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Becoming a Maid for Mark and Rebecca, Part Nine -
Rebecca Prepares Daisy for Her Master with Some Help
In Part Nine of Becoming a Maid for Mark and Rebecca, Stevie (now Daisy)
shares his view of what has been happening since Ms. Rebecca called and
invited him (her) to visit Ms. Rebecca and Master Mark at their new home
in an exclusive area of town.
Alone, I was cramping from the enema Ms. Rebecca had finished
administering a few minutes ago as I waited for her to answer the
doorbell, telling me it was guests she had been expecting. I felt as weak
and as helpless as I had ever felt and yet I was sexually excited and my
penis, or what is now known as my cocklette, has been erect for hours on
end as Ms. Rebecca began leading me down the path I am now committed to
following: becoming a sissy maid and cuckold for Mark and Rebecca. I
remembered how I had felt all those years ago when I was first exposed to
Ms. Rebecca's wishes for me and how it had changed my relationship with
Mark who I had served as an obedient beta boi from the beginning of our
freshman year at college until he met and introduced me to Ms. Rebecca --
explaining to me that she was as much my master as he was and that he
expected me to obey her as completely as I obeyed him.
Since graduation and their move to Washington, DC where Mark had begun his
legal career working in the Senate offices of one of our Texas senators, I
had been very much alone and for a long time I was severely depressed
because of how painful it had been for me to watch them leave me behind,
and only getting therapy from an incredibly talented therapist helped me
out of that horrible, dark cloud of depression. Her name was Kristen
Peters and she helped me talk through the four-year experience of living
with Mark and Rebecca while serving as their beta boi over the course of a
year, and eventually I was able to see my time with the two of them
somewhat objectively.
Kristen was an amazing therapist and I was only able to get to be her
patient because she was doing clinic hours to support her effort to
complete her PhD in Clinical Psychology, but I was her first patient who
had been involved in a D/s-based relationship and I was the first
submissive male she had met, or at least the first who had willingly
admitted to being a submissive male. Twenty-eight years old with an
undergraduate in Psychology and a master's in clinical therapy, Kristen
was fascinated by the relationship and how Mark ruled over both Rebecca
and me while allowing Rebecca to also be responsible for my submission and
how I served them. Initially only sharing my problems with depression and
sadness, it took her several sessions to get me to finally admit to what
had happened and to admit it was the likely cause of my emotional
struggles. Slightly overweight with thick, dirty blond hair cut to her
shoulders and she usually wore three inch heels to make her seem taller,
she did not pay a great deal of attention or spend much time primping or
making herself up but she had a naturally pretty face and amazing, deep
blue eyes that seemed to twinkle when she was onto something.
To her credit, Kristen made up for her lack of understanding about D/s-
based, power relationships by doing a great deal of research into BDSM and
the various communities that had evolved out of what Kristen initially
believed were sexually dysfunctional desires, but soon after we began
talking she learned that most submissive males were drawn to submission
like a moth to a flame and helpless to resist the urges that drove them to
continue to seek someone to serve.
"Since we first began talking," Kristen began in one of our early
sessions, "I have learned a great deal about the submissive male and what
many women believe is central to the core of the male -- his desire to
serve and please a dominant woman who loves him and is interested in what
is best for him as well as what is best for her and for their marriage or
relationship. It also seems, well to me anyway, that male submission is
very sexual and likely to be sexually expressed by submissive males when
describing their needs and that craving that only grows in strength and
power as he is within its control."
"Yes Ma'am," I answered instinctively, causing Kristen to crinkle her face
at me for speaking as a submissive. "I mean, I'm sorry, I meant to agree
with you and especially about how that driving need to submit sexually
grows more and more powerful and makes you seek out a dominant woman or
couple where it might be experienced."
"I'm so not a 'Ma'am,' Stevie," she told me.
"I know," I said nervously. "I know it, I really do, but sometimes when
you feel like an authority figure I naturally revert back to speaking
respectfully as the submissive I guess I still am deep inside me."
"It's okay," she said, smiling at me for a moment before scribbling a
great many notes onto her legal pad. "I know how it happens, but does
that automatic response also trigger other things, like sexual excitement
for instance?"
"Um, a little," I answered.
"And as part of your nature as a submissive male, I understand that many
of you are sexually excited when you are being humiliated by a dominant
because of your weakness? Because you are less than manly? Is that true
for you, Stevie? Is being made to feel weak and less than manly
humiliating in a way that also sexually excites you?"
"Um, it is, it's, it's just how it affects me," I said nearly in tears,
ashamed of admitting that I got excited from the humiliation of being
forced to openly admit and live based on my desire to submit and be
dominated. Worse was that I was becoming excited because of her
humiliation of my desires.
"I can see that," she said, pushing her glasses up as she looked intently
at me. "Is it happening right now? Is making you admit these things
humiliating in a sexually exciting way?"
"Um, yes, it is, yes," I admitted, looking down at the floor.
Later sessions would be even more sexually focused as Kristen explored my
sexuality as she simultaneously explored Female-Led Relationships (FLR)
and Loving Female Authority (LFA) as legitimate alternatives to the
patriarchal model of marriage and family that tended to place men in the
leadership role while women were thought of as being supportive of her man
but ultimately submissive to him as the family's leader. In a Female-Led
Relationship, the belief was that the woman should be in control and that
women were naturally better suited to the responsibility and that males
should be subservient in marriage and long-term relationships.
She asked me about feminization and if I was drawn to wearing women's
panties, and she asked me if I had cuckold fantasies and how cuckolding
was a theme in my relationship with Mark and Rebecca. She asked if I
liked to be spanked and if I liked the idea of being forced to sexually
service men. She wanted to know if being locked in a chastity cage was as
effective a training tool as most dominant women who lived in a FLR
claimed it to be.
She also tried to make me understand that Mark and Rebecca had benefited
from my need to submit and identity as a submissive male and subservient
to those I believed to be my betters, but that I had honestly given them
my entire being and it was how they chose to use my devotion and service
that was where the relationship became unhealthy. She tried to help me
see that it had not been a relationship that held a future for me since it
was likely Mark and Rebecca would remain a couple and having me as their
beta boi and servant was likely just a phase of sexual exploration and
experimentation. Polyamory as a lifestyle was only beginning to become
mainstream enough that it was only beginning to be studied scientifically
and studies were only beginning to be funded by mid-level universities and
colleges. It was not necessarily a way of developing and nurturing long-
term, loving relationships to her way of thinking.
"And you need to recognize your bisexuality and sexual attraction to
strong males was not, and is not, at all abnormal or deviant behavior,"
she told me, crossing her legs and making me realize suddenly that she was
wearing an expensive business suit with a tight skirt that fell to just
above her knees with a pair of black lace stockings and three-inch, open-
toe heels. I smiled as I realized that Kristen was dressing up for the
office now, or maybe it meant nothing, and it was just a case of wishful
thinking. She was intelligent, pretty, sexy, and in control of her world
and her life. Was I nuts thinking she would make an amazing domina and
maybe even enjoy the life she would be entitled to lead if she took
control of one or two submissive males and trained them to serve her?
"Can I ask you something completely from left field?" I finally got up the
courage to say.
"Well, sure," she said, turning to face me directly with her body. "Ask
away!"
"What do you think of female-led relationships?" I asked her. "I mean
from a personal point of view, not a clinical one. Is it something that
you might ever be interested in for yourself?"
She smiled for a moment and then let her face go blank while she
contemplated her answer, recognizing the land mines that came in
conversations like these between a patient and therapist.
"Stevie," she said after a few moments of silence. "You know that my
personal life is not something we discuss here. I know you are curious,
perhaps, but more often a patient can begin to develop feelings for his
therapist because she is involved, interested, and engaged in the
patient's life. Is your question about curiosity or is it about you
personally?"
"To be completely honest," I said, "I guess it's a little of both."
"Well let me give you an answer, but an answer that will not completely
satisfy your curiosity and your questions about me," she began. "I am
going to be thirty in less than two years, and I am still hoping that one
day I will find a good guy, a really good guy, and that the two of us can
truly build a life together. But let's face it, there isn't an issue with
'finding' a good guy, its simply the number of good guys who are there to
be found.
"And the demographics are changing fast below my feet if some of what I am
seeing in couples counseling is an indication. Men are not growing up,
and they are not growing up because with unlimited sex available to most,
reasonably attractive, reasonably intelligent young men, they have no
reason to marry and are more than happy to make their best friends their
roommates and drink, fuck the occasional girl, and play Call of Duty," she
said, clearly talking about a subject she had given some thought to before
speaking and laughing at herself in a healthy and attractive fashion.
I laughed with her. "So you might be interested in a FLR? Oh, perhaps
you might prefer to be the submissive?"
"Oh, no not submissive in any long-term relationship," she said laughing.
"And since you have been so honest and vulnerable with me here, I will try
to give you some honesty back. Submissive when a strong, dominant man
fucks me blindly for a few hours? Absolutely! Submissive when a garage
mechanic thanks as Master he decides my life for me? Not a fucking
chance!"
"At least you know yourself," I said, feeling sorry for myself. "I am
still clueless and not sure what to look for out there."
"Well, because of you and your sincerity and what I see as a genuine and
honest desire to submit and serve as a submissive male under the control
of the dominant he serves," she said, looking directly at me. "You are a
reason for me to consider looking at this lifestyle for myself personally
and not just academically. You have a great deal to offer someone,
Stevie, and eventually I believe you will find someone who recognizes your
value."
"Thank you," I said, genuinely grateful. "That was nice to say and
wonderful to hear."
"Well, sometimes the fact you might not be approached by a woman
interested in dominating you, say a woman who had only recently heard
about such relationships and was interested in exploring the
possibilities," she said, looking directly at me. "Perhaps her
association with a certain free clinic, as an example, was preventing her
from taking immediate action, and instead she was forced into a position
of waiting until the new clinic director took over in a few months because
if she had made a pass at one of her patients the current director would
see that as unprofessional and actionable," she said plainly. "Now does
that give you some insight, Stevie?"
"Um, yes, yes it does," I answered, a little shocked at her answer. "Or
perhaps I should say 'Yes Ma'am,'" I said smiling.
"Everyone is a wise-ass," she said, smiling back at me.
"Well, perhaps this is a situation where patience is called for," I told
her, trying to flirt without any of the necessary skills or self-esteem.
"Yes, it very like is just that, Stevie," she said. "And so perhaps our
therapy sessions be suspended for the time being, however, you continue to
work with me as a source for my academic investigation into
Dominant/Submissive relationships?"
"Yes, that would seem best?" I agreed and while I left several messages
for her at her service in the following months, Kristen never contacted me
after we stopped my therapy, but before Ms. Rebecca called and invited me
to visit her and Mark in their new house and discuss possibly continuing
where we had left off after they moved to Washington, DC.
When Ms. Rebecca invited me to visit her and Mark in their new home, I was
so eager to be in their presence again and the three long years of
loneliness was forgotten immediately. I was unable to sleep for the next
three days, but finally Saturday arrived and I dressed conservatively in a
polo shirt, short, khaki pants, and a pair of deck shoes. I had been
exercising and knew my slim, toned body would be a nice surprise, and
judging from the way Ms. Rebecca had invited me I knew there was more to
her invitation than simply a desire to catch-up with an old friend.
She explained on the phone that she and Mark had been thinking a great
deal about our time together in college, and after some consideration on
their part, they wanted me to come to visit with an eye toward resuming
what we had before with Mark as the Master and with me subservient to them
both.
So obviously I was incredibly excited that morning when I pulled into
their driveway, and after seeing their house equally impressed with how
well Mark's career must be going for the two of them to be able to afford
such a large, luxurious home located in a very good neighborhood. When
she answered the door, I nearly melted as she hugged me close, her beauty
as intoxicating to me as ever. I could barely hear her talking as she had
me follow her into the living room where she sat opposite of me -- me
sitting on one sofa and her sitting on another just opposite of mine.
I can only just barely remember everything that has happened to me today
since Ms. Rebecca began explaining that she and Mark had missed my service
and had talked about what might be necessary for them to once again be
serviced by a submissive male who they both could dominate and use
together for their pleasure and amusement. Eventually, they learned about
sissy maids and cuckolds who were feminized submissive males who lived a
life wholly devoted to serving and pleasing their owners -- in this case
Ms. Rebecca and Master Mark.
As she told me about their research into the possibilities of such an
arrangement, Ms. Rebecca had noticed how excited I was becoming and had me
strip down naked and kneel at her feet while she continued to explain
their story. She delighted at taking the opportunity to discuss how she
loved my "cute, tiny cocklette" and how small and boyish it looked in
comparison to a real man's cock. "You should see Mark's cock, beta-boy,"
she taunted me. "That is what a cock should look like, while yours...
Well, you are not very big, are you Stevie?"
I nodded my head, agreeing I was small in size and not nearly as big as
most women would want in an alpha male's cock.
"You are still very, very cute Stevie," she said as she reached out a
finger to slide down the shaft of my cocklette and then rub the slick,
seminal fluids into the head before once more beginning at the base and
slowly sliding across the entirety of my cocklette. "It's as small and
unmanly as I remember it being as well," she continued. "It isn't really
big enough to call it a cock, is it? It's really more of a 'cocklette'
than a 'cock.' Don't you agree, Stevie? It's more like a tiny little
cocklette than it is a cock, isn't it?"
"Yes Ma'am," I admitted shamefully. "It is more like a small cocklette
than a cock."
"You are not a real man, Stevie," she taunted me without pity. "You must
have known how inadequate you are when the woman you were with was so
disappointed at your size and likely was unable to achieve orgasm when
being fucked by that tiny, boyish little thing. Yes?"
"Um, yes, yes Ma'am," I had stammered, the humiliation washing over me in
waves as I endured her belittlement of my manhood and remembered the two
times women had seen my small penis, and the laughter of them both ringed
in my ears. "But neither of the women let me make love to her, because of
my small size," I admitted.
"So, you're still a virgin then Stevie?" she asked, excited at the thought
of my virginity remaining intact.
"Um, yes Ma'am," I answered. "I'm still a virgin."
"Oh, how fucking perfect! How absolutely fucking perfect! Our little
submissive male is a virgin, and we can keep him a virgin for as long as
we wish," she shouted in real happiness. "And there is nothing you can do
about, is there Stevie?"
"No Ma'am," I admitted. "Not if you decide to keep me a virgin."
"No, there really is not anything you can do to prevent me from doing
anything I want to you, and I plan on enjoying my rights to use and abuse
you, sissy," Ms. Rebecca said, the lust in her voice unmistakable. "Oh,
your new name is Daisy and Mark will be having it legally changed next
week," she added with a smile.
Keeping me in a state of constant sexually excitement for the next few
hours, Ms. Rebecca finished explaining how she had researched sissy maids
and cuckolds for her and Mark and their interest in owning one of their
own. Apparently she had to finish sharing the entire story of their
research and then decision to own a sissy maid and cuckold of their own
while teasing me along, keeping me excited and my small cocklette erect.
Eventually, she explained about her visit to another woman who had made
her former husband into her sissy maid cuckold and watched as the sissy
served them both for a morning.
"Her sissy was named, Prissy," she told me before taking me into her
master bath room and beginning my preparation for me presenting myself to
Master Mark and offering him ownership of me for as long as he wished.
"And you are very fortunate that Prissy, and her Mistress Stephanie, both
want you to please Master Mark when you are presented to him later
tonight."
To prepare me for Master Mark, all of the hair below my eyebrows was
removed through a series of applications of a hair removal product
followed by work with a lady's razor to remove anything missed by the hair
removal treatments. Eventually, Ms. Rebecca made me accept an enema, the
first of three, to clean my insides while my outsides were soaking in a
large tub filled with scented oils and soaps. I learned how the
inflatable enema nozzle worked by filling up my rectum with a large
balloon that kept the nozzle embedded in my ass and the warm soapy enema
solution could not escape from me until the nozzle was deflated and
removed. That, of course, meant until Ms. Rebecca released me I would
stay full of the enema solution as it began to give me cramps from
extending my colon I could only whimper and accept the pain I was being
forced to endure.
Just as the last of the solution left the enema bag and flowed into my
rectum, the doorbell rang and Ms. Stephanie laughed and told me to stay in
place, that my surprise had arrived. It seemed like time had stopped
while I waited on my hands and knees in Ms. Rebecca's huge, jacuzzi tub
with a full enema bag inside me and the pain of the inflatable nozzle
making my anus stretch. Finally, I could hear the sounds of women
laughing and it was getting closer and closer to me until in walked Ms.
Rebecca arm-in-arm with another woman I had never met before and behind
them minced a fully feminized sissy maid.
"You are about to see your future, Daisy," Ms. Rebecca told me as the
sissy minced into the bathroom and perched quietly next to where I was
kneeling in the tub. "Meet Prissy, a sissy maid and cuckold who once was
nothing but a submissive male like you with a woman willing to take the
steps necessary to transform him into something useful and pleasurable."
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