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"Milk Maid"
I awoke this morning like any other day. I would soon be in my proper
maid's uniform dressed to serve my Mistress and Master in their opulent
home. But in the evenings the man of the house often liked to have me
dress up a bit more, he liked the "French maid" type, complete with a
lace trimmed, black satin maid's outfit with frilly apron and maid's
cap, stiletto heels and seamed fishnet stockings. He loved my jewelry,
my perfume, my makeup and loved the selection of wigs I would always be
required to wear and especially liked watching me flitter around the
house with a feather duster. Of course my hair and makeup was always
over done. I was his hyper-feminine vision. This may not seem that far
out of the ordinary in being in service to a mildly eccentric, idle
rich couple, but I am, or was, once a man!
I had met Bob and Carol through an ad in the paper just three years
ago. I was traveling across country looking for work and when the money
ran out I decided to apply for a housekeeper position. After meeting
the Cole's and seeing their nice home I took the job as soon as they
offered it to me. I was looking for something temporary, maybe being a
chauffeur or groundskeeper, but when I told them I could keep house and
enjoyed cooking they decided to give me a try as their live in help.
Bob worked in town and although he wasn't the richest guy on the block
he was efficient, counting every penny he made. He had been in business
but now mostly oversaw his rental properties which brought in a
comfortable income. Carol looked after a lingerie and dress boutique
Bob owned as well as a large day care center operation too that was
part of a large strip mall Bob owned as well. The money he made from
just that one property provided quite and income and with his other
apartment complexes, single homes and commercial buildings the Cole's
were more than financially stable.
What had happened to me was that while home one afternoon alone, I was
cleaning and came across Mrs. Cole's lingerie drawer. I always loved
women's lingerie and started sneaking a few items here and there and
when I was sure they would be away I would often explore her closets
and dress totally from head to toe and from the skin out! Then one
afternoon Carol came home unexpectedly!
I thought I was out of a job right then and there. Carol laughed as she
looked at me. My choice of clothes didn't match as a fashion statement
and my talent with makeup was more than amateurish! She took it in
stride though and mentioned she didn't mind what I wore as long as I
kept the house neat and kept cooking such delicious meals.
Then she offered to help me dress saying, "I could have you looking
great in no time! I could measure you for proper fitting clothes and
after some lessons in makeup and some training in being ladylike you
would be perfect." she smiled then added that, "It would be fun to turn
me into a project." and that she "relished the challenge." I was small
in stature and Carol mentioned that at only five feet-five in bare feet
that with luck she could make a passable woman out of me easily.
I had already been there for six months but was a bit worried about
Carol's plans. But, after some coaxing I went along. By that night she
had gone to her dress and lingerie shop and had returned with several
complete outfits that would fit me. She even brought lingerie, makeup a
selection of feminine wigs and several pairs of high heels to add to my
new wardrobe!
Carol had worked on me for nearly three hours then took me downstairs
to show Bob when he arrived home. He seemed the same as Carol and
thought it might be fun to see me in even more feminine finery and
immediately mentioned the "French maid's" type of costume he liked so
much. Carol agreed to pick me up one of those outfits and with that I
served dinner in the clothes I was wearing. It did seem strange that
during dinner Carol mentioned she had always wanted a daughter and
loved the name Priscilla! She started using the name on me almost
immediately but preferred calling me "Prissy."
The next several weeks were a bit of an evolution. Carol introduced me
to the full gamut of women's fashions but seemed to prefer the proper
days of the 1950's housewife! She started dressing me as the perfect
"lady-of-the-house" and more and more I would find myself teetering on
the black patent leather heels dusting the living room and den while
Dan looked on excitedly at my seamed hose and how they would swish
under my petticoats as I walked around the room. It wasn't long before
Carol had me dressed totally as a woman day and night. She redid my
room in pale pastel colors, even the carpeting and replaced all the
furniture with feminine white French provincial and added a mirrored
and lighted vanity as well as an extra dresser for my ever growing
wardrobe! I then noticed that more and more of my male clothing and
accessories were disappearing, along with my wallet and other papers,
until one day I realized I was living full time as a woman and had been
for quite some time!
Carol kept up working and polishing with me on my appearance,
deportment and demeanor. She had started corseting me almost from the
start calling it "figure training" but as time went on the corsets got
tighter. Then, once one corset could be easily laced tight, she simply
switched to a smaller one and continued on! My waist reduction made my
hips appear larger and wider and my bust area appear fuller being
squeezed the way I was. Even Bob noticed when I was in my special
outfit for him. I could tell because he started getting aroused while
watching me. His pants would "tent" and then he would usually excuse
himself until one evening he mentioned I could be a real "proper" maid
by giving a more "personal" service to him! It wasn't long after that
night that my dusting duties now included a blow-job for Bob! I didn't
like it but decided to put up with it. But more changes were on the way
as well.
It wasn't long before my hips started appearing wider and my breasts
were getting bigger! They got tender at first then started to grow! And
once the areola and nipples started getting larger and a more
pronounced darker pink in color I mentioned it to Carol. She giggled as
she told me that she was just getting started with me and that I was
still "a work in progress!" She had been giving me strong doses of
female hormones, putting them in my food and drinks and making sure I
had a constant supply flowing through my system!
She mentioned that since I was a sissy to begin with and seemed to
enjoy being the lady of the house that I might just as well stay on and
complete the process in every way. She even mentioned how much Bob
liked his blow-jobs and how he couldn't wait until I was complete so he
could have even more fun with me! Then she added a hormone laced breast
cream and began using a suction device on me every night to get my
nipples and areola to grow to feminine proportions!
I decided this was too much and to leave and told Carol I didn't want
to continue. I became unruly and became lax in my duties and in my
making proper meals at dinner over the next several days. Then one
night Carol became angry and summoned Bob. Together they pulled me to
my room and threw me down on the bed. Carol then took out a syringe and
a small vial of liquid; as Bob held me down she loaded the needle then
quickly raised my skirt, pulled my girdle and panties down, then after
swabbing a small area on my hip with alcohol I felt the needle stick
then felt her push the plunger down!
"I didn't waste this much time with you to stop now Priscilla dear."
Carol said. She finished the injection then commented that she was now
giving me a much higher dose of the female hormone estrogen and that
after my visit to the clinic I would really begin to "blossom!"
She had also given me a progesterone type drug that had shut down my
testicles but after my trip to the clinic a week later I didn't have to
worry about that anymore. Carol had, had them removed and now all I had
was an empty sack! The months continued on and without testicles and
the addition of hormone injections my bust really grew in size! I went
from a 34 "B" to a 34 "C" and then continued on to a 36 "D!" By the
time she had turned me into a 36 "DD" it didn't really matter anymore
because a month before the rest of my plumbing had been reworked.
Instead of a flaccid penis and an empty hairless scrotum, I now had a
pair of sleek, pouty vaginal lips and a sexually functional vagina!
Bob didn't take long before I was performing my new "wifely" duties!
Carol had moved into my room and transferred me into the master bedroom
where I would be available for Bob's every whim. She seemed to enjoy
not having to worry about sex anymore and at her age of middle 40's she
was content to just live a pampered life and not have to put up with
the day to day demands of being a housewife.
So now things were complete. I slept with Bob in my nightgown on satin
sheets, then every day arose and fully dressed and made myself up to be
presentable as a perfect old fashioned housewife. The cooking and
cleaning continued along with my services to Bob and even Carol at
times when she would have me under her skirt to service her orally!
They seemed more than pleased with their little Priscilla and over time
I eventually got used to my new situation. But my bust continued to
grow!
Carol continued my wardrobe and my bra changes to larger and larger
sizes. The hormone injections continued as did the corseting that
sculpted my waist and framed my now wide and womanly hips and now
pendulous bust! She beamed with satisfaction one evening to measure me
at a 44 "DD!"
"Mmmm, so feminine." she cooed. "Your breasts are even larger than mine
now!"
My clothing was tailored to my new sculpted shape and I continued on.
Bob loved the way my bust would jiggle and my hips would wiggle as I
minced about on my stiletto heels doing my daily chores. My bust kept
feeling bigger still, then my chest began feeling even heavier than
normal and one night when Carol was trying a new brassiere on me she
massaged each breast and began tweaking my nipples. I was horrified to
see milk erupt and then squirt out of each one! All to Carol's delight!
She began instructing me that I would need to milk myself then showed
me a breast pump device that nursing mothers use. When I felt the
pressure of the milk in my breasts I was to pump them dry to make them
feel better. I was told to get on a regimen to milk myself three or
four times a day and once done to put the milk into bottles and then
place them in the refrigerator. I wondered why and was told that she
would see to it the milk wasn't wasted by taking it to her day care
center!
I hated her for doing this to me. "Feel feminine now?" She giggled as
she sent me to bed to think things over. She said goodnight than added
"there's still a few things left for you to experience dear, I wouldn't
want to deprive you."
About a week later I got up and got ready to start my housework. Bob
had already left for the day. Carol entered the room with a new slip
and brassiere telling me she was helping me dress today. I bathed,
Naired away the stubble and then dusted off with a feminine floral
powder puff then added an after bath perfume then went in to dress.
I slipped my nylon panties on then pulled on my firm control panty
girdle complete with taupe colored, seamed garter stockings. Carol then
had me lean forward as she put a new brassiere on me. My breasts were
filled with milk, the nipples enlarged as they swung out in front of me
all to her delight. She quickly fitted me then secured the hooks in
back and adjusted the straps until my new pendulous bust stood straight
out! Carol helped me into a white satin teddy/corset liner then put a
white satin corset around my waist then laced and cinched it tight. She
added a white full slip and then had me step into a knee length chiffon
petticoat. She helped me into a 1950's type of house dress that
buttoned from the waist up in front and finished by tightening the
little belt around my already tiny waist. After slipping into my
stiletto high heeled ankle strap pumps Carol stopped me when I smoothed
my dress then moved to the makeup table to finish my look and pick out
a wig for the day to cover my short hair because Carol liked the
different look of wigs on me instead. She said I was perfect the way I
was as she led me out of the bedroom saying "you won't need makeup or a
wig today dear."
We crossed the living room headed for the kitchen when I saw a white
panel van with the logo for Carol's day care center on it backing into
the driveway and into the garage. A knock at the door was followed by
two women entering the house with a wheeled contraption. Before I could
object Carol had me take a seat in the wheeled cart while the other
women went to work. I didn't know what was going on! My knees were
strapped together as were my ankles. Then after they smoothed my dress
back out they put another strap across my waist and cinched it tight
keeping me firmly in the chair. They finished by tying my arms and
wrists to the two arm rests. I then realized why I didn't need any
makeup or a wig either. One of the ladies opened a package and took out
a wig and some kind of mask. When both of them came at me I could see
the mask was a female mask of a smiling woman. While the one woman held
my head the other folded the mask open and holding it, pushed a plug
into my mouth! The other woman pulled the latex mask over my head! It
fit like a bag, I struggled to get away; and as Carol watched giggling
at my predicament the first woman smoothed the smiling lady mask to my
face and pushed the nostril tubes into my nose. I heard Carol say that
after today "I would stop my belligerent spells and learn, even
appreciate being the proper maid and 'housewife.'" I then felt the
woman at the back pull the mask tight and start lacing it up the back.
The first woman then attached a pump apparatus to the lips of the mask.
After attaching the tube to a hidden valve she began pumping air into
the rubber gag in my mouthy until my cheeks were tight and my "glubs"
and moans were totally silenced! A feminine old fashioned wig complete
with hair bow was placed on my head and secured with keepers built into
the mask so it wouldn't come off.
They then checked the straps and began wheeling me out the kitchen door
and into the garage with Carol giving instructions to the ladies. "Give
him the whole day's treatment so he will be sure and feel 'feminine'"
she giggled. The women said they would make sure I was home that
evening and with that, I was wheeled out the door and into the waiting
van. After securing the cart in the back, the ladies entered the van,
and soon we were driving away!
A while later I could see the strip mall Bob owned coming into view.
The ladies pulled around back and backed the van up to a loading dock
of sorts. I was then wheeled out. I tried to struggle and crane my neck
and head around to get noticed but the ladies only laughed as they
wheeled me inside closing the doors behind them.
I then noticed the daycare atmosphere and several other women coming
and going. Everyone went about their business, including the women
wheeling me. Then we entered another door into a medium sized room. I
then got a shock to see other women working on what appeared to be
women or people like me strapped to similar carts wearing similar
clothes and all with the same type of mask and a feminine styled wig!
There were three of them already there, then it was my turn.
"This is Carol's new sweetheart Ruth" one of them said with a giggle.
"She wants pretty Priscilla here to get the full treatment, all day"
the other one said with another giggle. Ruth, the woman in the room who
seemed to be overseeing everything giggled in compliance then turned up
the large TV that was turned on in the corner and tuned to a woman's
morning show. She then returned to her coffee and her women's magazine
while she waited.
They then turned the cart and opened a set of curtains allowing me to
see the large child's area of the daycare center through a large one
way mirror. It was a very well run operation and everything was clean
and well kept. I could see women coming and going dropping off their
infants and toddlers and then leaving for the day.
The women then wheeled me over with the other occupied wheeled carts
then undid my arm and wrist ties. They then tied my wrists securely
behind me and hooked the padded leather cuffs tightly to a sturdy metal
catch at the back of the chair. Once they were sure I couldn't move
they left to attend their other duties for the day. Ruth then finished
her coffee and said aloud "well, we'd better get to work ladies! You
know one reason we're the best care provider in the area? It's because
of our 'personalized' service" she said with a giggle.
She walked over to the first person tied to the wheeled contraption and
began unbuttoning the front of its dress! Then she unhooked the slip
and finally undid the cups on the brassiere letting the large pendulous
breasts swing loose! She then took a baby wipe and carefully wiped the
nipples clean and then brought over a contraption for the front and
locked it in place. It was like a big tray, like the front of a baby's
high chair but looked more like a type of basket of sorts. Two ladies
appeared from another room each carrying a hungry, crying baby which
they placed in the basket. They then steered each baby to a large
distended nipple and adjusted the cradle contraption to allow them to
suckle this surrogate mother. Soon the babies were feeding and quietly
content. Then the ladies turned her attentions to me!
I tried to scream but couldn't make a sound! I tried to wiggle but
could only manage to swish the taffeta of my house dress and nothing
more! "I hope this one's not going to give us trouble" one of the
ladies said as they approached me. "This is Carol's sissy ladies" Ruth
said with a satisfied smile "and she's here for the whole day!" With
that the ladies giggled as they went to work on me. "I guess she wants
Priscilla here to get the whole treatment" One of them said as they
continued.
My cart contraption was wheeled away from the wall as I continued to
struggle but it wasn't any use! The ladies unbuttoned the front of my
dress and marveled at my large bust. Ruth then reached behind me and
tightened my wrist cuffs to the frame of the chair then put a wide
strap around my elbows. I heard her threading the loop through a buckle
and felt her adjust it then begin cinching it tight commenting to me as
she worked. She pushed me forward in my seat but being so securely tied
it only bowed me forward causing me to painfully arch my back! "So, you
little cross dressing sissies like to play 'lady of the house' humm?
She said with a lilting, mocking, vengeful tone as she leaned over me
tightening the leather strap. "Well, now we'll see how you like playing
'mommy' for real! And we'll start by having you breast feed a few of
our darling infants in our care, but we must hurry as it's almost the
morning feeding time!"
I tried to struggle but they only chuckled at my predicament. The two
women in front finished unbuttoning my dress and pulled it open wide.
They then undid the straps on my slip and teddy. They fumbled with the
hooks on the bra and pulled the top of the cups down. It was then I
realized that I was wearing a nursing bra!
Ruth then pulled the elbow strap tight shoving my chest and jiggly,
globe-like bust outward, another cinch and the strap was buckled tight.
After checking to make sure I couldn't move I was wheeled back towards
the wall facing the room in line with the other nursing "mothers." The
ladies locked the wheels so the cart couldn't move then brought over
the basket/cradle attachment and hooked it to the cart right in front
of my pendulous breasts. I then saw them leave and just as quickly
return with two more infants!
As the ladies waited in front of me Ruth massaged my breasts until
drops of milk formed on both nipples! She carefully wiped them off and
said with excitement "yes, nice! Sissy Priscilla here is going to be
our favorite little 'milk maid.'" With that the two ladies holding the
hungry infants placed them in the basket in front of me and steered
them towards my distended and engorged nipples! Soon they were quietly
feeding. I struggled to move but couldn't! The process continued on for
the other two helpless and carted figures just like me until finally
all four of us 'ladies' were busy. Satisfied, Ruth looked us over then
returned to her magazine, coffee and television show to wait.
It wasn't long until the babies were full and the ladies from the other
room returned. They removed them for burping, changing and to be put
down for the morning nap. Meanwhile, Ruth returned and going down the
line of bound and carted surrogate feeding mothers she cleaned and
wiped all of our breasts off. Then to my horror I realized another
round had started when another group of babies was brought into the
room! Ruth giggled as we struggled, our huge tits forced out
prominently in front of us bouncing, jiggling and dripping milk! My
areola and nipples now dark pink, swollen from use. I could feel them
getting even fuller and feel milk flowing towards my nipples! With no
need to prime them again the milk formed in droplets at the nipples
automatically now in anticipation of further feeding! In another few
minutes the attending ladies were gone and Ruth was back at her program
and we were once again forced to satisfy the needs of the infants!
Carol had turned me into a cow! A feeding machine. Forcing me to
realize why the lady overseeing the room called us 'milk maids' and
then remembering how efficient in business Bob was. We were supplying a
free supply of milk that didn't cost them anything! I learned that the
other carted individuals were similar to me, lone guys who had gotten
what they thought were cushy jobs but soon found themselves in this
almost surreal state! Carol had a small group of rich lady friends who
enjoyed being dominant and this was a way to keep unruly little 'maids'
in line if they ever decided to put up a fuss about their home or
'housewife' duties or domestic situation. And believe me it was a
convincing incentive!
Within little more than an hour all the carted 'slaves' except me were
wheeled away. Three more were brought in and readied for their service.
Then they watched me at the front of the line as I was prepared to once
again feed two more babies! My breasts were sore, throbbing and my
nipples were raw and my arms and back ached as they put two more babies
in my basket and they began suckling madly. I tried to struggle away
but could barely twitch all to the on looking ladies delight! I was
finally spent and when the ladies couldn't massage any more milk out of
me Ruth said "I guess the little sissy is spent. Get her ready and
we'll take her back to Carol." I then saw them bring out a cart of
bottled milk provided in part, by all the other lactating sissy
housewives in Carol's little circle of friends.
My bra was rehooked and my slip replaced. The ladies then buttoned and
straightened my dress and soon I had made the trip back to Bob and
Carol's house. They untied me and pulled me out of the contraption once
they had wheeled me into the kitchen. Carol told me to go to my room
and take a nap but be changed into a fresh dress and be ready to cook
dinner later that evening. The ladies laughed as I stumbled and wobbled
away on my high heels.
I then knew that I would return to being the perfect 'housewife' for
Bob and Carol and continue to use the breast pumping device to keep my
breasts from being painfully full. But with the injections I was
getting I assumed I would be giving milk for quite a few years to come
and along with several others like me, would continue to provide milk
for the day care center. I would now be the perfect 'housewife' and
Carol and Bob knew it! They knew I now realized that this was far
better than ever having to undergo another punishment ever again as a
'Milk Maid!"
THE END?
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