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Becoming a Sissy Maid for Mark & Rebecca, Part Two:
Ms. Rebecca Explains the Purpose of Stevie's Visit
As we sat in the living room of the new house she and Mark had bought
upon their return to the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex a few months
earlier, Rebecca continued to lead our discussion as she shared her
memories of the three of us in college, and more specifically how she
and Mark had sometimes dominated me and forced me to serve them as
their personal waitress at times.
"As you must have figured out by now, I invited you here this weekend
because Mark and I are very interested in the power dynamic we
recognized as existing for our small group while we lived together
during college. For us we agreed that you would submit to our control
and do what we told you to do and how we told you to do it. We
insisted you give up your power to make your own decisions and accept
that we would have the authority to do what we wanted to and with you.
"Perhaps most importantly, we demanded the right to determine how you
would be forced to become our obedient, devoted servant and how we
would use you to our benefit and without consideration of what serving
our interests might mean for what you had to endure to make you into
the servant we wished you to become for us. We became the absolute
authority in your life and what we decided for you and how we believed
you should be treated to maximize the benefits and contributions you
provided.
"As part of our total-power-exchange, sometimes known as a TPE, you
accepted our right to define you and to include any action, mannerism,
speech pattern, dress that we may choose to include and any others we
may discover in the future. You submitted to our control and allowed
us to strip away anything we did not see as benefitting you in your new
role. And of significance was our taking away your decision-making and
instead making all decisions for you so that your new position and our
ultimate pleasure are better served with you accepting what we want for
you.
"Mark also insisted on your complete obedience and devotion to your
duties and he felt any failure, mistake or poor behavior required your
immediate correction and so Mark began to give you often severe
spankings using either one of his leather belts or a wooden paddle to
administer your lesson. Mark would correct you any and every time he
felt your service was lacking in some key way and punish you by using a
leather belt or wooden paddle to spank you until you broke and we could
see you had been broken.
"Personally, when Mark would make you thank him for giving you the
spanking and then beg him to always punish you when you misbehaved or
failed to meet our standards in some way so you will learn from your
mistakes and make you a better, more devoted servant," she explained.
"I hope you are not becoming bored with me Stevie," she said as she
paused to sip her wine and consider her thoughts.
"Oh no Ma'am, not at all," I responded. "I still think a lot about the
things you brought up and how the TPE Mark created functioned. The
only point I would want to make about what you described as part of our
TPE-dynamic is that the framework and basic structure was given some
attention but Mark's demands on his time from the law school he
attended was something that did not allow us to make much progress or
move beyond what he had articulated to us both."
"Yes, I agree with that observation very much and if we move forward in
some fashion, I can promise you I have been studying and learning about
Owner/slave relationships and how to move forward in one," she shared
followed by her slowly smiling as she looked at me. "So let's move
forward and discuss more about your submission to Mark in college and
how that submission was also given to me when Mark and I became
serious. Is that understood, baby?"
"Yes Ma'am," I said.
"Now let's talk about what I felt when I was first introduced to who
and what you were by Mark," she began. "Once Mark explained to me what
you were and how you actually got excited when we sexually and
emotionally humiliated you, I became hooked on exploring my emerging,
dominant nature and making you do what you were told. And what was so
amazing was how easily you obeyed me and did exactly what I said
without resisting," she told me, the enthusiasm in her voice genuine
and it was clear she did truly enjoy it when she would dominate and
control me years ago before they moved away. "You were always so
passively submissive, or that was how Mark had explained it to me, and
it excited me to control you and see your passively submissive
responses to my orders."
I blushed when she mentioned Mark's description of my obedience as
being "passively submissive," and I could feel my erection growing
within my shorts and it made small "tent shape" in the fabric of my
shorts as I got harder and as I continued to be sexually stimulated and
teased. The wet spot from the leaking seminal fluid had continued to
grow and expand as my penis continued to leak at an even greater rate
than when it began to eject the seminal fluid in anticipation of me
masturbating and ejaculating. In effect, I was trained by my own
masturbation and lack of any sexual intimacy in some time to associate
sexual excitement with an impending orgasm and when I became excited,
but without any way to make myself ejaculate, my prostate began to
create and push seminal fluids into my urethra and then out through my
urethral opening at the tip of the head.
When she rose from her place and slowly walked to where I was sitting I
began to worry, hoping she would not be angry at my display of sexual
excitement and arousal.
"Ah, I see you are still making a tiny tent in your shorts," she said
with a smile as she came closer. "And look how wet you are getting.
Is your little cocklette leaking because of something I said, Stevie?
Am I exciting you boy?"
"I'm sorry," I said quickly, hoping to prevent her from becoming angry
with me. "I can't help it."
"Oh, poor baby," she said as she stood directly over and in front of
where I sat on the sofa. "Let's have a quick look, shall we? Why
don't you stand up for me please Stevie?"
"Um, yes Ma'am," I said as I got to my feet. She was still six or more
inches taller than me and it made her look so sexy and powerful.
"Legs about two feet apart, Stevie," she told me in a stern voice that
signaled she expected immediate obedience and absolute compliance as
she choose how to best display my body for her pleasure and enjoyment.
"Hands behind back with one hand hold its opposite wrist securely," she
continued. I obeyed immediately and stood just as she instructed me.
"Now let's see what all the excitement is about, shall we?" And before
I could respond she had taken her fingers and slide them inside the
waistband of my shorts on either side of my hips. In a single, fluid
motion she pulled down and in less than a second I was standing with my
jockey g-string and shorts gathered around my ankles, my erection and
its continued dripping was displayed in front of her. Holding me by
the shoulder, she stepped on bunched up shorts and g-string that had
bunched up around my ankles and told me to step out as she helped me.
"Now the polo simply looks ridiculous without any other clothes so we
can just go ahead and strip you naked now rather than later," she told
me as her authoritarian power over me revealed itself as I passively
accepted anything she did to me. She reached down and pulled my polo
up over my head, laughing as I raised both arms to make it easier for
her remove my top.
And then she clearly noticed my erection and the leaking seminal fluid
that continued to flow out of my urethral opening without any sign of
slowing down or stopping. She then delighted at taking the opportunity
to discuss how she loved my "cute, tiny cocklette" and how small and
boyish it looked in comparison to a real man's cock. "You should see
Mark's cock, beta-boy," she taunted me. "That is what a cock should
look like, while yours... Well, you are not very big, are you
Scottie?"
I nodded my head, agreeing I was small in size and not nearly as big as
most women would want in an alpha male's cock.
"You are still very, very cute Stevie," she said as she reached out a
finger to slide down the shaft of my cocklette and then rub the slick,
seminal fluids into the head before once more beginning at the base and
slowly sliding across the entirety of my cocklette. "It's as small and
unmanly as I remember it being as well," she continued. "It isn't
really big enoough to call it a cock, is it? It's really more of a
'cocklette' than a 'cock.' Don't you agree, Stevie? It's more like a
tiny little cocklette than it is a cock, isn't it?"
"Yes Ma'am," I admitted shamefully. "It is more like a small cocklette
than a cock."
"I'm glad you agree," she told me as she presented her wet index finger
to my lips --the one she had been using to rub the pre-cum across the
entirety of my cocklette only seconds early. "Swallow your mess,
Stevie," she instructed me as I looked up at her. At hearing what she
demanded of me I almost teared-up, but recovered and only showed her
how much I hated the idea of being made to lick up male cum and pre-cum
with the silly, petulant face I made as I obeyed her and sucked her
finger into my mouth and sucked and licked it until it was clean.
"We will refer to your small, boy-sized penis as your 'cocklette' from
now on," she told me. "Do you understand me, Stevie?"
I blushed dark red as I felt the shame and humiliation of her making
fun of my lack of size and made me agree it was not big enough to be a
real man's cock and so she named it my 'cocklette,' saying a cute, tiny
cocklette was appropriate given who and what I would soon become. I
agreed to using only her new name -- cocklette -- from now until she
changed her mind.
"You are not a real man, Stevie," she taunted me without pity. "You
must have known how inadequate you are when the woman you were with was
so disappointed at your size and likely was unable to achieve orgasm
when being fucked by that tiny, boyish little thing. Yes?"
"Um, yes Ma'am," I began, "but I never was completely rejected by a
woman for my lack of size because I have never been allowed to have
intercourse with a woman and the few who were initially interested in
having traditional, penitrative sex with me changed their minds once
they saw my how small I am."
Rebecca immediately ceased touching me and stood back a step as she
looked down at me. "Are you saying that as of today you are still a
virgin and no woman has let you dip that little cocklette of yours
inside her? You have never been allowed to experience what is, after
all, a relatively common pleasure most men get to enjoy for most of
their lifetimes? Not once?" she continued. "Meaning, of course, that
you are and will likely remain a virgin and be denied the pleasure of
sexual intercourse. Well not traditional intercourse at any rate."
"Yes Ma'am," I admitted without trying to cover the truth with any
justifications for my virgin status and acceptance that if it was
decided I would remain a virgin for life then that was what had been
chosen for me and it would mean my remaining a virgin for the rest of
my life, never allowed to enjoy sexual intercourse with a woman.
"Oh how fucking perfect! How absolutely fucking perfect! Our little
submissive male is a virgin and we can keep him a virgin for as long as
we wish," she shouted in real happiness. "And there is nothing you can
do about, is there Stevie?"
"No Ma'am," I admitted. "Not if you decide to deny me this pleasure."
I should never be allowed to frustrate a woman by trying to play the
role of a true, alpha male without being in possession of a cock large
enough to give women the pleasure and satisfaction that being fucked
with a real man's cock makes them feel. I would only frustrate them
and Rebecca said she thought it best to simply forbide me from ever
being with a woman like a real man is with a woman and so she told me
that she had already found the "perfect, pink chastity cage" that would
allow her to lock up my cocklette for as long as she wished to deny me
sexual pleasure or release.
"Fuck I love having this power!" she exclaimed. "Even as we are only
just beginning to explore a possibility, a possibility of my having the
control of a submissive male to use as I wish. To enjoy as I wish, and
panty-waist sissies like you are weakened and become helpless when you
are subjected to a few of the more powerful ways of training and
conditioning your mind to accept the truth Mark and I define as your
truth."
"Yes Ma'am," I said. "The power to do what you want to me and use me
how you want to use me without being restrained or limited in how you
explore these new desires is a powerful aphrodisiac."
She laughed and reached a hand inside her skirt and obviously fingered
her pussy and she removed her hand and once more placed fingers to my
lips and gave me a single instruction: "Suck."
I obeyed as she told me how fucking wet she was and how she could feel
her lips were already swollen and tender.
"As much as I might want to drag you off to put you to work worshipping
my pussy and making me cum on your face as you lick and suck my
swollen, aching sex, I must keep us moving and next I want you to
understand the journey of exploration Mark and I have made during our
time apart from you and what we learned as a result," she shared as she
refilled her own wine glass and ignored mine. "Next we will discuss my
investigation and research of submissive males and how they can become
sissy maids with most of the 'male' in them erased as part of their
training and conditioning programs. Ready?"
"Yes Ma'am," I responded. "I am ready and eager to hear about your
investigation and what you both learned as a result.
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