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Chapter 11 - The Dorm Part 5
"Oh yes, by all means! This is all so incredible Joy! We knew this was
going to be full-immersion, but I can honestly say this is all way
beyond anything I would have ever imagined!"
Joy beamed with pride as they started walking. "Oh I know! It's
definitely way more than I ever would have imagined too! And we've
merely scratched the surface. There's plenty more to see, but more
importantly, there's plenty more to experience! I've been focusing on
showing you some of the things that happen TO our sissy guests, and
while I'm sure they're very appreciative of it all (well most of it, or
well, maybe some of it, or for that matter none of it, but that's of no
concern) the true wonders of this place are the pleasures available to
Us! After our tour, I'll leave you to settle into your quarters, and
you can begin to sample those pleasures for yourself. There's just
about nothing you can't have at the snap of your fingers, the tinkling
of a little bell, or the press of a button.
And how wonderful is it that while you are availing yourself of all the
pleasures we have to offer, charlene will be continuing on her guided
tour to new depths of sissification the likes of which she has never
dared to dream! You spoke earlier, something about new levels, or
breaking through or something similar... Well all of This (Joy made a
sweeping hand gesture covering the hallway and the room they had just
come upon) guarantees that, and You don't have to lift a finger to make
it happen.
Many women arrive here believing they are in a Dominant Female /
submissive male relationship, only to leave with a grateful (and
slightly bemused) understanding of how na?ve they'd been and how far
from the truth that was. In many cases they were catering to their
husband's fantasies, even to the point of sometimes doing things they
really didn't want to do (or not doing other things they did); things
had just evolved exactly according to his scripts. Well we 'correct'
that here. It's sort of a public service, for Women... Once you've
watched some of the clips of charlene's dorm experiences here, and
perhaps participated in some, you'll know what I mean."
Lorraine grinned and tingled with pleasure, picturing that last image
she'd seen of charlene miserably swishing her imaginary skirts, mincing
in a small circle, huge tits bouncing almost freely in her too-big bra,
the beautiful long hair tickling her shoulders, and contemplating the
just-revealed tittie rules and their ultimate ramifications. "Oh I
think she's probably already plummeted a few levels... I am Loving this
Joy." And then shyly added, "And I think I'm about ready to sample some
of those pleasures you were just mentioning."
Joy smiled and nodded knowingly as they paused in front of the next
room. At first Lorraine thought it was unoccupied, but then she
realized that there was someone in the tiny shower stall. A closer look
revealed that there were two someones! A very large sissy with her hair
up in curlers under a clear shower cap took up most of the room in the
stall. She had to be 300 pounds if she was an ounce. A smaller,
skinnier sissy knelt scrunched on the shower floor, sort of underneath
and behind the big girl, with her knees between the other's feet. A
steady spray of water drizzled down on them both and the kneeling
sissy's long wet hair clung to her shoulders and back. Her face was
just inches from her roommate's enormously wide ass, and her hands
seemed to be trying to pry the two halves apart.
"Let's listen-in," said Joy mischievously, "this ought to be good!" She
pressed a few buttons on the keyboard on the door, activating the audio
feed from the shower. Several of the room's video screens also came to
life, each showing a different angle of the action in the stall.
Lorraine quickly surmised that there were several cameras right in the
shower stall, including one at right about the height of the kneeling
sissy's face. The Ladies could now see that she held a small pink
lady's razor.
It was the kneeling sissy who spoke first, sounding for all the world
like a classic valley girl of old. "Um like sweet-cheeks, do ya like
think you could like, help me out here??? Like OHMYGOD! Maybe hold
these watermelons of yours apart so I can like get In There??? I like
fer shure can't spread you and shave you at the same time! OHMYGOD! I
don't suppose you can like bend over a little to make this any
easier??? How did you ever get so big anyway?" Every sentence ended
with up-speak, and she bopped her little head from side to side as she
spoke. That last remark was clearly designed to rattle her competition.
Without turning away from the action Joy said, "Both of these girls
have been around for a while, and are savvy enough to know that someone
could be watching at this very moment, so they try very hard to think
of what we'd be amused to hear them saying or see them doing, and are
very conscious that they are competing. It's like the old joke about
not needing to be faster than the bear, just faster than the person you
are with. They don't have to be a perfect sissy, just more of a sissy
than their partner...
"Afraid I can't do that luv, but I can help spread 'em'. And it's not
my fault I'm this size! I am big-boned!!!"
Her voice was husky, but she clearly was trying to at least make it
sound a little femme. She also fluttered her hands around a bit as she
spoke, fussing with the shower cap covering her wet set. With that,
barbarella reached back with both hands and pulled the generous globes
of her tush as far apart as possible giving her roomie much better
access.
"Oh honey please do make sure you get every last one this time! Master
Gregory has reserved me for the entire night again tonight and the Man
is obsessed with my tush!! The last time he signed me out for the night
he bent me over and checked me back there with a magnifying glass! He
found fifteen stray hairs which he proceeded to pull out individually
with tweezers just as slowly as he could! It was excruciating, not to
mention humiliating! He fed me each one right off the tweezers and made
me thank him profusely for each sissy-treat!!! He also made me notate
that I was a slovenly sissy in my book, so I got punished again for the
same offence later in the week too! Please please please don't miss
any!"
"Ew that's like gross what he did? Don't worry your pretty little HUGE
head babs...? cindi's um like got you covered... or uncovered?"
barbarella though for a moment about reacting indignantly with 'my name
is barbarella, not babs!', but in light of what she needed from her
sissy roommate, she thought better of it and held her tongue.
Joy pressed a button on the panel so she could be heard by the sissies
in the shower. "Ten points for barbarella."
The ladies could see a sly smile appear on barbarella's face, and from
a different angle, a slightly sad (and somewhat 'that's not fair') look
on cindi's. "Thank you Mistress Joy," said barbarella recognizing the
voice, and rubbing it in somewhat. She attempted to execute something
of a curtsey, but of course she could barely move at all side to side
in the tight stall so all she accomplished was further squishing poor
cindi under her mammoth bulk. Cindi's face momentarily disappeared into
the great divide.
"Think nothing of it doll," said Joy, as she looked over at Lorraine
and winked, "and as for you cindi, there's FIFTEEN points waiting for
you if you can poke your tongue into barbie's ass for one minute. Of
course you'll have to make sure we can see your tongue disappear, and
you'll have to keep those melons spread so your face doesn't just
disappear in the blob."
"Like OHMYGOD! Like thank you so much Mistress!!!" cindi immediately
stuck her tongue straight out as far as it would go, rose up a little
higher on her knees and plunged forward impaling barbarella's sissy
hole. She backed up and repeated it a few times until she heard
Mistress Joy's (and another unknown Woman's) laughter in the
background.
"Perfect!" said Joy. Upon hearing that confirmation cindi poked her
tongue in one more time, and this time did not back out. Silently she
counted, "One Mississippi, two Mississippi...'
Lorraine watched in fascination as the smaller sissy kept her face
buried deep between the ass cheeks of her large companion. The
occasional involuntary squeal from barbarella confirmed that cindi's
tongue was where it was supposed to be. After about a minute Joy
pressed the talk button one last time and spoke just as cindi's face
reappeared, "Lovely! Just lovely! You get the fifteen points!
Unfortunately my guest and I do not have the time to stay and judge you
both right now, but I will let you in on a secret we wouldn't normally
tell you: you are currently tied! And well-overdue for a judging, so
the next tittle while will tell the tale for today. As you were girls."
As Joy began to lead Lorraine away from the window wall she said, "I
realize seeing them like that it's easy to think we were spying on a
couple of gay boys at play... But I can assure you that neither of
those sissies would fit in that category, and that they both harbor the
same hatred of being around other males (even other sissy males) in
their sissified state. Rather they have both been here long enough to
have learned that an appropriate or sometimes even an over-the-top
amount of sissy behavior makes the world of difference in how they will
experience the rest of their day here. I would imagine you can't quite
picture charlene making the same decision cindi just did, sticking her
tongue in another male's asshole for our amusement, and you're probably
right. Today anyway. But two or three days from now though..." Joy
smiled cryptically and Lorraine just looked at her in amazement. She
had indeed been trying to imagine what charlene would have done in the
same situation, although she hadn't even gotten past trying to imagine
charlene's emotional state just kneeling that closely behind another
sissy... And her panties were now officially wet.
The next room was dark, until Joy pressed a few buttons on the exterior
control panel. Lorraine was visibly startled by what she saw...
The room looked like a tornado had struck! It was total chaos. Drawers
hung open, with bras and slips half-in and half-out; stockings and
pantyhose draped everywhere, dresses, skirts, blouses, sweaters etc.
strewn on the floor and on the bed and on the pedestals and on just
about any other surface in the room. The vanities were an utter mess as
well; cosmetics of every type piled about, caps off of mascaras, open
lipsticks and eyeliners that had marked the surfaces upon which they
laid. Curlers, bobby pins and barrettes sprinkled in with the piles of
makeup. The bed clothes had also lost their way, and between them and
the wardrobe items scattered about not a speck of floor was visible.
Shoes were strewn everywhere, most with high, spikey heels, none next
to their mate.
Before Lorraine could verbalize her confusion, Joy smiled and said
"This is one of my favorite scenarios! As I mentioned, the girls are
usually given little vignettes to act out, as part of their stay here
in the dorm, and definitely as part of their 'who is more sissified'
competition. This mess you see before you is the result of something
along the lines of the following set of instructions:
[ you are two teenage roommates, let's say college freshmen. You both
come from very rich families where there was lots of domestic help, and
you are both, to put it plainly, Spoiled Rotten! You've been invited on
very short notice to a party, and there will be several hot guys there,
a couple of whom you have each had an eye on for some time. This is a
golden opportunity and you are both determined to look your sexy best.
You have no regard for the mess you make nor the cost of anything you
ruin, as your maids always clean up after you, and Daddy's credit card
will just buy you more stuff! ]
I encourage you to look-up some of the videos of these scenarios. We've
done this literally dozens and dozens of times, so there are plenty of
choices in the archives. Some of them are just hysterical! Who knew
that sissies would get so into channeling their inner spoiled brat...
And of course remember, they are also desperately trying to play a
'better" spoiled brat than their roomie, so they really... let their
hair down...!"
"Oh I can imagine' replied Lorraine laughing aloud, "and these two
certainly seem to have grasped the concept. I assume they have to
restore everything to order later on?"
"Ah... No they don't! And this is getting to the part I enjoy most. We
use this mess for an entirely different pair of sissies as part of
their actual maid training!
Most sissies arrive here thinking that maid training or being a sissy
maid is all about dressing up in a Halloween-style French Maid costume
and flitting around a bit brandishing a feather duster, and perhaps
getting a light spanking on their pantied tush in the process! We take
great delight in correcting that misconception. Just for starters, the
maid uniforms themselves are designed to be difficult, restraining,
unpleasant, and downright torturous at times. Sissies WILL LEARN all
the appropriate domestic skills here, and some lessons will be more
unpleasant than others. But much more about our maid training
curriculum when we tour the school later.
The relevance here is that we re-use this little vignette to challenge
either one or two sissies who are fairly well-advanced in their maid
training curriculum to give them a real-world scenario test. They will
have received extensive training (some of it in the form of homework
reading that they had better have paid attention to) in how to handle
just such overwhelming situations: what to attack first, how to be most
efficient and avoid unnecessary rework, what pitfalls to be alert to,
etc.
We give them a very aggressive time frame within which they must
completely restore the room to proper order. And then we then throw
them a couple of curveballs, such as putting them in an ankle-length
pencil-skirted maid's dress and five-inch heels so they have to teeter
around like Morticia Addams, or perhaps Gone With the Wind skirts with
petticoats so voluminous that they're exhausting just to tote around,
and that continue to knock into and knock over things they've already
straightened. Or perhaps their wrists are chained very close to their
collars so they have to bend continuously and completely to pick
anything up, wipe counters, etc. There's really no limit to the things
we can come up with... When we have two maids at once we have been
known to tie their apron strings together, forcing them to cooperate.
And of course ALL of the other Rules they've learned along the way
always also apply as well. And finally, my favorite part, we often have
a member of our staff play the role of the Spoiled Brat who made the
mess in the first place!
[ you have exactly two hours to get this room ready for white glove
inspection! Every minute longer than two hours that it takes you will
be considered your fault, your laziness, and will be paid for with
various instruments on your naked bottom and the backs of your thighs.
You are to maintain the utmost standards of sissified femininity that
you have learned are required of sissy maids in all matters of uniform
management, graceful deportment, submissive demeanor, and showing
proper respect to all the artifacts of femininity you will be handling.
Your makeup and hair are to be perfect at all times, and you'll carry a
purse with the necessary grooming and preening supplies to see to this.
You will not put this purse down EVER while you are working, so you had
better have practiced effortlessly moving the strap from one shoulder
to the other or from the crook of one arm to the other. You will smile
prettily at all times.
And one more thing missy... the delectable 18 year old Ms. Cuntington
whose room you're cleaning will be there! Unfortunately (for you that
is) She is utterly disgusted by the very idea of sissy maids, and
resents the fact that Mummy won't assign a "normal" maid to look after
Her. She's not used to not getting everything She wants, and She blames
you. Every time She looks at you in your feminized serving dresses and
your frilly, beribboned aprons She gets angrier and angrier thinking
what a pathetic excuse for a male you are. The scorn and derision in
Her face are obvious at all times. As a Woman She of course has full
authority to discipline or punish you whenever She feels you deserve
it, or simply because She can't stand looking at the ridiculous sight
you present every time you curtsey to Her. She also may be re-messing
the room faster than you're able to clean it.
Oh, and you ought to know that Ms. Cuntington is a face-slapper. Some
Women prefer tush-spanking, but Ms. C likes to slap, the personal touch
as it were. You'll be able to look Her in the eyes and know just what
She thinks of your effeminate, skirted, sissified self. And if you move
out of the way or flinch or otherwise make it difficult for Her to slap
your face, it just makes Her angrier and the next one will be even
harder. If She tells you to 'hold your hair up and out of the way' for
Her, you would be well-advised to curtsey your acceptance to Her and
present you face for Her immediately. You are eventually going to do it
anyway, so it might as well be right the first time. Don't say I didn't
tell you... ]
No one ever said being a maid was going to be easy... ]
"Incredible Joy... simply infuckingcredible! (pardon my French!)"
Joy beamed. "I occasionally will play the role of the delectable 18
year old Ms. Cuntington Myself, and I assure you it's a hoot! We have a
friendly competition among ourselves to see who can make a sissy cry
the soonest in their two-hour stint without ever laying a hand on her,
just through berating, demeaning, disheartening and humiliating..."
"I was almost in tears listening to you describe the setting! I can't
even begin to imagine what it's like for the sissy maids... I'm not at
all surprised you can evoke tears even without physical punishment."
"Not without," Joy corrected her, "simply before. Once the ice has been
broken, the poor dears are fair game. Perhaps you and I will be the
Cuntington Sisters when it's charlene's turn... issuing her unfairly
conflicting instructions, thus ensuring she's always earning
displeasure from one of Us..."
Lorraine contemplated that idea as Joy switched off the light and they
moved on. She pictured charlene tearing up as one punishes her for
simply following the orders of the other. Poor, poor sissy maid...
Wetter panties...
The lights were on in the next room, and Joy's face lit up as she took
in the scene. "Oh goody!' she exclaimed, "you remember I was telling
you about jasmine on the way here..."
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