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Becoming a Sissy Maid for Mark & Rebecca, Part Three - Ms. Rebecca
Begins Sharing Her Sexual Research
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"Tell me what you know about males who are feminized so completely they
are transformed into a sissy, changed from the less than manly person
she had been before coming under the control of a strict disciplinarian
whose demand for absolute excellence in all things at all times forced
her to accept, and eventually embrace, being an obedient sissy?" I
asked poor, befuddled Stevie as he stood naked before me, several
inches shorter than me in part because of my heels and in part due to
his smaller than average height. At only 5'8'' tall, Stevie was a poor
example of a man but the perfect height for a sissy maid and that in
part why he was our prime candidate for transformation.
"Um, well I know some dominants make their submissive male into a sissy
maid," he stammered, the sexual arousal and excitement becoming almost
overwhelming for him. It was so abundantly clear he was excited by
these ideas I was sharing with him, ideas of being dominated and owned
by a couple who would demand his complete feminization as they
transformed him into a sissy maid and forced him to serve them
obediently. His little, erect cocklette dripped steadily from the
overwhelming sexual excitement he was experiencing, and on the hard
wood floor below him a small pool of seminal fluid was forming as he
continued to leak without let-up.
"That is a correct, Stevie," I told him. "But that is only the
beginning of what happens to submissive males who are transformed into
sissy maids by their owners," I continued as I slowly reached down and
took hold of his erection in my long, thin hand and began to massage
his cocklette slowly, the leaking pre-cum acting as a kind of lubricant
and as I moved my hand it had the effect of coating his cocklette in
baby oil. He nearly fell and he moaned involuntarily as I continued to
tease him mercilessly. His body tried to move and sway with the
movements of my hand, a hopeless effort to find more friction and move
him closer to his ejaculation and sexual climax -- something I would
never allow and so I watched him closely for any signs he might be
getting too close and once I believed he was close to an orgasm I
opened my hand and dropped his small cocklette into the air and smiled
as he groaned in agony as the intense moments of pleasure gave way to
terrible need and frustration.
Laughing, I pushed down on one shoulder. "On your knees slut," I
ordered and then guided him to the kneeling position I preferred for
him to be in as I continued to explain to him the steps Mark and I had
gone to in our research into submissive males and transforming them
into sissy maids. I kicked his inner thigh to signal he should open
his legs more and I instructed him to place his hands behind his back
and leave them there while he was spread open for me, giving me a clear
view of his erect little cocklette from across the room where I
returned to take my original seat on the leather sofa facing him.
"Inch closer Stevie," I instructed him with a crooked finger, and I
laughed happily at the sight of him obediently scooching forward while
remaining on his knees with his legs spread open.
"Yes Ma'am," he answered, still in a haze of sexual excitement and the
continued way his sexual humiliation fueled his submissive nature.
"Now, back to my investigation and how Mark and I came to learn about
submissive males like you and how easily they could be transformed into
obedient sissy maids, and even cuckolds if desired. Ironically, not a
week had passed since Mark and I had begun to discuss your submission
and how we had enjoyed it, before I would meet an amazing woman named
Stephanie who was an openly dominant woman and had forced her husband
into becoming her husband-wife and sissy maid before eventually
cuckolding the poor creature as well," I explained to Stevie who was
now kneeling only inches from where I sat on the couch.
And so I began sharing the story of how I met Ms. Stephanie and how the
woman would become an invaluable resource to Mark and me as we pondered
the idea owning a sissy maid of our own, and of making our sissy maid
by transforming you into the feminized, panty-waist we desired as we
could be delighted in witnessing the many, many ways you would be
sexually humiliated and shamed during that process. Humiliated and
shamed simply for our amusement and without you having any power or
control to resist our efforts.
"Her name was Stephanie and we met at a local coffee shop. I had been
given the assignment by Mark to investigate the world of sexually and
emotionally submissive males and how Mark and I might benefit from
owning one of our own, and so I had come to the coffee shop to begin an
internet search on the topic. Stephanie had come to the coffee shop to
begin work on a novel with the theme of sissy maids and cuckolds, and
we sat one table apart from each other and the first hour we were in
the coffee shop our eyes met several times and we both smiled. She was
an incredibly attractive woman in her mid-to-late forties with long
brown hair and a very womanly figure with large breasts and hips the
way Mark prefers."
"I'm at work on the next internet best-seller," she said with a self-
deprecating laugh that attracted me to her immediately.
"How is it going?" I asked.
"Not as well as I wished," she said. "And so, I am easily distracted
by incredibly sexy women I meet in coffee shops."
I laughed at her flattery and smiled back at her as I looked into her
eyes. "Don't you just hate sluts like that?!"
We both laughed.
"My name is Stephanie," she said, reaching her hand over to me.
"I'm Rebecca," I answered as we shook hands.
We talked about the weather, about Mark and I recently moving to DC,
and about how much we both enjoyed the history open to the public in
the nation's capital. Eventually, I asked her about her novel, and she
blushed ever so slightly and lowered her eyes for a moment before
looking up into my eyes and smiling.
"It isn't what you would call 'mainstream'" she told me, still smiling
seductively.
"Yum," I answered, knowing I was flirting with a woman and thinking
what Mark would say when I told him about it all later that night.
Little did I know I would have much, much more to share with Mark when
he got home that night than me flirting with a sexy, older woman at a
coffee shop.
She moved a chair out of her way and picked up her laptop, walking over
to my table as she did. Setting the laptop down in front of me, she
turned it so I could read what she had written as I slid my own laptop
over to make room.
"See what you think," she said, still smiling as I began reading her
story. Not one for waisting time with a backstory or character
development, her story began as a sissy maid was being interrogated by
her dominant wife who was obviously in charge of the situation. The
woman was belittling the sissy for her lack of manliness and how much
better she was suited to becoming her wife's sissy maid and cuckold. I
was shocked, to say the least, by what I was reading, not because the
content was too graphic, but because of how closely it resembled what I
had come to the coffee shop that morning to research in the first
place.
"Oh, my goodness, Stephanie," I said after reading the first half-dozen
pages. "You are a woman after my own heart."
"Really?" she asked, somewhat unsure of herself.
"Absolutely!" I answered. "Although my husband is very much in control
and is without question the dominant partner in our marriage, we have
begun thinking about owning a sissy maid very much like the one you
describe in your story. We are also open to having a female slave, but
we are primarily interested in owning a sissy maid."
She laughed out loud and without caring about how the other patrons of
the coffee shop were beginning to stare at us. "Great minds," she said
finally, reaching over and touching my hand with hers.
"Very much so," I agreed, laying my other hand over hers and smiling.
"I wonder what the odds of us meeting must be?" she asked.
"Certainly, in the lottery-winning range," I replied. "But I can tell
you I am very, very happy at my good luck."
We both stayed in the moment for a full minute, smiling at each other
and allowing our sexual attraction to permeate the situation fully
before continuing.
"Perhaps you might enjoy coming to my place for a visit," she offered
finally. "You could see what is possible and the progress I have made
transforming my own husband-wife into becoming my sissy maid and
cuckold.
"I might enjoy such a visit," I told her, slowly pulling back my hand.
"But unfortunately, I would have to run the whole thing past my husband
Mark and get his approval."
"Ah, he is in control in your marriage?" she asked.
"Yes, yes he is," I answered truthfully. "He doesn't exercise his
power over me as one might, say, your sissy husband, but he is my
Master nonetheless."
"I understand that completely," Stephanie said as she straightened
herself in her seat, taking a napkin from a small stack near my coffee
and writing her phone number and email address on it for me. "Here is
how you can contact me and I am available most afternoons and evenings.
My sissy is able to work from home and so his availability for your
informational purposes is the same as mine. And I do hope to hear from
you soon."
"Oh, I believe you will hear from me tonight Stephanie," I said, hoping
to encourage her with how eager I was to pursue our relationship. "I'm
sure Mark will be supportive and with any luck I may be knocking on
your front door tomorrow afternoon."
She stood and kissed me on the cheek with a smile as she folded up her
laptop and wrapped its charging cord in a neat pattern. "That would be
so perfect," she said. "I really hope you call tonight and say you'll
be visiting tomorrow afternoon."
"I'm nearly certain that is how it will go down," I said smiling. "I
am very, very eager to learn more, and well, and explore more as well."
"Until then," she said, taking her laptop and walking toward the door
of the coffee shop, her ample buttocks swaying seductively back and
forth as she moved. This was a woman Mark would be interested in
bedding, I thought to myself as I watched her leave, and I was equally
interested in enjoying her as well, I had to admit to myself if I was
to be honest about my feelings.
"When I got home it was only a little after 3:00 pm and I had hours to
wait until Mark would be home, and so I looked online and found a story
about a sissy maid and cuckold that looked interesting and took my
laptop with me to the bathroom where I started a bubble bath and
slipped out of my clothes. My pussy was still damp and sticky from its
earlier reaction to Stephanie and her mutual interest in sissy maids
and cuckolds, and I let a finger slide up and down my slit for several
moments while the bath filled with soapy water.
"Once it was full I slipped into the soapy water, setting my laptop on
a small stool just beside the bathtub, and began reading my story about
a woman who wants to once again enjoy fucking men with big, thick
cocks, but whose husband is sadly smaller than average and not nearly
as manly as his wife might have hoped he would become one day. To
allow her to enjoy the type of sex life she wants, the wife devises a
plan to make a sissy maid and cuckold of her pansy husband, forcing him
into the role of being her husband-wife as he serves her every need
while she is free to enjoy a wide range of alpha males and their
wonderfully large cocks. I was incredibly excited by the story and I
could feel my pussy getting slick with arousal, but denied myself any
orgasm knowing that Mark preferred I defer my sexual gratification
during the day and wait on his arrival to enjoy cumming after he
allowed me permission.
"Once the water began to cool, I realized I had been in the tub reading
for well over two hours and I quickly ran a razor under my arms, over
my legs, and over my hairless pubic mound before draining the water
from the tub and drying off with one of my favorite, over-sized cotton
towels. It was a little past four in the afternoon when I got out of
the tub and dressed only in a skimpy pair of black lace panties and
matching bra. Wearing only my bra and panties, I scampered off the
kitchen and put a large bottle of Chablis into the wine cooler and then
decanted a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon into a Waterford crystal
pitcher. Mark insisted on having a chilled white and a decanted red
available to him every evening, regardless of what I might have planned
for dinner.
"Taking out two bass fillets from the refrigerator, I seasoned the fish
lightly and placed them on a broiling pan so I could put them in once
Mark was ready for dinner. As sides I made a small salad with a
vinaigrette dressing and a fruit cocktail with slices of kiwi, oranges,
apples, banana slices and seasoned with the juice from a squeezed lime.
Finally, I checked Mark's Waterford crystal decanter and it being half-
full did not need to refill it with more of his favorite sour mash,
Gentleman Jack. I did fill up the small ice bin with ice cubes and
stored it in the freezer so the ice would not melt while I was waiting
on Mark.
"Ready for his after work drink and his dinner, I went to the bedroom
to pick my outfit and given today's events and what I would be asking
his permission to do as a result, I wanted something that exuded
sexuality and femininity. I picked out a short, black dress and to go
with it I selected a pair of thigh-high stockings with a bold, black
seam running down the back of each stocking. Finally, I picked out my
newest "fuck-me" pumps with four-inch heels and allowed my painted
toenails to be just barely viewable. As I rolled on the stockings I
could feel my pussy began to dampen and I could tell the next few hours
before Mark fucked me would be absolute hell.
"But you know what that kind of sexual frustration is like, don't you
sissy boy?" I teased Stevie as I took the flat of one of my heels and
used it to tap the top of his fully erect cocklette, making his
cocklette bounce up and down in the air as he moaned helplessly and I
laughed at his frustration.
"Yes Ma'am," he responded. "I am very frustrated Ms. Rebecca. My
testicles are beginning to ache, and the pain is getting worse with
time."
"Aw, my poor baby," I said as I reached down and took his scrotum in
the palm of my right hand, squeezing my hand slightly to get his
attention. He whimpered in response as I laughed and began massaging
his testicles slowly inside my hand. "Do you have a case of blue
balls? Are you frustrated and needy and overwhelmed with the feelings
I am making you feel?"
"Oh yes, Ma'am," he nearly sobbed. "Please have mercy, Ms. Rebecca.
Please."
I laughed and felt my pussy begin to tingle as he begged me without
ego, as he was reduced to his weakest self before me. I had made him
into a helpless, pathetic shell of a man and before me knelt the true
sissy and pantywaist that was Stevie's true self. This was who Stevie
really was, and it made me wet and excited to look at what I had done
to reduce him to such a pathetic, helpless state.
There would be no mercy for Stevie, and I would wait just as sexually
frustrated and needy as the boy because neither of us could even hope
for the sweet release only an orgasm could grant us until Mark arrived
home much later that night, twelve hours or more from that moment. I
laughed as I remembered how sexually excited and needy I had been on
the day I had met Stephanie as I waited for Mark to arrive home as
well.
Elissa
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