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Teaching the Sissy Maid Workshop at the MVP, Chapter Three
Daisy Begins Her New Life as a Sissy Maid
She took and held three enema bags before I allowed her to get out of the
tub and she was emotionally, sexually, mentally, and physically broken.
Not permanently, that takes years to accomplish, but she had given up and
began the process of accepting that she was powerless and too weak to
resist me. To keep her in the right frame of mind, I grabbed her by her
hair and walked her out into my bedroom where I bent her over a foot
stool and promised she would be punished if she moved. My goal was to
get her dressed and locked in a maid uniform, lock her into a pair of
training heels, lock her in her new chastity cage, introduce her to the
small size anal plug, fit her with a locking cock-gag, etc.
All that so I could actually begin to show her the basics of expected
behavior for sissies such as how to mince and prance when she walked. It
reminded me of a question I had gotten from a woman in our last workshop.
Several weeks into the workshop I showed how to hobble a sissy in her
maid's uniform by locking a thin, silver chain on both ankles and then
only allowing a foot or eighteen inches slack at most. This meant she
would have to take steps of no more than ten inches at a time, she would
begin to learn how a sissy prances and minces when she walks and once she
learned what I expected of her I would punish her severely for
"pretending to be a boy and not a weak, panty waist sissy." It was an
incredible effective tool for emasculating sissies and showing her how
the humiliation of of my forcing such an effeminate behavior was going to
happen every time she was exposed to someone new who would quickly spot
her as submissive fem-boi and being laughed at when it happened was the
best outcome she could hope for and when it happened she should focus on
her behavior training and not do anything that might lead to me feeling
the need to teach her a lesson. Forcing exaggerate, almost stereotypical
behavior was a tool for breaking the boi and creating the sissy and I
admit I got off on the power I had to do make her do anything I wanted.
"The mincing and prancing seem to be something only effeminate, panty-
waist types do and when she is serving or being taking out in public
won't this call attention to her and make it that much harder for her to
blend in and pass as a girl," the woman asked me.
"Yes, it certainly does make sure she never passes and makes it obvious
she is a sissy and not a woman," I said smiling. "And I teach this idea
because of how effective it is as a way of conditioning your sissy to
accept the reality of her life as a servant and, and I want every sissy
to feel that daily and the reason I want it is more than just how
exciting and emotionally rewarding dominating a bitch so completely makes
me feel."
The small part of the audience laughed at my admission of enjoying the
cruelty of emasculating sissies, but many simply smiled as they looked
down at the untrained male at their feet and felt that incredibly rush
and excitement that discovering the absolute power we have over these
pathetic, former-bois is a gift, and in my opinion it is one we deserve.
Owning and being served and obeyed by a sissy is incredibly rewarding and
comes with the responsibility we assume for the sissies we own and
dominate that is ultimately what they need most and what is best for
them, not to mention the added benefit of being relieved of much of the
drudgery that our mothers and grandmothers experienced by assigning
sissies to clean our houses, clean and iron our laundry, cook our meals,
and maintain our yards and gardens. What most of learn in time is that
the exploitation and manipulation of sissies is for the benefit of us all
and the structure and boundaries we establish for our sissies allows them
to live a life dedicated to service without being allowed to be
victimized by their unrelenting need for sexual and emotional humiliation
and free to sabotage their careers, marriages, and lives because they are
unable to break free from their cruel and relentless obsession and its
consequences for sissies who are alone and living without supervision.
What we do for sissies is truly a kindness and what we gain from their
use is just and wholly ethical. Without us they are lost.
"All lame attempts at humor aside, I sincerely believe training and
demanding our sissies learn to prance and mince is a way of insuring they
will be exposed to and forced to endure the need to continually admit to
being less than a manly and no longer men or even bois. When a sissy is
shown to others without being allowed to hide or cover up her real self,
it reinforces her shame at being such a weak, pathetic example of manhood
and it will help you drive her deeper into submission to you and your
will for her," I explained.
"If you are like 99.99% of us, you have learned that being humiliated and
sexually shamed and demeaned is an absolutely effective, time-honored and
tested process for continuing or long-term emasculation of sissies. Your
sissy knows, or has a good idea, about how she looks as she is required
to mince and prance -- plus the requirement of some women that she keeps
her arms up near her chest and allows her wrists to go limp in front of
her makes her look even more effeminate," I continued. "It is simply
another tool in your toolbox of ways to training and condition your sissy
so she is focused on obedience and doing as she is told as well as being
compliant and accepting of new situations or instances when she may
pushed further into submissive and subservient behaviors and conditions
because it is what you wish."
Many of the women agreed and nodded their heads or clapped their hands to
show their support while the males continued to cower on their knees in
front of the woman who would be making them into sissies. "Look at the
fear in their eyes ladies," I said to end the session for the lunch
break. "The male you own is kneeling at your feet and afraid of what is
going to happen to him, but is such a weak, panty waste he feels he can
do nothing but simply accept your control of his life. He even believes
on some level he deserves being humiliated, dominated, punished, and
serve as your domestic every day, 365 days a year with no days off or
holidays and a workday that starts before sunrise and ends when you send
him to bed. And on that note, I am being told lunch is being served by
our graduating sissies and we would greatly appreciate anyone noticing
service that is not clearly outstanding and befitting the superior
females they are serving.
As I was getting her "outfit" together I kept my eye on Jaime and he was
absolutely quiet and staying as still as a sissy could who had been
subjected to nearly the kind of emotional upheaval she had experienced.
After all, his aunt had never hidden her belief in Female Supremacy or
her view of males as subservient, lessor beings whose lessor status
morally justified taking control of their lives and then making them in
24/7/365 servants who did not have to be paid or even respected and I
assumed she had not hide her views from Jaime and even though she had no
interest in training such a young boi, and a boi who was her sister's, I
knew she must have demanded Jaime submit to her in some way or fashion.
First I retrieved a sissy cock gag from the closet and told Jaime to
close her eyes and open her mouth wide and keep it open. The gag is made
from semi-flexible silicon covered in leather that buckles around the
sissy's head after a life-like, three-inch long, two-inch thick is
inserted in the mouth and the sissy complies by sucking the penis gag
into her mouth and holding it there while it was fastened and then locked
so she could not remove it without permission. north
"Yes Ma'am," she said as she opened her pretty little mouth wide and
closed her eyes tight.
I slowly slid the three-inch faux 'cock' into her mouth and quickly
buckled it tightly from the back of her neck, sliding a lock into its
place so she could not take her cock-gag out without my help. In only
minutes I had the second strap buckled and in place.
"In your mouth is your cock-gag," I began as she tried to accept the gag
without getting into trouble but being new she did not know my rules and
so was uncertain about what was allowed and what was not allowed as my
sissy. "You should now transition into the 'Humble" position. 'Humble'
means you are kneeling on the floor and you sit back on your knees with
your legs spread as wide as you can get them. Finally, since I am
talking to you, and you are humbled, I expect you to maintain eye contact
at all times so I can see the humiliation in your eyes and enjoy how
easily I can make you suffer. Now hope to it, Slut! Now!"
Startled by my raised voice, Jaime jumped and began to get in position
quickly, still unsure of exactly what I expected, and she feared my
disappointment. Overall I was reasonably pleased with this first effort
and I manually made a few adjustments and had to explain to her once
again how a sissy kneels on the floor and then lowers herself by sitting
back on her feet, a position requiring more than average flexibility and
one that girls could usually do but one that males were unlikely to
achieve. Jaime came close, however, and I began to wonder if she had
been feminized before and for how long. Perhaps much longer than I had
been led to believe.
"Your cock-gag is a teaching tool and it helps sissies like you with
accepting that your time as a boy is over, and you will never be allowed
to live even a moment as a man. That all ends here," I told her and
watched her react with more tears. "It doesn't matter if you cry or
scream or beg -- you will never be a man and never fuck women like men do.
If you accept your situation and embrace your new role as my sissy maid
and cuckold I allow you to keep that tiny little cocklette that is much,
much too small for women to really enjoy.
"In fact, I am doing you a true favor by transforming you into a sissy
maid and cuckold by sparing you from the laughs and shameful humiliation
if you tried to seduce a woman sometime and she finds that pathetic
excuse for a penis. Do you understand me, Bitch?!"
She nodded yes as the tears slowly filled her eyes and she looked up at
me in complete defeat, her belief in her masculinity, no matter how much
doubt she had deep down inside her, was being destroyed. It would take
much more than a day, of course, but she would break in time and embrace
being my servant and property. She would embrace and believe she
deserved losing her right to make her own choices and eventually she
would not even bother to consider her options and simply wait until she
was told what she was to do next and how she felt about it.
They all break.
Next, a four-inch, leather posture collar was locked around her neck and
it was quickly followed with locking leather wrist cuffs that were
attached by a short chain to two of the collar's several lead rings and
locked in place. This would make the girl remember to keep her arms up
above her waist and in front of her chest while allowing her wrists to
bend limply in front of her to arouse a feeling of girlish, effeminate
bois who are recognized as lacking masculinity and a sense of their own
manhood.
"Later, when you begin practicing walking in heels and holding your body
gracefully as if you are nothing but part of the background, those wrist
restraints will help you remember how a sissy carries herself as she
minces and prances about as she goes about her duties," I told her as I
attached a leather leash to her collar and pulled her up to her feet.
"Nod your head for me if you are happy that I will be demanding you
perfect the effeminate way sissies have of walking and holding their body
and arms when serving their betters."
She nodded agreement and I laughed at how transparently she was simply
parroting back to me the answer she knew I wanted. That was okay in a
sissy, especially one as new to training and conditioning as Jaime
appeared to be ultimately forcing her to say she agreed with how she was
treated, or that she was thankful for how hard I paddled her when she
made even the slightest mistake. Making her accept that what I think
should be what she thinks and in time, after her ego and masculinity has
been steadily and systematically degraded, she would begin to question
why she did not think the way she should and then her feelings of being
less and weaker would build up and contribute to her poor self-image.
"If you are noticed because of clumsiness you will be punished and
punished severely," I told her in a tone that suggested I was helping and
not threatening her. "A sissy is graceful and blends into the
background. She is focused on her duties and always with the
understanding that her behavior is a reflection upon her owner and so she
seeks to make her owner proud by being the best sissy maid servant ever.
Don't you agree? Don't you want to make me proud of you?"
Again, she nodded agreement, knowing it was required. In time these
answers would begin to be her thoughts and eventually my new sissy would
not only do and perform as I told her, she would think and feel what I
wanted her to think and feel about it.
"Stand up and spread your legs wide for me now," I instructed her while I
went into the kitchen and retrieved a small bowl of ice. When I returned
she was just as I had left her, not moving an inch and her small erection
still standing out from her body.
"Okay, we are almost done getting you dressed," I explained. "Next I
want to put on a pair of thigh-high stockings. You may lean over and
grab my shoulder for support while you raise your right leg and point
your toes out in front."
I began to slip the first stocking on her without any issues and when I
pulled it up to her thigh its upper elastic held it in place very nicely.
The second stocking went on just as easily and now I was ready to put her
first pair of high heels on her and see how she faired in them. I
decided to be kind and start her off on two-inch heels and so I got a
pair from the closet along with the accompanying locks that would mean
she could not remove the heels without me unlocking them first.
"You are lucky I am being kind and allowing you to begin with two-inch
heels," I said as I told her to slip into the heels I had placed on the
floor in front of her. "Now step into your pretty new heels, and we can
get started." She obeyed and tried to maintain her balance but still
needed to hold my shoulder to keep from falling.
"You'll master balance in time," I told her, placing her hand on one of
the bed's posts as I knelt and locked both heels in place. "And you will
see that like most of your sissy apparel your heels lock in place and can
only be removed once I unlock them for you. Are you glad I am locking
the heels on you, so you feel even less powerful and more helpless
because I lock you in your outfits?"
"Um, mp-hy," she mumbled as she tried to agree. I smiled at her and was
happy I would have the chance to make her into what she would become.
"Good girl," I said praising her. "Now we only have one more training
device to put on and I'm afraid your little erection is in the way so I'm
going to make it go away for you, okay sweetie?"
"Ump-ys-mph," she mumbled, clearly afraid of what was about to happen.
I quickly took the bowl of ice and held it under her scrotum and in one
quick motion submerged her tiny, erect penis and scrotum into the ice
water, causing the sissy to jump with freight. I held her under for
several minutes as she jerked and jumped slightly, having to keep her
balance in her heels limiting her movements.
"I know baby, I know," I said soothingly. "It is very cold, but my only
alternative would be to whip your little cocklette with a whip until you
lost your erection and that is much more unpleasant."
After a few minutes her erection died and her small penis shrunk until it
was incredibly tiny, tiny enough that I hoped my extra-small, cock cage
would still secure her. I dabbed a small bit of lotion around the head
of her penis and slipped it inside the pink, plastic sheath and then
began to encircle her testicles with the plastic rings, and then
attaching the whole thing together with the guide pins that lock her
penis to her scrotum rings. In a few minutes I was ready to lock her
into her chastity cage.
"Now what I have just done was to lock your tiny, cocklette into a pink
chastity cage and now I am locking it in place," I told her in a matter-
of-fact tone. "You will not only not orgasm without permission; you will
not even be allowed an erection without my permission. Sissies do not
deserve to orgasm like real men and so we will begin limiting your
orgasms severely as part of your training. If you wish to ever feel that
lovely feeling of release again I recommend you stay on your best
behavior and do you very best to please me. Do you understand me?"
"Umph-ysp-mph," she agreed.
"Good girl," I said. "And one last piece of business before we begin
your training. Your name is no longer Jaime. You are now Sissy Daisy
Jones, but we will call you Daisy. The lawyers will have your name
legally changed next week."
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