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Sophie is Dominated and Feminised Part 1
by: Miss Sophie Hardy ©
Part 1 Submissive
After several years of marriage I was the boss in our relationship, and
I definitely wore the trousers. David would do anything I asked, and I
often wondered if I could get him to wear the tights. He sometimes wore
the odd item of female clothing if I pestered him to, but I wanted him
to wear more than a blouse or panties every other month.
I was very close to my Mother, and we told each other everything. There
were no secrets between us, so I told her of my plans for David, but was
unsure how to get him to dress regularly for me. Mummy suggested I take
him to see a professional dominatrix.
"He's a pathetic excuse for a husband and a total wimp, I always thought
he would look best in a dress and lingerie. He's very subservient and
obviously enjoys being bossed around by you." She told me amusingly.
"But he's such a loser that unless you have him properly feminised he
will soon back out of wearing any of your clothes altogether, let alone
fully cross dress for you."
"Using a dominatrix seems rather extreme. Are you sure that would work?"
I doubtfully asked.
"Bethany, if you find the right woman who is an experienced dominant, a
natural passive like David won't be able to help himself, and will
automatically react to her female authority. All you have to do is
choose a feminine name for him, and once she gets him into a pretty
dress you can hand him over to me. I'll complete his training and then
you can take over with the finished article."
I wanted this so badly but was unsure if this was right way to achieve
it. I was more than a bit reluctant, so I told her I would think it over
and call her when I had reached a decision.
Before Mummy left she handed me a little gift she had personally made
for David.
"Make sure he wears this and I'm sure when you see how lovely he looks
you will come to the right conclusion."
After David got home from work and had made us tea, I ordered him to do
the washing up. Just before he began his chore, standing in the kitchen
wearing a pair of yellow rubber Marigold gloves, I presented him with
Mummy's gift.
He went white and I was sure he was going to faint when I held out the
frilliest pink satin apron edged in white lace that would tie with a
huge pink bow, it also had white and pink ribbons that were tied into
several cute bows.
David flatly refused to wear his new apron and told me there was no way
in hell he would be seen dead in it.
"But why darling?" I asked helplessly. "You always wear an apron when
you wash up, and Mummy has made it especially for you. She will be so
hurt when she finds out how ungrateful you are being after she took so
much time to personalise it for you."
That's when David noticed that Mummy had embroidered in pink the words,
'I am a sissy.'
David was horrified and stubbornly refused to wear his new apron
"I sometimes wear an apron when doing my chores but that is for
practicality so I don't get my clothes dirty." He said, "Your Mother
made this for me just to humiliate and demean me and to make me feel
foolish. This is obviously not for keeping ones clothes clean, it is
utterly ludicrous. No woman would ever wear this, let alone do the
housework in it. And what does she mean by sewing 'I am a sissy' onto
it?"
I thought to myself, "Oh, you will wear it, one day." But I didn't say
anything. Instead I shrugged. It was very extravagant, with its mass of
ribbons and frills over pink satin.
"Darling, it isn't really for the kitchen, it's much too pretty to spoil
or get dirty," I replied lamely.
"Mummy wanted to give you a gift to show how much she cares about you,
and thought you would like to be dressed properly when serving us
afternoon tea."
David tried his best to be assertive. "Bethany, what we choose to do
between ourselves is private, and I'm certainly not having your Mother
dictating to us or trying to humiliate me by trying to get me to wear
this ridiculous thing. I'm certainly no sissy; I?m the man in this
house.?
I was furious and incandescent with rage. Losing all my patience with
him, I shouted, ?How dare you talk to me like that??
To this day I don?t know how I refrained from giving him such a slap
across his face.
David looked terrified and tried to back away from me, but I was much
too quick for him, and too strong. Grabbing him by the hand and pulling
him towards me, I began to unbuckle his belt. He tried to stop me, but I
just brushed his hands away and he soon meekly stood there as I pulled
his trousers down.
?Look at the man in my house,? I said sarcastically with anger into his
face, ?You?re wearing my tights and knickers, but you don?t want to wear
Mummy?s pretty apron!?
I stormed out of the kitchen, leaving my ?man? to finish his chores. He
would be sleeping in the spare room tonight.
Later that evening I found a local dominatrix who was advertising
certain special services on the internet. I made contact with her and
via several emails explained what I wanted for my husband. She was very
professional and sympathetic in her replies and confident she could
easily achieve the results I was looking for.
As she understood my needs and exactly what I wanted for David, and her
calm and casual authority soon alleviated my doubts and fears, I decided
to make an appointment as soon as possible. I was in luck as she had a
reservation she could fit us into the following day.
Just before bed, I opened the spare room door to tell David I was taking
him to see a professional dominatrix. He was visibly shaken when I told
him of my plans for the next day.
"This has gone on long enough. I want a specialist?s opinion.? I told
him. ?You resist everything I try to do for you. You are very mean and
ungrateful to Mummy. I think seeing an expert can help our marriage. Now
get some rest, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.?
David was about to say something, but before he could I switched his
light out, and shut his door.
That night I didn?t sleep well. I was full of doubts but excited at the
same time. I was so close to having my very own sissy.
Part 2 Dominated
The next day after lunch we took the car to our appointment with the
dominatrix. David was very quiet, and I could tell he was anxious as to
what lay in store for him this afternoon. I also felt some of that
apprehension, but I was convinced that our marriage needed this, and if
everything went to plan, we would both realise our fantasies.
I pulled up to a very large house in a middle-class area of town and I
gave my final instructions to David.
?There?s no need to be scared darling. I want you to behave yourself and
don?t embarrass me. This is for your own good, and it will make me
happy.?
I held his face in my hands and kissed him and said, ?Remember that I
love you.?
?I love you too,? he mumbled back.
Leaving the car, we walked up the drive and knocked on the door. It was
answered promptly by a young voluptuous woman with short dark hair. She
was very beautiful with immaculate makeup that reminded me of the
forties, her dress and shoes enhanced this image, and she looked
extremely sexy. She ushered us into a side room while she scrutinised my
husband.
I think the room came as a shock to both of us. I?m not quite sure what
I had expected but the moment we entered the room we both blushed in
embarrassment. It was quite evident this was her dungeon, and her slaves
would be treated to many painful delights.
David hung his head in shame, and I?m sure he didn?t want to experience
her displeasure.
Hanging from the walls of the room were dozens of canes, paddles, whips
and straps. Ropes, chains and handcuffs were all around. Against one
wall was a large wooden X with straps to bind the hands and feet. There
were spreader bars, and dildos of all sizes. I could see three or four
strap-on harnesses. In the centre of the room was a spanking bench, and
in three corners were metal cages.
She took a vicious-looking cane from a hook on the wall, and sat down in
a large chair which resembled a throne.
She looked at David with disdain. As I stood quietly to the side of her
throne she said, ?My name is Madam Helga, but you will address me as
Domina, and from this day forward you will address your wife as
Mistress.?
David looked terrified and glanced my way for confirmation that he
should do what Madam Helga had asked.
Madam Helga smashed the cane she was holding over a nearby stool with a
loud crack. David jumped out of his skin, and trembling in fear
whispered, ?Yes Domina, I?m very sorry Domina.?
Madam Helga stood up and walked behind David. She whispered into his
ear.
?That was your first and final warning, sissy. Next time I?ll put you on
the bench and give you the thrashing you so obviously deserve.?
David hung his head even lower and said, ?Yes Domina.?
I didn?t know what to think, so I stood there silently fidgeting with my
handbag, wondering if I had made a terrible mistake.
Sensing my doubts, Madam Helga turned to me and said, ?I think it?s time
we made ourselves more comfortable, unzip me.?
I was a little shocked at first as I had never helped another woman
undress. So very nervously I walked behind her, and with my shaking
hands I unzipped her lovely, feminine summer dress. I slid the dress
down to Madam Helga?s feet. She stepped out of the dress and handed it
to me to hang up on a wall peg.
David couldn?t help himself and glanced at this sexy, beautiful woman,
in her sexy black underwear. I could tell he was aroused.
I couldn?t help starring at her too. She was breathtakingly sexy, and I
felt so dowdy and plain beside her.
Under her dress she was wearing a black satin corset trimmed with black
lace. It was fastened with red laces, and adorned with tiny red bows. It
enhanced her large breasts and voluptuous hour-glass figure. Six
suspender straps with red tags held up sheer fully fashioned black
seamed stockings, and a tiny pair of satin panties completed her look.
Madam Helga approached David and without a word began to undress him.
She began by unbuttoning his shirt. He instinctively brought his hands
up to stop her, but she just brushed them aside and carried on. She
opened his shirt and pulled it off him, throwing the garment on the
floor.
David looked over at me, and I could tell he wanted me to stop Madam
Helga before she took his trousers off and revealed his underwear. I
returned his look and put my finger over my mouth in the shush position.
This was Madam Helga?s domain and I would not interfere with her
methods.
I heard a tiny laugh from Madam Helga as she pulled down David?s
trousers. She was amused by ?his? underwear, and was staring at a pair
of frilly lace pink panties.
Looking at me she asked, ?Are these yours??
She lightly brushed the back of her hand against the growing panty
bulge. I thought David was going to explode right there and then. It
must have taken a monumental effort to control himself.
I was a little embarrassed as I nodded yes.
?They are part of a matching set, but he won?t wear the bra. In fact
he?s not worn much so far, an apron, sometimes a blouse, very
occasionally tights and knickers, although he?s always put up a fuss
when I want him to dress for me.?
?Have you ever bought anything specifically for him or do you just want
him to wear your things??
Quietly I said, ?Mummy made him a pretty pink and white lacy apron, but
he wouldn?t wear it. In fact he was very nasty to me when I asked him to
try it on.? I felt myself blush and knew my face had turned red.
Madam Helga smiled to me, and then turned to face David and spoke calmly
and gently to him.
?What?s all this reluctance about? You want to make your wife happy and
yet you resist all the lovely things she tries to do for you. They are
only clothes and I guarantee you are going to adore wearing them. You
could be the perfect little lady and feel like a sexy woman. I can?t for
the life me understand why you are not embracing your wife?s wishes.
Trust me, you are going to love being a sissy.?
David hung his head again and remained silent.
Madam Helga put her hands on her hips and thoroughly examined David.
?Why don?t I show you just how feminine you can feel with a makeover??
David just whispered, ?Yes please Domina.?
Madam Helga?s smile had a hint of wickedness as she realised he probably
didn?t mean to say please.
In this moment my mind spun as I realised at long last my husband was
about to be feminised. I felt a moment of panic and apprehension. Was
this what I really wanted? Once Madam Helga turned him into a pretty,
frilly sissy, there would be no going back for either of us. Did I want
David to be my pathetic sissy?
My doubts quickly vanished when I saw Madam Helga work so quickly and
with such confidence to transform my husband into a lovely looking
woman. The transformation only took a few minutes, but the result was
amazing. David looked fantastic, far beyond anything I had imagined. I
also saw an immediate change in his attitude. He sat there quietly and
submissively as the foundation, blusher, mascara, false lashes, eye-
shadow and lipstick were applied.
When she had finished Madam Helga brushed his long brown hair into a
more feminine style, and then she handed him a small mirror so he could
see the results of his feminisation.
?You do look lovely. What do you think of your pretty face?? She
sincerely asked him.
After gazing into the mirror for several minutes, he turned to both of
us and with a huge smile on his face, and said, ?I look beautiful
Domina. Thank you for making me so pretty.?
Madam Helga smiled back and said, ?That was a quick makeover, can you
imagine what you will look like when you spend an hour or more getting
made up? With the right eye shadow and foundation, and lots of lip gloss
you would look even more stunning. All the other sissies won?t be able
to keep their hands off you.
The smile vanished from David?s face and he looked worried. ?I?m only
teasing,? Madam Helga joked. ?You don?t need to worry. You won?t look
like a man wearing lipstick. You are a natural sissy, and it won?t take
much effort at all to look feminine and lady-like. Even your Mother-in-
law won?t recognise you.?
Madam Helga turned to me and said, ?We can?t be calling him David when
he looks like a woman. Have you decided what you want to call him??
?Sophie. I thought Sophie would suit him.?
I spoke to my husband. "Look at me Sophie,? I ordered.
David turned to face me as though he had forgotten I was present.
I felt a rush of confidence and addressed him as his Mistress. ?From
this moment on your old life is over. You are now my sissy and will do
everything I command you to do. You will from now on only wear dresses
and skirts, tights, bras, and knickers. You will wear Mummy?s apron and
anything else I tell you to wear. Do I make myself clear, Sophie??
I was sure Sophie wanted to speak but I had the momentum and continued,
?I want you to look your absolute best, I really don?t want to embarrass
you or make you feel self-conscious. It would please me so much if you
willingly accepted me as your Mistress. Don?t fight me on this darling,
let?s work together on your feminisation, and with Mummy?s help and
Madam Helga?s help we can make you the sweetest, prettiest sissy. We
both know deep down this is what you want, and with all our help we can
make all your dreams and fantasies come true.?
Sophie raised his head and stared at me. He bit his lip and I could tell
he was still unsure about where all of this was going.
?You want him to be your sissy wife?? Madam Helga asked me as if it was
the most run of the mill conversation, almost as if she was asking if he
preferred tights or stockings.
Sophie hung his head as I confirmed that he would from now on be wearing
the tights in our relationship.
?And your Mother?? Madam Helga asked with obvious delight. ?What does
Mummy want him to be??
Sophie immediately looked at me. Even though I knew the answer I was
reluctant to say it out loud. I knew his gaze was still on me as I
replied with conviction.
?Mummy wants him to be her sissy maid.?
There, I had said it. I felt my voice echo around Madam Helga?s dungeon
and time seemed to stand still. I knew Sophie would be shocked and would
try to resist any attempt I would make for my Mother to see him dressed
as a sissy. I daren?t look at Sophie so I kept my eyes focused on Madam
Helga. She laughed out loud, and said.
?Well, I think that will be just perfect.? And turning to Sophie she
asked, ?We should see how you look in a pretty uniform, don?t you agree
sissy??
Sophie couldn?t look at either of us and just nodded his agreement.
?I asked you a question sissy. Don?t you think you should wear a uniform
for us??
Sophie quietly answered, ?Yes Domina.?
I could see tears welling up in his eyes and then Sophie began to sob.
He stood in the middle of the dungeon and helplessly cried like a little
girl. It was at that moment I knew we had defeated any resistance to his
feminisation he may have had.
Meanwhile, Madam Helga had fetched his uniform and the lingerie he would
be wearing to complete his transformation into my sissy.
I stood by and watched Madam Helga dress Sophie. I was surprised to feel
incredibly turned-on by what was happening as Sophie was helped into a
white six strap lace suspender-belt, matching bra and French knickers.
He was instructed in how to put on a pair of fully fashioned black nylon
stockings, and madam Helga helped him fasten them to the suspender belt.
It was plain to see he was aroused by the feeling of sheer nylon on his
smooth hairless legs.
Next came the uniform. Madam Helga began with his short white
petticoats. Then she had him step into the dress. It was a traditional
black satin uniform with white lace around the collar, hem and the short
sleeves. The dress itself was very short and would show off his stocking
tops. A white apron was tied around his waist, and a black and white
maid?s fascinator with black ribbons was placed on his head. Finally she
helped him into a pair of black and white four inch high mary-jane style
shoes.
Madam Helga completed his look with a black choker, and a cloud of
perfume.
When she had finished I couldn?t believe how wonderful he looked. I
couldn?t help thinking that Mummy would be speechless when she
eventually saw him. I wanted to hold him tight and kiss his crimson
lips, I wanted to rub my hands all over his sheer stockings and satin
uniform, I wanted to throw him down on my bed and spend the afternoon
pegging him!
When the transformation was complete my once shy, wimpy, husband had
become Sophie, the pretty, frilly, sissy maid.
?Kneel at the feet of your Domina, sissy,? Madam Helga ordered Sophie.
?And you can kiss my shoes.?
Sophie said, ?Yes Domina,? and lowered himself to his knees and began
kissing her shoes.
?That?s enough of that you pathetic sissy. You will now begin cleaning
this room for me.? Madam Helga commanded, as she handed Sophie a feather
duster.
?Yes Domina,? Sophie meekly answered as he began to clean and dust the
dungeon.
I just had to record this, so I took my phone out and began taking
photos of my sissy.
With a wicked smile on her face, Madam Helga hit Sophie with his first
real bombshell. ?Sissy, tomorrow you will go to your Mother-in-law and
you will beg her to train you to be her sissy maid.?
Sophie began to shake with fear and I saw his hand waver. For a moment I
thought his resistance may return and he would flatly refuse to carry
out Madam Helga?s order.
Then his shoulders sank in defeat as he quietly whispered, ?Yes Domina.?
?Wonderful. When we go to Mummy?s you will wear the lovely pink and
white apron that she so kindly made especially for you,? I ordered.
Sophie had the temerity to glare at me. ?Whatever,? he defiantly
muttered.
Madam Helga had heard enough of this dreadfully rude attitude. ?How dare
you speak to your Mistress in that tone? Bend over the spanking bench
immediately you ungrateful little sissy.?
Sophie almost ran to the bench and positioned himself on it. The angle
of the bench made his bottom stick out and up. Madam Helga came behind
him and lifted his dress skirt and petticoats up so you could see his
satin clad bottom.
?I think he deserves twelve of the very best, and on the bare bottom,?
Madam Helga snarled, as she pulled his lacy white knickers down.
She reached for her cane and spanked him very hard six times. He
squealed out after each dreadful stroke, and after the sixth I could
hear him crying.
Madam Helga turned to me and handing me the cane said, ?He?s your sissy,
and he disrespected you. I think you should give me the final six
strokes, but don?t be gentle. He deserves your very best.?
Nervously I took the cane and gave Sophie six of my very best. When I
had finished his bottom had several nasty looking red stripes and he was
in floods of tears.
Madam Helga pulled his knickers back up and gave his sore bottom one
final slap with her hand. She pulled his dress back down and ordered him
to stand in front of us.
?Now answer your Mistress properly you little bitch or you?re really
going to get a thrashing you will never forget. Tell her how much you
want to be her wife, tell her how much you want to wear a frilly pink
apron and a frilly pink sissy dress. Say it you pathetic sissy!? Madam
Helga shouted at Sophie.
Sophie looked up at me. The tears had made his mascara run and there was
a look of sheer terror on his face. ?I?m so sorry Mistress,? he sobbed,
?I want to be your obedient wife, and I want to wear your Mother?s
pretty frilly apron and a pretty frilly pink maid?s dress.?
I moved over to Sophie and held his face in my hands as I wiped his
salty tears away. ?I am going to peg you Sophie, and I know Mummy will
want to peg you too. That is what you want isn?t it sissy??
Sophie closed his eyes and still sobbing said, ?Yes Mistress, I will do
whatever I am told to do.?
I kissed him softly on the cheek. ?Let?s not wait until tomorrow, it?s
still early and I think we should go directly to Mummy?s house. I can?t
wait to show her the new sissy maid. She?s going to be so thrilled you
are going to be spending some quality time together.?
Sophie was shaking as I took his hand and dragged him towards the door.
I paid Madam Helga the agreed fee and gave her a big hug of thanks.
Tapping the cane against her hand Madam Helga said, ?If he gives you any
trouble or backchat, don?t hesitate to bring him here again and I?ll
make sure he soon changes his attitude.?
Looking at Sophie I asked him, ?Sophie you won?t be any trouble to me or
Mummy will you sissy??
?No. Mistress,? he replied, ?I won?t give you any backchat and I won?t
be any trouble at all. I promise Mistress.?
?That?s a good girl. Now thank Madam Helga for doing such a wonderful
job on you, and we can be on our way.?
Sophie turned to Madam Helga and whispered, ?Thank you for doing such a
wonderful job Domina. I promise I will be the perfect sissy maid.?
Continued in Part 2
Hugs and Kisses Sophie, Sissy Maid xxx ©
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