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"The New Maid"
"I'm not going to any beauty salon to get a haircut, and that's it!" Lane
gasped angrily as he refused his mother-in-law Gladys' suggestion as she
had coffee with him and Lane's wife Cindy in their kitchen. His hair was
long, past his shoulders and she mentioned that the pony-tail look was
way out of style. He wouldn't get a short haircut either. So, since
Lane was married to her daughter and was out of work Gladys offered to
pay for getting his hair at least styled in some fashion.
"Maybe you could work for me. Would you like that Lane?" Gladys said.
"Doing what?" he returned.
"Helping around the house. You already do that here, you can come out and
help at my house too. Make a little money for a change," she added then
giggled. "Since you insist on long hair maybe we could curl it and get
you a pretty little maid outfit for around my house. Would you like that
sweetie?" she mocked. Cindy didn't find the comment funny as Gladys
smirked. Lane was aghast!
"Ah, that's it. Another dig at my dressing up now and then. So I'm a
freak, so what. I'm not hurting anyone, get over it!" he returned angrily
trying to push back the fact that Cindy had caught him dressed from his
hidden stash of women's things more than once and as a couple they were
trying to deal with it now, but it wasn't going well. Cindy had told her
mother about it and Gladys had been disgusted with such a revelation.
She went back to the conversation about Lane getting his hair styled.
"My stylist Agnes at the salon can see you anytime and she has a private
booth in the back of the salon where nobody will see you. I just thought
if you would at least shave that stubble off your face a bit more often
and style your hair and wear a nice shirt now and then it would go a long
way," Gladys reasoned. "You might find it would improve your attitude as
well."
Finally to break away from the ensuing argument Lane agreed to get his
hair styled as Gladys wanted. Lane and Cindy's marriage was already
shaky and he didn't want to rock the boat at this point. Three days
later a nervous Lane entered the ladies salon on his own and he was shown
a cubicle in the back as Gladys had promised, and complete with styling
chair and everything. Moments later a professional looking stylist
entered the room. Lane noticed her name tag "Agnes" and realized it was
Gladys' own stylist. He took a seat in the salon chair.
Agnes had Lane unbutton his top button of his shirt and was soon swishing
a pink plastic cape over him and fastening it around his neck. She then
turned on the sink at the work space and got the water comfortably warm.
"What's that for? I just wanted a light cut and style," Lane said
nervously as he squirmed in his seat.
"I understand. But we'll just give you a quick wash and rinse. I always
do a wet hair styling," she explained as she put on some white latex
gloves. As she tilted the styling chair she fitted Lane's neck into the
depression in the sink rim and began spraying the hot water working it
into his hair. She then took a bottle of shampoo and gave a couple
liberal squirts and then began massaging it into Lane's hair and scalp.
Another couple of squirts and she'd worked his head into a bubbly lather.
"There, that doesn't feel so bad now does it? Won't take a minute" Agnes
said assuredly with a smile as she worked her fingers, working the white
lather deep into his scalp. She continued massaging the shampoo into
Lane's scalp until she noticed his eyelids begin to flutter slightly and
droop. His left forearm then slipped off the chair armrest momentarily
as Agnes continued massaging Lane's shampooed head. "Just a little more,
how are we doing?" Agnes said to Lane who was now vacant and glassy-eyed.
He tried to speak but could only babble incoherently as Agnes continued
lathering paying no attention.
Then Lane's left arm fell off the armrest once again and dangled limp. A
moment later Lane was completely out. Agnes rang her intercom. "You can
send Donna in now please," Agnes spoke in a natural tone then after
folding Lane's arms into his lap she returned to rinsing out the special
shampoo she'd used. Donna wheeled in a manicure cart. "We'll start with
the full pedicure, in high gloss red. We'll do a matching manicure.
Mrs. Hawthorne wants the long salon nails. Once I'm done with his hair
we'll take him to the spa next door for his bathing and full body
waxing," Agnes explained as her excitement seemed to grow at what she was
doing as Donna began his pedicure. "So much easier doing these make-
overs since we changed to our special shampoo don't you think Donna? No
more fussing or struggling or having to strap them into the chair," she
giggled with excitement.
Agnes began by dying Lane's long hair a bright blonde. Then, after a
rinse she styled it in a feminine cut and then after another rinse she
began putting him in rollers until his head was filled with over three
dozen of the tight pink curlers. Finished with his curlers and soon
under a hot dryer Agnes called the front desk. "You can call Mrs.
Hawthorne, tell her, her son-in-law should be ready around six-p.m."
There wouldn't be any way Lane would ever be able to comb this hair style
out into anything masculine looking now. And Lane? Being out cold he
was unaware and absolutely no problem whatsoever.
Lane started to come out of his sedation like he'd had a long nights
sleep. It was the tightness around his waist that nagged him awake. He
was groggy and still in a daze, his eyes wouldn't focus and he was having
trouble moving his arms and legs. He pulled at them and released only to
hear a rustling swish and then felt himself swaying slightly as if he was
floating in the air. He shook his head and tried to get up and move
around but he soon realized he was restrained! He tried to talk but
instantly realized he had also been gagged into complete silence!
It was early morning twilight now. It took several minutes for Lane's
head and vision to clear. He noticed he was in a bedroom, a woman's
bedroom, all done up in pinks and satins and frills with white furniture
all around, and a floral perfumed scent hung in the air. As sunlight
began to illuminate the room he noticed a full length mirror a few feet
in front of him. The vision of a large white dress. Like it was hanging
on a hangar over the top of a closet door. Yes, it was a white dress, a
wedding dress! But then he gasped wide eyed to realize that not only was
it a white satin wedding gown but he was wearing it!
As the morning sunlight began shining through the white nylon window
sheers he looked around the feminine room then noticed the large white
bedroom door that was closed and locked. He looked out the window's as
best he could and noticed familiar trees across a large back lawn and
realized he was in Gladys' house, in one of the upstairs bedrooms. He
remembered the white door as well that didn't match the darker wooden
doors of the other upstairs rooms. While he and Cindy had been over to a
recent dinner he'd noticed that very door and that it was locked. When he
asked about it Gladys mentioned in passing that she was doing some
remodeling and nothing else was said.
Tied spread eagled he pulled at the white leather straps holding his
wrists. He immediately noticed the inch long gloss red salon nails of
his fresh manicure glued tightly so they wouldn't come off. His wrists
were hooked to a series of bungee straps that would stretch and give but
as soon as he relaxed he was pulled into a tight spread eagle once again.
He noticed the same effect at his ankles, strapped with white leather
roller buckle straps that were also hooked solidly to hooks in the floor,
the tips of the tight laced white patent leather ballet ankle boots
showing just past the hem of the gleaming white satin dress as he floated
in the air.
He grunted and "glubbed" into the large, inflated latex gag that brimmed
his mouth so full he couldn't expel it. As he looked into the mirror
across the room that seemed to be positioned for him to take notice.
Someone had bobby-pinned a small white cap on his hair set and fluffed a
white chiffon veil over his head that ended below his jutting, gleaming,
white satin bust line in a wide sweep with a band of shiny white satin at
the border of the veil. His shoulder length brown hair now a bright
blonde, had been cut and curled into a feminine vintage woman's hair set
and had been lacquered tight. The tight curls making his long hair
shorter now. And, a pink satin bow had been pinned to his left temple!
He was wearing earrings now too, he could feel that his ears had been
pierced and felt the studs of the pearl earrings that held tight in his
lobes. He struggled, pulling at the arm straps and leg straps but he
only rocked momentarily as soon as he relaxed again, the white satin
wedding gown zipping and rustling gently was the only sound in the room.
He wondered why his arms didn't ache from hanging for what must have been
all night. It was then he realized the stainless steel wires coming from
little button holes at the sides of the waist of the voluminous gown. He
had been put into some kind of harness around his upper thighs and waist
and was now being suspended, floating in the air with his feet and the
hem of the gown a good foot off the floor. He started to panic and
struggle once again just as the bedroom door unlocked and swung open.
Gladys entered and looked him over with a smile. "Good morning Lane
dear. I trust you slept well?" she said with a feminine lilt as she went
to the closet and swished a dress off the rod and picked up a starched
white full apron with ruffled trim and a pair of ladies black, front
lacing court shoes with five inch heels. She swished the dress up, a
vintage black satin maid's outfit with long, white cuffed sleeves and a
white collar. The dress fell to mid calf length and would be worn with a
crisp rustling white taffeta petticoat, and an apron and with the
matching black pumps.
Lane struggled and blubbered into his gag as Gladys told him his marriage
was now over and that he'd be moving in to her house to be her full time
housemaid. She then added as a matter of fact that he was now in his
very own bedroom! He grunted an "ungh, ungh" and shook his head "no"
several times in anger. He wasn't going to become Gladys' live in
feminized maid. Gladys put the apron and dress and shoes back in the
closet and returned to explain things.
"Cindy's already busy getting rid of all your male clothing and all your
other things. Oh, do you like your pretty new dress Lane? Simply the
ultimate in femininity isn't it?" Gladys mocked with pleasure now
exhilarated at now being able to finally control him. Of course I've
already filled your closet with pretty dresses in addition to your new
maid's uniforms, you'll be able to wear them when you're not working.
And I've stocked the dressers with all the lingerie and hosiery you'll
ever need. It was then that he realized Gladys' idea of remodeling the
bedroom!
She minced near looking him over with a satisfied smile. She fluffed the
white chiffon veil up and over his head and fussed with it until it hung
down his back properly. Lane then gasped to see his eyebrows had been
plucked into a thin and high feminine arch and he'd been heavily made up
and with gloss red lipsticked lips, the mouth brimming with the
inflatable latex gag that filled his mouth! She then began fluffing at
the front of the dress.
She carefully gathered the bulky, white satin gown and the petticoats and
lifted the front of the dress up. The material swished and rustled
loudly. And Lane could only "glub" into the gag and hang there while she
took a length of white cord and began tying the front of the dress up
around his waist. Then Lane gasped and struggled yet again to see he'd
been totally shaved smooth and was now wearing the complete white ladies
lingerie ensemble and white nylon stockings!
And then Gladys' true intentions became clear.
He felt a tightness and then noticed the white wire that ran down the
back of his right leg, to the floor and then over to a box-like device on
the dresser. He then saw the edge of the white satin corset he'd been
laced into, and the white long leg panty girdle and tightly gartered
white nylon stockings and the white lace trimmed ladies briefs he wore
under that. Panties and girdle conveniently altered to allow them to be
pulled on fully while allowing his maleness to dangle free at the crotch.
But his manhood didn't dangle!
He'd been put into a white satin penis-corset! It was boned and laced
tight with an emasculating flourish of feminine lace at the base of the
shaft and at the top which left the pink head exposed. He noticed the
white latex condom's reservoir tip, someone had put it on him before
adding the penis corset. He also felt his face flush red as he noticed
his smooth shaved ball sack had been placed in a white satin pouch, also
edged with frilly white lace and laced tight with a white silk lace that
formed a small feminine bow at the front. The blue letters at the front
of the pouch were clearly on display, the word "Sissy" in embroidered
script seemed to say it all. He noticed the blue satin garter with white
lace trim high on his left thigh matched the color of the embroidery just
as Gladys chuckled about needing "something blue."
Lane's head spun! He pulled and yanked at the straps but could only sway
helplessly.
"It's just so fulfilling, to finally really get my hands on you and dress
you as fully feminine as possible to give you your maximum pleasure,"
Gladys said with a smile. "You've been fully shaved and waxed, made up,
and your hair is now in an unmistakably feminine style and you've been
dressed in the finest lingerie. And, I had the vintage wedding gown and
swishy petticoats made especially for you. Of course I don't expect you
to quickly agree to be my personal housemaid but with a little
conditioning you'll soon come along Lane dear," she assured as she moved
to the little box on the dresser.
"I know of your love of silky ladies things and how they excite you so.
And I hope you enjoy these pretty things but I've added an addition.
You've been plugged with a life sized male penis dildo. It's been wired
to this device and will undulate to stimulate you and to help you enjoy
your new and feminine look. The condom is to catch your little spurts.
It's called milking. I understand it's quite intense and with you all
dolled up like you are now princess it should be exquisitely intense."
She then switched the unit on. It began to buzz quietly but had an
immediate effect on Lane. He grunted, his hips bucked, his penis quickly
rose to full erection as he strained at the wrist straps and kicked his
white, patent leather ballet booted feet, his toes still a foot off the
floor could only twitch. As Gladys turned the switch to the second and
then the third setting, midway on the dial Lane began to grunt and moan
and then writhe.
"There. Mmmmmm, yes. You feel it don't you darling? Just relax now,
you look into the mirror and enjoy all your pretty, feminine things."
Gladys took a seat and crossed her nylon clad legs with a whispering zip
as she smoothed her skirt and touched her tightly curled hair set at the
side and back with the palm of her hand. She then watched the spectacle
as Lane blubbered and grunted struggling as he twitched. "Do you feel
feminine now Lane? Do you feel like a woman? I'll bet you've never worn
so much all at once, and it's so exquisitely feminine isn't it?" she said
with satisfaction as Lane struggled wide eyed and blubbering angrily as
the gleaming satin dress and petticoats swished and his legs twitched but
that only made Gladys more excited.
"Yes. Feels so goooood doesn't it princess?" she giggled. "You don't
have to hide your sickening little fetish any longer. Now you can dress
fully as a woman each and every day. There certainly isn't a stitch of
any man clothes in this entire house. What kind of man likes to wear
ladies things anyway? Certainly no normal man. And I understand there's
no cure for your little sissy perversion, isn't that right? Such a
shame. And you're so short and slightly built, maybe you should have
been a woman all along. I've been thinking I should have your little
testes clipped and get you started on female hormones right away. I've
read that the lack of testosterone and the addition of female hormones
quickly takes the struggle out of a man and makes him much more docile
and obedient. And aside from the obvious physical changes the hormones
will begin to change your thought patterns until you actually start
thinking like a woman. And with you living here as a woman and dressing
full time as a woman and only doing women's things you'll soon be
effectively cured of your problem. And then there's the matter of your
reassignment, but we'll take everything one step at a time.
Yes Lane dear, when I'm finished with you you're going to be quite the
little lady. Quite the lady indeed!" she finished. Lane twisted and
writhed, the dress whirled and rustled as it glimmered in the light while
Gladys chuckled at the helpless sight now nearly beside herself with
satisfaction. His face red with embarrassment as he struggled angrily to
no avail. And suddenly he went rigid and began to gasp, his smooth white
nylon stockinged legs shining in the light became taught, the tips of the
white patent leather ballet boots straining involuntarily in a type of
fluttering point?e ballet movement to touch the floor. And then he
grunted as his bucked his hips forward.
He grunted again as he twitched then held rigid. Gladys then watched
with satisfaction as the white creamy ejaculate erupted, the corseted
penis rigid, the bulbous head spurting violently as the reservoir tip
began to fill. Lane blubbered and stuttered whimpering into the tight
latex gag, the white leather straps at his wrists and booted ankles
creaked but held fast as he twitched until finally he seemed to fall limp
as the last dribble of ejaculate entered the condom tip.
"Mmmmm. Did that feel good princess? Hummm?" Gladys cooed in a
chuckling, feminine lilt as she noticed the tip of the condom nearly full
now. Through Lane's insistent glare and blubbers she could tell he wanted
the box on the dresser switched off but she wasn't done with her little
therapy. She got up and smoothed her skirt as she looked him over.
"You've done very well dear. I'll be back in an hour or so to see how
much more we've worked out of you. You'll be nice and calm by then, I
assure you," she said with a smile as she minced out of the room, her
jewelry tinkling, her breasts jiggling in her satin blouse, her shiny
nylon clad legs zipping with each wiggling step under the tight nylon
lined skirt.
Lane tried to yell into the gag as he struggled but could only watch as
the large white door was quietly pulled shut and then locked once again!
He heard the faint buzzing of the little box still on the dresser still
switched to the mid position, he felt the large dildo stretching him
tight and felt the teasing oscillations continuing to massage him! Lane
felt spent but with the continued massaging of the pulsing dildo only a
few minutes went by until he was being involuntarily stimulated once
again!
He tossed his permed and curled head from side to side and pulled at the
straps and the bungee cords with all his might. The white satin dress
shined in the light, the billowing skirts and bright white satin and
taffeta petticoats rustling and swishing loudly once again causing him to
hear the whispering, zipping silky sounds of the dress and all the
lingerie. It forced him in his mind back into his dressing fetish and
the pleasure he once got from such silky sensations and sounds but now
they mocked him, just as Gladys had planned. He finally tired and
relaxed to be stretched into a tight spread eagle once again. And as he
hung there swinging gently in the voluminous wedding gown he felt the
undulating pulsing continue unabated then was forced to look on with
bulging eyes, blubbering nearly in silent panic, his gloss red lips open,
his mouth full and his cheeks bulging from the inflated latex gag as he
watched his manhood, already held out and rigid from the white satin
penis corset began to strain to erection yet again, the head swelling
back into it's bulbous state. He twitched again and looked to the
ceiling as he grunted and went rigid yet again until at the condom tip
still more ejaculate began to erupt. The spurts were weakened now and
took longer as the now weak and slightly watery ejaculate only flowed
from the tip of the head!
He fell limp once again but the buzzing continued, he was being sexually
stimulated, milked now, in one cycle after another. He blubbered as he
looked to the clock on the wall and noticed that only another ten minutes
had passed. There was no sign of Gladys in the quiet upstairs now and it
would be another hour or more until she returned. The buzzing and
pulsing continued.
As the minutes passed his struggling became weaker as he dangled
suspended in his full, vintage, white satin wedding ensemble. The
stimulation continued on non-stop, the milking continued and the nipple
tip of the condom firmly in place began to tighten and balloon as the
weak ejaculate now done spurting simply flowed in a nearly continuous
dribble now as if he was in a near constant state of orgasmic
ejaculation!
His mind reeled and his ears began to ring. Why had he ever started to
dress, why was he attracted to women's silky things? Was he a man or was
he a woman he wondered as his mind began to teeter on the edge of reason
as he looked to the clock and after focusing his eyes noted the hour
still had ten minutes to go! Tucked away in Glady's feminized spare
bedroom he could only struggle weakly as he swung gently, the dress and
petticoats done rustling and swishing, the gleaming white fabrics only
shining and looking like a lovely dress on a hangar hanging over the top
of the closet, his first thought, his first vision upon awakening. He
could only hang limp, whimpering slightly as he was forced to endure his
wait as he felt his consciousness begin to fade.
He was jolted awake by the jarring scent of a ammonia capsule Gladys
waved under his nose. He coughed and turned his head, shaking it to get
away from the strong scent. Gladys switched the box off leaving the room
silent now as he hung limp, totally spent and exhausted. In looking down
he still saw the corseted, lace trimmed penis, it had drooped slightly as
it poked out at a forty-five degree still being held by the laced white
satin. But now the tip of the condom had ballooned to the size of a golf
ball, the latex tight and shiny. Gladys smiled with predicted pleasure
at the sight. Lane had been completely milked, and physically as he
swung limp he was now more than malleable to any suggestion that Gladys
would make.
She began undoing his straps and lowering him from the steel eyelets in
the ceiling. Being too exhausted to help Lane was little more than a
living mannequin as Gladys lowered him to the floor in a rustling swish
of satin. She undid the suspension wires at his waist and finished un-
cuffing his wrists and ankles and removed the penis corset and cleaned
him up. She then began unbuttoning the twenty-five white satin buttons
at the back of the dress, and then unzipped the long back zipper. "I'll
have to have this dress and petticoats sent to the dry cleaners," she
said as she worked, leaving no doubt that the dress and petticoats and
veil and penis corset and the ballet boots would be set aside but would
be at the ready should Lane decide to put up a fuss in the future. She
then let the air out of Lane's inflated latex gag and removed it from his
mouth and set it aside. She then produced a glass of water and three
large pills, one pink, one yellow and one white which she worked into
Lane's mouth. He coughed slightly but drank the water and swallowed the
pills as she tipped the glass. "There princess. You're now on female
hormones and a powerful testosterone blocker. That will be good for a
start and help to make you more docile and compliant," she said with a
smile as she swished the bulky white satin gown off of him and began to
untie the layers of frilly rustling petticoats and slip them off.
Within moments Lane felt weaker than he already was, he felt his
concentration slipping, he shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Oh,
the third pill was a bit of a tranquilizer dear. Nothing too extreme but
we'll need to keep you under control until the hormones reach full
strength," Gladys assured.
As Gladys piled the rumpled gown and petticoats on a corner chair Lane
laid in a daze on the pale white carpeting now dressed only in white
ballet heels, in his white lingerie, blue satin garter with white lace
trim still high on his white stockinged left thigh, panties, long line
brassiere, long leg panty girdle, white garter hose, white satin corset
which Gladys helped out by undoing the laces at the back to loosen it and
allow him to get out of it. She then tapped him on each cheek to get his
attention and wake him from his dazed-numb state. "Get undressed, take a
nice bath and don't muss your hair set. Slip into clean panties and a
pretty nightgown and take a nap for a while. Then I'll expect you to
dress properly and then put on one of the black satin maid's outfits from
the closet. You'll find all the proper lingerie in your dressers. I'm
sure you still know how to dress like a lady, isn't that right? But I
suppose it might not be the same thrill it used to be," she chuckled.
"Don't worry princess, your proper and ladylike dressing will soon become
second nature. In a few weeks, a month or two from now and I doubt
you'll even remember what it felt like to wear pants. The makeup and
combs and hair spray is on the vanity. I'll be back to check your makeup
and hair, but don't worry, you'll soon become an expert at that as well.
Then we can have tea in the living room and we'll discuss your new job
and day to day duties, understand Ms. Joyce? Hummm?" she said matter-of-
fact as Lane shook his head and fluttered his long lashes still trying to
take in the enormity of Gladys' plans for him. With Cindy divorcing him
and cleaning all his male clothing and things from his house he realized
they were making Lane disappear! And now with the hormones and sedatives
and with no male clothes in sight and in being made up and having his
hair done in such a feminine fashion and with Gladys' determination he
knew he likely wasn't going anywhere for quite some time to come!
Myra
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