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Becoming a Maid for Mark and Rebecca, Part Eight -
Stevie Shares His Early Days as Mark's Beta Boy
In part eight, Daisy shares how she began as Mark's beta boi and she and
Rebecca share their memories of how things changed once Rebecca became
Mark's submissive and was given control and power over Daisy when she was
still only Stevie.
"I know you two met at orientation, during the summer before you began
classes and Mark had contacted you to ask if you would like to be roommate
and split his small, studio apartment off-campus," I explained as I took a
washcloth and squeezed it over Stevie's head to let the soothing bath oils
permeate his body.
"Yes Ma'am," he answered almost as if he were in a hypnotic state. "Mark
called me and offered me the chance to be his roommate a few weeks before
classes started. I was absolutely thrilled and felt so lucky he had
picked me, especially given how much of a man's man Mark clearly was and
how little I had in common with him."
"You've always known you were not very masculine," I offered. "Isn't that
correct Daisy?"
"Yes Ma'am," he answered.
"When I asked about the rent, worried it would be too much for me, Mark
explained that he would pay the rent if I wouldn't mind taking care of the
place and making sure it was clean and that he didn't have to worry about
it interfering with his studies," Stevie explained to me as I gently
washed his body. "He explained that he was pre-Law, and he could afford
to cover my half of the rent if I could help him by removing the tedium of
housework and cleaning and shopping."
"I was so happy I thanked him over and over again and agreed to be a good
housekeeper and thoughtful roommate," Stevie continued. "He laughed good-
naturedly, the way he did when I betrayed my devotion and love for him
sometimes, telling me to meet him at the apartment two days before classes
started, telling me he would email me the address and other information."
"And so, you met him at the apartment two days before classes started," I
said, guiding him to continue his story. "And what happened to make you
into the Beta Boi that Mark introduced me to a few months into our
freshman year together?"
"Yes Ma'am," Daisy agreed. "Mark knew what I was long before I did, and I
was drawn to his power and dominance."
I laughed and smiled at the submissive male warming himself in the
jacuzzi, willing to do whatever he was told by anyone in authority.
"Go on," I told her as I walked into the closet and rolled the enema stand
next to the tub and laughed as the sissy nervously looked in the direction
of the stand and knew instinctively she should be afraid, making her
hesitate before answering me.
"Bitch, what I am going to do to you today and tonight is going to happen
and there is nothing you can do to stop it or make me change my mind," I
said sternly. "You are about to become Mark's property and I will be
helping him create a world for you to live in that centers entirely around
what we want, what we enjoy, and what we believe is best for your on-going
sissy conditioning and training. Disobedience will be punished. Do you
understand?"
"Y-y-yes Ma'am," she answered meekly.
I attached two enema bags from the hooks at the top of the stand and then
began attaching the tubing that would deliver the enema solution into the
sissy.
"Now continue," I told her.
"Yes Ma'am," she answered. "The apartment was one of four that had been
built after a developer had remodeled and refurnished an older, single
family home. Adding walls and doorways and removing others, the owner had
created two studio apartments downstairs and two more upstairs, although
all four apartments were small by anyone's measure. The apartment Mark
had rented for us was barely eight hundred square feet and one problem he
had not mentioned was that "my" bedroom had been created by adapting a
walk-in closet and the only entry-way was through a small half-door at the
very back of the full bedroom that would be Mark's.
"Mark walked me to the back of his bedroom and opened the half-door,
flipping a switch on his side of the wall to turn on the only light. He
showed me that while it was small, there was enough room for a single
mattress and box springs if it was pushed as far over to the right of the
room as possible. That left me with a small, two-foot wide pathway for
getting into and out of my 'bed.'"
"You will sleep in here Stevie," Mark said. "You may have one of the
bottom drawers in my dresser to keep your dress clothes, but you will fold
and stack the rest of your things in the back corner of the servant's
quarters. You will, of course, sleep in the small servant's quarters and
since I will be studying and preparing for law school, it's important I be
able to work undisturbed when I need to so I will be putting you to bed
each night and then lock you in for the night. Your bedtime will depend a
great deal on you and your behavior as well as what I have scheduled. If
you are quiet, passive and do as I tell you I will likely be less likely
to send you to bed early."
"So, you knew from the beginning that you would be subservient to Mark and
that he would expect your obedience?" I asked as I screwed on the
inflatable nozzle to the end of the tubing that would allow me to insert
the inflatable nozzle inside her rectum so that when the nozzle was
inflated it would prevent either the nozzle or the enema solution from
being accidentally released before I decided.
"Yes Ma'am," she answered, meekly glancing over at the equipment I was
preparing. "Mark was very clear about my place and his superiority, and
when I remained silent he insisted I answer him."
"Um, I guess," I answered him, worried and a little confused. I tried
feebly to argue that I should keep my own schedule, but he simply
dismissed my feelings with a wave of his hand. "If I have to study or
want to watch TV will I be allowed to stay up later?"
"No Stevie," he told me, "you will just need to learn to go to bed when I
send you and accept being locked in until morning as a way of
demonstrating you know and accept your place as my Beta Boy."
"Um, well sure Mark, if you think it's necessary," I responded, caving to
his strength and ability to dominate and control me. "I know you are the
Alpha, and I totally accept that, I promise. But, um, I'm not completely
sure on what a Beta Boy is," I admitted.
Mark laughed and told me to get started moving my things into the
servant's quarters as he continued to call my small bedroom.
"You are my Beta Boy, Stevie," Mark told me. "You are, deep down inside
you, what is known as a submissive male and you naturally feel you should
be subservient and submissive to dominant men and women. I am naturally
dominant very much just as you are naturally submissive. You are less
masculine, less of a man generally, and that is common in submissive males
so you should not be ashamed of these traits."
"Y-yes, yes I think I understand Mark," I responded nervously. He saw the
truth and suddenly I felt weak and helpless in his presence. "But, um, do
you think I should still be sent to bed like a little boy when I'm
starting college this year?"
Mark laughed and nodded. "You need to accept that part of the reason I
like you and allow you in my life is because of your submissive nature and
willingness to accept and comply with my will, regardless of what you want
or believe," he said as he reached out and slipped his index finger inside
the collar of my tee-shirt and pulled me closer to him.
"I became instantly quiet and subservient as he pulled me close to him.
At the time, I didn't really understand my submissive sexuality and that I
was drawn to Mark sexually as well as mentally and spiritually. I
secretly fantasized about him forcing me to service him sexually and him
humiliating me as I serviced him," Daisy said.
"You will just need to accept your place and recognize my authority to
make decisions that will often effect you as well as me," Mark explained.
"You will submit to me in the sense that you will comply with my direction
and remember to place my needs and wants ahead of yours. You serve me, in
effect, and I have the right to control my servants. You will go to bed
when I tell you and you will meekly and without objection crawl into your
servant's quarters when I impose your bedtime and then I will lock you
inside until the following morning.
"You will not make a sound or try to speak to me when you are locked in
your servant's quarters, and you should also know that since it is your
responsibility to be our maid and keep the apartment neat and tidy in
addition to some other domestic chores I will be assigning you, if you
fail to meet my standards I may employ sending you to bed early as a way
of punishing your poor behavior and helping you become a better maid and
domestic for me."
"I don't think you will need to punish me Mark," I tried to object as
suddenly I realized there was more to be concerned with than early
bedtimes. "I promise to do a good job. I never want to disappoint you or
make you upset with me."
"Of course you want to please me and be a good servant and slave and you
can't help how much you fear disappointing me any more than you can help
how much you crave to devote yourself to pleasing and pleasuring me," Mark
said laughing. "When you disappoint me, I can see how it affects you
emotionally, and equally I can see how happy it makes you when I praise
your efforts. However, it is a known fact that submissive males, beta
males like you Stevie, need to be disciplined and punished when they fail.
And just like other submissive males, you need to be disciplined and
punished to help you learn.
"You must be disciplined when you fail me, Stevie, because it helps you
learn and helps you become a better servant. You serve me, and I
determine when you are a good beta and when you need correction.
Punishment is a simple necessity Stevie, and I promise to only use when
you truly need it for your own good. Is that okay? Does that sound like
it's fair to you Stevie?"
I hung my head and quietly said that he was right and that it actually was
fair, but Mark demanded I state the fairness of punishing me clearly so
there was no possibility of misunderstanding.
"I should be punished when I fail you Mark, and you are helping me become
a better servant and better beta when you take the time to punish me when
I deserve it," I admitted softly.
"That's a good boy, Stevie," Mark said with enthusiasm as he ruffled my
hair and then pulled me close for a hug. "You are a sweet submissive boi
with potential, Stevie, like a little brother even, and I am glad you are
willing to accept your place and how willing you are to be helpful and
contribute to my happiness. And I know you cannot help your weaker,
submissive nature and how you find yourself responding to my strength and
dominance in ways that I know would embarrass you to admit," he continued.
"Isn't that true, Stevie? I know your secret desires and the way my
control and dominance in our relationship pulls you to a more submissive,
more intimate place."
"Um, well, yes, Mark, of course you are right," I admitted, feeling
humiliated and exposed by his observations of me and the way sometimes I
felt sexually drawn to him.
"Good boy," he said, praising me and knowing full well the effect his
praise had on me. "You are a submissive male, Stevie, and that means you
are weaker and that you are more effeminate than you are masculine in
terms of your personality, your sexual orientation, your needs. I accept
you as you are and all I ask is that you focus on behaving respectfully
and obediently when you are serving me, and I will help you with your
weakness and vulnerability. Sometimes, that will mean I must punish you
and help you learn and grow as a submissive and as a beta."
"Thank you, Mark," I said, feeling as if he was doing me a great service
by insisting I behave and serve in ways that met his standards of
performance.
"It was the general pattern that most of our 'discussions' followed when
they happened," she said as she watched me fill up each of the two enema
bags with warm bath water and then hang them from the hooks at the top of
the enema stand. "I was drawn to him, and in almost no time I needed him
and his control."
"Yes, yes that is common in sissies," I told her as I lubed up the
inflatable nozzle and pulled the helpless sissy up by her ear, so she was
on her hands and knees with the lower half of her body under water.
"Stay still, Daisy, or you will be disciplined," I told her.
"Yes Ma'am," she answered as I slowly inserted the tip of the nozzle into
her rectum, whimpering as the larger size of the nozzle that was needed
for the inflatable style attachment stretched her nearly virgin anus.
"And when you met Mark and became a part of his life, you became a part of
my life a little later. And honestly, I was genuinely happy that Mark
allowed me to become part of your dynamic, introducing me to the
incredible pleasure and happiness that submissive males like you offered
their owners. I was immediately drawn to him because in large part of the
way he used his power and strength to dominate and bend you to his will."
"Ah, yes I knew you were in love with him," I told Daisy honestly. "Your
submissive nature was drawn to Mark's dominant nature and his strong
personality, and I wanted to help the two of you create and expand the
dominant/submissive dynamic to every area of your relationship."
"Yes, I remember when I became your 'date night servant' and 'waitress.'
It was you that suggested to Mark that the two of you take advantage of my
need to submit to his strength and authority," Daisy admitted as I pushed
the nozzle inside her rectum and began to pump up the hand-inflatable bulb
that prevented leaks and insured it would not slip out prematurely.
"Oh, oh, please," she whimpered as the nozzle stretched her anus
painfully. "It, it hurts, please."
"Yes baby, I know," I said. "The pain will dull, but your first few
months of sissy anal training will likely be painful, but it will allow
you to be a good sissy if and when your Master ever decides to fuck you.
And you will gladly accept some pain for the chance to passively accept
being fucked by your master's cock, won't you Daisy?"
"Oh, yes Ma'am," she moaned.
"And I remember your pathetic little cocklette tenting your paints on some
of those nights when you served us," I said as I finished inflating the
enema nozzle and released the valve to allow the water to begin flowing
inside the sissy.
"Yes, I admit it," she answered. "My desire to please him and how he made
me serve the two of you when you were enjoying a 'date night' in the
apartment -- it excited me," Daisy said quietly.
"Ah, yes I remember," I told the sissy, laughing at the memory. "And I
remember how Mark made you kneel in front of his couch while he told you
that from that day forward you were to consider me your superior and made
you say out loud that you understood you were to obey me."
"Yes Ma'am, I remember," she said as she adjusted her body, likely because
she was just beginning to feel the warm water filling her. "You
manipulated my feelings for you both and even though I knew what you were
doing, I was still helpless and too weak to do anything to stop it."
I smiled at the pathetic wimp obediently kneeling in my bathtub as I was
giving her an enema -- her first enema -- to allow us to fuck her ass with
an assortment of anal plugs, dildoes and vibrators. She was beginning the
process of being transformed into a sissy maid and cuckold and it would
mean a life focused on giving us pleasure and allowing us, well me more
than Mark I would guess, to indulge our more sadistic desires and at her
expense.
"You would manipulate my feelings for you both and my desire to be a part
of your lives that left me vulnerable and humiliated. You would almost
always put me in a position where my submission and my servant status was
so obvious and in the forefront that it could not be ignored, nor could I
pretend it was not what it was. I became your servant as you established
ways for me to serve you," the new sissy shared as her rectum filled with
the soapy water from her first enema.
I smiled as I remembered how I engineered making Stevie serve us and wait
on our every need when we were spending a night together watching movies,
eating take-out, and talking about our lives and the incredible ideas and
philosophies we were being exposed to in class. To set it up, I explained
to Mark that he was so busy and had such a full academic load that when we
were able to schedule time for just the two of us to simply enjoy our love
and our friendship, it would be nice if we had Stevie serve as our
waitress for the evening and allow her to serve our drinks and snacks,
fetch us pillows to curl up on as we watched a movie, keep Mark's whiskey
glass full of fresh ice and Jack Daniels and empty and clean his ashtray
frequently so he never had to do it himself.
Mark of courses saw through my motives and called me on it immediately.
"You like dominating and humiliating Stevie," he told me, looking me
directly in my eyes as he did. I nodded.
"And you want Stevie to become more submissive, more of a servant to us?"
he asked. Again, I nodded.
"You may indulge these desires Rebecca, however you will make sure to
refrain from doing anything to the boi that would truly harm him," he told
me as he caressed my face in his hands. I agreed and began to make Stevie
accept more and more domination from us both.
"And did you like being our waitress, Daisy?" I asked the bitch as the
first third of the enema bag had filled her.
"Yes Ma'am, I truly did enjoy it all," Daisy admitted. "I served you
drinks and snacks and cleaned up after you were done and when not needed I
was to stand up against a wall and hold my hands up in front of my chest
and effeminately allow my wrists to hang limply in front of me. And I
remember you giving me a frilly white maid's apron to wear so I would
'look the part too."
"Yes, I was making sure you and Mark both truly understood your
relationship and how allowing you to serve us and wait on us when we were
together was actually being kind and allowing you to feel useful and
submissive," I told Daisy as I manipulated her body so I could apply the
hair removal creme under her arms and then all over her chest before
moving below her waist line.
"I made sure we took you with us when we went to the popular bars and
parties that Mark was naturally invited to by our classmates who
consciously or not craved his approval and having him attend your social
event showed you as having status," I explained. "I made sure you were
constantly being emasculated, always describing you as 'our submissive,
little beta boi.' It was me who pointed out to Mark that when he sent you
get him another cold beer that it was good for you to kneel, respectfully
lower your eyes, and hold up his beer to him above where you knelt and it
was good for you to be allowed to wait without moving until he finally
accepted the cold beer he had sent you to get him."
"He told me that I should thank you for taking such an interest in me and
how fortunate I was that you allowed me to indulge my needs to submit and
obey my betters," Daisy said as she turned over to allow me to apply more
creme to her backside.
I smiled as I remembered when Mark and I began to have Stevie continue to
be ready to serve us when we began to be sexual, and how much it meant to
the two of us that Stevie was willing to focus on our happiness and
pleasure while not acting on his own sexual excitement and needs although
I pointed out to all three of us that Stevie always had a tiny erection in
his pants when we allowed him to watch how a real man pleasured a woman..
Eventually, I suggested Stevie use Ma'am and Sir when speaking to us, and
as the expectations for what it meant to serve us during our date nights
began to grow I was the one who was behind the scenes making 'suggestions'
and 'helping' by giving Stevie directions and rules for how he must behave
when serving us.
"When Mark saw how obedient and compliant you were when serving us during
our date nights, he began to allow you to watch us when he fucked me. And
soon after watching us fuck he allowed you to see how he also dominating
me sexually when he fucked my face and my ass while you watched," I told
Daisy. "He wanted to allow you to know how a real man fucked a woman, and
how he could make me whimper and moan and even beg him to fuck me harder.
He also wanted you to know the woman you craved to touch submitted to him
completely and without any objection."
"Yes, I remember," Daisy said as she patiently allowed me to apply creme
between her legs and the cheeks of her bottom.
"It was the beginning of allowing you to pleasure us sexually as our sissy
maid and cuckold, Daisy. And you are fortunate that I found it exciting
to see a sissy dominated and controlled by a real man," I told her as I
moved the nozzle to full and doubled the rate at which the warm, soapy
water filled her insides, eliciting a moan of pleasure and desire from the
pathetic sissy who knelt without objection.
It took a good six more minutes for the bag to empty and for Daisy to
begin to cramp with the soapy water pushing and filling her rectum. I
watched with absolute joy and then, as she watched meekly from her
kneeling position, I removed the tube that attached the nozzle to the
enema bag and told her she must hold the enema until told she could
release it.
I was laughing at the fear in her eyes when the doorbell rang, and I
looked up at the clock to see our guests were right on time.
"I will go and welcome our guests, Daisy, and you will remain in place and
not move nor make a sound," I told her. "If you do not obey me
absolutely, or if you embarrass me in front of our guests, I will make you
suffer greatly."
Slapping her bottom, I laughed as I left to answer the door and welcome
our guests.
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