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A Halloween Party by Sissie Maid Cuckold "Hi, my name is Rebecca and this is my boyfriend Tyrell and we are giving a big Halloween party. My husband Timmy here has volunteered to be our server at the party and we were looking for the perfect uniform for him". "Ah hi I'm Lisa. Did you say your...boyfriend and your husband or did I hear you wrong?" "Yes that's exactly what I said, this is my boyfriend Tyrell and this is my husband Timmy." "Ah Ok I thought I miss heard you. Ah sure follow me we have a good selection of uniforms that should be suitable for him for the occasion." Rebecca and Tyrell followed behind Lisa with Timmy lagging even further behind with his beat red face. He had not exactly volunteered to be their server, Rebecca, his cuckoldress wife had dictated to him that he was going to be the server and when she asked him if he understood he said he did and would. However, he said so not because he truly wanted to be placed in this humiliating and degrading situation but rather because he did not want Tyrell to put his weak body over his knee and spank him again in front of his wife and then make him stand in the corner while he made love to her over and over and over! Lisa led the trio to the racks that held the butler uniforms and stood by the side and held out her hand indicating the selection. "Miss, these are butler uniforms, does my husband look like a butler to you?" Lisa was caught off guard thinking this was exactly what Rebecca wanted. After all she had asked for a server's uniform and wasn't a butler's uniform the perfect thing? "Well... yes Ma'am did you say you wanted a server's uniform for your...your husband?" "You heard me right but do you really think a weak impotent specimen such as he deserves such a macho type uniform?" Timmy turned even redder than he already had been which was an amazing feat in itself. Lisa looked at him and she kind of saw him in his true form for the first time. Compared to Tyrell, Timmy was a pathetic male specimen. Small, spindly, meek, submissive, just about everything no woman wanted in a man! She stared at Timmy and mentally compared him to Tyrell who was very masculine, had that manly aurora of confidence and just drew out the feminine side of a real woman in jungle cat sense. Then she looked back at Rebecca as if not knowing what to say. Rebecca read her mind, "My dear, perhaps you have something suitable for a server that is less macho and more suitable for a wimp such as Timmy here?" Timmy cringed as his wife continued to describe him in the most unmanly manner. Yet he had neither the balls nor the will to challenge her on her abusive behavior in front of this perfect stranger. Lisa was like most women when they see a weak pathetic male who will not stand up for himself, she showed him no sympathy. She began to feel the wimp deserved what he was getting or he would not be getting it. She thought for a minute and then asked, "You want less Macho huh?" "Yes Lisa far less Macho." "How far less macho?" "As far less macho as you can get, surprise us and show us what you really think he should be wearing to my boyfriends and my party to serve our guests in. mind you, some of them are his very own friends and coworkers, make it special Lisa, very fitting and special." Rebecca then smiled at Lisa and Lisa smiled back. Lisa was feeling the heat between her legs thinking about how this husband was being cuckolded and treated like a servant. She was feeling the excitement from his humiliation and embarrassment and thought what the heck, this couple seems adventurous and open minded let's play the game and see where it goes. She continued to think a bit and then the light went on. A server, one who is as afar from macho as it gets...what about a French maid's uniform? Yes, she thought, let's see what happens. If it goes bad I can always say I was just kidding. But, she thought, either way I will see that panty waist of a husband turn even brighter red! She smiled to herself and said, "Ok I think I have what you want, follow me." Lisa led them out of the men's costume department and into the lady's costume department. Timmy trailed behind like a lost puppy as usual doing as told and saying nothing. Finally, Lisa arrived at a rack of Black and white uniforms, maid's uniforms and more particularly French Maids uniforms! Timmy was behind his wife and her lover and was not yet privy to what exactly they were looking at. But the rest of them could see quite well. Lisa stood to the side and held out her hand and asked, "Do you find these costumes more fitting to your purpose? Do you feel these would be suitable for your...husband...to wear as a server at the party?" "Before I answer that Lisa, let me ask you. How do you think they would suit a husband whose wife and her boyfriend are giving a big party where the husbands friends and coworkers will be present? Do you think it will present him in the proper fashion to the guests and allow him to perform his duties properly as the server while helping all the guests to easily identify him as the server?" Lisa smiled and felt she understood the question and the reason for it. So, she replied, "Oh yes perfectly. This uniform will easily identify little (she had no idea how that slipped out but was glad it did) Timmy as the server and make sure there will be no mistaking that. I am quite sure that since you and your boyfriend will be hosting the party this costume will also make sure that everyone understands that it is you two hosting the party and who the hosts and who is in charge are. And since this uniform is specifically designed for servants I can't imagine a more perfect costume than this one." As Lisa was speaking they moved to allow Timmy to see the uniforms and what exact uniform Lisa was referring to. There had been no mention of him wearing such a uniform to for the party and the realization of what Lisa was proposing both horrified and shocked his senses. Timmy's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as his heart began to race and his breathing went shallow fearing that his wife might actually accept this lady's idea. It had to be one of her ways of humiliating and intimidating him surely this could not really be going to happen. Not in front of his friends and coworkers. Sure, Rebecca had made him do many crazy things and sure she had this lover and had others but it was always kept private. Held over his head for sure but always kept private. "You do make some very good points...Ok do you have one in his size?" Lisa smiled, she was getting very excited about the prospect of seeing this poor wimpy husband made to go home and wear a girl's uniform in front of so many people but even more thrilling was his wife who was going to openly attend this party with her lover! It was just so exciting and yes Timmy had gotten even redder which seemed impossible to Lisa but there right in front of her was the living proof. "What size does he wear?" Rebecca knew perfectly well that Timmy was a size 9 but she too wanted to extend Timmy's humiliation and encourage Lisa into greater participation. "Oh I am not sure, why don't you hold a few of them up to him and we can get an idea." Lisa jumped at the chance and she could feel herself moisten as she did so. Timmy was horrified but knew better than to resist. "Oh for goodness sakes Timmy get your shoes, pants and shirt off so we can get a better idea." Timmy froze and then his eyes flashed back and forth between Lisa and Rebecca as if he were trying to tell his wife there was a woman in the room that she had apparently not noticed. But Rebecca was having none of it. "Timmy, should we show Lisa here what happens to you when you displease me, I am sure Tyrell will be glad to demonstrate?" Tyrell took one step towards Timmy and Timmy was already taking of his shirt. Lisa giggled at the threat and wondered exactly what would have happened to Timmy had he not immediately complied but as she wondered she became amazed. Timmy had on a bra, a corset and a camisole underneath the heavy man's shirt he had been wearing. And no hair under his arms and apparently, none on his chest either. "For goodness sakes Timmy get your trousers off and hurry it up!" It was quite obvious to Lisa that Timmy was petrified to undress in front of her exposing his feminine underthings to a complete stranger but it was even more obvious that he feared the consequences of resisting even more! Lisa watched curiously to see what would be revealed on his bottom half after seeing what appeared on the top half. She was not disappointed. Timmy soon stood there in a garter belt, nylons and panties. His legs obviously shaven and his toe nails painted a hot pink! "Now do you see Lisa why the other uniforms were far to macho for him?" "Oh yes, yes indeed I do. How...?" "How what Lisa?" "Oh sorry its none of my business." "How long has Timmy been a sissy?" "Well...yes, I guess." "Oh for over five years now, hasn't it Kimmy...you see we call her by her sissy name Kimmy when she is not dressing in male things...hasn't it Kimmy?" Kimmy now in full feminine submission nodded her head and said, "Yes Ms. Rebecca." Lisa laughed out loud from excitement and tension both. "But this is the first time I am going to publicly expose Kimmy to her friends and coworkers and I want it to be special." Kimmy's eyes focused on Rebecca looking for any sign of a tease or a joke as she had done to him many times before making him fear something and then retracting it just before it could happen. But Kimmy did not see that this time. She began to feel doom and defeat in her soul, her gut twisting knowing if Rebecca wanted it that this what would happen and she could do nothing to stop her. It was as if she was being led off to the slaughter. Kimmy had been committed and there was no way out for her. Lisa really loved the idea, sure she had seen males dressed as girls in the costume shop before and even a few by their dominant wife's or girlfriends but never had she been part of a situation where the husband was being made such a complete and total fool of, used and abused, embarrassed and humiliated so deeply and permanently all at one time. She loved seeing a man so totally out of character in every way! "Well I think it's time we see him in his new uniform. Do it up right and special please." Lisa nodded her head and smiled a huge smile as she turned Kimmy around and around and studied her. "Do you mind if I tighten her corset a bit, I think we can get her in a size smaller uniform if I do?" "Please do, you have free access to whatever you think will help of be good to do." Lisa smiled and Kimmy cringed! "Come over here Kimmy and up on this box. Grab hold of that bar above you and hang on and DON'T let go, you understand?" "Yes Ma'am." Lisa liked the respect Kimmy had just shown her and it egged her on even more. After Kimmy had tight hold of the bar above her head Lisa kicked the box out and Kimmy hung there suspended sacred to death! Lisa went about tightening up Kimmy's corset. It was a painful affair for Kimmy but so what, he was only a sissy and a sissy's place was to please not be comfortable. Lisa was able to reduce Kimmy's 28 inch waist to a mere 27 inches. This gave the illusion of bigger hips which both Lisa and Rebecca liked. "Ok my sweet you can let go now." Kimmy let go and plopped to the floor feeling the effect of the tightened corset and making it more difficult to take a deep breath. Lisa marveled at the way his outer male clothing had hidden the feminine form that she now saw. "Ok let's get you a bust." Lisa had several types of bust padding from Styrofoam pads to liquid filled pads and she choose the highest quality ones. She pulled Kimmy's pink lacey bra out from his body and tucked them in perfectly. She then placed her hands under his fake breasts and lifted them. "Ahhh yes very nice, very nice indeed and they should give you some jiggle when you walk." Kimmy stared down at them not sure what to think. It certainly wasn't the first time he had ever worn falsies but somehow this was different. He was beginning to warm to Lisa and how she was handling him. Kimmy, like most every other sissy liked a woman in charge. It just seemed natural and when the woman in charge was paying attention to them and fussing over them it was...well...always sorta nice. Lisa found a pair of black spike heels, 4" high. She worried these might be too tall for a sissy but Kimmy seemed to get along in them just fine. Kimmy had very small feet for a man but then was he really a man? Maybe not, thought Lisa. "Ok my dear let's get a petticoat on you then your dress. Kimmy had been forced to wear many feminine items and some of them for a long time but he had never had on a true fluffy petticoat. It felt marvelous to him as Lisa put it over his head and down his body. It was so full, fluffy, soft and lacey. It was a giant combination of femininity all bundled into one. It felt great, it looked wonderful and it swished very easily. Kimmy couldn't help but to walk and wiggle to make the petticoat swish and he suddenly realized he was doing it and everyone was watching him. Whoops! Thought Kimmy and he stopped immediately and hung his head in shame. The rest laughed at him. "See Rebecca, I told you your husband was a natural panty waist." "Yes you did Tyrell and you were so right." She turned and put her arms around her Black lover and kissed him long and deep. Tyrell placed both her hands on her ass and pulled her close to him and kissed her back passionately while Kimmy stood by head hung embarrassed and humiliated by the overt act. Lisa looked at the couple then at Kimmy and smiled while raising her eye brows. "Your wife certainly seems to like her boyfriend." "Yes Ma'am very much so Ma'am." "How does that make you feel being her husband and all?" "If she likes it then she should be able to do it." Lisa raised her eyebrows, "who told you to think that?" "Ms. Rebecca did Ma'am." "Uh ha, I thought so. Well never mind let's get your dress on." Lisa put the French Maid's dress over Kimmy's head and turned him and zipped up the back. "What do you all think of your new sissy maid?" Rebecca smiled and nodded in approval. "It fits perfect Lisa, great job. I didn't bring a wig or makeup for him, can you take care of that as well?" "Oh I'd love to Rebecca." "Ah Lisa we have an appointment to be at can we come back in a little while and pick him up?" "Sure how long will you be?" "Oh I am not sure but if your done before hand consider him your maid and at your disposal and I sincerely mean that, expose or use him in any way you wish. Now listen to me Kimmy, you do what Lisa says or when we get back Tyrell will deal with you accordingly and you should know I consider any infraction twice as bad when it is done in front of a friend or guest, is that clear Kimmy?" "Yes Ma'am very clear Ma'am." Rebecca and Tyrell left holding hands and laughing. "Ok Kimmy you heard what your wife said. I must be honest I am very tempted to get you in trouble just to see what Tyrell will do to you. He is such a manly man and I am sure he could do some pretty interesting things to a little sissy panty waist like you, so...better be on your best behavior." Kimmy's eyes got big. He knew his wife and Tyrel never bluffed so he assumed Lisa wasn't either. Lisa saw the look of fear on his face and she loved it! "Ok come with me, were going over to the other side where we do makeup professionally. Sit here in this chair and don't you dare move an inch or I will tell Rebecca you threw a fit and gave me a terrible time while she was gone. What do you think about that Kimmy?" Oh, Miss Lisa please don't tease about that. Tyrell loves to paddle me to tears and then place me in the corner while he makes love to my..." "Your what Kimmy, your what, go on?" Kimmy hung his head in shame as he realized he had reveled much more than he intended to being upset about getting yet another over the knee spanking from Tyrell. Tyrell spanked him so hard and so long that Kimmy would be sobbing uncontrollably before Tyrell got done and Kimmy would do just about anything to avoid such a punishment. "Your wife Kimmy? You mean to say you allow another man to put you over his knee, lift your little sissy dress and paddle you until you cry? And then you stand in the corner for him while he fucks your wife's brains out and you must listen to her praising him? Is that what your telling me you little sissy panty waist?" Tears were dripping from Kimmy's eyes as he sat there enduring this stranger relating EXACTLY what had happened on way too many occasions for Kimmy. He nodded his head and finally the words came out. "Yes Ms. Lisa that's exactly what he does, it is horrible, I hate it and please don't make me have to go through it again, please Ms. Lisa, please. "Well I'll tell you what Timmy, you sit perfectly still for my makeup work and don't resist, ask questions or complain and I won't. Ok. But if not...well..." "Ok Ms. Lisa I will, I will do what you tell me to do." Rebecca had put makeup on Kimmy before so he wasn't totally unfamiliar with wearing makeup but it had been limited and only done by Rebecca. So, when Lisa asked him if he had ever worn makeup before he admitted he had and that Rebecca had put it on him. Lisa explained that what he had worn was home make up and this was professional makeup. It was a bit more complicated but the results were much better. In reality, Lisa was planning to put permanent makeup on Kimmy. Permanent makeup technicians use a hollow needle that releases color into a hole in your skin. Although pigment is applied to the top layer of skin only, the procedure may still sting -- just like it does when you get a tattoo. Lisa thought this was the perfect way to complete the metamorphous that Rebecca had begun. If she were truly going to out Kimmy to his friends and coworkers and introduce her Black lover to them at the same time it was obviously a well-planned, thought out and permanent move. What could be better than to know the pansy could never hide as a male again? "Now Kimmy, we want you to look very good and very special for your coming out party." "What coming out party Ms. Lisa?" "I mean the Halloween party Kimmy, never you mind now just listen to me. So, I am going to do a professional make up job on you that will last through the party." "But Ms. Lisa the party is not for three days yet, wont it wash off by then?" "Kimmy, what did I say about asking questions?" "Not to Ms. Lisa." "And?" "I am sorry Ms. Lisa I just wanted to know..." "Kimmy I will tell you everything you need to know, if I don't tell you then you don't need to know, do you understand?" "Yes Ms. Lisa." Lisa went back to work and continued to talk to Kimmy as she applied permanent Lip liner and then lipstick. This was followed by permanent eye liner, mascara and eye shadow. She put some foundation on his face and a little blush on his cheeks and she was quite satisfied with the results. Kimmy had no idea of course that he now had on mostly permanent makeup and was stuck with it forever! Kimmy wanted to see but Lisa told him not yet. She found a high end blond wig and put that on his head, adjusted it and combed it out until it looked natural and pretty. But she wasn't done yet. She told him, "Kimmy we need to do your finger nails next, you can't present as a proper sissy maid with those nails." Lisa glued on porcelain nails and painted them flawlessly. Kimmy was relaxed and taking it all in. Wrapped in all the feminine finery and all the humiliating and embarrassing things that had been done to him that day, well, the combination of it all had seduced him. He liked all the attention and closeness of Lisa. As the nails were drying from the last clear coat Lisa put his maids cap and choker on him. He looked spectacular if she did say so herself. He did not look gaudy or masculine or like a guy in drag he looked the part of a sophisticated and skilled French Maid. Lisa kept smiling at him and it was starting to get to Kimmy. "What Ms. Lisa, you keep looking at me, what is it do I look funny?" But Lisa did not answer she just looked him in the eyes and shook her head and continued with her work. When she was done, she helped him out of the chair and over to the mirror. "Well?" Kimmy's eyes nearly left his head. He wasn't sure at first who was in the mirror but whoever it was, was surely very beautiful. He thought it might be him but he really could not believe he could look that good. So, he turned and bobbed and tried to get the reflection to change but it would not change no matter what he did. It was him, that gorgeous girl in the mirror was him. Just how could it be? Then he gave it all away and smiled. He didn't just smile though, he beamed. His smile was so big it could not be disguised or hidden it was a beacon of smiles! Lisa knew then and there she had accomplished what she wanted to accomplish regardless of what Rebecca had planned. She had turned a pansy male into a beautiful sissy. She felt power like never before. It was an amazing feeling to transform a male into a pretty girl. To take control over that soul and turn it into a play thing for her own enjoyment but apparently, it wasn't only for her own joy. Others, namely Kimmy certainly was seeming to enjoy the transformation as well which was really Kool! Kimmy began to really study her appearance in the mirror and to look at herself directly as well. She walked across to and from the mirror to see what she could see. Suddenly she looked at Lisa, ran to her, hugged her and thanked her. "What was that all about?" "Oh Ms. Lisa I am sorry, it's just...well...it's just that..." "What Kimmy stope stammering and spit it out." "Well, Ms. Lisa, it's just that you showed so much attention to me and worked so hard to make me look so beautiful that well...I just wanted you to know that I appreciated it. I guess the whole thing overcame me a bit and I acted a bit emotionally and foolishly, I'm sorry but I do love it and thank you for that." "Nonsense Kimmy, your fine besides you're not only supposed to look like a pretty girl your supposed to think and act like one, aren't you?" "Yes Ma'am I guess I am." "Well then you did just perfect." "So you won't get me in trouble with my wife and Tyrell then?" Lisa stared at her and scowled and then said, "Well I would really like to see what Tyrell puts you through...but I guess not this time. But next time you do get in trouble I want to be invited over to watch." Kimmy's eyes got big. "Oh Ms. Lisa please no its so embarrassing." "That's the point isn't it Kimmy?" "I guess...well part of it, it hurts like H double LL to." "Well I think as a sissy you need and deserve those sorts of things, after all if you're not man enough to wear the pants in your house which is obviously the case and not man enough to stop your wife from taking and flaunting a lover, then I think you really do deserve to be punished like that and I want to see it." Kimmy raised his eyebrows and then nodded and said, "I guess your right Ms. Lisa, and I guess I owe you big time for all you have done so ok I'll ask Ms. Rebecca to call you next time but boy am I going to be embarrassed!" "Ok Kimmy, what do you know about being a sissy maid?" "Really nothing Ms. Lisa." "Ok then lets teach you a few things. I am sure your wife will instruct you further but this will give you a heads up on what you will need learn." Lisa then worked with Kimmy on how to curtsy, how to carry a tray, set a table and serve sitting guests. How to greet the door and take wraps and hang them properly. She helped Kimmy put some wiggle in her walk and showed her how to bend properly as a sissy maid reveling her panties in an appropriate manner. She instructed her on how to address people properly especially since they would all be her superiors. Kimmy actually found the instructions quite exciting and interesting. She strived to learn and perfect all of them. They went on for nearly two hours and then Lisa said to Kimmy, "You know Kimmy I like you a lot and I love what your wife and her boyfriend are putting you though., I think it is so exciting to see your life as a man ripped out from under you and you totally feminized and exposed to your friends and coworkers." Her last words brought the realty of the situation back into focus for Kimmy and her sissy eyes flared and her breathing increased. "Oh but Ms. Lisa, I forgot about that part. I can't do that I will die; they will all laugh and make fun of me for being a sissy and for my wife having a Black lover it will be just awful oh what will I do?" "Oh now see I don't think that way, I think it will be wonderful." "How Ms. Lisa how can you say that?" "Because Its true. Sure, you will start out being humiliated and embarrassed and yes you will probably think you will die but you won't. And no not one of your friends or coworkers will have an ounce of respect for you until...until you are the best sissy French Maid in the history of the world and then they will accept you for what you are. And I bet before the night is out they will all want you as their sissy maid for home or a party." "But what about Tyrell? They will all see my wife has a Black boyfriend and that he is the boss." "No doubt, Tyrell is pretty hard to miss or ignore. He is a real hunk and when his dark skin contrasts with her very light skin it is an amazing thing to see and highly sexual as well if I must say so myself. But I think that can be to your advantage." "My advantage? What in this whole thing could possibly be to MY advantage?" "Oh stop feeling sorry for yourself Kimmy. If and that's a big if, if you were any kind of man you would not have allowed your wife to sissify you, take a lover, let her lover take control of the house and on and on. You are a sissy and it's obvious that you like being a sissy so suck it up and be the best sissy you can be because you certainly failed in the man department! Kimmy's eyes fell to the floor and her mouth pouted. "You might just as well accept that you are going to be exposed and humiliated, obviously, your wife has lost all respect for you and it's no wonder. I didn't even see the tiniest of bulges in your panties before we dressed you, how tiny are you anyway?" Kimmy had never been talked to so brashly before, not even by his domineering wife. He was shocked and horrified and yet felt he had to answer or something. He feared and respected Lisa. "I...I'm almost 5"." "Almost five inches! Are you serious?" Kimmy now scared replied, "Yes Ma'am...honest." Lisa shook her head in disbelief. "What is your wife supposed to do with that? That's nothing more than a frustration digit! I have seen bigger dicks than that on newborns! That's ridiculous, no wonder she found herself a real man and turned you into a sissy. Aren't you ashamed of yourself for having such a small...thing...I don't even know what to call it, it's not a dick nothing that small could be considered a real dick!" "I can't help it Ma'am, it's not like I told it to be that size." "I suppose you can't but you certainly could have warned her before you got married. Did you two have sex prior to getting married?" "No Ma'am." "Of course not she would have never married you had she known, that's for sure." "Yes Ma'am, I mean No Ma'am, I mean..." "Oh stop! Well after what I have done to you she won't ever have to worry about you misleading women again. There will be no more pretending for you, you pathetic little panty waist." Kimmy thought about that comment for a moment and thought she maybe meant about dressing her and fixing her up like she currently was but there was something more ominous about her statement that bothered Kimmy so she finally worked up the courage and asked, "Ma'am, what do you mean when you say what you have done to me?" Lisa looked at Kimmy and saw the fear in her pretty made up eyes. The dark eyeline and mascara highlighted how open they looked. She smiled coyly at Kimmy and said, "Most of the makeup you have on is permanent makeup Kimmy which means it can never be taken off. It's there forever so you can never look like a boy again." Kimmy's heart began to race as the consequences of what Lisa had done to him sank in. He began to hyperventilate and Lisa actually became concerned. "Here sit down Kimmy and calm down its done and there is no undoing it you just have to accept that now." She now wondered if her idea had been such a good one. "You mean I have to pretend to be a girl the rest of my life now?" "Well I would rather think of it as you don't have to pretend to be a man the rest of your life now Kimmy. Come on face it sissy boy you're not a man not a real man anyway. What's your wife supposed to do with you. You really think she could ever think of you as a man ever again? No way baby girl, you're a pansy you are not a man and this whole thing about exposing you at the party is all about one thing, pushing you over the top. Everyone you know will see you for what you really are and that's the deal isn't it. You have been pretending to be a man but now they will see you as the good little submissive servant girl you really are." "But Ms. Lisa, please, what am I supposed to do this is way too overwhelming for me to deal with?" "Now that's very simple my dear. All you have to do is what you are told. Be a good little sissy, stop thinking anything remotely masculine and adopt everything feminine and I am sure you will be just fine. Come here...stand in front of the mirror again...now what do you see? Do you see a man or a very pretty servant girl looking back at you?" "A servant girl I guess." "Exactly and a very pretty one at that if I do say so myself. Now are these clothes more fun to wear or are your ugly old boy clothes more fun?" "Well these are a lot nicer to look at and I guess they do feel better when I think about it." "See its all good. Now stop for a second and close your eyes. Can you picture you as a boy or as a pretty servant girl easier?" Kimmy did as told and tried to picture both in his mind. "I can't picture me as a boy anymore just like I am now, is that bad?" "No Kimmy it's not bad at all that's the ONLY way anyone can picture you...see what I mean that's the real you and that proves it." Kimmy just raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement of Lisa's comments. He was calming down and beginning to accept the way things were. He looked into the mirror again with a new found enthusiasm and swished his skirt back and forth and admired the view. He was also secretly beginning to notice and like all of the feelings that the clothing imparted on his body. The bra hugging him and the weight and movement of the breast forms. The way the tightened corset squeezed his waist and gave him a better figure. The caress of the panties on his tiny little dickette. The feel of the nylons on his smoothly shaven legs and the way the heels made him stand to keep balance. He could even smell the feminine fragrance that the foundation and blush gave off. Maybe it wasn't all so terribly bad after all? "Hi Lisa, how did it go?" Asked Rebecca suddenly. Upon hearing his wife's voice, Kimmy quickly turned around to face her. Rebecca looked back and forth between Kimmy and Lisa not half believing what she was seeing. She had put makeup on Kimmy before but he never looked like this. "Wow, wow, wow is all I can say...WOW! Kimmy got embarrassed by the way his wife was looking at him. It was obvious by her facial expressions that she was quite pleased with the look and totally amazed. He must really look good he thought to himself to get this kind of reaction from his wife. It made him feel proud but a little bit embarrassed to be the center of so much attention. "Lisa you are amazing, this is excellent. I am very impressed." "Rebecca, let me ask you something. Is it your intentions to keep Kimmy as your sissy maid from the party on? I mean is this his and I guess your coming out party to show the world what he really is and that you are a Fem Dom with a lover?" Rebecca looked at her a second and said, "I guess it is I never really thought about it like that. I guess it just creeped up on me but yes I guess so why?" "I was sure that was the case so to help you and Kimmy out I put permanent make up on him. Not all of it but much of it so he can never go back and try to pretend to be a man again, I hope that's ok with you?" "What is permanent?" "Oh the lip liner and the lip color, his eye liner and mascara and the eye shadow." "Seriously...all of that is permanent?" Lisa a bit nervous now, "Yes." Rebecca studied Kimmy and then broke a smile, "I love it I love that you will never be able to be anything but my little sissy maid servant Kimmy I LOVE it. Thank you Lisa, thank you very much for all that you have done. If there is ever anything that I can do besides your bill of course please let me know I am so grateful for all your help." "Well there are two things I would like to ask of you if you don't mind. If it's too much I will understand." "No, not at all, what is it?" "First I was wondering if I could come to your party I would just dearly love to see the humiliation and embarrassment that is going to be heaped on him by all of his friends and coworkers as they figure this all out." "Done, you are invited, I was going to invite you anyway and what's the second thing?" "I would just dearly love to be present the next time Tyrell spanks Kimmy. I think it would be so much fun to watch how a real man disciplines a pansy like Kimmy in front of his wife." Rebecca thought about it for a second, "Did Kimmy tell you the whole routine and what happens after the spanking?" "You mean about being put in the corner while Tyrell makes love to you? Yes, she told me." "And you want to be there for the whole thing?" "I know it may sound a little strange but I think him knowing that I am a witness to the entire thing will be really good for him. Can you imagine anything more humiliating than that for Kimmy? And I won't interfere besides I would like to know that you are getting what you deserve from a real man now that you put Kimmy in her proper place." Rebecca thought about for a second and said. "Sure why not I owe you big and I am Ok with you being there and yes I agree it will be very good for Kimmy." Kimmy stood there mortified as Tyrell smiled a big smile at Kimmy and nodded his head in full approval. Kimmy noticed that Tyrells bulge which was already substantial under normal circumstances was growing. This only meant one thing to Kimmy, that Tyrell fully approved of the idea and was looking forward to it. The ladies noticed Kimmy staring at Tyrells huge bulge and looked for themselves and then smiled at each other. Then Rebecca got a wicked smile on her face and said, "You know maid Kimmy, you will be a maid to Tyrell as well and if you know anything about real men and sexy French Maids your duties will be getting expanded beyond just the cleaning and cooking. I thinks its high time you learn to appreciate what I appreciate most about Tyrell." Kimmy understood all too well what Rebecca was referring to and it shocked him to the point where his jaw dropped open. Rebecca laughed and said, "You got the right idea Kimmy, first you open your mouth full open. Ah...Lisa... would you mind if we took Kimmy to the next step right here and now?" "You mean?" "Yes that's exactly what I mean it looks like poor Tyrell could use some relief and Kimmy already has her mouth wide open no sense letting it go to waste is there?" "No not at all proceed, please I don't want to stand in the way of anything." "Ok Kimmy you heard her. Get on your knees now in front of Tyrell." Kimmy's eyes looked like they would pop out of his head. There was no way he wanted to do this and especially in front of everyone. "Kimmy, I promised to invite Lisa to your next paddling we could do that first...right here and right now..." Kimmy swallowed hard and moved like a snail directly in front of Tyrell. His eyes still fixated on Tyrells huge bulge. As he got directly in front of the handsome Black man his eyes rose to Tyrells and locked on to them as if Tyrells eyes had powers. Kimmy slowly sank to his knees and started to pull down the zipper. After he got the zipper down he unsnapped Tyrel's pants and his 8.5-inch hard Black cock popped out and hit Kimmy right in the face. Lisa put her hand over her mouth when that happened. Kimmy changed her focus on to Tyrells cock. She had seen it before but never this close. She had never felt the heat and inhaled the scent of it either. It was impressive and captivating and suddenly she only wanted one thing, to touch, kiss, hold and suck it. And that's what she did, her instinct took over and she kissed the head and held it gently in her fingers as she did. Then she kissed the shaft and licked it and soon was sucking it. Her wife and Lisa stood by with their pussies dripping wet watching the hot scene. There was something so sexy about a real man dominating a sissy and making his submit to sucking his hard cock that really turned women on. Kimmy worked the cock under Tyrells directions doing as she was told. She did a good job for her first try but needed to work on her gag reflexes like Rebecca had to take his beautiful hard Black cock much further down her throat. When Tyrell got close he took Kimmy's head and face fucked her shooting most of his load down her sissified throat. She swallowed like a good girl. He saved a little to shoot on her face and rubbed it all over her lips and chin with his cock. The two women were totally wound up and in need a of serious fucking themselves after witnessing this manly man dominate the pathetic panty waist husband of Rebecca's. Rebecca breathing hard herself said, "Tyrell honey, I don't think Kimmy tried near as hard as she could have, I think she needs a serious spanking to make sure she understands that!" Tyrell smiled and nodded his head in agreement, Kimmy's eyes went to horrified beyond belief mode, Lisa just about climaxed upon hearing it and Rebecca knew exactly what was going to come of it! As Tyrell ordered Kimmy over his lap Kimmy began to cry and shake his head pleading that he would try again. But all to no avail everyone but Kimmy wanted this and they all knew it had nothing to do with the quality of the blow job Kimmy had just given Tyrell. It was all about the sexually charging of a situation to benefit everyone BUT Kimmy. Kimmy would learn in time that a sissy is for its owners use and needs to just go along with whatever turns them on. They have no say so in the mater and must just learn to accept it. Kimmy was placed over Tyrells lap, his hands pulled sharply behind him and bent up his back toward his neck. Tyrell held Kimmy's hands with his left hand as he placed his right hand on Kimmy's nylon covered legs and moved it up over his pantied ass and lifted the petticoat and skirt over her back exposing the bouncing nylon covered bottom to everyone. "Now Kimmy you need to understand that until I can shove my hard eight and a half inches of Black cock down your throat until my balls are resting against your chin you're going to get one of these each time you suck me off." Kimmy tried to think about how he could ever possibly accomplish that and then the first swat fell. Kimmy had been a small man in more ways than one but the extensive diet his wife had kept him on the last six months since Tyrel had moved in had reduced the pansy to a mere 125 pounds. Tyrone outweighed him by 100 pounds, was far more muscular, worked out and was very strong. Each swat that followed the first hurt worse as the pain accumulated. Kimmy was kicking and screaming like a little school girl which turned Tyrell on as he continued to paddle the sissy husband. Finally, after a full ten minutes of continued spanking the prissy sissy submitted and just lay on Tyrel's lap and sobbed offering no more fight. "Go, stand in that corner while I give your lovely wife the proper fucking that you can't. Listen carefully to every moan and scream she makes and note every comment she says about my cock because I will quiz you afterward to see if you were paying attention!" Rebecca was already taking off her panties and getting in position she was so fucking hot she was on fire. Lisa was wishing she had her vibrator in her purse because she was ready to explode as well. She loved it. Seeing a real man do this to a pansy husband was the most exciting turn on she had ever witnessed. She only wished she had a Tyrell there to fuck her right now like Rebecca did. As Kimmy stood in the corner holding up the back of his petticoat and skirt with his bright red bottom exposed he listened for every sound his wife made and there were plenty of them. Moans and screams, begging and praise as she went on and on about how wonderful Tyrel's cock was. Kimmy stood there feeling totally defeated. He was now a complete sissy maid and cuckold and there was nowhere for him to run or hide it was now his life. After Tyrell, had gotten Rebecca off several times to highly explosive climaxes there was a pause and then new sounds that Kimmy did not recognize until he figured out they were coming from Lisa. Tyrell was now fucking Lisa's brains out and though her words and sounds differed from Rebecca's they mirrored them. She had nothing but praise for the Hard- Black dick that had now taken ownership of her wet white pussy. When they, we'll all but Kimmy, had enjoyed as much sex as they wanted they got ready to leave. Rebecca kissed Lisa on the lips and said, "Can't wait to see you at the party Monday night. It starts at 6:00 but do come early and stay late! It's going to be so much fun introducing our new sissy maid and my lover." Kimmy could only imagine as he followed behind the two lovers in his pretty new sissy French Maids uniforms out on to the street and down to the car.