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A Maid's Writing To The Unknown 1: After All, Now He Is She
By A. Anis
My misfortune, it is increasing every moment.
My Mistress, who is also a wealthy lawyer in Her own affairs, has been
redacting certified documents for me to legalize with my compulsory signature,
to evidence, Her total control of my affairs and properties. i can't think
straight now and don't know how to protect my self, even less after She has
forced me, apparently voluntary in presence and with the legalised signature
of a Notary and my lawyer, to sign each page of a document with a supposed
confession of my deviations. My 'will' is for me to be Her ward and my
voluntary degraded passion for what She is making do is my unmistakable
'preference', to be enforced by what She is doing to me, by a total
transformation by surgery. She is going to make me a girl forever, to
continue more properly in the future to come into Her service as a slut slave
maid. i have been told that this is what i want to be, for all my life.
My Mistress has obliged me, that while She makes order out of the transfer to
Her control of all my assets, that i must go out by my self and take care of
closing all my accounts. After all my intents, its has been unbearable to mask,
with the man clothes She permitted to me use for my last time, my tension.
Hiding the closed appliance of the uneasy chastity belt, the corset and the
brassier that have been locked by My Mistress, strengthening my safety as well
my body, for the amount of swelling on my thighs, hips and nipples, fortified
by my undies and the new look of my face, with the fixed make-up and coiffure
She made for me. My soft and feminised steps, the affectation which whom i move
and sit, is due to the ardour of my bum, for i must confess that my Mistress
used to be angry, for She always had to pressure me, punishing my clumsiness or
anything She considered bad. At the slightest fault of my hesitant mistakes, She
would order me to put down my panties and with a paddle, stick or whip,
strap furiously my ass.
The worst got to be out walking alone in the streets of my town. The glances of
the people i see. If any one looks at me, in this fashion, after all i have few
relatives or friends and when i can see some one coming in the distance i try to
elude them by changing to the other side of the street.
My relations have a very traditional behaviour, but to my horror, i bump into
two of my relatives to whom i can't escape and after a cold salutation, they
interrupt abruptly my embarrassing morning, hastily telling me, that they
don't like me and that they can assure me that not only am i gay, but also a
pernicious and vicious sissy, as they beat me. After that i remain dumb and
scared, sure in the opinion that, if it is not in the mind of everybody i know,
it's going round quickly and in time is becoming more and more of the truth,
condemning me, i cannot but help moaning to myself with sadness.
'?Yes! i am me, i am not a gay, i feel many times as a girl and i have dreamed
to be one and masturbated by myself disguised in a maid, but my transformation
has been enforced and blackmailed, this is the reason, that today and for all of
my days i am dominated and owned by a Mistress, to whom i must be Her maid and
Her slut.'
My ass is my clitty, but i need to cry '?No! i am not gay, i am a slave for my
big mistake, to a Mistress.' i have never had a choice, i don't like my new
standing, but unable to deny, that forcedly i am formally subdued to It.
It discomforts me to remember i bagan with my obsession to transform my self
to a lady, how well i felt wearing my undies and dresses, how sexually excited
i was to finish with a fantastic orgasm when wearing the maid's uniform and
frock, dressing like the maid i dreamt to be. i was happy doing all of the
labours of the house.
Now i can't think or dream about what i liked to do. i don't feel anything
more than panic at my mistake of being slaved. For my insanity, imprudence,
and stupidity, my strong, clever, beautiful, elegant and generous Mistress,
has Her full time submissive maid. Demanding She is of my behaviour and my work.
Making sure i look good wearing my uniforms, making sure I take care of my cleanness,
walking, make up, figure, humbleness, duties and total submission in my service
to Her, Her friends and Her caprices. i must forget my past, it is to
late for my regrets, but i am always so frightened and miserable that i am only
thinking on how to get a little of my Mistress mercy and good will, i know that
there is no remedy for me, other than to obey, stay attentive at Her service
and try, with my abilities to misery beggar her doggedly with the
submissiveness of my acts, to win a bit of Her benevolence and forgiveness for
any wrong importunely i can do. She is the owner who rightfully owns my body,
mind and soul, She has the measure for what i merit, need, shall do, and behave,
that is how to be.
Everything is ready, for my departure to my Mistress' Hometown.
It is harder to remember so long ago, when i went walking alone out by myself, to
experience the feelings of shopping as a maid, wearing my maid uniform as a game,
no one suspecting me of this incursion, to be other one that a formal maid of a
good home. After that i came back to my home, promising myself to never repeat this
experience. Now my promises can't be accomplished and there is nothing that i
can try or experiment to return my own will. Now i am forced, despised and
stay as a maid, wear clothes as a maid and be a maid as long as my Mistress likes.
Now i am ashamed to wear, live, do the chores and dress always in uniforms
and frocks; to go out travelling with my Mistress being a maid.
Now i am a maid. No dreams, no masturbation, no games, i am the real figure of what
i have been looking for and there is no exit or comeback, i am a real and
unmistakable maid and i can't leave it out of my mind, my Mistress advices to me,
that She is my only owner, She permits my orgasms, with my mouth, clitty or anthing
else she wishes. She has plans in Her mind to give my sex, not only to Her, but for the
pleasures of others.
i will continue my history, depending on the time and a new occasion of some freedom
to write, i feel the need.
A.Anis
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