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Becoming a Maid for Mark and Rebecca, Part Six -
Ms. Rebecca Tells Stevie About Her Time with Stephanie
I rang the doorbell and waited patiently, glancing up and down the street
and looking to see if there was anything unique about the neighborhood. A
few seconds after I rang, the door opened slowly and there before me was a
maid formerly dressed in a full, French maid's uniform complete with a
lacy white apron and a black-and-white cap pinned to her hair. The maid's
dress was black with white lace trim and it was cut short, so it came to
the top of her thighs and to accessorize the uniform a pair of black mesh,
thigh-high stocks were added as well as black, locking, four-inch high
heels.
"May I help you, Madame?" the maid asked in a soft, but high-pitched
voice. While I was nearly positive this maid was actually Stephanie's
male-wife and sissy, I had to admit that at first glance it was not at all
evident she was anything but female. Her face was thin and heavily made-
up, so her eyes were lined with dark-black eye liner and her eyelids
painted a pretty blue. Her cheeks were red with blush and her lips were
expertly painted with an expensive lipstick applied with a lipstick liner
to make the lips "pop."
"Yes," I answered. "My name is Rebecca and I have an appointment with
Stephanie," I continued, much more formerly than I might have spoken
otherwise.
At my being identified the maid smiled and curtseyed gracefully while
using her arms and hands to waive me inside the house as she did. "Oh,
yes of course, Ms. Rebecca," she said. "Ms. Stephanie has been looking
forward to your visit and if you will follow me, I will show you the way
to the living room and then go and inform Ms. Stephanie of your arrival."
"Yes, I am here to see Stephanie," I said, only beginning to realize that
her maid was her sissy maid and that the feminine appearing maid was
actually Stephanie's male-wife in full sissy mode. Was this sissy
blushing? The humiliation waiting on another woman made the sissy feel
must have been intense because as I got a better look at Stephanie's sissy
maid I could see the worry and fear in her eyes. And it excited me!
"Yes, Ms. Stephanie has been waiting for you," the maid said in a voice
obviously studied and meant to mimic the higher tone of a woman's voice.
"If you will follow me, I will seat you while I inform Ms. Stephanie of
your arrival."
I followed the maid inside and looked around Stephanie's house as I was
shown to the living room, and if nothing else I could see she insisted
upon her maid doing her job diligently and the house was as clean and neat
as any I have ever seen. Stephanie lived in a modest, three-bedroom
ranch-style home in a mixed area, one of the half-dozen or so small cities
that had grown in between Fort Worth and Dallas in the last fifty years.
The yard was as well cared for as her house and I realized how much a
sissy maid for a husband can contribute maintaining the home when properly
motivated.
"If you will wait here, Miss Rebecca," the maid said politely. I will
notify Ms. Stephanie of your arrival and if you like, I can bring you a
drink of your preference on my way back. Is there anything you prefer?"
"Yes, thank you," I said smiling. "I will have a diet soft drink, doesn't
matter the brand, in a large glass with plenty of ice."
"Yes Miss, right away Miss," the maid responded as she completed a nearly
perfect example of a curtsy before prancing off to find Stephanie. Before
I could even choose a place to sit I heard Stephanie emerge from what I
assumed was the master bedroom and before any time past she was entering
the living room, smiling from ear to ear, her arms both outstretched in a
show of welcome.
"Oh, it is so nice to have such beauty in my home," she said as she kissed
both cheeks and then led me to the sofa where we both sat.
"You are too kind," I replied with a similar smile to the one I saw
Stephanie was displaying. Perhaps she was as anxious to enjoy me as I was
to enjoy her, I thought happily.
"I have to admit," she began, still smiling. "I am incredibly excited to
have you visit me. I feel like a school girl."
I laughed with her good-naturedly. "If I'm honest, I feel the same," I
confessed.
"Oh, perfect," she said, inching a little closer to me on the couch and
reaching out to me she gracefully allowed her right hand to linger briefly
before settling down gently on my knee.
"Mark told me about your conversation," I told her, wanting to be honest
with her from the very start. "You can lead us today because this is your
world, not mine. However, Mark doesn't want you to be truly 'dominant'
with me, not the way you are with your sissy, if that makes sense."
Stephanie waved her hand and smiled as she told me not to worry 'my little
head' about the conversation Mark had instigated the previous night, and
while he had told me what he had told Stephanie, I had no idea how he said
it nor if he had been a little rude which would not have been beyond my
experience with Mark.
"Rebecca, this pathetic sissy and pantywaist is my former husband, Prissy
the Sissy Maid," Stephanie said smiling as she waived a hand in front of
the blushing, feminized male who stood before me wearing a firm-fitting,
black, French maid's uniform with a lacy white apron, dark stockings and
wearing a pair of six-inch stiletto heels that I noticed had little locks
behind the heel. It was an absurdly girlish outfit, one only a juvenile
would wear and not something any woman above eighteen would be caught dead
wearing.
"Pansy display your locked little cocklette for my guest," she told him
and I could see he was humiliated and shamed at what she demanded. His
weakness and humiliation only fueled her dominance.
"Or would you prefer to have me show her what a sissy you are using my
paddle?" she asked when the sissy hesitated briefly.
"No Ma'am," the sissy responded in a soft, weakened voice that was not
really a woman's but not still a man's deeper voice either. "I'll display
my caged cocklette as you wish, Goddess." And as she spoke she slid her
panties down, so they were around her ankles and then pulled her dress up
with both hands and posed for us.
Between her legs was a small, terribly small, pink cock cage that was
locked with a small silver lock and must have only barely been able to
cover her penis, regardless of how small it might be, but I would later
learn that there were even smaller models available. How sad for those
men, I thought.
"You'll see her small cocklette is nicely locked in its chastity cage and
it will remain there until I choose to allow her a release," Stephanie
told me as she walked over to the sissy and placed a hand behind her cage
and pushed so the cage came forward and appeared as if it were on display.
Her sissy whimpered slightly before a glance from Stephanie silenced her
quickly. "Most sissies are denied for long periods of time, but I
generally allow my Pansy a release once a month, if she is a good girl."
"Oh goodness," I commented. "That must be torture for the poor sissy."
"Oh, it is not only a wonderful way to ensure the sissy remains in a
constant state of suffering, it is also a wonderful way of ensuring the
sissy becomes focused entirely on her owner and in serving as perfectly as
she possibly can," Stephanie shared. "You see her only hope for my taking
mercy on her is if she serves me without blemish and maintains a positive,
happy attitude in the process."
"And her outfit is so outlandish," I commented. "Do you have difficulty
making her wear such, well such sissy-sissy outfits?"
"Oh, at times the silly girl gets it in her mind she might one day return
to being a man and might allowed to dress like a man again," Stephanie
told me honestly. "The process of emasculation is on-going, and it takes
several years before the sissy is broken of her will completely. However,
that is why I firmly believe that submissive males who are made into
sissies should never be allowed to dress in a feminine way that might
allow the sissy to 'pass' as a real woman and thus avoid the humiliation
and emasculation she would suffer if forced to present as a frilly sissy
wearing a school girl's dress, domestic maid's uniform, etc."
I rose and walked closer to the sissy displaying her micro-penis locked
inside a chastity cage without any push-back or hesitation.
"She is so fucking small!" I said when I got closer. That must be so
small it is totally useless for pleasing a woman sexually."
"Oh, it is the smallest wee-wee I have ever seen," Stephanie said as she
looked at Prissy with some degree of cruelty in her eyes. "Prissy,
explain to Ms. Rebecca about males like you with such tiny little thingies
they are useless to women sexually."
"Yes Ma'am," the sissy replied as she maintained keeping her dress high
above where her small cocklette was locked away in an equally small and
cute chastity cage. "I am too small to please a woman and I am grateful
that Ms. Stephanie has allowed me to be present when she takes a
masculine, alpha male into her bed and lets him fuck her hard and deep,
and I am rewarded by being allowed to enjoy the look of pure pleasure on
her face as her man fucks her."
"What a selfish little sissy you have, Stephanie," I said laughing.
"Oh, it's all true," she said seriously. "At first the little bitch let
the fragments of remaining male ego convince her that she should object to
my cuckolding her, but that was disposed of fairly quickly by simply
keeping the sissy locked in her cage and letting her choose every night if
she was going to cooperate in her cuckolding or continue to be difficult.
Of course, not cooperating meant she was severely punished. She held out
almost two whole nights, and on the second night I began paddling her and
struck the welts and bruises on her bottom from the previous night. That
was just too much for her and she relented," she said with what I thought
might be a hint of pride in her sissy and her coming to embrace being
cuckolded.
"You sound pleased with her, when you tell the story I mean," I shared.
"You're proud of her for cooperating with her cuckolding and her devotion
to your sexual freedom and pleasure. Am I right?"
She smiled and walked over to her sissy and took his scrotum in the palm
of her hand. "How long since you were allowed a release of any kind,
Prissy?"'
Still standing as still as she could, holding her dress up so her chastity
cage was presentable, I could see what I thought might just be hope
filling the sissy's eyes at her owner's question. "I was allowed a ruined
orgasm twenty-two days ago, Ms. Stephanie," she answered obediently.
"And the last time you were allowed an actual orgasm without it being
impaired or limited in some way?"
"Um, almost three months, Ms. Stephanie. Before my ruined orgasm I was
allowed a milking session and a few weeks before that another ruined
orgasm," she said as Stephanie must have begun squeezing the poor sissy's
scrotum in the palm of her hand. I imagined it must have been incredibly
painful and only got worse as Stephanie continued to gradually increase
the pressure she was applying. The sissy whimpered slightly from the
abuse she was enduring, and from the look on Stephanie's face the sissy
was suffering simply because Stephanie got off on watching her sissy
suffer, and suffer without even objecting as the sissy stood still and
simply experienced the sadism of her owner with only her hope that Ms.
Stephanie would not keep squeezing for much longer.
"Oh tell me about ruined orgasms," I said as I walked closer to where
Stephanie and her sissy were standing, gently wrapping my arm around
Stephanie's shoulders and lightly kissing her neck and shoulders.
Stephanie moaned slightly and turned her head and neck into me, smiling at
me as she finally abandoned her torture of the sissy and focused on me
instead. "You are so fucking sexy," she hissed as she let me keep kissing
her neck and shoulders.
I stopped briefly, telling her I wanted to hear about ruined orgasms and
if she explained it to me then I would keep nibbling on her. She laughed
and said that was the kind of thing a mean-ass dominant woman would do to
a poor male, but she had sissy go and get the tools Stephanie used to
administer ruined orgasms as well as prostate milkings. The sissy
returned with quite the array of BDSM toys including more than a few
medical devices and tools that Stephanie used on her sissy.
When the tray was set on the coffee table, Stephanie and I were lost in
our girlie make-out session pay attention for a few minutes, but
eventually I noticed the tools and toys on the tray and pulled Stephanie
down next to me on the couch where we could easily reach the tools on the
coffee table immediately in front of us.
"You've watched when a man is close, he will begin shaking and thrusting
his hips or holding his breath or pushing his cock forward," she explained
as she took my hand in hers. Prissy, having delivered the tools to deliver
either a ruined orgasm or a prostate milking was a mess of hopeful need
and desire. "Prissy, why don't you explain the rest to her. After all,
you gave Mistress Amanda's two sissies ruined orgasms the weekend she
babysat you. How did you do it?"
Prissy shifted her weight from side-to-side and stammered she obeyed
Mistress Amanda when she told Prissy to milk her submissive males.
Mistress Amanda had ordered the ruined orgasms and Prissy had only obeyed
her direction. Obviously, Prissy was confused and humiliated by ruining
the orgasms of two submissive males and she began babbling about being
"told to do it" for nearly a minute before Stephanie reached over and
slapped her hard across the face. Prissy froze and shut up immediately.
"Your babbling, you demented sissy," Stephanie said seeming in a nice tone
given she had just slapped the hell out of her sissy maid husband. "Now
tell us what happened and if I have to get your attention again I'm
putting your nipples in alligator clamps and attaching a leash.
Understand me?"
"Oh, yes Ma'am, thank you for correcting me Ma'am," she said weakly.
"Focus on your story and I know how humiliated you feel when we talk about
some of your duties as a sissy that you believe makes you feel weak and
helpless when your duties involve you servicing or dressing or some other
sissy activity with a sissy who, like you, was a former male," Stephanie
said, seemingly to reassure the slut her sexuality and sexual behavior was
not hers to control or even choose. A sissy, I learned later, was simply
sexual and having a sissy suck a cock or spread her legs for a man to fuck
her was perfectly reasonable no matter how much the sissies involved might
try to protest, hoping you will believe their claims of not being gay and
not being excited by servicing dominant men.
"Yes Ma'am," Prissy agreed. "It was last month, on a Saturday, and I was
staying with Mistress Amanda while you were visiting Master at his beach
house. Mistress Amanda is a young professional woman and owns two sissies
who are very young themselves. I believe Pansy is twenty-two and Fifi is
younger than that, I think."
"This is a woman who has invested well!" I said laughing.
"Mistress Amanda had only recently locked them in chastity cages a month
earlier because she expected they were playing with their little sissy
clits when she was working and once the housekeeper quit and the two
sissies became full-time maids and domestic servants, there was no one to
watch them during day. Both were locked in small, pink CB-6000 chastity
cages and had been locked-up for five weeks on the weekend I stayed with
them."
"And were the sissies well-trained and reflect well on their owner,
Mistress Amanda?" Stephanie asked pointedly.
"Um, No Ma'am," stammered Prissy. "They would not make it if you were
their owner. I mean they are still young, but they mess around when
Mistress Amanda is busy or focused elsewhere."
"No excuse for sissies who do not represent their owners in the best light
possible," Stephanie commented.
"Get to the ruined orgasms part," I said to get the story moving.
"Mistress Amanda said they had gone thirty days without even being allowed
erections and she was happy with the results of denying her sissies any
release for over a month. Both sissies were constantly leaking pre-cum
from their little sissy clits which Mistress Amanda had only removed a few
times during the month for cleaning," Prissy began sharing.
"When I was being inspected by Mistress Amanda upon my arrival she was
being very strict with me and giving me small "sissy knowledge tests" like
how to walk with my hands up and wrists limp or how to serve tea and when
a curtsy is required. After an hour or so she was satisfied with my
service and decided she would take advantage of my being there for the
weekend and get my help giving her two sissies ruined orgasms, cleaning
their cages, and locking them right back up so they would be forced to
endure denial for as long as Mistress Amanda decided it was best.
"She winked at me and told her two sissies to follow her to the basement
training room and both sissies got really quiet and very submissive. I
could see they were afraid of the things that are done to sissies in
basement training rooms," Prissy said without a touch of irony.
"Are you afraid of Ms. Stephanie, Prissy?" I asked, instantly curious.
The poor thing began to almost panic at the question, which was answer
enough I suppose, but I wanted to know more about how sissy maids and
cuckolds viewed their lives instead of learning from other dominant women
how they were treated. Stephanie smiled and whispered in my ear.
"If she isn't now, she will be," she said and then she began to lightly
kiss my neck while I waited for Prissy's answer.
"I know Ms. Stephanie loves me and wants what is best for me," Prissy
began, "but I'm learning that sissy maids and cuckolds should simply
accept they have no right to voice an opinion on any topic, especially if
the sissy has an issue with how she is being taught to become a better
sissy and better servant. I am afraid of the punishments Ms. Stephanie
sometimes gives me, and while I want her to enjoy her sexuality fully,
sometimes when she makes me suffer for her pleasure I feel so helpless and
weak and afraid."
"Interesting," I noted. "Does she make you suffer for her pleasure
often?"
"She usually wants my tears when she has a bull spend the night or if she
has had some wine after dinner," she said honestly, making Stephanie laugh
out loud.
"You tell her, sissy girl," Stephanie said laughing. "Now get to the
fucking ruined orgasms or you'll have nothing but ruined orgasms for the
rest of the year!"
"Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am," Prissy answered obediently and then
demonstrated her subservience with a well-executed curtsy.
"Mistress Amanda led us downstairs into the training room in the basement,
large multi-purpose area with some imposing furniture that was designed
to torment sissies and submissive males, including two inspection tables
similar to the ones they have in doctor's offices, each with a set of
imposing metal stirrups that both Mistress Amanda's sissies knew were
about to be used on them. The two were too weak and broken to do anything
but take their place on the tables and put their feet in the stirrups,
stretching their arms back over their heads and then they simply waited
for Mistress Amanda to lock them into the exam tables so they were forced
to endure whatever was about to happen without being able to do anything
but suffer and wait for it to be over.
"After she locked them into the two examination tables, Mistress Amanda
removed both chastity cages and gave them to me to clean while she teased
and edged the two sexually frustrated, needy sissies. When I returned,
Mistress Amanda had laid out a number of tools and toys that were
specifically designed to torment sissies and asked if I had ever touched
another sissy's sissy clit and I answered yes and explained Ms.
Stephanie's belief that a sissy's sexuality and sexual orientation was
defined by her Owner and Ms. Stephanie believed regular cock sucking
helped emasculate a sissy more effectively and so I was offered to some
of Ms. Stephanie's friends and colleagues as a sexual pleasure toy for
their enjoyment.
Mistress Amanda said she thought that Ms. Stephanie was an amazing woman
and agreed that allowing a sissy to decide questions about his sexuality
and sexual orientation was not within the core values or guiding
principles of the Loving Female Authority philosophy. I agreed and asked
how I might be of service and she asked me if I was familiar with the
"ruined orgasm," and I assured her I was as Ms. Stephanie continues to
extend the time I must wait between orgasms.
"I want the two sissies to have just a sliver of relief, " Mistress Amanda
had told Prissy. "They should think an orgasm is a possibility, but at
the last minute you will take a way that hope and ruin their pleasure.
Their agony will look so pretty on their faces as they realize they must
continue to stay frustrated and needy. Plus, I am going to introduce them
to eating their own cum when I do allow a release, any kind of release,
and that combination of humiliation and emasculation should get them right
back to the same state that the helpless, panty waists before we release
them from the exam tables."
"And did you ruin the poor sissys' day, Prissy?" Stephanie asked, her
hands beginning to roam across my body rather freely.
"Oh yes Ma'am," Prissy said with a note of pride. "I began by taking a
position between the two tables so I could manipulate them both
simultaneously. Mistress Amanda squirted a small amount of lube onto each
sissy's sissy clit and I then took one in each hand and began to
masturbate them both as Mistress Amanda watched.
Stephanie reached under my top and caressed each of my breast through my
bra before eventually reaching around and releasing the clasp in back,
allowing my breasts to spill forth. Quickly she ducked her head up, under
my shirt and soon my left nipple was being sucked in her mouth while her
fingers twisted and pinched my right. I moaned appreciatively and reached
down to hold her head.
"C-continue with your story," I stammered lustfully as Stephanie continued
to pleasure me.
"Y-yes Ma'am," Prissy said, obviously excited by the scene of her mistress
and owner pleasuring me. "Mistress Amanda began making fun of her two
sissy maids as they began to moan and whimper under my manipulation of
their little sissy clits. She told them how pathetic they must be to let
a sissy jerk them off like this and how much they must like being sissies
and everything that being a sissy meant."
I reached down and pulled my short skirt up so I could get to my panties
and I quickly pushed them down my legs and kicked them off in the distance
while I pushed Stephanie's head down to my dripping pussy. She moaned and
took my direction, slowly nibbling her way down my body until she was
looking directly at my pussy. She moaned softly and then took her tongue
and licked me from top to bottom and I jumped at the incredible pleasure
of her tongue in my slit.
"As the two sissies began to get close to cumming I would stop my hand and
squeeze their little sissy clits hard until they calmed down and when I
knew the danger of orgasm was past I would begin to once again slowly
manipulate them with my fingers. Each time I would stop both sissies
would moan with erotic despair and then whimper as I squeezed them -- a
scene Mistress Amanda enjoyed and applauded me for creating."
Stephanie teased my wet, swollen pussy for a few moments but sensing my
need she quickly began to lick and tongue my engorged clit, making me moan
happily.
"Finally, after I had taken both sissies to the brink of orgasm and then
denied them several times, Mistress Amanda indicated it was time for the
main event and she pointed toward Pansy while replacing my hand on Fifi's
sissy clit so I could focus entirely on Pansy. Mistress Amanda began to
urge Pansy on, telling her it was time to cum, and soon Pansy was pushing
her hips up and down as I stroked her small penis. Finally, I could see
the look on Pansy's face just as her scrotum tightened and I gave her
penis two more full strokes before letting go and watching her hump the
hair in vain. Realizing what I had done, Pansy screamed in frustration as
the first of her cum squirted from her without that satisfaction and
feeling of relief that ejaculation usually brings."
I moaned happily as Stephanie continued to pleasure me, locking her focus
on my clit. "Oh, yes baby," I whispered to her. "Don't stop. Don't
stop!"
"Just as Pansy's orgasm was being ruined I turned to watch Mistress Amanda
about to do the very same thing to Fifi who was moaning and whimpering
without stop as she was finally sexually pleasured and not sexually
frustrated and ignored. She ignored me as I reached to takeover and she
continued to increase her grip and pace as the sissy began to beg
incoherently. And just as with her sissy Pansy, Fifi showed the tell-tale
sounds of impending orgasm and Mistress Amanda laughed cruelly as she let
go of Fifi's little penis and doomed the sissy to the frustration of a
ruined orgasm.
And just as Prissy finished her tale of ruining the two sissys' orgasms, I
came hard on her Mistress' face, screaming with pleasure as I did.
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