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“I am Head Sissy Maid Petunia,” the purple maid curtseyed, “I know your male name is Carl, but I have been instructed to refer to you as ‘Whore’ until a suitable name has been selected.” Her voice struck Carl as odd, her voice was overly operatic and her British accent was obviously fake. She pauses to listen to his muted complaints, “Of course I will wax you myself, deary! I have been under the Countess’ service for many years and know what she expects.
She then attached a small leather band just below the head of his penis and attaches it to a tiny leash. “Come along,” she says cheerily tugging him towards the elevator by his member. He reluctantly followed her into the elevator and to his fate.
Soon, they were in the Sissy Quarters, a cramped but brightly colored room full of pink and white bunk beds and all varieties of feminine decorations. “This is where you will sleep- once you’ve earned it. Until then, you will have to learn how to earn your place.” She claps her hands and the other sissies in the room circled around Carl and Petunia. “Sissies, this is Whore. She does not have a proper name, so refer to her as Whore for the time being. She was very naughty and did mean things to her wife.” The crowd boos and hisses in distaste. “What’s more, Countess requested that she be hairless. Does this look hairless to you?”
“No!” They shouted in unison. The group, seven in total, dragged Carl to the bathroom, which was not much more than a tiled room with spouts and drains. In one corner, a steel bar hangs from a chain. Petunia pushes a button on the wall, lowering the bar to chin height. Two of the sissies grabbed metal cuffs from the corners of the bar and pulled them down to attach to Carl’s wrists. They also locked his ankles to cuffs hooked to the floor. Petunia unlocked the leather restraints allowing Carl to move his arms briefly before Petunia pressed another button and the cables pulled his wrists to the bar. Petunia caressed Carl’s cheek. “I truly love the classic design of the ball gag, don’t you?” Carl grumbled. “I think we need something a bit more modern- and silent.”
She produces a small black ball from a little pouch on her apron. She undoes the ball gag and allows Carl to drool freely and stretch his jaw which was beginning to sore. “Can I have a drink of water?” Petunia smacks him across the face, “Despite what you think, Whore, I am above you in the household’s hierarchy. You use ‘Sir’ and ‘Madam’ when addressing your superiors. Also, use your politest words.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, pained, “May I please have some water, Madam?” Petunia smiles, “That’s better! Here you go!” She turns on a showerhead and turns it directly into his face. He does his best to gulp down the cold, pressurized water as it struck him. Petunia then shuts it off and says, “I bet that was most refreshing,” Carl huffs, “Please don’t do this to me, I know I screwed up but this is crazy!” Petunia shakes her head, “I’ll let you out if you really want; you’re not a prisoner. But your wife seemed quite serious and if you truly wish to prove your devotion you should say, ‘Ah!’” Carl reluctantly opens his mouth as the Head Maid squeezes the ball until it makes a crackle sound. She places it on Carl’s tongue and it immediately begins to swell and fill every available space in his mouth. He panics and tries to reach for it, but the bar prevents him from touching his mouth.
“Come now, Whore,” Petunia chastises as she pushes the button that pulls the chains until Carl’s arms are fully extended. “Gurls,” she commands, “prepare your tools and pick a body part.”
The sissies moved with an eagerness that frightened Carl. They each grabbed small steaming pots along with popsicle sticks and strips of fabric. One sissy opened a case revealing an electric razor. Petunia took the trimmer and immediately took after Carl’s head. Before he could take issue with his head hair being buzzed away as the warm wax started being spread across his calves and what he called his “Happy trail”. Two of the maids disappeared and reappeared toting a cart with buckets Carl could not see the contents of.
He whimpers as the first strip is ripped away from his calf. It felt as though his skin was on fire as the second leg strip pulled away. As painful as it was, he felt like he could take the rest of the waxing if that was as much as it hurt. Then they pulled the one across his belly.
He screamed as much as he could muster through the bizarre foam gagging him. He bucked and moaned until Petunia clasped his nose shut. “Settle down! So unbecoming to behave like this!” Carl gasped through the ball; it’s foam allowed air to pass through, though very little. He settled as he realized that one of them was smearing the sweet smelling wax over his armpits. He sighed sadly as he watched his brown wavy locks fall to the floor. He lets out another strained yelp as both his armpits are pulled out at once. Feeling like someone punched him in both armpits, Carl lost strength in his legs and hung from the metal bar for several seconds before he got back on his feet to stop the pain in his wrists.
The maids did not empathize with his plight. They mocked him as they spread wax across more of his body, stripping hair away in seemingly random patterns. “Silly Whore,” one whispered in his ear, “Why would you be cruel to your beautiful wife? You know how many of us would sew our holes shut to have what you tried to throw away?” More thigh hair ripped away, “Even for a sissy, you are a wimp! We haven’t even gotten to the really sensitive parts.” Carl’s eyebrows rose in fear. Petunia kisses him on the forehead, “It’s going to hurt so much worse before we’re done.”
The next glob of wax was spread across the top of his unkempt pubic mound. As the stick pushes the goo into his matted hair, Carl breathes deeply in preparation. The strip comes away and he wheezes in excruciating pain. Tears once again streamed from his eyes. Petunia frowned, “Tell me if you want to quit now. It hurts, I know, but most women do this on a regular basis. I can stop, you can leave, but you know what will happen if that is your choice.”
Carl takes a slow breath and shakes his head. “You want to continue?” Carl nods and more of the warm gooey wax is spread along his inner thighs. He wondered what he looked like with all his hair gone- probably like a cancer patient or some weird clone. Why did I even agree to this? He thinks as more hair is pulled away. He knew the reason, though. He broke his wife’s trust; he got her sick. What kind of apology could truly make up for such a thing? He truly was sorry, and if this was the only way she would forgive him, it was worth whatever torture this house could throw at him.
Petunia finishes buzzing his head and looks over her handiwork. “Get the hair cream and the Presentation Post.” More leg hair is ripped away as he sees two sissies carry in a heavy metal post with a long U-shaped top- just the right width for a neck. He feels the chain loosen as the two maids guide his head into the groove and lock the armbar to the post, preventing his head from moving upward. He then felt something hard and metal press against his ass cheeks and spread them apart until he could feel the cool air conditioning where he had never felt it before. He closed his eyes as he felt the wax spread along his inner cheeks and perineum. He jumped when Petunia began coating his head with a cold lotion. The lotion gets warmer and his scalp begins tingling. He yelps into the squishy yet solid foam as the untrimmed pubic hair is removed from his underside. Tears and snot drip from his face as they finish removing the hair from his body. His skin felt burning and numb at the same time.
Petunia took a rag and started rubbing the lotion away from his scalp. “Oh look at that,” she says holding the rag for Carl to see. It was covered in the remnant hair from his head, “You’ll be shiny and smooth in no time!” She wiped the rest of the cream away and stood him back up. “All that’s left is your boy bits and your face!” one of the sissies declares. One sissy pulls the leash still attached to Carl’s penis, pulling it taught. Another pulls his scrotum skin tight and flat while a third spreads wax along both. Then, they coated his eyebrows. Rip, rip, more tears and red skin as the maids finally finish their work.
Then, they threw buckets of icy water over him, causing him to inhale sharply and bounce on his restraints. Shaking and shivering, they undid his restraints and allowed him to sit on the floor and rest for a few minutes before they stand him back up and lead him to a large wardrobe opposite the bunk beds. Petunia opens the oak doors and rummages through a variety of outfits until she pulls out a short satin maid uniform. The other sissies dig through drawers until they find stockings, underwear and breast-forms. They dress him in a whirl. He is surprised by how soft everything felt against his smooth and still raw skin. The bra felt tight and pinchy and the breastforms felt heavier than he expected. The stockings, he thought, would feel nice if it weren’t for the irritated skin that was still bleeding in a few spots. Then, they put a pair of block-heeled mary jane shoes on him and put tiny locks on the straps around his ankles.
For the first time since they began, Carl was brought before a mirror to admire their hard work. He finds it hard to believe the image looking back is really him. The breasts and petticoat gave him an exaggerated feminine shape. His privates and bottoms of his cheeks peeked out from the bottom of the lifted skirt. The stockings and shoes accentuated his legs nicely. The most disconcerting part was his face. Without hair and eyebrows, he didn’t recognize himself, unable to even read his own expressions with the lack of eyebrows.
Petunia takes out a tiny spray bottle and spritzes the foam in Carl’s mouth. The foam hardens and shrinks down to its original size. Petunia takes it from his mouth and tosses it in the trash can. “Come now,” Petunia says, taking Carl’s leash and pulls him back into the hallway, “It’s time your wife gets to see your progress!”
She then attached a small leather band just below the head of his penis and attaches it to a tiny leash. “Come along,” she says cheerily tugging him towards the elevator by his member. He reluctantly followed her into the elevator and to his fate.
Soon, they were in the Sissy Quarters, a cramped but brightly colored room full of pink and white bunk beds and all varieties of feminine decorations. “This is where you will sleep- once you’ve earned it. Until then, you will have to learn how to earn your place.” She claps her hands and the other sissies in the room circled around Carl and Petunia. “Sissies, this is Whore. She does not have a proper name, so refer to her as Whore for the time being. She was very naughty and did mean things to her wife.” The crowd boos and hisses in distaste. “What’s more, Countess requested that she be hairless. Does this look hairless to you?”
“No!” They shouted in unison. The group, seven in total, dragged Carl to the bathroom, which was not much more than a tiled room with spouts and drains. In one corner, a steel bar hangs from a chain. Petunia pushes a button on the wall, lowering the bar to chin height. Two of the sissies grabbed metal cuffs from the corners of the bar and pulled them down to attach to Carl’s wrists. They also locked his ankles to cuffs hooked to the floor. Petunia unlocked the leather restraints allowing Carl to move his arms briefly before Petunia pressed another button and the cables pulled his wrists to the bar. Petunia caressed Carl’s cheek. “I truly love the classic design of the ball gag, don’t you?” Carl grumbled. “I think we need something a bit more modern- and silent.”
She produces a small black ball from a little pouch on her apron. She undoes the ball gag and allows Carl to drool freely and stretch his jaw which was beginning to sore. “Can I have a drink of water?” Petunia smacks him across the face, “Despite what you think, Whore, I am above you in the household’s hierarchy. You use ‘Sir’ and ‘Madam’ when addressing your superiors. Also, use your politest words.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, pained, “May I please have some water, Madam?” Petunia smiles, “That’s better! Here you go!” She turns on a showerhead and turns it directly into his face. He does his best to gulp down the cold, pressurized water as it struck him. Petunia then shuts it off and says, “I bet that was most refreshing,” Carl huffs, “Please don’t do this to me, I know I screwed up but this is crazy!” Petunia shakes her head, “I’ll let you out if you really want; you’re not a prisoner. But your wife seemed quite serious and if you truly wish to prove your devotion you should say, ‘Ah!’” Carl reluctantly opens his mouth as the Head Maid squeezes the ball until it makes a crackle sound. She places it on Carl’s tongue and it immediately begins to swell and fill every available space in his mouth. He panics and tries to reach for it, but the bar prevents him from touching his mouth.
“Come now, Whore,” Petunia chastises as she pushes the button that pulls the chains until Carl’s arms are fully extended. “Gurls,” she commands, “prepare your tools and pick a body part.”
The sissies moved with an eagerness that frightened Carl. They each grabbed small steaming pots along with popsicle sticks and strips of fabric. One sissy opened a case revealing an electric razor. Petunia took the trimmer and immediately took after Carl’s head. Before he could take issue with his head hair being buzzed away as the warm wax started being spread across his calves and what he called his “Happy trail”. Two of the maids disappeared and reappeared toting a cart with buckets Carl could not see the contents of.
He whimpers as the first strip is ripped away from his calf. It felt as though his skin was on fire as the second leg strip pulled away. As painful as it was, he felt like he could take the rest of the waxing if that was as much as it hurt. Then they pulled the one across his belly.
He screamed as much as he could muster through the bizarre foam gagging him. He bucked and moaned until Petunia clasped his nose shut. “Settle down! So unbecoming to behave like this!” Carl gasped through the ball; it’s foam allowed air to pass through, though very little. He settled as he realized that one of them was smearing the sweet smelling wax over his armpits. He sighed sadly as he watched his brown wavy locks fall to the floor. He lets out another strained yelp as both his armpits are pulled out at once. Feeling like someone punched him in both armpits, Carl lost strength in his legs and hung from the metal bar for several seconds before he got back on his feet to stop the pain in his wrists.
The maids did not empathize with his plight. They mocked him as they spread wax across more of his body, stripping hair away in seemingly random patterns. “Silly Whore,” one whispered in his ear, “Why would you be cruel to your beautiful wife? You know how many of us would sew our holes shut to have what you tried to throw away?” More thigh hair ripped away, “Even for a sissy, you are a wimp! We haven’t even gotten to the really sensitive parts.” Carl’s eyebrows rose in fear. Petunia kisses him on the forehead, “It’s going to hurt so much worse before we’re done.”
The next glob of wax was spread across the top of his unkempt pubic mound. As the stick pushes the goo into his matted hair, Carl breathes deeply in preparation. The strip comes away and he wheezes in excruciating pain. Tears once again streamed from his eyes. Petunia frowned, “Tell me if you want to quit now. It hurts, I know, but most women do this on a regular basis. I can stop, you can leave, but you know what will happen if that is your choice.”
Carl takes a slow breath and shakes his head. “You want to continue?” Carl nods and more of the warm gooey wax is spread along his inner thighs. He wondered what he looked like with all his hair gone- probably like a cancer patient or some weird clone. Why did I even agree to this? He thinks as more hair is pulled away. He knew the reason, though. He broke his wife’s trust; he got her sick. What kind of apology could truly make up for such a thing? He truly was sorry, and if this was the only way she would forgive him, it was worth whatever torture this house could throw at him.
Petunia finishes buzzing his head and looks over her handiwork. “Get the hair cream and the Presentation Post.” More leg hair is ripped away as he sees two sissies carry in a heavy metal post with a long U-shaped top- just the right width for a neck. He feels the chain loosen as the two maids guide his head into the groove and lock the armbar to the post, preventing his head from moving upward. He then felt something hard and metal press against his ass cheeks and spread them apart until he could feel the cool air conditioning where he had never felt it before. He closed his eyes as he felt the wax spread along his inner cheeks and perineum. He jumped when Petunia began coating his head with a cold lotion. The lotion gets warmer and his scalp begins tingling. He yelps into the squishy yet solid foam as the untrimmed pubic hair is removed from his underside. Tears and snot drip from his face as they finish removing the hair from his body. His skin felt burning and numb at the same time.
Petunia took a rag and started rubbing the lotion away from his scalp. “Oh look at that,” she says holding the rag for Carl to see. It was covered in the remnant hair from his head, “You’ll be shiny and smooth in no time!” She wiped the rest of the cream away and stood him back up. “All that’s left is your boy bits and your face!” one of the sissies declares. One sissy pulls the leash still attached to Carl’s penis, pulling it taught. Another pulls his scrotum skin tight and flat while a third spreads wax along both. Then, they coated his eyebrows. Rip, rip, more tears and red skin as the maids finally finish their work.
Then, they threw buckets of icy water over him, causing him to inhale sharply and bounce on his restraints. Shaking and shivering, they undid his restraints and allowed him to sit on the floor and rest for a few minutes before they stand him back up and lead him to a large wardrobe opposite the bunk beds. Petunia opens the oak doors and rummages through a variety of outfits until she pulls out a short satin maid uniform. The other sissies dig through drawers until they find stockings, underwear and breast-forms. They dress him in a whirl. He is surprised by how soft everything felt against his smooth and still raw skin. The bra felt tight and pinchy and the breastforms felt heavier than he expected. The stockings, he thought, would feel nice if it weren’t for the irritated skin that was still bleeding in a few spots. Then, they put a pair of block-heeled mary jane shoes on him and put tiny locks on the straps around his ankles.
For the first time since they began, Carl was brought before a mirror to admire their hard work. He finds it hard to believe the image looking back is really him. The breasts and petticoat gave him an exaggerated feminine shape. His privates and bottoms of his cheeks peeked out from the bottom of the lifted skirt. The stockings and shoes accentuated his legs nicely. The most disconcerting part was his face. Without hair and eyebrows, he didn’t recognize himself, unable to even read his own expressions with the lack of eyebrows.
Petunia takes out a tiny spray bottle and spritzes the foam in Carl’s mouth. The foam hardens and shrinks down to its original size. Petunia takes it from his mouth and tosses it in the trash can. “Come now,” Petunia says, taking Carl’s leash and pulls him back into the hallway, “It’s time your wife gets to see your progress!”
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