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Becoming a Maid for Mark and Rebecca, Part Seven -
Ms. Rebecca Begins Stevie's Transformation
"And so, Stevie, that brings us nearly up-to-date," I told the quivering
mound of needy, sexually charged flesh kneeling on the floor at my feet.
"Ms. Stephanie and her sissy maid and cuckold Prissy showed me that what
Mark wanted from the sissy he owned was not only possible, it was being
accomplished by dominant men and women everywhere. We could take a
submissive male, a very submissive male in our case, and transform him
into an obedient, emasculated and de-maled sissy maid and cuckold with
relative ease."
I bent down and tweaked Stevie's leaking little cocklette and laughed as
the poor boi tried to process the incredible emotions, physical reactions,
and sexual excitement he was experiencing. "What is important, we learned
from our research, was to pick a very, very submissive male to transform,
and that is why you are here, Stevie. You are the submissive male we
intend to transform into our sissy maid and cuckold."
Poor Stevie was processing so many feelings I wasn't completely sure he
heard me completely and I slapped him hard across the face to insure I had
his complete attention. Shocked, he whimpered and reached for his cheek
with his hand reflexively, but a hard look from me let him know to lower
his hand and return it to behind his back where I wanted it. "You are a
pathetic excuse for a male, and you should be ashamed of how weak and
spineless you are, Stevie," I told him.
"Yes Ma'am," he answered, focused on me once more. "I am weak and
spineless and deserve everything that you are doing to me," he continued.
"Good girl, Stevie," I said, praising him for his humiliating,
emasculating answer. "You confess to your weaknesses honestly and without
trying to cover-up your lack of manhood. Now, before we move forward,
drop down and lick up the mess your dripping little cocklette has made on
my floor."
"Yes Ma'am," he responded obediently and then dropped his head and began
licking up the puddles of seminal fluid that had leaked from his cocklette
during our discussion.
"What a panty waist you are, Stevie," I said teasing him. "You are truly
excellent sissy material since I doubt you ever were a man, and watching
you lick up your own pre-cum simply proves my point. So, I think it's
time to accept you are no longer going to be allowed to pretend to be a
man, and you are no longer going to be allowed anything masculine or manly
in your life.
"So, first things first," I continued. "I've discussed this with Mark,
and he agrees completely that you are no longer named Stevie. Stevie is a
submissive male name, and you are no longer allowed anything masculine.
We have decided to name you Daisy, and on Monday Mark will process the
paperwork to legally change your name to Daisy the Sissy James."
Finished licking up his mess, the future sissy now named Daisy raised back
up, so she was kneeling on the floor and looked up at me. "Does this mean
you want to own me? You have decided to make me into your sissy maid and
cuckold?" she asked hopefully.
I crossed my legs and smiled. "Well, since Mark is the master of this
house and owns us all, it will be Mark who will give you a final choice
tonight and allow you to make your last decision, to make your last
choice."
Daisy smiled as tears of happiness and need formed in her pretty blue
eyes.
I stood and took the pink posture collar and matching leash I had laid out
earlier for just this moment and walked over to Daisy and buckled her into
the posture collar before locking it and attaching the leash.
"I am to get you presentable for Mark, Daisy," I explained as I jerked her
leash and began walking toward our bedroom in the back of the house.
"Come, bitch."
"Yes Ma'am," he mumbled and began crawling after me. "Thank you, Ma'am."
I took him into the master bedroom and then had him crawl into the master
bathroom where Mark had renovated one of the three walk-in closets that
were original to the house to serve as a D/s prepping station. Leading
him into the middle of the large, Texas bath, I told him to stay while I
began to fill the huge, Jacuzzi tub with warm water and then added a
healthy dose of bath oils that worked on softening the skin with a
relaxing, restful fragrance that seemed to take the edge off when you
needed the edge taken off.
"Once we have the tub filled-up for you I want you to get in and take a
long bath and use the washcloths, your new loofah, and soap to insure you
are as clean as you have ever been," I told her.
Then I went to get her daily vitamins and smiled knowing Daisy would
likely believe I was giving her hormones, but in reality I actually gave
her a multi-vitamin and a small dose of an anti-anxiety drug that would
relax her mind and allow her to embrace her new sissy identity. I handed
Daisy the pills and my glass of wine to chase them down, telling her the
pills were "good for developing sissies."
"Thank you," she said quietly as she took the pills and swallowed them
both with objection.
"Good girl," I said, smoothing her hair with my hand gently to help her
relax. The poor thing had really been through the ringer today, but
tonight she would formally accept Mark as her Master and agree to a life
lived completely under his control and recognizing him as having full
authority without constraints or limits. She would be giving up her right
to make her own decisions and she would accept that being owned by her
Master meant she was property and no longer allowed to think or act on her
own behalf. She would learn to focus entirely on Mark, and me too on
occasion, placing his pleasure and well-being above all else.
"It's time to strip-off all your clothes, Daisy," I instructed her as the
water rose to over half-full.
"Yes Ma'am," she answered, standing and stripping off what little clothing
she had left on and then standing nude before, humiliated and shamed at
being displayed and her insecurity about the size of her small cocklette
embarrassed and emasculated her spirit.
"Its best Mark recognized you for the sissy you are, Daisy," I said with a
mocking tone. "That little cocklette is not big enough to do anything but
frustrate a woman sexually. It's best that its kept locked in a chastity
cage, and only released when you reach a level of sexual frustration that
begins to negatively impact your value as a domestic and sexual service
toy."
"Um, Yes Ma'am," she answered. "I know I'm too small to please a woman
and I'm so grateful for the opportunity to learn a new way of pleasing my
betters as a sissy maid and cuckold."
"Well said sissy!"
"Thank you Ma'am."
"The little thing is still erect, however," I commented.
"Yes Ma'am, I can't help it Ma'am," she responded shyly.
"You can't help this excites you," I continued. "Sissies like you are
often sexually excited by being humiliated and emasculated as they serve
their owners. Perhaps you are just like them -- weak, spineless, helpless.
Fortunately for everyone, submissive males and submissive bois are more
recognized than ever before and we know much more about how to use them
humanely and give them the long-term training and conditioning they need
to become useful servants to their owners as sissy maids and often as
cuckolds."
"Yes Ma'am," Daisy admitted honestly. " I have needed this for so very
long. I hoped and wished for a strong, dominant couple like you and Mark
who understand the purpose of sissies like me and who will insure I am
used for their enjoyment and benefit."
Noticing the tub was over two-thirds full now, I removed her leash and
told Daisy to step carefully into the large tub and wait for me to teach
her how we expect our sissies to bath themselves in preparation for
service. She did as she was told and soon she was knee deep in steaming
hot water heavily scented with bath oils. I handed her a wash cloth and
told her to scrub her whole body, from head to toe, letting the bath oils
begin softening her skin. I watched as the poor sissy with the tiny,
erect cocklette washed and cleaned herself, knowing she was being put
through this to make her pretty for her owners' pleasure.
"That's my pretty, sissy girl," I cooed as she bathed. "Make sure and do
a good job scrubbing your skin clean for me. As a sissy, you will need to
take much better care of your skin than you were when you were still
allowed to pretend you were a boi, but we will cover how to keep pretty
for your owners at a later date."
"Yes Ma'am," she replied as she worked hard at washing and scrubbing her
skin for me.
"Now, it is nearly 2:00 PM and we do not have unlimited time before Mark
arrives home and wants you to present yourself to him formally. He will
expect you to offer him ownership of you as his sissy maid and cuckold,
and there is a good deal of things I need to tell you about what that will
mean for you, what being owned means for you, and what becoming Mark's
sissy maid and cuckold means for you specifically. So I want to walk and
chew gum if you can focus, given your situation I mean," I explained as I
went into the Prep Room and retrieved a bottle of depilatory cream, a
three-pack of pink, lady's razors, and a small, perfumed can of shaving
cream. "Can you follow instructions and still listen closely to the
information I need to share with you, Daisy?"
"Um, Yes Ma'am," she answered, stopping her work for just a moment to make
sure she heard me clearly.
"Good," I said as I went back into the Prep Room and found my electric
hair clippers and walking back into the bathroom I told Daisy to stop
cleaning herself and to wash her body off to make sure she wasn't covered
in soap, and to then carefully get out of the bath and walk over to where
I was sitting at a make-up table where I could plug-in the clippers.
I smiled as I saw Daisy emerging from the submissive boi Stevie, and I
knew Mark would be pleased when I was finished dressing and training him
for tonight's activities. She was unsure of herself and even walking the
few feet from the tub to where I was sitting seemed to be fraught with
potential problems. When she got close enough I reached out and grabbed
her little cocklette, not quite as hard as it had been but still
reasonably erect and pulled her to me, laughing as she whimpered and
scampered to keep up with her cocklette.
"Shhhh," I told her. "Be quiet and be a good girl and I'm going to give
you a gift," I continued as I moved her around by using her cock to push
and pull her until she finally understood where I wanted her to stand.
"Would you like a gift from me, Daisy?"
"Oh, yes please, Ms. Rebecca," she said, her excitement building.
"And you promise to be a good girl for me, Daisy?" I asked seductively as
I began to gently manipulate her tiny cocklette with my fingertips. "Will
you obey me and do everything I tell you so we can have you ready to
present to your new Master tonight?"
"Y-y-yes Ma'am," she mumbled, her desire beginning to overwhelm her
senses. The poor thing had been on the edge of an orgasm for most of four
hours now and the sexual tension and excitement of everything that was
happening to her was making it almost impossible for her to think.
I began to work her cocklette, back-and-forth, slowly and methodically --
keeping a watchful eye on her face and her scrotum, both of which signaled
a sissy was about ready to come before she actually ejaculated. Her eyes
rolled back in her head as she let out a small moan that was almost a
whimper ash her hips started to dance to the rhythm of my finger tips on
her cocklette.
"If you orgasm I will paddle your little balls with a ping pong paddle,
Daisy," I said, my tone kindness and loving in contrast to the message
which was scary and even a little cruel considering how sexually charged I
had her by now. Too bad, I thought. Sissy bitches suffer and you might
as well begin now.
She moaned understanding, accepting she could not orgasm and yet secretly
hoping I would allow her some release from the intestine sexual
frustration and excitement she was feeling. To frustrate here even more I
began to speed up the action of my fingertips on her cocklette and gave
her full minute of bliss before I suddenly let go and laughed as the sissy
moaned loudly in frustration as her hips involuntarily began to thrust
into the air in a vain attempt to find the pleasure she needed once more.
"That is enough for now, sweetie," I told her as she tried to regain her
composure. "What do you say, slut?"
"Oh, yes, oh thank you so much," she said quickly, recognizing her mistake
at not thanking me for allowing her the pleasure, but she did not yet
understand she should also be thanking me for denying her an orgasm and
letting her remain frustrated and needy. She would learn that Mark and I
enjoyed keeping her sexually frustrated and it amused us to watch her try
to accept she "wanted" to be denied because we enjoyed denying her.
Similarly, she was also likely to be a much more focused servant and pay
much closer attention to our needs and the tasks we had her performing for
us, and so keeping her needy also made her a better servant and so she
should also want to be kept frustrated because she wanted to learn to
become a better servant.
I dropped a towel onto the floor and told her to stand right in the middle
of it and reached behind me and grabbed my hair clippers. When I flipped
the on-switch and the sound of the clippers humming to life filled the
bathroom poor Daisy jumped involuntarily, afraid of what she did not know
or understand.
"Don't be afraid, Daisy," I told her. "These are just clippers to thin
out your pubic hair and that little patch on your chest before we put you
back in the tube and apply a nice depilatory cream to get you smooth and
completely hairless from the neck down."
"Y-yes Ma'am," she responded as I began to trim away her pubic hair,
cutting it down short enough so that the combination of the depilatory
cream and hand razors would make sure she was smooth all over, the way
Mark insisted all his slaves keep themselves. As I trimmed away the
little tufts of hair on her chest and under her arms, I took a moment and
really inspected her body. She was perhaps 5'8" at most and weighed
probably 150 pounds -- much too much for Mark's tastes I knew and getting
her thin would be a priority. She wasn't at all muscular and I could
easily see getting her arms small enough that no one would ever suspect
she was a sissy and not a real girl.
"You'll be so much pretty once we have all this nasty boy hair removed and
your body is nice and pink and smooth, the way your new Master likes his
sex slaves," I said as I gave her a once over to see if I missed anything
before putting her back in the bath and giving her the depilatory cream to
apply.
I laughed as I watched her little cocklette begin to grow erect again as
she applied the cream all over her body. "That's a good girl," I said
praising her. "You must never, never let Mark or I find you with ugly boy
hair anywhere on your body. And that includes stubble that you fail to
remove as well," I explained to her.
"This is a mistake that will get you punished, and punished severely," I
warned her. "Do you understand me, Daisy?"
"Oh, yes Ma'am," she answered. "If I fail to stay clean and pink I will
be punished severely."
"Very good, Daisy," I told her. "And do you think that is fair of us? To
punish you for overlooking even a small instance of stubble?"
"Um, yes Ma'am," she answered, turning her body toward me a little so she
could look at me while she answered my questions and applied hair removal
lotion. "It's very fair. If I disobey you, I must be punished so I learn
to be more observant and a better slave and servant to both of you."
"Very good answer, Daisy," I said, quite impressed with how well she
comprehended the life of a sissy. "That's enough of the cream for now,
Daisy. I want you to stand up straight and face me, hands down at your
sides."
"Yes Ma'am," she answered, turning towards me and lowering her hands so
that her small, erect cocklette was on display, and I knew that in that
moment waves of humiliation and shame were washing over her sissy mind.
The emasculation of being forced to show her small, wholly inadequate
cocklette and silently accepting the ridicule and derision of anyone
within sight of her pathetic member is something a sissy both loves and
fears. In one sense, sissies thrive on being humiliated with their
weaknesses and inadequacies clearly visible to everyone because it
triggers conflicting emotions and feelings, most notably being humiliated
is a sexual trigger for sissies.
"Oh, Daisy," I said, laughing as I pointed at her erect cocklette. "You
poor, sad sissy. How have you endured the shame and ridicule that such a
small cock must have caused you?"
"I have had to learn to endure embarrassment and humiliation," she said
emotionally. "Always hoping somehow, someday a woman would not mind so
much."
"But you understand, at least by now, don't you?"
"Yes Ma'am," she answered, awkwardly shifting her weight from foot-to-foot
as she stood completely naked before me while the hair removal cream was
working to wash away the small amount of body hair she had naturally. "I
understand now, Ma'am."
"Then explain it to me, Daisy," I said smiling.
"I, um, I understand that women could never truly enjoy sex with someone
like me," she said blushing.
"What do you mean by 'someone like me'?" I asked, making sure she
experienced every ounce of humiliation as she was taught to be ashamed of
her undersized penis and that it meant she could never be a real man.
"Someone with a tiny cocklette like me," she said, tears welling up yet
again in her puffy, red eyes. The hair removal cream, having been spread
over her skin for a good ten full minute now was no doubt beginning to
burn slightly and Daisy began to shift her weight that made her look like
she was dancing to a tune only she could hear.
"That's exactly right, Daisy," I told her as I turned on the shower,
purposely keeping the temperature setting on Cold. "It is a pathetic
cocklette and of use to no one, and it is one of many signs that you are
truly a sissy and that your only hope to be loved is as an owned sissy
maid and cuckold."
"Yes Ma'am," she admitted.
"Okay, carefully now girl, out of the tub and into the shower for me," I
said, reaching out and taking her by the hand to make sure she didn't slip
as she got out of my wonderfully luxurious jacuzzi tub. As she stepped
into the shower she sensed the cold water and instinctively tried to back
away from the flowing cascade of cold water pulsing out of the showerhead.
I quick little slap to her cute little bottom reprimanded her attitude and
she stepped into the cold shower and whimpered as the cold water
introduced her to a new way of suffering.
"Sissies do not deserve even the small curtesy of a warm shower," I said,
pushing her forward to insure she was fully under the shower of cold.
"You must be broken of any belief you deserve any better, Daisy. You must
embrace your subservient status if you ever wish to be happy."
"Y-y-yes Ma'am," she answered as the cold water washed away her body hair
as we both watched.
"Spread your legs open so the water can finish removing the hair around
your cocklette," I instructed her and then, once she was smooth and clean
on her front I had her bend and spread her bottom open to allow the water
to remove the hair the removal cream had removed completely. She meekly
obeyed as she shivered and whimpered slightly. Smiling, I noticed her
tiny erection had been lost and her cocklette had shrunk to less than two
inches in length and less than a half-inch in diameter.
Pulling her out of the shower by her ear, I laughed and told her she was
even less a man that I had originally thought as I guided her back into
the jacuzzi which she gratefully accepted, thanking me as I pushed her
down into the water so her body was fully submerged and the warm, scented
bath water began to heat her cold body.
"We are almost getting to the end of my story and the moment when I
explain in detail what Mark demands of you, Daisy," I told her as she
warmed herself in the tub.
"Part of this process has been to insure you are willing to accept the
humiliation and shame that marks the life of sissies and sissy cuckolds in
particular," I explained. "Next we will help you recognize yourself as a
sissy, and that you have always been drawn to being used and enjoyed by
your betters."
"It's time for you to tell me about serving as Mark's Beta Boy, Daisy," I
instructed her as she soaked her body in the huge, jacuzzi bath that Mark
had installed in our master bathroom as part of his custom remodeling of
the master bedroom and master bathroom to better suit our particular
needs.
"Yes Ma'am," Daisy said sleepily, the combination of the extreme
experiences of the day she was having with the soothing scented bath oils
and candles had helped the sissy relax and I was happy to see him so
docile and restful.
"You may begin by admitting what you were and the story you are sharing
with me, Daisy."
"Yes Ma'am," she answered dreamily. "I was Mark's Beta Boi in College and
served him obediently as a beta male."
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