, I was imagining Charles standing their totally embarrassed and humiliated all sissied up in his French Maids uniform and holding a tray with snacks on it and me telling him to beg Mr. Upton to fuck his wife and why he wants him to fuck me. Can you imagine him doing that? I mean according to the law he has to do it or go to jail for 20 years right?" "That's exactly right sister and make sure he knows it, you might want to tell him that if he does go to jail he will go dressed like a girl as well because you still have authority over him even in prison and can determine what he wears." "Oh this is sooo fun Linda." *********************************************************************** ************* The husbands arrived at "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males," and were taken inside to the receiving room and were fitted with several devices. The first was a heavy locking collar with a shocking device inside of it. There was no way for the wearer to remove it unless it was unlocked, any attempt would instantly activate the heaviest shocking charge at 3 pulses per second, enough to knock a person to the floor. The second was a penis gag with a feeding tube attached. This device was fitted to and locked to the trainees head and filled his mouth causing it to stay open. There was a hole in the end and a tube could be attached to feed the wearer though the penis so there was no need to remove it for any reason. Thirdly were ankle stretchers. These were similar to high heels but forced the toes down causing the tendons to stretch. Moist heat was applied to the tendons as there were stretched out to accommodate a 7" heel. No one expected these candidates to walk in 7" heels but by stretching them is this manner anything less than a 4" heel would be uncomfortable to even walk in. Work would be done on these twice daily with moist heat being applied and the stretcher adjusted to keep stretching the tendon. Relaxing shots were put into the tendons to allow them to stretch beyond anything normal. This stretching was so severe that they would and could never return to normal. Males who had their feet so trained could never walk in anything less than a 4" heel without being in severe pain. In one sense their feet were being destroyed but all to serve a purpose though feminization. They were then fitted with a corset. It was tough to get on them and to lace properly with them being unconscious but it had to be done. Most males were to strong to attempt to perform this task while they had all their facilities so as tough as it was when they were unconscious it was still far easier. Now that these things had been accomplished their ankles and wrists were secured to the bed so they could not hurt anyone. Finally a helmet was put over their head with ear phones and display that could be used to conduct photos, videos and sounds to them. Total sensory deprivation to their ears and eyes was otherwise cut off. The School would provide them with the "Proper" sensor stimuli. Slowly the two begin to come around, Terry fist but Charles was right behind him. They were both in a panic which could be told by their twitching and jerking. They tried to speak but their mouths were stretched open and filled with the Black penis gags that had been fitted to each of them. Their minds were racing as their last conscious thoughts had been based upon calling their wife's terrible names and fretting over their lack of penis and balls. Ms Jenifer the daughter of Miss Marsha the school founder took the microphone, "Well hello sleepy heads, this is Mistress Jenifer and I will be your hostess for the next 60 days, that is unless you decide to fail your courses, which really would be a very bad idea. But if you do you will be a guest at "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males" for an additional 90 days and well, we have only had one guest dumb enough to do that. As you can tell by the name of our school you are here to get your behavior modified in a manner suitable to serving your lovely wife's as feminine sissy maids. You will also be schooled in cuckoldry so you will be able to serve your wife and her lovers in a proper and dignified manner. In case you are wondering what is happening to you right now I will explain. We have installed ankle stretchers on your feet so that after some time you will have to wear high heels of at least 4" or higher or suffer severe pain. We have encased you in a lovely corset to help narrow your waist. You mouth feels full because it is filled with a large Black cock, well really it's just a Black penis gag and you will be fed through it and only through it. We have a special diet for you which will cause you to lose about 60 pounds each, reduce what little muscle tone you have and provide you with a much prettier figure. We really do want you to get your girlish figure back! Your neck is encased in a shock collar. Any attempt to remove it will result in this," At which time Ms Jenifer pushed a button which relayed a horrible shock through the collar and nearly took their breaths away. Even their screams could be heard though the penis gags. "The good thing is you get to chose when we use this collar on you, if you are good little girls you will choose not to have it used but if you are bad little girls you will have chosen for us to use it a lot. It's up to you. Ok let's get right down to it, why are you here? Well I am sure you already know that our marvelous President Ms. Vickie Stanton has signed House Bill 3847 into law. This bill gives the power over your penis to your wives, who decided that yours were pretty much worthless and had them reduced by 95%. In reality all you have is the resemblance of your penis head between your legs aimed in such a fashion that you will have to sit to pee just like a real girl. Isn't that wonderful? No more missing the toilet and no more splashing. Now why that’s so good is that when you leave here you’re going to be working for you wives as maids, sissy maids to be exact, yes you will wear those cute little French Maids uniforms you guys all like so much and do all of the housework including cleaning toilets. So the messier they are, the more work they are. Now the last part of what I want to talk to you about today is the helmets you are both wearing. The only sounds you will hear are what I decide you should hear. If you are bad little girls you won’t hear anything and believe me when I tell you that you can actually go insane if I stop you from hearing and seeing and moving about long enough. Good little girls get to hear nice things bad little girls don get to hear anything. For the next two weeks you will not know what time it is and will be confined to the table as you now are. If you want to have these things removed after two weeks then you will certainly want to be good little girls. Your eyes will only see what I want them to see and once again if you are a good little girl you will get to see nice pretty things, other sissies like you doing what good little sissies do. As time goes on I will allow you to see your wives, of course they will be with their lovers doing sexual things but I am sure you will enjoy knowing they are happy and having fun while you are here being trained. They want you to learn to be a very good cuckolds and sissy maids which means you will be serving your wife and her lover when you leave here as a perfect little sissy maid. Now my advice to you is to accept that you are no longer men or husbands that you are here to become good little sissy girls learning how to be proficient maids and cuckolds. If you don’t, well…this is what you will get…” Ms Jenifer then pushed the button and held it in for a full five seconds causing the candidates to thrash and twist around. When she released the button they were both spent and totally devastated. At the same time the sound and sight was stopped and it soon had its affect. At first the relief seemed wonderful but soon the disconnect took effect and the candidates began to react. The staff was well aware of what their reactions meant and when they were near total panic the staff turned on both the sound and the visual. The candidates were now tuned into a sissification hypnotic program. Photos of all sorts of sissy’s dressed, undressed and partially dressed were flashed before them with subliminal messages. The music was captivating and calming with a very quiet voice telling them they wanted to be sissy maid cuckolds and why. The photos showed various sissies doing things from housework and laundry to serving guests and sucking cock. And while the two husbands never had anticipated such events nor had they any desire to be feminine they could not ignore what was before their eyes and in their ears. After 53 minutes a new scene appeared and this one said they wanted to be men and not be sissies and when this one showed a shock was given to condition them to not want to think about being male at all. The frequency of this scene was random and would happen anywhere from 11 minutes to 2 hours and 12 minutes. This caused the sissies minds to truly fear anything masculine. Each time a sissy refused an order, acted like a man or anything remotely disobedient or masculine a shock was levied on the candidate. As the training progressed the wives sent the school photos and videos of them with their lovers which were incorporated into the training. The staff could always tell when those scenes appeared do to the effect it had on the candidates. After two weeks of this type of intensive training the sissies had lost muscle tone, their ankle tendons were dramatically stretched and their minds had been altered. Their masks were removed and for the first time in two weeks they had contact with the real world. Ms. Jenifer appeared over them, she was an absolutely stunning woman and their eyes felt as if they had candy in them looking at her. It was such a wonderful relief to see the real world again and then to see this beautiful creature made it surreal. Both husbands questioned if this was reality but then the penis gags were still there and their jaws were stretched and sore so they knew it was. “Hi girls, I am Ms. Jenifer, I hoped you enjoyed your two weeks in seclusion but more so I hope you learned a lot during those two weeks. You are now going to advance to stage two of your training. If you don’t do well in stage two you will repeat stage 1 for 4 weeks and while it will be similar the shock treatments are 4 times as often, so you may wish to think about that before you offer any resistance in stage two. Now before we can release you we have to put on your permanent make up. The makeup artist will be here real soon to do that. She will do your lips last and to do them she will have to remove your wonderful penis gags. When she does you better act like the good little girls I want you to become or else…well…not many have survived the 4 weeks with 4 times the shock rate is all I will say.” The makeup artist arrived and was nice looking and spoke pleasantly to them encouraging them on how pretty they would be and how much they would like it. Anything she said they agreed with for fear of what might happen. She put permanent eyeliner on them and then removed their penis gags. They worked their jaws as she told them how good they would look once they got to suck a real cock. She went on about good the flavor was and how rich the aroma was and as she talked it flashed memories of the training films and it stimulated them. She applied the permanent lip liner and pink color to their lips. The lip color was done to make sure no one would confuse them as boys but yet light enough so that lip stick could be applied over it to offer a wider color selection in the future. She talked to them just like they were girls. When the Makeup artist was finished the two were helped to sit up and get dressed. They had never worn women’s clothing before but after two weeks of watching other sissies wear it they knew what it was all about. Two assistants helped get each of them dressed and then get their heels on. The heels locked on so they could not be removed and a short chain connected them preventing them for taking big steps. They were cautioned to mince just like they had learned from the other sissies the last two weeks. The clothing and the pretty ladies helping them had a sexually stimulating affect on them. Neither had, had sex in over two weeks now and both were regular masturbators so it was beginning to work on them. However neither of them had enough dick to play with and this was noted and perplexed both of them. They were assisted in their walking and both quickly learned how to walk in heels, though it would take each of them some time to master the art. Now they would begin phase two. Cindy had worn her new clothes to work the following day and it did not take Ron long to notice her. He smiled at her and told her how nice she looked and that he liked her new outfit. “Thank you Ron, but you can only see part of my new outfit, if you would like to see the rest of it I think we can arrange that.” “Oh you little minx what do you have in mind, where is Charles at?” “Are you aware of the new House Bill the president just signed into law?” “Do you mean the one where wives can have their husbands penises adjusted?” “Yes that’s the one. Well Charles had a 95% penis reduction and he’s now away at school recovering?” “What kind of school did he go to, to recover?” “It’s called “Miss Marsha’s School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males.” “Oh I have heard of that school, so you sent him there and decided to take control of your sex life did you Cindy?” “Well let’s just say I decided to let somebody other than Charles control my sex life, somebody who could do a better job than he did, would you know anybody who might qualify for that position Ron?” “In fact I do lets go to your house after work and well discus the terms.” Ron followed Cindy home and they didn’t bother with dinner, they went right to the bedroom and enjoyed each other very much. Cindy finally got to experience a real climax and not just one but dozens, She felt young and alive. Her pussy throbbed with pleasure and she had never been happier. On one of their breaks coming up for air Ron spotted one of the books Cindy had on interracial cuckolding. He asked her about it and what her plans were so she explained it all to him. How Charles was being turned into a sissy maid cuckold as they spoke and was going to be kept that way permanently and how she wanted a real man as a real lover in her life. Ron listened intently and asked a few questions here and there. She told him all of the financial and domestic advantages of keeping Charles as a sissy maid and the laws that would affect him if he refused. Ron liked the whole idea and he really liked Cindy a lot. They discussed his moving in with her because her house was much larger than his apartment. She told Ron that the school wanted photos and videos to use to train Charles an asked how he felt about that. He just smiled at her and said, “Let’s do it.” They were both turned on at the thought of showing off for Charles so they really got into it and made lots of material to send to the school. The school appreciated it and put it to good use right away. In some of the videos they came right out and said, “Hope you enjoy looking at these Charles as much as we enjoyed making them.” The affect was strong on all of them. Ron and Cindy felt empowered and Charles felt defeated, exactly the way each should have felt. Lori was doing the same thing with her new boyfriend a Black guy as well that she picked up a local bar. Very handsome and muscular and with a very large, very hard, very durable Black cock! Both wives were ecstatic over the events that had occurred, they were glad they had made the choices they did and looked forward to the future when things promised to get even better. The school had provided them with a guide book called “How to own, train and care for a sissy maid cuckold.” The book detailed things like what to feed them, what to expect, how to punish, how to reward and a section on the sissy’s new bedroom. This provided a guide on to set up a very feminine and juvenile bedroom suitable to the sissy. What not to do as well as what to do. Both women had spent a considerable amount of time decorating and furnishing their respective sissy’s bedrooms. Phase two training taught the new found sissies how to dress, gesture and think like girls. Both of them did better than average not spending as much time in punishment as the average sissy did. They also learned a great deal about doing their hair and their makeup. Various styles were tried on the wigs they were wearing until their own natural hair grew out. Of course all body hair had been removed during the phase one training. By the end of the forth week they were becoming quite adept as walking in heels, sitting, crossing their legs, curtsying as well as dressing and makeup. When they graduated into phase three they were taken singularly into an office where Ms Jenifer and two other staff members quizzed them. Asking them about their concerns, problems, goals and all other aspects of their training and their future. One of the questions asked was how their sex life was. Of course they all said that is was nonexistent. Ms. Jenifer would lean over to them and ask them if they missed it and if they wished they could have sex again. They all said they did. She would smile at them coyly and tell them that if they were very special girls for the whole week they could earn some time with her having sex. It comes as no shock that even though these males were not men anymore the allure of such a beautiful and sensual woman was too much to resist and they all agreed to it. They were not sure how it could happen or even if it could happen but what did they have to lose? Phase three taught them how to serve, to do menial work like scrubbing floors and toilets, ironing and doing laundry and such. It also taught them how to accept butt plugs. There were 5 sizes and each day required that they take the next larger size. The first three were fairly easy to accept but the last two and especially the last one was quite difficult. But Both Terry and Charles were able to do it and received much praise from Ms. Jenifer. She told them both that they had earned a sex session with her and led them into a special room. This room had several apparatuses in it that could only be described as breeding stocks. Both sissies were placed into a set and then the stocks were rolled over facing each other. Their lips were just an inch apart. When this had been completed a Black man with a very large cock entered the room naked and walked over to them and stuck his hard cock between their faces. They could each smell his manhood and their faces and lips were in contact with his hard cock. Ms. Jenifer wearing a large Black Strap on cock then walked behind Terry, lifted his dress and lowered his panties and lubed him up. She slowly pushed the big Black cock in and allowed him to adjust to it. She told the two girls to lick and kiss the hard cock in fort of them and they did exactly as told. She smiled knowingly at this. She had seen it so many times. White guys who thought they were real men, vowing to never bow to a cock greedily sucking away at one the first chance they got. She began to pump Terry’s ass and soon he was getting into it. He had seen these things during his first two weeks training maybe ten thousand times. He knew what it meant and he slipped right into the role without hesitation. It was only a few minutes before he began to moan and try and grind against Ms. Jenifer’s cock. Then he felt so close to a climax that he began to sing and moan and yell and beg. At first this startled Charles but then it excited him and finally when Terry came he was trying to get the entire Black cock down his throat and the Black man came in his mouth sending Terry completely over the edge into the most fantastic climax of his entire life. When he finally finished cuming he broke into laughter, he was so overwhelmed by the effect it amazed him and he loved it. Ms. Jenifer left him and got behind Charles and performed the same act on him bringing him to the most wonderful climax of his life while swallowing a load of Black semen from the marvelous Black cock in front of him. Ms. Jenifer ordered her two trainees to kiss each other and make love with their lips and tongues while she took photos and watched them. They did as they were told and passed this ever important test of performing with another sissy. The next week they were introduced to cuckolding scenarios and instructed how to properly respect and serve their wives lovers. They were put through their paces 6 times a day. They learned how to fluff and orally clean, how to serve, polish shoes, iron clothes, wash cars. And at the end of the week all of the sissified husbands that passed got to be girl fucked again and it was marvelous once again. The training continued until the 60 days was up and on the last day there was a graduation ceremony held. All the wives were in attendance and many of their lovers were as well. This had been encouraged by the school. Cindy and Lori both had their lovers with them for the occasion. Forty two sissies would be graduating from this class and the ceremony started early in the morning to accommodate the entire class. Each of the sissy’s had to stand up on the stage and model and walk telling what they learned about these things. Then they had to choose a very girly or sissy song and sing it. Charles’s was “I m a little tea pot” and Terry’s was “Man I feel like a woman.” They each had to tell about the skills they learned and how to be a good cuckold. Then each one had to denounce being a male and everything masculine in their lives and dedicate themselves to being perfect little sissy maid cuckolds serving their wives faithfully and flawlessly. Then each wife and her lover was brought up on stage and each sissy husband curtsied to each of their wives and her lover then dedicated himself to each of them and then knelt and kissed their feet. They were then handed a certificate of sissy maid cuckold training, a new ID with their picture and new name on it and their new name was announced. Terry’s new name was Teresa and Charles new name was Cherry. The audience clapped for each graduate and each graduate curtsied to the crowd. When the ceremony was over there was a party and of course all the sissies changed into their maids uniforms and served at the party. A great deal of discussion took place but it was noticed that not one of the trainees acted out or acted in a masculine manner at all. The wives were all so pleased they could hardly believe how cute, feminine and well mannered their “waste of space” husbands had become. Their only question was, “why didn’t we do this years ago?” When the party broke up and they went to their cars. Cindy, Ron and Cherry got in and Cindy turned to her well feminized sissy maid cuckold and asked, “Well young lady what do you have to say for yourself now that your training is over?” “I am very thankful Madam to you for taking things into your own hands and helping me become a useful and pleasant person. I am very much looking forward to serving you and Mr. Upton as your sissy maid cuckold Ma’am.” Very good little pansy don’t forget it because “Miss Marsha’s School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males,” does have a punishment course for any male who deviates from their training. Oh yes and by the way when we get home you will ask Mr. Upton to give you a good and proper spanking so that you are fully aware of his capabilities and the place he holds in our home. And when he is done you will graciously thank him for the encouragement he had just given you. What do you think about that sissy Cherry?” “I would be very happy and honored to receive proper discipline from such an honorable man as Mr. Upton, Ma’am. Cindy and Ron knew they had many wonderful years ahead of them and Cherry, Cherry’s mind had been altered and conditioned so much she didnt know any better than to be just the perfect little sissy maid cuckold that she had been transformed into. As they walked into the house Cindy smiled at the feminine walk that Cherry displayed. As a woman she knew full well what this kind of sensual walk meant and did. “Cherry, come with me I want to show you were you will be sleeping now that Ron has moved in. I am sure you understand he sleeps in my bed now and that you won’t, right?” “Oh yes Ma’am, I do understand Ma’am.” “Good girl, I am glad we won’t have any problems about that. Ok here is your new room.” Cherry’s eyes got very big as she looked into the ultra feminine room. There was not a touch of masculinity and Cherry was impressed and showed it though a smile. The colors were pinks and whites and a few yellows. Dolls and pictures of ballerinas and all sorts of feminine objects decorated the room. The bed was about a foot short for Cherry’s height and that was recommended by the school. The theory was that a sissy should always try to be as small as possible and sleeping small in a bed was an effective way to reinforce that feeling. Cherry noticed a vanity against one wall and what appeared to be a well stocked makeup kit. Ms. Cindy instructed him to look in his dresser drawers and when Cherry did he found all sorts of beautiful panty and bra sets, nylons and camisoles. Cindy had been told by the school to have a shirt and pair of pants that he used to wear hanging in the closet to test his reaction. So Cindy watched carefully as she told her new pansy to check out his closet. The first door he opened was full of beautiful dresses. Cherry actually moaned when he saw them revealing the extent of his sissification. Sissy’s who have been well indoctrinated into sissification crave ruffles and lace and can’t help themselves. When Cherry opened the second door staring him right in the face was one of his old men’s shirts and pants! As soon as he saw them he jumped backward and then turned and ran to the other side of the bed and cowered. Cindy was taken aback by this not expecting such a strong reaction and immediately went over to her prissified husband to see what the matter was. He was shaking and had a terrified look on his face. As she watched tears started to erupt and run down his cheeks. She hugged him and said, “Oh baby girl what’s the matter sweetie, what scared you so badly?” “Th, th, th, pa, pa, pants and a a a the sh, sh, shirt Ma’am, please don’t make me wear them, oh please don’t make me wear them please Ma’am? I will do anything else you say, anything just please, please, please don’t make me wear boys clothes ever again, please, please, Ma’am,” and he started crying uncontrollably. “Oh sweetie, don’t worry I know you don’t want to wear boys clothes again or even for one second pretend to be a boy ever again. I want you to be my pretty sissy girl as much as you do honey. Just don’t you worry we have gotten rid of your manhood and you will remain a perfect little pansy for the rest of your life ok.” “Thank you Ma’am.” “Here let’s do this, why don’t you go take them out of your closet and get a pair of scissors and cut them up in little pieces and throw them away so you know for sure you won’t have to wear them ever again, Ok sissy boi?” “Yes Ma’am thank you Ma’am, can I do it right away Ma’am?” “Yes you can sweetie and then I want you to report to Ron in the living room so I can watch you get your first sissy spanking from your new Black Master.” Cherry got up straightened his skirt and approached the closet with great apprehension. He carefully removed the two hangers and held them as if he were carrying a dead skunk at arm’s length and with his made up face fully contorted! He got a pair of scissors and cut them in to small pieces with a vengeance and placed them in a bag and took them outside and put them in the garbage can. After he had gotten rid of them Cindy could see his attitude change back to one of a being a prissy sissy and ready to serve and obey. Cherry then remembered his appointment with the spanking administer in the living room and hurried to meet his fate. He stood in front of Ron with Cindy sitting next to her Black lover smiling from ear to ear. She realized the meaning of her husband submitting to an over the knee, skirt up, spanking by her Black lover. It was an act of total and complete submission. Cherry remembered what he had been told and he proceeded with it. “Master Ron Sir, I am asking you to paddle me Sir for being an inferior white sissy cuckold to you and my wife Sir. I deserve a very had spanking so that I may better know and understand your power over me Sir. Please, please Sir, will you pleases spank me Sir?” “Now that you mention it pansy boi I will be glad to do just that. Your wife has been talking about me doing that to you since the rest of your worthless dickette was removed. She would get so hot talking about it I would barely get my big hard Black cock into her and she would cum. Can you imagine that? Oh I suppose you can’t sissy boi. But you will, or maybe you do know, we sent quite a few videos and photos of me fucking her and I bet you watched them over and over just to see what your wife looked and sounded like when she got fucked by a real man. Well Ok, turn around here I want to put a plastic wire tie on your wrists just so your tempted to try and protect your pink panty covered sissy ass when I spank you. Good girl. I bet you LOVE being called a girl now, as pretty as you are an I bet your really good at sucking Black cock just like a real girl and yes I bet if you’re not good at taking Black cock up your sissy ass you will be when I get done with you. Now lay over my lap facing your wife so she can see your face as I spank you. Now here is the deal Cherry girl, if you’re a really good girl you will get spanked once a week and fucked as well after sucking my Black cock and swallowing every drop. But if you’re a bad girl you will get spanked really hard each time plus an extra one for the week. But you won’t get to be fucked. Now I know what sissy bois like you get used to and want and you want my Hard Black cock as bad as or worse than your wife does. So don’t play coy with me you pathetic panty waist. Tell us how much you like Black cock and how glad you are that your wife finally has real cock, Black cock to satisfy her.” Mr. Upton brushed up Cherry’s dress and petticoats and began to spank the sissified husband’s panty covered ass in front of his wife. Cindy‘s eyes glazed over as she watched her lovers powerful Black hand come down again and again on her panty clad husbands lily white ass. Her pussy began to drip as she was now seeing what she and Ron had talked about so many times. Seeing it in real was so much better than her fantasy was and her fantasy was perfect. She had cum several times just talking and thinking about it and now here it was for real. Her lover so manly and strong and her husband such a pathetic sissy, weak and feminine submitting without resistance showing he knew Mr. Upton was his Master. Cherry’s face went from surprise to pain to flowing tears in a minute or two much to the delight of his pretty sexy wife. She loved seeing her subordinate husband put in his place and especially at the Black hands of her masculine lover. Cindy slid her hand inside her panties and began to finger herself and as she called out to Ron, “harder spank the pussy boi harder lover.” She came over and over and Ron knowing the effect it was having on her obliged her by doing just what she asked. Cherry began to kick his heels furiously as the pain became unbearable seeing this excited Cindy even more and she was frantically fingering herself to a second set of climaxes. Ron realized how hard he was paddling the panty waist and began to ease up. All the while warning him he better not make any mistakes or disappoint him or his lovely cuckoldress wife or else. When Mr. Upton was done he literally shoved Cherry off his lap causing him to crash to the floor, he then ordered the sissy to his knees while Ron opened his zipper and pulled out an eight and one half inch hard Black cock for Cherry to suck. Tears were still racing down Cherry’s cheeks as he sobbed and opened his mouth taking the cock in and like a huge Black pacifier, soon after the big cock filled the pussy boi’s mouth he quit sobbing and started sucking. There was still the occasional muscle reaction in Cherry’s body from the sobbing, but both Ron and Cindy noticed how fast he calmed down after taking the cock in. Somehow he looked perfectly natural sucking on Ron’s cock and Cindy said, “Oh honey look how cute he looks with your cock in his mouth. I love it; I want a picture of him so we can hang it up in the living room. It will look so darling on the wall.” Cherry worked Ron’s cock like a pro using all of the skills he had been taught at the school. It was not long before Ron was ready to cum and so he took a hold of Cherry’s head and used his mouth as a pussy, fucking it as hard as he wanted. When he started to cum Cherry automatically began to swallow and suck at the same time making sure to take every last drop of the superior Black cum being unloaded into his lipstick covered lips. When he was finished he continued to caress the cock with his tongue knowing that if he wanted to get his weekly release, he would have to make the wonderful Black cock hard again and hope that Mr. Upton, his new Black Master would want to fuck his sissy pussy ass. After gently and skillfully working the Black cock for several minutes Ron looked at Cindy and said, “Are you ready to watch me fuck your pansy husband for the first time and really show him who’s boss. Cindy came at those words but managed to cry out that she was ready and to hurry and fuck him real good. Ron told Cherry to bend over the back of the sofa, his hands till bound behind him. Cherry did as told and Ron soon had his cock poking at his opening. He enter and pushed it steadily in until his huge Black balls were pressed against the sissies now very red ass. Cherry felt totally dominated and under his control at this point. Once the big Black cock was in Master Ron was gentlemen enough to allow the sissy’s sphincter muscles to adjust. Then he slowly started to fuck the pansy. As he did he told Cherry to beg him for hard Black cock which Cherry did immediately and without hesitation. It was completely obvious to both Ron and Cindy that Cherry’s white male pride was completely gone. Soon Cherry was moaning and groaning and begging and crying out in pure pleasure. Ron kept increasing his speed and how hard he was ramming things home. Cherry was in heaven and even though his ass stung terribly from the hard spanking the fucking was what he truly needed. There was no question in his feeble little sissy mind about why his wife wanted that hard Black dick in her twat, it felt so damn good. Cindy was also relating to the hard Black cock and the superb fucking her sissy husband was getting, she could almost feel each thrust as she sat their fascinated by the power her boyfriend held over her pathetic excuse for a man husband.. Soon Cherry was cuming and lost all control while doing so. Cherry began to thank Master Ron and then his wife, Ms. Cindy separately and then both of them together and then he started to giggle. Ron and Cindy looked at him strangely and he smiled back and said, “Really, I want to thank you both from the bottom of my heart for turning me into a sissy maid cuckold, now that I am here I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Cindy and Ron looked at each other and laughed. Ron said, “That’s good Cherry cause you aint going get it any other way!” Cindy said, “Why the hell didn’t we do this years sooner?” Ron shook his head and said, “We’ll were doing it now and were going to keep doing it baby that’s all I can say. When Ron finished with Cherry, he and Cindy went off to their bedroom and left Cherry where he was with his hands still bound behind him not caring one little bit while they made love for the next few hours taking advantage of Cindy’s excited libido!

23 September 2014

Agreed

By: Missy

The ride to Jessie's house in Pennsylvania had been normal, but the whole situation for the trip was quite different than our usual visits. We visited her parents often; I enjoyed their company and liked being able to just lay around and relax as well as visit nice restaurants, do some shopping, and sightseeing in Philadelphia. We'd done both winter and summer trips, so the time of year wasn't unusual. What distinguished this trip was that after we arrived, Jessie, her dad, and her siblings were leaving early the next day for a week-long snow skiing trip; her mother and I would remain at their house. Jessie loved to ski, as did all her family, and had made side trips when we came north in the winter. I never really liked it, and her mother had injured her neck and could no longer ski. So it did make sense in some way, although I had suggested she just go alone on the vacation. She insisted that the ski trip was only half of our normal visit duration and we'd have the following week together. So, I followed her lead. I had done more of that lately than ever before. About a month earlier, she had insisted I shave myself completely smooth and bought me a few pairs of lacey panties to wear to bed. At night she made a big deal of caressing me through the panties and generally becoming more aggressive sexually. She would position herself astride my face, insisting I bring her to orgasm orally, and then would masturbate me to my climax while I buried my face between her legs. This aggressive approach and in particular how she insisted I wear panties was exciting to me. I had always been a cross-dresser, and told her before we married that it was a big part of me. But until those actions, we had never done anything together when I was dressed. She said it made her feel uncomfortable, so I was thrilled with these changes. I didn't even question her why, but just did as she suggested since it was an improvement over our previous arrangement. I even agreed to continue to sleep in my panties once we got to her parent's house. I woke only briefly as she kissed me goodbye in bed; they were leaving around 5 AM so they could get to the mountains in time for a long day of skiing. I rolled over and went back to sleep, enjoying the first real day of my vacation. I knew her mom would wake me later, probably with the rich smells of coffee and bacon. As I expected, I could smell the aroma of fresh brewed coffee when I heard her mom calling up to me. Jane and I got along really well together. I guess raising four kids made her particularly good at interacting with younger people. She always seemed to like me and we had some really interesting conversations over coffee in the morning, as we were both early risers. I looked at the clock, 7 AM, good enough for me. Her second call out soon followed. "Time to wakeup sleepy head and come down for some coffee; we have a lot to do today and we really need to talk about it." "Okay, I'll be right down." I rolled over and put my feet on the ground. Rubbing my eyes I looked over toward the wall where my duffle bag had been. When we undressed last night, I laid my dirty clothes on it. But now, it wasn't there. So I got up and looked around the room, thinking Jessie might have put it in the closet, or under the bed. But I couldn't find it. Now I was starting to panic; all my clothes were in that bag and I only had a small flowery pair of boy short panties on. Maybe her mom had it. "Mrs. J. I was looking for my duffle bag but can't find it. Did Jessie move it? I hope she hasn't taken it by mistake. It has all my clothes." "We can talk about that over coffee. There should be a robe and a pair of slippers in the closet. Just put those on and come down here." I opened the closet and noticed a robe hanging on a hook in the back. It was a short kimono style in satin with a red and pink flowery pattern and trimmed in pink lace. A quick glance downward confirmed that it was an exact match to my panty. My heart started to race, as I knew this couldn't just be a coincidence. I slipped it on, tying the sash to cover as much of me as possible, but its short length hit only mid-thigh. The slippers were a wedge heel slide with a pink bow. Now I was really nervous, as I felt extremely vulnerable with my feminized appearance, but she called for me once again. Walking down the stairs was awkward with the heels and entering the kitchen I was trembling with fear and embarrassment. Jane looked up at me, smiled, and handed me a cup of coffee. "Here you go, cream and sugar, just the way you like it. I hope the slippers fit okay; Jessie told me your shoe size and I just looked for something in pink to match the robe. Have a seat; we need to talk, obviously." I took the coffee and quickly took a drink, almost wishing it had a shot of whisky or something strong to settle my nerves. I sat down at the table, and self-consciously crossed my legs, as the short robe rode up making my panty visible. I couldn't look at her directly and was mulling a wide array of crazy thoughts in my head, trying to understand what was happening. "Evan, you know I like to get right to the point, so let me explain. About two months ago, Jessie called me to talk and was real upset. She said she wasn't sure she could continue to stay married to you, as she was depressed about how your relationship had developed. She told me about your cross-dressing and how it affected her opinion of you. She still felt like she loved you and wanted to be together, but couldn't get the images of you in girl's clothes out of her head. She said it was really affecting her desires for you sexually, and she was afraid it was beginning to spill over into her everyday interactions with you. I told her I could understand, and I listened to her for a long time. Finally I told her I really didn't know a lot about cross-dressers, so I ask her to let me educate myself and then maybe I could offer a solution. So I did that; I looked online and talked with a couple of my doctor friends, and generally researched the whole issue. I came to a conclusion about her relationship with you and then we talked about it. I gave her my opinions and told her what I had learned. Then I suggested that she try a few things and see how they went. That is when she told you to shave and bought you the panties. I told her that most cross-dressers were straight, but often were submissive and needed some direction. Your enthusiastic response to the changes she implemented suggested we were on the right track. Although at first reluctant, she agreed that she could see modifying her relationship with you in the manner I proposed. So that is how you got where you are this morning. This week is to be one of training and preparation for a new life and a new way of relating to Jessie. I won't lie and say it will be easy, but I do think it is for the best, especially if you wish to remain her husband. I understand the dilemma you face with your cross-dressing, and know it isn't really something you could opt out of, even if you wished to. I also like you very much and I think it will be best for Jessie to keep you as her husband. However, if you don't want to continue with my proposed solution, then I'm ready to take you down to the bus station so you can go home. But you will need to pack up your stuff and leave because Jessie is prepared to file divorce papers if you are not still here with me when she returns. So I suggest you think seriously about your relationship, because the decision needs to be made quickly. As I said earlier, we have a lot to do if you agree to my proposal." She then got up to freshen up her cup of coffee and grab a tray of crullers, which she brought to the table. My mind was reeling from her speech. It was wild enough that Jessie had told her about my cross- dressing, but the fact that she now had a plan to train and prepare me for a new role in life was stupefying. I could only imagine what she had in mind and given how embarrassed I was to get to where we were, with me sitting here with her in panties, girl's robe, and heels, made me anxious about her plan. But I also knew I loved Jessie deeply, couldn't see living without her, and had really enjoyed the changes we had made during the last month. So I stopped worrying about consequences and made up my mind. "Mrs. J., I really love Jessie and want to stay with her. She has always been the best thing in my life, so I will agree to do anything to keep her. Is this plan, some sort of counseling or treatment to try to get me to stop dressing? I'm willing to agree to whatever you want." "Oh no, it isn't counseling. A quick look online told me that it is almost impossible to stop men from cross-dressing, especially by your age. My doctor friends told me the same thing. So this is more funneling your desires in a way that will be beneficial to Jessie and make your relationship work. So since you agree, I need to take the next step. Why don't you slip off that robe, walk a bit for me and let me see what I have to work with." I stood up, and slipped off my robe. As I did so, I felt my face flush and knew I was blushing profusely. But I continued to do as she asked and walked across the kitchen, feeling quite foolish. I could see her nodding her head with a smile on her face. "Well I must admit your body has more than a little feminine quality to it. You are slim, but could be a bit smaller, so I guess no crullers this week for you. It really helps that your hair is long, the way it hits your shoulders frames your face well. I always assumed you wore it long because of your liberal leanings, but now I better understand your preferences. You will need some work on your mannerisms, for example, try walking with a bit more swivel to your hips. Imagine a straight line on the floor in front of you, and place each foot on that line as you walk. Tuck your elbows in toward your waist, hold your forearms parallel to the floor, but let your hands fall loosely from the wrist. Also shorten your stride, there's no need to rush. You do seem comfortable in heels, which is a plus, since I will expect you to wear them often." I did as she described, and noticed an immediate change to my gait. It was decidedly more feminine, making my ass twitch as I walked. She had me walk across the floor several times and then told me to stop in front of her. "Now Evan I need to get your measurements, so stand up straight." Mrs. Jefferson proceeded to measure my body, getting shoulders, bust, waist, hip, rise, and inseam sizes using a cloth tape measure. She also confirmed my shoe size and dutifully noted it all done in a little notebook. Finally she came back around in front of me and sat down. "I only have one more set of measurements but they may be a bit embarrassing for you, but just remember I've raised two boys and have been married 29 years, so I've seen plenty of males in the nude. Also Jessie has already told me that you are on the small size, which is fine, so don't feel like it is a surprise." She then reached forward and gently pulled down my panty. I stood there as if I was a statue, both because I really couldn't believe this was happening and I didn't know what else to do. Taking the tape she got the length and circumference of my penis and measured the circumference behind my sack next to my body. Despite her warning, I blushed even deeper as she handled me; there was no excitement to it at all and I even seemed to get smaller as it went on. Finally she grasped the head and put it up against the narrow landing strip of pubic hair that I had left when I shaved myself. "Evan, I like the little design for your bush, but it needs to be trimmed a bit more. It shouldn't be any longer than the length of your penis. I'd say if you shorten it by half it would be about right. Also make it a bit narrower. I want you to go upstairs, take a shower, and get cleaned up, including trimming your pubic hair. But I don't want you to shave your face. I'll layout some clothes on the bed for you to wear. We need to go into the city today, so be quick about it." I followed her instructions, down to the tee. When I came out to get dressed, there was a plain pair of light blue panties, some navy stretch pants and a long square-neck sweater. It didn't fit exactly, but she seemed pleased when I showed her. She had changed into a smart- looking black check pantsuit and we both slipped on some boots and headed out the door. The drive to Philadelphia took about 40 minutes but it seemed to go quickly, as she chatted with me about what had happened at work, and at home since I last saw her - just like we had always done. Soon she pulled into a large brick building that by the signs out front was some sort of spa. I followed her into the first office. The receptionist was very friendly and greeted Mrs. Jefferson by name. A short conversation followed, with the gist of it being that the treatment they had discussed last week was to be done. The receptionist said it would take about 3 hours so come back for me at noon. I was a little panicked, which Mrs. J. noticed. "Don't worry Evan; I've just arranged some electrolysis treatment to remove your beard. It shouldn't be painful and all you have to do is lie back and let the skin technicians do their work." I nodded my head in agreement; secretly relieved that is was something that minor. I never like shaving anyway, so whether I went further with her other ideas, I could live with not having any facial hair. The technicians took me back to a room and over the next few hours, two of them worked diligently to zap each hair in my beard. Mrs. J. was right, the pain was minimal and in a way it was relaxing. Soon they were done, and I had time for a cup of tea before she returned. After she took care of the bill, we drove to a small diner to have a quick lunch. While we ate she made a couple of phone calls, we were on our way again. This time, we stopped at a beauty salon. I could see what was coming next. Another quick consult with the receptionist and I was again left to be worked on. A nice young lady took me back to her work station and soon she was putting a solution on my hair, which was followed by 20 minutes under a drier, and a shampoo. After the shampoo, she trimmed my hair, not taken much off, but I could tell she was giving me some bangs. She finished by rolling my hair in large curlers. With my hair in curlers, I was transferred to another girl, who quickly waxed my brows and pierced each ear leaving me with a gold stud in each one, before sending me to the nail technicians. Thirty minutes later, I was sporting bright red toenails, and half inch extensions on my fingers, polished in the same color. I wound up back with the first lady, who checked the dampness of my hair, put me under a drier for 10 minutes, and then removed the curlers to comb out my hair. After the rollers were out, she brushed and sprayed my hair till she was satisfied. Turning me around to face the mirror, I was a bit taken back. I knew I was getting a woman's hairstyle, but the color was much lighter than I expected and I was now a true light blonde. The color coupled with the loose wavy curls and the straight bangs gave me a look that I knew would not be easy to modify when I wanted to look male, e.g., at work. This was especially true when I looked at my new arched brows and pierced ears. At this point, I began to get worried, but I had agreed to the proposal, so I had to see where it took me. A few minutes later, Mrs. Jefferson showed up and we were off again. She had been shopping and had gotten everything but cosmetics. So the last stop was the cosmetic counter at Nordstrom's where we spent a good 45 minutes getting the whole range of products in appropriate colors for my skin. The saleslady took a lot of pride in doing my face and when she was done, I was surprised and a bit excited about how feminine I looked. I knew this was a major change for me, but as a cross- dresser, it was hard not to like how I looked. We then went back to Mrs. J.'s house where I took all the packages up to my room. Again a mix of excitement and fear filled me as I could imagine what was in the packages. Before I could open any, she told me to remove my clothes and put them in the laundry and go to her room. Although I had been nude in front of her earlier today, standing there again was not comfortable at all. She arrived in her room carrying some clothes, shoes, and several boxes. She put the clothes on the bed and opened one box. Inside were a couple of realistic looking breast forms. She took one out and pealed back the cover on the inside of the form. Pressing it against my chest, she had me hold it on with one hand. She then repeated the process with the other form, telling me to hold them there for a few minutes. She then sat down on the bed and opened a smaller box. "Evan, I have looked a lot of web sites about feminizing men and controlling cross-dressers, and almost everyone recommends this approach. I know it will be difficult and a bit humiliating for you, but it is essential for the training. I think once you get accustomed to it, you will be fine." With that, she reached out and began to slip a plastic ring over my penis. The shock was evident in my face, both from what she was doing and the tightness of the ring. She pushed the ring past my balls so it sat close against my body and then continued by inserting my penis into a tube which she worked down until she could attach it to the ring with a lock. Once everything was in place, she pulled and tugged it a bit until she was satisfied that I could not get out. "I think it is essential that your sexual relief be tied to good performances during this transition. This device is designed to prevent erections and only by doing everything Jessie and I ask will you be allowed out of it. I know you agreed to my proposition, but I want you to realize that it is far reaching and we will expect you to obey anything we tell you. Chastity is part of that and whether Jessie continues it or not, while you are under my training you will be restrained. I have also got your clothes for the rest of the day. I want you to get dressed and then join me in the kitchen where I will start your cooking lessons." As she left, I stood there in complete shock. Removing my hands from the forms, I could see in the mirror above her chest of drawers that they gave me a totally different look. But I was more interested in the chastity tube. I too pulled and tugged on it; I even tried to get one of my balls through the gap between the tube and the ring, but the pain was too much. It was evident that it would stay on me until she decided to remove the lock or I broke the plastic. Resigning myself to this bondage, I turned to the clothes on the bed. I was excited as I picked up the lingerie and examined each piece. They were all white, with lace trim, and included a bra in a 38 D, bikini panties, a padded girdle, and half-slip. I put on the bra and panty and then opened a package of hose in a dark gray, and worked those up my legs. I finished by pulling on the girdle and slip. Looking at the dress on the bed, I could see it was a shirt-dress style uniform that buttoned up the front. It was a light gray with white eyelet trim on the collar, cuffs, and hem. Once I had it on, I could see how the flared skirt and padded girdle gave me more hips and the large forms created a full bust. The shoes were a matching gray pump with at least a 3 inch heel. The outfit was finalized by tying on a white half apron with eyelet trim. I was pretty excited about how I now looked, my penis straining inside the tube. Looking at myself in the mirror, it was a like one of my fantasies. The uniform, shoes, hair, and makeup made me appear more realistically feminine than I could ever have imagined. If I get to look like this, then being Jessie's maid would be an agreeable trade-off. I went downstairs to join Mrs. Jefferson. She quickly put me to work, helping make the dinner. I felt really odd working around her in the dress and heels, but she treated me just the same. She did require me to call her ma'am or Mrs. Jefferson. She said when I was dressed as the maid I should be respectful to my superiors. She gave me tips on cutting the meat for cooking, how to prepare the vegetables, and other cooking knowledge. She also showed me how to properly set the table. Everything went smoothly through dinner and then cleanup. I was washing the last of the dishes; when she noticed I had put the crystal glass ware in the dishwasher, rather than hand wash it as I was doing the bigger pots. "Evan, did I not tell you to do the delicate items by hand? Why are these in the washer?" "Well, I thought it would be alright. I mean they seem sturdy to me." I realized my error now and tried to mumble an apology, but she would have none of it. She told me to do it correctly and when I was finished I was to go get her long-handled hair brush from her vanity and to meet her in the den. I nervously completed my chore and went as quickly as I could to get the hair brush. I knew I was in trouble, and sensed I might get a spanking with the brush, so I was quite apprehensive as I entered the den. She was sitting on the couch, waiting for me. "Evan, I realize much of this is new to you, but I can't agree to sloppy work or not fully paying attention to my instructions. Since we only have a week, I need you to truly focus on your work. Although I can understand, it is important that when you make a mistake that you realize there are consequences. Discipline is important; from now on, when you make a mistake, for me and later Jessie, you will be corrected in this manner, so pay attention. First, find the nearest level surface, whether that is a table, desk, counter or whatever. Stand close enough in front of it, so that when you bend over at the waist you can rest your forehead on it. Next, you are to pull down your underwear: panty, girdle, and hose, everything you might have on, down to your knees, so that your bottom is bare. Once you have done that, then place your forehead on the surface, and cross your arms across your lower back and wait. Now do as I instructed." Blushing at this humiliation, I stepped in front of her desk, and pulled down my garments as she said. Bending over to present my bottom to her was the most embarrassing thing that had happened today. I crossed my arms and waited. She let me stand there a few minutes before she stood up and came over to me. Reaching between my legs, she pushed them apart a little more. Then she felt around till she found my balls and grasped them with her right hand. She rolled them around briefly in her hand before she applied a fair amount of pressure, enough to make my eyes water. "Evan, I want you to pay attention to what is said at this stage. I'll squeeze your testicles just enough so that you are not distracted. When I told you what I wanted, you thought you knew better. You thought you could determine what was best, and not follow my instructions. However, you are in a new role; neither Jessie nor I want your help from now on in making decisions. Thinking is not something you should try; your role is to do as you are told. Thinking will more than likely just get you in trouble from now on. Agree to that and you will be okay. Now I am going to spank you; the amounts are my decisions so don't even bother trying to plead your case. All I want you to do, is announce when you have received ten strokes, like that is ten ma'am; that is 20 ma'am; and so on. I don't want you announcing each one, just multiples of 10. It is enough that I have to take my time to spank you, but I shouldn't have to be bothered with keeping count." With that she released my balls, and struck me swiftly and painfully across my right cheek. It rang out with a loud slap, and each succeeding one stung just as much. I dutifully called out my punishment and after I had called out 30, she stopped. My whole ass was on fire and I found it hard to focus on anything else. But she quickly got my attention by again grabbing my balls. This time she applied much more force, tugging on them as well. "Evan, I hope you keep this experience in your mind as you do my chores from now on. I won't tolerate incompetence even when you are just learning. I think it would benefit you to realize how nice I was to allow you to put the dishes in the dishwasher. So until I tell you otherwise, you are to do everything by hand. I want it washed, dried and put away. You can start with the dishes in the dishwasher. When you are done, go upstairs and put away the rest of the clothes I bought for you. Then please come see me. I'll be watching television." After she left, I rubbed my bottom and softly held my balls. Both were throbbing in pain, but I knew I couldn't delay very long, so I gingerly pulled up my underwear. The girdle reinforced the pain as it tightly held me. But I went ahead and did the chores as she asked. I was especially careful washing the dishes as I didn't want any more mistakes. Then I went upstairs to put the clothes away, some of the excitement returned as I loved all the things she had bought. There were several matching bras and girdles, along with panties and pantyhose in different colors. Included was a short chemise nightgown that matched the robe and panty. She had gotten two other uniforms, one in traditional black and another in a light pink pinstripe. Both had matching shoes, black pumps and pink strappy sandals. There were a few regular dresses too, short jersey shifts, one in tan and another in brown. A pair of tan sling-back shoes, and a short dress coat went with these outfits; I assumed these were for when I wasn't serving or perhaps to run errands. Once I finished, I headed down to talk with Mrs. Jefferson. She told me to sit and we chatted like we always did when Jessie and I visited. It seemed both normal and strange at the same time, given what had happened today. After a while, she told me she expected me to get up early, be dressed in a uniform, and have the coffee waiting for her. For the rest of the night, I was to practice using the cosmetics so I could get comfortable doing my own makeup. So, I went back upstairs. After changing into my nightgown and robe, I spent the next two hours applying and removing my makeup for practice. I was getting better, but still had problems with the eye liner. When Mrs. J. came up to say good night, she suggested that I just go without it, until I could practice more. It took me a while to fall asleep, as I lay there mulling over what my life was coming to and the fact that I wanted to masturbate, but was now unable to. The alarm went off just as I was waking up. A quick shower and a slow but steady application of makeup before I slipped into the darling pink uniform started my day. Mrs. Jefferson and I spent the rest of the day going over cleaning the house. I learned so much, a lot of little things she said made big differences on how special a home would look. Of course, I prepared breakfast, lunch, and dinner, as well as hand washing the dishes. It was over before I knew it. She praised me for my hard work and for paying attention. After yesterday, I tried my best because my bottom still was a little sore. This was the pattern for most of the week. She taught me more house cleaning skills, how to do the laundry, including ironing, lots of cooking recipes, how to properly make beds, how to answer the phone, and even some table setting ideas for special occasions. She said it would be respectful for me to treat dinners with Jessie as if they were the most important part of my day. I also practiced makeup applications every day, as well as how to roll and set my hair. The first night I slept in rollers was really different, but by the third time, I could fall asleep easily in them. My only misstep occurred as I was sweeping up the hardwood floors. I had made piles in each area, then went back to remove them with the dust pan. But I had forgotten one little pile in the foyer by a small table. When Mrs. J. saw it, I had to position myself there for disciplining. It was right by the front door, with the side windows putting me plainly in view. She grabbed my balls lightly squeezing them as she emphasized how important it was to stay focused, and gave me 20 swats while still holding them, tugging on them occasionally. She then stepped back and told me to wait. I was extremely anxious, as I had to stay there a good 20 minutes staring down at the small pile of dust until she returned to give me another twenty. That had such an impact that I made sure not to make any other mistakes. By the end of the week, I had made a lot of progress. I could apply my simple makeup reasonably well and knew or had been shown almost everything needed to make a house clean and welcoming. I was really looking forward to Jessie's return, as Mrs. J. seemed so pleased with my progress and I hopefully assumed that she would unlock me for some sexual relief. Except for the spankings, that was the hardest part of the week, as I had never gone that long without an orgasm since I was a young teen. They were to return from the ski trip late Saturday, so Mrs. J. told me when I got up that morning to get dressed in one of my regular dresses, as we needed to go shopping before their return. I choose the tan shift, with matching nude bra, girdle, panties, and hose. I loved how the shift looked and spent a lot of time on my hair and makeup so it would as good as possible. I had not been out fully dressed before, and wanted to be as feminine looking as possible. I felt pretty good about my appearance and with the tips she had given me, I walked and talked as much like a woman as I could. The first thing we did was to pick up a few accessories. She said I should have a nice woman's watch, some pretty jewelry, and a couple of purses. I felt truly feminine as we tried on different pieces and she pointed out how to compliment an outfit. She said little details can really improve your appearance, but it was important not to be too gaudy. Mrs. J. also surprised me by letting me pick out a couple of skirts and blouses. She said I had been such a good student that I deserved a reward. Of course, I needed to find some matching shoes. She encouraged me to get something a little colorful, so I wound up with a red skirt and a floral one, with several blouses that could match either one. Two pairs of heels in red and tan would match the outfits. We then went to get some flowers to use on the dinner table and around the house. Finally, we went to the grocery store. She and I had prepared a list of meals that I would make over the next few days, so I worked off of that to decide what to buy. She gave me some instruction on how to find bargains, how to tell ripe but not old fruits and vegetables, and what to look for in steaks and fish. Everything was going great, until one of her neighbors ran into us. "Hello Jane, how are you? Did Jessie and her husband make it up for their visit?" "Hi Sally, I'm fine thanks. Yes, they did make it here without any problems. Jessie, her dad, and the rest of the family went off to Sugar Woods resort to ski for the week. I spent the week here with her husband. You haven't met him before have you? Sally, this is my son- in-law, Evan. Evan, this is Mrs. Sally Vinson; she lives in the brick one story house down the street." I stood there in shock. Not knowing what else to do, I smiled and extended my hand and as we exchanged a gentle hand shake, I told her it was nice to meet her. My face was flushing rapidly and I imagined it was visible even through my foundation. "Evan here is cross-dresser, so Jessie left him to me, so I could teach him some proper housekeeping skills and how to be presentable. He's done a wonderful job this week; and I think Jessie will be happy in how I have trained him. I expect you will see him serving in the future at one of our holiday parties. He's a natural domestic and will be a real asset for when Jessie wants to entertain friends. Of course, she was disappointed at first that he has these tendencies, but once she realized that he could be beneficial to her by assuming the house cleaning duties, she became more understanding." "Well, that is quite unusual. I must admit he presents a very feminine appearance and I would have never guessed he was a male. You say you have taught him to keep house?" "Oh yes, he is a very quick learner. He understands that it will be his responsibility to make their house a home. That can be very helpful to her career wise as well since her job is pretty demanding. I expect her to have more success now that she has been relieved of her domestic duties. She was always a modern woman; more interested in a career than being a housewife. I think Evan will be perfect for supporting her. And I totally agree with you about his appearance. He is much prettier as a woman than he was handsome as a man. I mean, he never had rugged masculine features and he loves pretty things. Don't you Evan?" "Yes, Mrs. Jefferson. I guess I do." This whole conversation was extremely humiliating. I had hoped to pass through this day, as just another young woman out with her mother-in- law. But now I had been exposed as a swishing sissy, best suited for a life as a housewife or domestic, and it was hard to claim that I was anything else dressed and made up as I was. Mrs. Vinson was nice about it, but I could see how odd she thought it was. She subtly glanced up and down my figure, mentally noting my broad hips, narrow waist, and prominent bust. I had worn a short dress that featured my shapely legs, accentuated by very high heels. The outfit I had taken pride in wearing, properly matched and accessorized, now was a statement about my lack of masculinity and how I was more suited to being a feminized sissy. My face was so flushed and hot, I was sure she could feel it. But she just nodded her head and smiled. "Well Evan, I hope you appreciate what Jane is doing for you and Jessie. She is an excellent house keeper herself, and has raised a wonderful family. You couldn't have a better teacher for sure. It is an unusual situation; I mean not many men are as open as you are about their attraction to female things. But if that is what you are, then you should be honest about it. I would expect that Jessie will find you darling; Jane has done a fabulous job on your appearance. And to be honest about it, I couldn't imagine being a man; woman's wear is so much more fun and interesting. I mean those shoes are so cute and I love that purse. Did you buy that at Macy's or Nordstrom's?" We then lapsed into some talk about my outfit, what I had purchased today, and ended the conversation by discussing the meals and cooking I was to do for Jessie's return. When she left, Mrs. J. turned to me and smiled. "Good job, Evan. Sally is one of my closest friends but also one of the most critical. If she thinks you look cute and likes how you appear, then that is a great compliment. I know you were embarrassed, but this is your life now. It will be better if your friends see you like you really are. Now, when you and Jessie come back for the holidays and I have my neighborhood party, it will be easy for you to serve them in a formal maid uniform than if she had not seen you. I expect her to tell most of my friends, she is quite a gossip as well, but that is good. I fully intended to have your situation front and center; as I am not one to keep secrets. I know it is different to have a son-in-law that likes feminine things, but you are what you are. That is why it was important to make you over, so when friends see you, they realize that you make an attractive girl and it is what fits your personality, rather than have it be some hidden pervasion. Now, let's finish the shopping. We have a lot to do before our family returns." The rest of the day speed by, with the focus on getting prepared for their return. My mind kept drifting back to the encounter with Mrs. Vinson and how Jane described my new situation. I had envisioned that my role once I returned home would be something just between Jessie and me, behind closed doors so to speak. But from what Mrs. J. said, it would be open knowledge among our friends. What about my family or work? Would they find out as well? I realized my appearance had been changed considerably and had worried about if I could hide it under a more masculine look. Now it seems that charade wouldn't be an option. Luckily, she kept me so busy that these thoughts only flashed through my mind and did not have time to dwell on them. Once we had everything prepared, Mrs. J. suggested I go put on my black uniform. Dressing in the all black lace underwear, including very sheer black stockings, and then slipping on the maid's dress with 5-inch high heel pumps reminded me why I was obsessed with women's clothing. I touched up my make-up and hair and had just returned downstairs, when I heard the family car pull into the driveway. Mrs. J. and I waited expectantly in the kitchen and she was very welcoming as her sons and younger daughter came in carrying their luggage. They all looked a bit fatigued, but hugged their mom straight away. I stood just to the side, my heart racing a mile a minute, unsure how to act and whether they already knew of my conversion. As they released their mom, both boys just nodded to me and said a quick hello, the snarky grins stretched across their faces indicating that they knew how I was to be dressed, but also that they had likely been warned not to say anything inappropriate. Ginny, Jessie's younger sister also gave her mom a big hug and a kiss and spilled out a quick synopsis of the trip. She then turned to me, leaned in, and said she always thought my long hair would look great if I styled it right. She then winked and gave me a quick hug. Mrs. J told them to take their luggage upstairs and separate out the dirty clothes for me, as I would come collect them shortly. Finally Mr. J. came in with Jessie. They both greeted Jane, and he gave her a big kiss. Looking quickly at me, he shook his head, turned back to kiss his wife again, and not-so-subtly told her she had done an amazing job on me. Still hugging his wife, Jim turned and complimented me on my appearance. With a bit of embarrassment, he commented that I seemed to be well suited for my new role; at least my appearance was appropriate. With that, he released his wife and followed his kids upstairs. Jessie was all that was left; she stood there, quickly appraising me, before she hugged and kissed her mom. She then came over to me, walked calmly around me in a circle, appraising her mom's work. Standing in front of me, she pulled me in for a hug; staring at me with a broad grin the whole time. She ran her fingers over my face, lightly touching it, almost tracing out the makeup that now fashioned it into a female form. She did the same with my outfit, sliding her fingers gently across my chest and down my dress. Stepping back, she looked at her mom. "Mom, you did a fantastic job. He is so feminine, it is unbelievable. I was expecting something far less convincing, but he looks totally appropriate. Between his hair, face and outfit, you would never suspect Evan is anything but a girl. How did you do so much in just a week?" "It took a lot of work, but he was very agreeing of everything. He has also become quite adept at his new job and I expect him to be a wonderful domestic for you if he continues to improve his housewife skills over the next few months. He already has the basics down, and has shown no resistance at all to his new role in life. I think he not only had a desire to appear feminine, but has a strong female component to his character. He seems quite content in almost everything he does now. Of course, he is still adjusting to it; I mean he is so embarrassed when others find out about his true identity. But that will fade in time, as he realizes the permanency of his conversion." "Well Evan, I am so happy you agreed to this. You know I love you and I didn't know what to do about your inclinations. If I hadn't opened up to mom, I would have probably asked for a divorce. Now I can't believe how well everything is going. I know we will be totally happy with our choice to bring you out into the open." Jessie then hugged me again and gave me a deep kiss. I had worried about how she would feel now that I did look so feminine. But her words and actions told me I had made the right choice too and that this was going to work. Finally she broke our embrace and stepped back. Jane took this opportunity to tell me I need to go gather the dirty clothes from everyone and take it to the laundry. She handed me Jessie's suitcase and indicated that I also need to fix my lipstick after the kiss. They went into a small den off of the breakfast area, as I left to go upstairs. After quickly repairing my makeup from my embrace with Jessie, I got the laundry basket and went to each room to gather up the piles of dirty clothes. The boys had quickly jumped on their laptops and hardly paid me any attention as I did my chores. The same for Mr. J, he was laid out on his bed, obviously a little more drained by his having to drive back. Ginny was just exiting her room, wearing only a short robe. She smiled at me and dropped a bra and pair of panties into the basket. "The rest of my stuff is on the floor in my room. I know mom has shown you how to do laundry, but I expect all my lingerie to be hand washed and I also have couple of blouses that don't go in the washer. If you're not sure, just ask me to show you which ones. I'm going to take a quick shower. Your dinner smells great and I can't wait to try it. If mom has given you her recipe for London broil, then you are going to be making great meals." With that, she smiled and went on to the shower. I gathered her clothes as well, and could see she liked sexy little thongs and push up bras. She always struck me as a girl who liked to flirt and probably would be really hot in bed, a lot like her sister Jessie. I took everything into the laundry and sorted it out. Jane had told me I would likely be doing laundry first thing in the morning, as I had stripped all the beds and put on new sheets before everyone returned. With all their dirty clothes and the linens, it would be a lot of work. I came down the stairs from the laundry and was headed toward the kitchen when I caught the reflection of Mrs. J. and Jessie in the den. I could hear them talking and my curiosity got the better of me. I stopped and moved to side of the hall closer to the room. I stood motionless and tried to be as quiet as possible. Jane was talking and I was dying to know what was being discussed. They were laughing a little and then Jane continued. "As I see it, he is mostly on track the way we planned. There are only a few more details for you to decide on. The first is the easiest. Because you two were married here in Pennsylvania, you just need to fill out a form and publish a public notice in the paper about it. That will switch your last names back to your maiden name. If you and Evan both sign off, it is straight forward. You can even change his first name if you wanted. The second thing relates to marking your control over him. Most of the forced feminization sites I read emphasized that it is important that you symbolize your control over your husband with something permanent. Tattoos are most common, for example getting one of those ornate scrolls, what they call a tramp stamp, on his lower back just above his butt, maybe with your name in it, or a feminine symbol with some script by his penis. Just something that he can see that reinforces that you are in charge and he agrees with that. Third, the plastic chastity device I put on him is a good symbolic way to be sure that his sexual release is solely dependent on him pleasing you. But if you are serious about his chastity, then you need a device that is stronger with more security. I've already ordered a metal tube that will fit him; it is designed to work with a penis piercing, so that it can be directly locked onto the head of his penis. That makes it impossible for him to remove it or even have an erection without your permission. I found a good tattoo parlor that can do both jobs. Lastly, I purposely fitted him with large breast forms. They complement his body, making it very feminine; they are also not easily hidden. Their size alters the way he does many of his chores or every day duties, how he sees himself and again reinforces how you how determine his life completely. So I recommend that you go ahead and get implants that will give him a d-cup or larger bust. I spoke with Dr. Vinson and as long as you guys are here, he could go ahead and do the surgery right away. He even agreed to hold a slot open on Monday morning for the surgery. That way, Evan would be recovered enough later in the week if you decided on the other changes. If you make these decisions, then you should be on solid foundation for implementing this life style change when you go home." "Oh Mom, this is a little more than I had expected. I may need some time to think about some of these. I like what I've seen so far, but this would be going pretty fast." I had been stunned when I heard Jane's description of the next round of changes, and wanted to interject my opinion somehow. As I stood there, my nervousness got the best of me and I had to shift my stance, causing the floor to creak. The movement also put me in line so that the mirror at the entrance to the nook angled my reflection toward Jessie. She turned her head as she heard the creak and saw my reflection. The expression on her face changed from uncertainty to anger in a flash. "Evan, is that you? Don't tell me you've been standing out there eavesdropping on us. Come in here right now." I quickly went into the room. I could see that they were both mad and knew I was in trouble, but I just had to say something about Mrs. J.'s suggestions. I swallowed and before either could say anything, blurted out. "Jessie, let's talk about this. What your mom is suggesting is really a big step. I.." Before I could continue, Jessie stood up. I could see she was really mad and knew now I had made a big mistake. "Evan I certainly don't appreciate what you just did. I would never expect you to listen in on my private conversations with my mother. This is something I can't tolerate and I don't want this to ever occur again." "Jessie, it sounds like this is a perfect opportunity for me to show you the discipline I had to use on Evan while I was training him. He will make mistakes or deliberate challenge your authority like this and you need to assert your dominion over him at those times. Evan, I want you to go into the mud room, and bring Jessie the present that is on the counter." I looked at both, panic in my eyes, but I had to go get the present as Mrs. Jefferson ordered. I knew I was in trouble and my mind was racing thinking about how to get out of it, as well as what I wanted to tell Jessie about her mom's ideas. I got the present from the entry way. It was a box about the size of a tie box, only slightly longer and deeper. I hurried back to the women and Mrs. J indicated I should hand it to Jessie. I then stepped back, as she started to open it. Removing the paper and bow, Jessie opened the top and inside was a long, flat, narrow wooden paddle. At one end was a leather-wrapped handle and the other end had a raised letter, a J, attached to one side. Jessie lifted it carefully out of the box and looked at me and then her mother. "Evan, I think you know you should assume your position. Jessie, I've trained him to prepare himself to receive the discipline you need to provide. He knows what to do. Basically it involves three steps for you. When he is in position, you reach between his legs, grab his testicles and lightly squeeze them as you tell him what he has done wrong. Then you spank him; the number and severity of the blows are your decision and should reflect the seriousness of his error. When you are through, grab his testicles again, with a bit more force and then tell him what you expect in the future. This process both humiliates him and is physically painful. For a man, the testicles represent his manhood. By offering them to you, he admits his submission. They are also extremely sensitive, so the pressure you apply will create a dull pain for quite some time after you are through disciplining him. Combined with the pain from the spanking, it provides a considerable reminder of his error and an incentive not to make the same mistake again." While Jane was talking, I knew what was coming. So I turned to face the side table, reached under my dress, and pulled down my girdle, hose and panties. I then leaned forward, placing my forehead on the table and crossed my arms. Although I had done this twice before this was by far the most humiliating because this time my wife was going to apply the discipline and because I had been trained to agree it, indicating how submissive I really was. Jessie watched my actions as she listened to her mother's instructions. Once I was in position, she flipped up my skirt, reached in and grabbed my balls. She squeezed them, much harder than any time that Mrs. J. had, and then explained my error. "Evan, you violated my privacy by eavesdropping on my conversation. It is important that you respect me and my decisions. Your reaction also shows your prideful ways. That has to change. I'm in charge now and you are only to offer your opinion when I request it. That is part of what you accepted in our proposal. Now I want you to remember this, as it is very important." Jessie released my balls, stepped back and immediately swatted me on my right buttock with her new paddle. She quickly handed out ten swats, five to each cheek, and when I announced the count, she smiled and looked at her mom. "That's part of his training, dear. He is to let you know how many swats you have given him." "Well that is certainly helpful. Also I love how this paddle leaves a J-impression every time I swat him." She then continued the paddling, switching her target zone to my upper thighs, with five more swats on each one, followed by five more on each cheek. The force she used was more than Mrs. Jefferson had done, and she struck me more rapidly. The pain was building and it seemed like my entire rear end was on fire. As I called out 30, she leaned forward and pulled up my ass cheek, exposing the crease where the thigh and butt meet. She then struck me five times on that area on each leg and finished with five more for each cheek. I announced the 50th stroke barely choking back my sobs. Tears were rolling down my face both from the pain and humiliation. Jessie reached forward and began to trace the little J's laid out across my rear, before once again grabbing my balls. Her squeeze was again more forceful than before. "Evan, I hope that makes it clear that I deserve your respect and you will do as I want, not as you think you should do. If I ever catch you listening on my conversations again, then you will get twice this or more. Mom, I totally understand now what you had in mind. If I am to make the changes we planned and that Evan has agreed to, then there is little to be gained by delaying. I definitely want to change our last name back to Jefferson. Evan is going to be my wife; I will be the head of the house and as such, he will change his last name. But I also think it will do him good to change his first name as well. His new appearance won't match his old name, so we will switch it to Eva, but it will be listed as his middle name. His new first name will be Puss. That's been my nickname for him ever since he shaved and started wearing panties for me. I think it fits him even better now, as he is destined to be a full-fledged pussy- boy. Tattoos are even a more serious change than changing his name, but again I see your logic. So, I think a nice little tramp stamp with his new name, Puss, embedded in it will be an excellent reminder of his new role. But I also want something next to his penis showing my ownership, maybe a cute little fairy tattoo with Jessie's Sissy Maid in script. Finally, I think a couple of block J letters, one on the center of each butt cheek, will serve as permanent reminders of why he shouldn't dare to disobey me, unless he is willing for them to be surrounded by many red little letters. Since permanent change is what we are talking about, switching to a metal chastity device makes perfect sense. The idea of piercing his penis does seem extreme, but if that is what it takes to make his compliance with me mandatory then it will just have to be done. I definitely like taking control over his orgasms. He should know that everything about him is mine to control and I expect that he will quickly see how pleasing me always will lead to his pleasure too. The change I was least in favor of was getting him breast implants. I think it would be hard to ever see him as a real man again, if he had breasts bigger than me. But as I spanked him, I understood that he will never have that role again anyway. So in that context it makes perfect sense to go ahead and get him implants. I do favor large breasts for him given the reasons you provided. Along with his other physical changes in how he keeps his face, does his hair and nails, and what he will be allowed to wear, large boobs will just compliment his new appearance. Of course, these changes will be a change for his friends, family and at work, but they can adjust. I've already talked with my friend Cathy about having him work for her as a personal assistant. She manages four dress shops and could use someone to help her with paperwork, scheduling and running errands. Puss will be perfect for that role and it will be only a part-time position so she can keep her housekeeping responsibilities as her most important duty. Also, his sister knows how I've been keeping him in panties, and what his future would be like when we came back from vacation. I'm sure she has shared this information with her parents as well, so the first time they see Eva rather than Evan won't be a total shock. So, definitely let Dr. Vinson know we will have him there for his Monday appointment. Now Puss, I expect you to pull yourself together, be on your best behavior from now on and do as my mother and I tell you to. It is getting close to dinner, so I want you to go fix your make up and do what you need to do to prepare our meal. Normally, you will be allowed to eat with us, but I think it would be better today if you merely serve. It might be easier anyway for you to eat your dinner standing at the kitchen counter." Jessie released my balls and leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "I know this is a big change for you, but you agreed to our proposal. Do as you are told and then I will unlock you tonight and you can have some sexual release. Otherwise, it might be weeks before you get to come again, as it will take your pierced penis time to heal." I then straightened up and pulled up my underwear. The heat trapped by the panty, hose, and girdle felt like a fireplace. As I went upstairs to repair my makeup, they rubbed across the creases below my butt, inflaming them even more. I did make it through dinner, and was actually glad to eat in the kitchen. She was so right about not wanting to sit down. It was a bit humiliating to serve my in-laws, especially since they had all heard my punishment. But I adjusted to it. Finally after completing all my chores, Jessie told me I could go upstairs and put on my nightgown. She would be up in a bit. After changing I laid on the bed, face down, to give my butt a chance to recover. She arrived, removed her clothes, and showing me the key, asked if I wanted to be released. I enthusiastically agreed, and she made it clear that in the future, if I had been punished as I was earlier then it would be a long time before I would be allowed out of my chastity. My cock hardened as soon as she released it, but I spent the next 30 minutes with my face buried between her legs. After multiple climaxes, she told me to roll over. Although it hurt my ass, I gladly took the pain so that she could slide her wet pussy over my throbbing cock. She started out by gently rocking back and forth, rubbing herself over me and stimulating my cock. Each movement brought pleasure to it, but pain to my ass. As she became more aroused, she bounced up and down the shaft, creating more pain and pleasure. She also started to whisper her plans to me as to how we would live in the future, including the fact that she might take on lovers. She admitted that my cock was not the biggest she had ever had, and wanted to experience thicker or longer ones again. When she told me the name of her first new lover, a sales rep at her company, I couldn't contain myself and exploded into her. My orgasm was so intense, fueled by my week of celibacy, that it was amazing. Of course, she took this as a sign I approved of her cuckolding me, and insisted that I finish her off with my mouth. Straddling my face she continued to describe our new life, as I brought her to more orgasms and cleaned up her pussy. The whole sexual episode was heightened by our trying to limit our noise making so as to not be heard by her family. The rest of our visit went by in a blur. Between the surgery, tattooing, piercing, and just being dressed so feminine in front of her family, it was like a crash course in submission. I seemed to be sore everywhere, but made it through the gauntlet. Our return home only continued the roller coaster ride of my new life. Looking back now, it hardly seems that it was less than a year since we visited her parents. So much has happened and my life has changed so dramatically. I can feel the tight restraint of the red satin and velvet bustier holding me in and projecting my large boobs upward. Jessie has taken to having me wear low-cut designs as much as possible, and this one is no exception. Hooking myself into it and maneuvering my breasts into the shelf-like cups I knew I would have to be careful when I moved around tonight. The lace trim at the edge of the cups barely covered my nipples and if I lean forward, I'm sure my D-cup breasts would just pop out of the dress. The tug of the garters on my stockings as I walk, reminds me that I need to stand up straight to be sure the short hem covers the lace tops. Complimented by a red lace thong wrapped snuggly around my chastised penis, the lingerie was lovely to behold, a prime compensation of my new lifestyle. The uniform that covers it is also in velvet, a deep green, with trim of red lace. Of course it has a scoop neck bodice and a very, very short flared skirt, accentuated by the white and red half apron that matches the maid's cap in my upswept hair. The mix of ribbons, lace, and velvet in red, green, and white colors totally reflects the Christmas holidays that is the reason for the Jefferson's party. It is my first year serving for them and I want to do well. Luckily it is an easy night of serving appetizers and delivering drinks provided by the caterers. As I walk through the crowd with my serving tray, I see them glancing at me. The men intrigued by my sexy appearance, but knowing I am nominally still a male, are somewhat conflicted. The woman tend not to begrudge their spouses looking because they know I am no threat, more like a visual treat for the holidays. Jessie stands chatting with some of her college friends, reliving the past, her arms entwined with her latest boy toy, Billy, whose large cock gives her immense pleasure, but who is a little dim for much conversation. I've gotten used to these men, although it is still humiliating when I have to kneel to warm her pussy up with my tongue and lips for their large cocks. Also, they inevitably can't resist at some point fondling my boobs and showing their masculine dominance by having me suck their impressive tool. It seems the sight of my large doe-like eyes looking up at them, while they gaze down at my face and breasts is always satisfying. I continue on, as none of them need what I carry on my tray. Leaving the room, I run into Mrs. Vinson. I recognize her from my last visit. She was the first to know of my new journey and her husband created much of my new look. I remain as I have been instructed, smiling but silent, I hold out my tray to her. I assume she doesn't remember me, but am a bit pleased when she smiles back and stops to talk. "Evan you look so cute tonight. I love that holiday outfit, is it custom?" "Oh yes, Mrs. Vinson, Jessie and Mrs. Jefferson had it designed for me tonight. And it is Eva now, Evan just didn't seem appropriate any longer. Although I must admit, most people call me by my first name, Puss." "Well then, Puss it is. I've wondered how you have done since I last saw you. My husband mentioned how you did in surgery and felt like you would look really good and I must agree. He has given you a stunning bust and that dress really highlights it." "That is Jessie's doing. She trained me early on that I was to be proud of my new assets and not be ashamed of them. At first, I tried to minimize their appearance, which made her mad. But she broke me of that reluctance; a week wearing nothing but sheer blouses as I ran my errands taught me the errors of my ways. Now it is easy to feel comfortable with any style, especially if it involves a lovely bra." Just as I was finishing my statement, I caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see if they wanted one of my appetizers, but didn't realize how close I was to Mrs. Vinson. The tray caught the edge of her arm and suddenly the food was spilling off the tray. I looked at it horrified, as the pate and crackers hit the floor and also several smeared across her lovely dress as well. I stood there, not knowing what to clean up first, and then finally I kneeled down to retrieve what I could from the floor. Standing up, I started to use the napkin that had been on the tray to wipe off Mrs. Vinson's dress but stopped abruptly, as Jessie and Mrs. Jefferson approached. I could see they were angry and more than a bit disappointed. Mrs. Jefferson told me to take the tray and ruined food into the kitchen and then come back with a hand broom and wet towel to mop up the mess on the floor. Luckily we had been standing on the hardwood floor and not the carpet. I scurried away and as I returned to clean up, the ladies went out to the kitchen, where they were carefully cleaning Sally's pretty dress. I had a sickening feeling as I brought the rest of the mess out to put in the garbage can. The women were talking, and I could see that I was in trouble. "Puss, I can't believe you sometimes. It seems like you can't take two steps forward without taking one backwards as well. I know this was an accident, but I stressed to you before the party, that mom expects your best effort. You wouldn't be in this situation if you had followed orders to serve the guests, being polite, but don't get involved in conversations. You had plenty of other times you could talk with Sally. Tonight you had other more pressing responsibilities. Well, I'm going to just have to use it as another lesson opportunity. Please go to the Christmas tree and bring back the gift I got for mom; it is wrapped in gold and silver paper with a big lace bow." I nodded my head, and said yes ma'am before heading out to do as I was told. Bringing back the present; I could sense what was in it. The shape and size looked all too familiar. Handing it to Mrs. J, I stepped back and watched her open it. As I expected, she removed a wooden paddle, in a lovely dark stain with a raised J letter at one end. But there were also two metal clips in the box, like small cones open down the middle. "Jessie, this is so sweet. I know you told me that I was to use Puss as if she was my servant as well as yours, but this is so unexpected. I see you liked my design for her paddles, but what are these metal things?" "You'll see mom. I've modified Eva's discipline routine a bit. Puss, I think you know what is coming, and I think it is best if you just go ahead and remove the apron and uniform to get ready." I wanted to argue that I could just leave them on, but seeing how mad Jessie looked I decided against it. I could also see that Mrs. Vinson had a conflicted look on her face. She was both embarrassed to see what was happening, as it would normally be a private affair, but also curious as to the whole process. Not wanting to get in more trouble for delaying, I quickly untied my apron, unzipped my dress, and slid out of the uniform. As I bent over to pick up the dress, I knew my tattoo showing my sissy name was displayed for Mrs. Vinson to see. Jessie had been sure that the design of the bustier stopped just above my tramp stamp. I turned to face the women, looking down toward the floor. I quietly slipped the bra straps off my shoulders, leaned forward a bit, and pulled down on the bra cups. My breasts spilled out, so the nipples were visible. Jessie had picked up one of the clips, and explained to her mom how they worked. She positioned one over my left nipple, grabbing it by the end as it poked out the top of the clip. Pulling vigorously, she worked the clip down onto my areola, so that the nipple was fully surrounded by the metal. A forceful squeeze triggered the clip and it tightened around the areola and nipple, with the tip protruding out about an inch. The pressure made the nipple extend as much as it could and the sudden pain caused me to inhale softly. Jessie had started using these about 3 months ago during my punishment sessions, but I had not fully acclimated to them. Having watched her daughter, Jane followed the same procedure on my right nipple and soon the fiery pain pulsed from both breasts. I wanted this to be over, so I went right ahead and turned toward the desk, pulling down my thong as I did. Leaning forward, I rested my breasts on the surface, the compression on the clips increasing their painful effectiveness, and then crossed my arms behind my back. Sally watching from the back was both amazed and amused at how compliant I was. I had automatically positioned my legs spread apart almost as far as I could, because I knew that would be what Jessie expected. Knowing that someone other than my immediate family was witnessing this event made me embarrassed and my face started to turn bright red. I had gotten used to many things over the past year, but punishments were still something I hated dealing with. I also knew from past experiences that the paddling would reverberate throughout the house, so my punishment would be known to everyone at the party. All this made me wish I could be somewhere else; but I was trapped. I closed my eyes, bit down on my lower lip and waited. Jane did the honors, grabbing my testicles and squeezing them as she outlined my failure to be a good maid. Having soiled a guest's dress was the worst I could have done, and I must realize that being a maid took ultimate concentration and above all commitment to do what I was told and only what I was told. The first swat sounded like a gunshot. It was much harder than Mrs. J. had done in the past, which gave me a good indication of how disappointed she was. She followed with a steady pace, until she had given me ten blows spread out across my cheeks. I could tell from the pattern that she was leaving red J-letters all around my tattooed ones. The pain in my butt was starting to build but what happened next was totally unexpected and further humiliating. "Sally, Jessie and I would appreciate you assisting us in correcting Puss. She must learn that when she makes a mistake that affects others, then they will be part of the solution in training her. Please give her ten strokes, so that she is well aware of her error." I peaked back, looking past my throbbing boobs, through my spread legs to see Mrs. J. give Mrs. Vinson the paddle. She seemed a little hesitant to take it, but did so and then positioned herself beside me. I couldn't take it any longer, so I closed my eyes again. The blow was centered right in the middle of my butt cheek, not very hard but painful because of whom was delivering it. As she continued, Mrs. Vinson increased her force and tempo, soon completing her ten strokes. By now, I was starting to tear up, but bit harder on my lip to try to control it. I did not want to everyone to see my tear stained face after this was over. It would be bad enough that they had heard my punishment, but I didn't want them to be able to see any evidence of it. Jessie took the paddle from her and thanked her for helping. She then delivered what had become her signature spanking. Pulling up on my cheeks, she peppered my upper thighs starting just above the tops of my stockings and going up to the crease where they meet the cheek, decorating both with a pattern of red letters. As always, her swats were forceful and rapid until she had given me a total of twenty. Reaching between my legs she squeezed my balls and again admonished me for failing her, her mother, and their guest Mrs. Vinson. I had managed to keep from crying but the pain was very intense, matched only by my shame at failing so dismally. Finally she told me to stand up and turn around. As I did so, I could see Mrs. Vinson smirking; I guess she had enjoyed this more than I had imagined. I also saw her glance down where my pinioned penis was trapped in the metal cage, complimented by the fairy tattoo. I desperately wanted to pull up my thong, but I knew until Jessie directed me to, I was to remain on display. Thankfully, Jessie did reach out to remove the nipple clamps. Once free, the blood raced in to my nipples making them throb even more and start to swell up. I knew from past experiences, that they would be distended for some time, poking out the front of my bra. Hopefully, the heavy material of my uniform would help hide them somewhat. After what seemed like hours of standing there, with my breasts pushed over the bra cups and my imprisoned penis all on full display, Jessie told me to make myself presentable. I hurriedly pulled up the thong, so it fit tightly around my cage, making sure that the sides were not twisted as they lay across the garter straps from my bustier and that the lace butterfly in back was positioned just at the top of my crack. Once that was done, I leaned forward, pulled the bra cups up so that my breasts settled back in them and adjusted the straps so everything was in place. As I expected my nipples stood out through the lace, making it look like I was very aroused. Just as I turned to get my uniform and apron, Jessie spoke up. "Puss, I think you've wasted enough time already, so just tie on your apron. Maybe some time serving our guest in your pretty lingerie will be a further reminder to you to pay attention at all times. Before you get another tray of appetizers for everyone, please take Mom's new paddle and put it on the coffee table in the middle of the room. I'm sure our guests heard your discipline session, but I want it understood by all that your errors are not tolerated. Plus it will help explain the pretty pattern of J-letters across your behind, now hurry along." I looked at her with pleading eyes. I had never been this humiliated. It was bad enough that all the guests had heard my punishment, but to have to resume my serving without my pretty uniform was dreadful. While I received my spanking, I had taken some consolation in the fact that all evidence of it would be hidden. Without a dress, my sissy tattoos would be on display; the little fairy sprinkling fairy dust over my designation as Jessie's sissy maid was one I really liked to keep hidden. Also, I loved how the uniform looked and wanted desperately to wear it again. But I knew better than to even try to argue. I tied on the apron, picked up the paddle and began to walk toward the living room full of guests. As I walked I could feel the sting of the paddling, especially in the creases where Jessie spanked me. The echo of my heels on the hardwood floor announced my arrival in the room and everyone turned to see me. I felt my face and chest flush a deep crimson. Even though I understood my place and had agreed to my new role, this was the greatest test yet. Swallowing, I tried to be graceful, and stand up straight as I went to the coffee table. Laying down the paddle, I took a quick glance up at the surrounding faces. All seem to be enjoying the show. I wanted them to be at ease, so I smiled back, and then turned to go to the kitchen to get my tray. As I left I heard a smattering of giggles and soft laughter. I knew they had seen the pattern of red Js across my behind, framed by the lace garter straps, bustier, and stockings, and had made the connection with the paddle on the table. Somehow this made me feel better; it was over now and I could back to serving Jessie, her parents, and guests. Back to the role to which I had agreed.