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Teaching the Sissy Maid Workshop at the MVP, Chapter Four:
Daisy Training Prepares Her for the Workshop
Synopsis: Flashing between Daisy's training before the seminar and the
seminar's beginning, more is learned about how Daisy trained to be ready
as Ms. Rebecca's sissy maid example and how the Sissy Maid Workshop is
run to insure the transformation of the submissive male candidates into
the sissy maids and cuckolds wanted by their owners.
I loved the look on Daisy's face as her new name registered with her and
she tried to process how she could be given a new name and no doubt
wondered if we would actually file the necessary paperwork to have it
done legally. How could a woman she had only met a few hours ago have so
radically changed her entire world? I smiled at her as I watched it all
sink in and the shock of everything that had happened to her, that had
been told to her, was helping give her mind time to process all that had
changed for her. It would be three or four years before I deconstructed
her masculinity so effectively that she would no longer even think about
a life any different than the one she was living as my sissy maid and
cuckold.
"You need to learn to walk in heels, Daisy," I told her, going out of my
way to use her new sissy name. "And these are only two-inch, training
heels to let you get used to walking in them. I will expect you to get
to the point you can wear four-inch heels all day and then change into
six-inch stilettos if you are serving a formal occasion."
A small stroke of the crop on her bottom got the sissy moving forward, if
awkwardly. "That's a good girl, Daisy. Try to balance and if you can
try to walk with your weight on your toes it will help."
"Ypmh-mph," she tried to answer through her penis gag as she walked,
awkwardly and unsure of herself. Each step was an effort.
"Stop," I commanded her, and she stopped as ordered, unsure of where to
look or how to position her body. "You are taking much too long steps,
Daisy. A good sissy maid takes small, demure steps so she can produce
the 'mincing' effect when she walks."
I took a small humbling chain and quickly bent down and locked it to
first one of Daisy's heels and then the other.
"There, sissy," I said once I was finished adding her hobbling chain.
"I've added a hobbling chain which will severely limit the length of your
steps. Now, begin walking toward the door now, Daisy."
She did as she was told and it was intoxicating to observe her try so
hard to do what I wanted as she took small, mincing steps while still
getting the hang of learning to walk in heels, despite their relatively
low height.
"Now, follow me outside where I want to have a cigarette and enjoy the
sun for a little while before continuing your training," I told her as I
led her by her leash out of the bedroom and into the den before unlocking
one of the large glass doors that led from the den to my sun deck.
The bright sunlight and heat were something of a shock to the panty waist
and I guessed his aunt and her daughters had rarely let the sissy
outside, preferring to have her focus on laundry, cleaning, and serving
their needs. Her pale, white skin had a certain charm and it would
display marks beautifully, and then I remembered something one of the
women at the MVP had suggested last summer: put the sissy in a bikini
bathing suit, both top and bottom, and then have her tan until she
develops distinct tan lines that will identify her as a sissy whenever
naked. Smiling, I promised myself to let her begin tanning by the
weekend.
While I enjoyed a cigarette and cup of coffee I wanted Daisy to practice
standing in the Perch Position for longer periods of time and to do so
without moving or in any way calling attention to herself. I led her to
a spot near one of my deck chairs and told her to assume her Perch
Position.
Hesitating for just a moment, Daisy quickly remembered and overcame her
fear of failure and stood up straight with her locking heels and knees
both firmly together while she raised both arms up so her elbows were
just out front of her sides and her forearms were raised up at about a 45
degree angle, her wrists were bent limply forward so it almost looked as
if she was a little puppy begging for a treat. I stood back and was
impressed that she had captured so much of what it means to pose in the
Perch Position from the little she had been exposed to it. Her elbows
were not as tightly held to her sides as I would have liked so I adjusted
both and then told her to keep them tight against her.
"You are demonstrating your acceptance of your place in my world when you
position yourself into the Perch Position, Daisy," I told her as I
inspected her in detail. "How you hold your body will communicate a
great deal about your commitment to serving me as my sissy maid and
cuckold. A properly executed Perch Position shows that the sissy has
accepted her emasculation and seeks to be a devoted servant by focusing
her entire being on her Owner's needs and wishes."
I watched her as she maintained her Perch Position and smiled at her
acceptance of my authority and her lack of any willpower or fortitude to
fight back against what was being done to her. She would make a fine
example to show the ladies and their sissy candidates and I was no longer
worried about the approaching starting date of this latest seminar.
Daisy would be ready and then some.
"I want you to remain in your Perch Position until I come and tell you
otherwise, Daisy," I instructed her. "You will not move. You will not
make a sound. You will obediently stay where I put you until I come for
you later. Is that understood, Daisy?"
"Ymhyp-mpm," she tried to answer with her cock gag still filling her
mouth, and she nodded her head up and down several times to signal her
understanding.
Standing at the podium, I smiled as I looked out across the multi-purpose
room the Matriarchal Values Group, or MVG, had added a few years earlier
as our organization and its goals began to grow earnestly in the late
1990s. We had built the multi-purpose area directly adjacent to the
original MVG building a few years earlier as a place where we could hold
social events, seminars, lectures, and other events that would support
and help dominant women learn how to embrace their feminine power and
subjugate the males in their lives to serving them as obedient sissies.
On one side of the room was a small stage about six feet off the floor
that covered its side of the multi-purpose room from wall-to-wall. It
allowed us to give lectures, demonstrations and like-minded presentations
aimed at helping the dominant women of our organizations take full
advantage of their superiority by demanding the males in their life
submit to their control and domination. In the middle of the stage stood
a podium next to a stand that was four feet square and four feet high,
with a small set of steps at its rear.
Eventually Daisy would be put up on the stand next to where I lectured
from the podium as an example for the women attending the seminar.
After lunch, I took my place at the podium once more and continued with
my lecture.
"You have all been selected to attend this elite workshop based on your
express belief in female supremacy and the advancement of our matriarchal
goals for modern society. Additionally, your belief in male submission
and subservience to his superiors is an indication that you would likely
be a successful and happy owner of a sissy maid and cuckold," I explained
to the audience of dominant women who sat on the floor beneath the stage
as the males they planned to convert to sissies knelt at their feet.
"We also believe that because of your position or status in the community
you will likely be able to support our movement's goals more effectively
because of your success," I said to my audience. "In other words, you
are here because we think we can help you, and then you will be in a
position to help us."
The class laughed quietly, the tension in the room palpable as the women
were ready to get started and the males afraid and meek and helpless as
they knelt at their owners' feet.
"Susan, if you could bring in last year's class of sissy maids once more,
please," I called over to Susan who would be assisting me in teaching the
course. Besides being a wonderful friend and genuinely fun to be with,
she had excellent organizational skills and since I had recruited her to
help me teach the class everything ran smoothly and rarely was there
something missed or not planned for fully. Her support allowed the Sissy
Workshops to run like well-oiled machines, helping us teach dominant
women how to mold a perfectly trained and conditioned sissy maid and
cuckold from the submissive male they had identified for transition.
Susan waived to someone and immediately a dozen sissy maids minced
obediently into the training room, each carrying several boxes of
supplies the women would need to begin the sissification of their
submissive males. It took several trips to place all of the boxes near
the front of the stage, but the exercise was beneficial to both types of
audience members.
The women laughed and commented on the sissies who were still new enough
to their newly imposed lifestyle to be embarrassed and humiliated at
being seen publicly as a sissy. The males were silent and more afraid
than ever. Finally, when the boxes were all stacked neatly near the
stage the sissies lined up and assumed the "Perched Sissy" position which
demanded the sissy stand-up straight with her heels together and her two
arms 'perched' up to accentuate their sissy status. Learning the
"Perched Sissy" position was also an effective way to make emasculation
an on-going and never-ending process for the pathetic creatures, allowing
them to remain psychologically and emotionally weakened and as a result
become more pleasing servants to the women who owned them.
"Ladies, these sissies are graduates of our last sissy class and have
been loaned to us by their owners to serve us while we are working here
together, and as you can see our process is very effective," I told the
audience who applauded enthusiastically, impressed with the work done on
these submissive males and recognizing the effort and hard work that must
be invested in creating a properly trained and conditioned sissy maid who
is devoted to his owner and her happiness and, of course, pleasure.
As the applause began to trickle down, I nodded to Susan who gave a hand
signal and the sissies moved quickly to begin handing out the boxes of
supplies.
"The sissy servants are now passing out a box of supplies you will be
needing today in in the days to come as we begin the transformation
process," I explained. "The cost of these supplies was included in the
tuition fee and over the course of our workshop we will provide each
woman's sissy with the basics: a set of five daily and two formal maid
uniforms with locking options so you can lock your sissy into her uniform
each day, several pairs of matching bra/pantie sets, nylon stockings, two
locking baby doll nightgowns for bedtime, and three pair of training high
heels with locks that start with two-inch heels, transition to three-inch
heels, and ultimately, over the course of the workshop to your sissy
conditioned to wear a pair of four-inch, open toe heels with locks," I
explained to mummers of approval.
"Now, in the boxes that are being passed out now are a set of anal plugs
that transition from small to extra-large, an adjustable ball gag and
lock, and finally, the chastity cage and lock you picked out for your
submissive male when the boi was measured. You will remember his being
measured when he was given his initial physical examination from the
doctor you choose to perform his examination from the list of the many
doctors we have identified in the community who support our goals," I
continued, letting the women open and explore their boxes while the
submissive males who were about to start the transformation to sissy
maids were cowering before their owners like the weak, panty waists they
were and not a single one tried to resist or refuse what was being
planned for them.
As the women finished looking through their boxes, I saw Susan give the
sissy servants another hand gesture and they immediately each took a box
of large trash bags and began handing one garbage bag to each submissive
male who until now had been told to sit quietly next to his owner until
told what to do. The males were both confused and frightened at the same
time and I smiled at what they must be thinking the trash bags were for
and why they were being given one each. An indication they were well
suited for their fate was the absolute lack of objection or any
demonstration of backbone or strength. Only weak-willed, panty waist
sissies would simply accept what was happening to them like this group
was doing and I laughed at their weakness.
I love the power I have over a sissy male, and sexually that rush is
unlike anything else I have ever experienced -- and one I was experiencing
yet anew as I watched the sissy candidates meekly obey. I still enjoy
being fucked by a strong, well-hung alpha of course, but the sexual and
emotional fulfillment that completely dominating a helpless sissy and
making him experience the sweet agony of being thoroughly humiliated
sexually and emotionally is so incredibly fulfilling. The thrill of
knowing I am the one who will take away their masculinity while I begin
making them wait longer and longer for the next orgasm they need so much
is so erotic and gets me incredibly excited and often I will have my
sissy on her knees to worship my pussy for literally hours at a time
because I can cum over and over again as the little bitch struggles to
please me.
Once the bags were all distributed I explained that the bags were to hold
the clothing the sissy candidates had arrived in and that they would
begin their sissy journey in the nude. "Now ladies, it is time for your
male to experience the humiliation of being shown as clearly lacking any
manhood and deserving of sissification and a life spent devoted to
serving their betters," I said to the group from my place at the podium.
"Instruct your sissy candidate or candidates to strip down completely
naked and remove everything they were wearing when they were brought here
today."
Below me was quite a ruckus as the women told their sissy candidates to
strip and put their things in the garbage bags while many of the women
commented on their weakness and helplessness. Some of the women were
more forceful with their males than the others, and a few slapped the
faces of their male candidates for not moving quickly enough which tended
to motivate all of the candidates to quicken their pace. In a matter of
only a few minutes the males were all stripped nude and their things
nicely stowed in the garbage bags they had been issued.
The candidates were blushing and almost half of them were beginning to
have erections as they stood nude before the whole class while the women
began to point out how small and unmanly most of the penises of the
candidates were and how pathetic the candidates were for being so
unmanly. Some of them tried to cover their genitals and the women
immediately told them to put their hands at their sides.
"Now that we can all see what pathetic and weak you males are," I said,
gaining the attention of the seminar once more, "what will be happening
to you over the next few weeks is obviously called for and more than
just. It is what you deserve!"
The women in the seminar nodded their heads and began applauding in
support of my comments and their shared belief in the sissy candidates
who stood before them.
"Sissy candidates you will place your hands by your sides, stand up
straight, and look at the woman who owns you," I instructed the males who
stood next to the women who owned them. "She has decided to make you
into a sissy maid and cuckold for her benefit and you will accept your
new place and role without objection and without complaint. You are all
perfect, sissy candidates and it is plain to all of us looking at you now
that you are in the right place and that your transformation into
obedient, useful sissy maids and cuckolds is what is best for you as well
as for your owners."
I nodded to Susan who once more began to work her behind-the-scenes magic
as she snapped her fingers, and four women took a place next to one of
the classrooms that were adjacent to the multipurpose room where we were
all meeting now. Next to each woman was a sissy graduate holding up a
sign, with the names of the women participants all listed on one of the
four signs.
"You will notice the women and their sissy servants in the rear of the
room," I explained to my audience. "Each of these women are ready to
help you introduce your submissive male to his new life as your sissy
maid and cuckold. So if you would be so kind, please take your males
with you to the women based on where you find your name and if you would
please bring the chastity cage that was included with your supplies that
would be helpful," I told them.
As the women began to move their males were something to behold, each a
tower of weakness and helplessness and so pathetic as to make one desire
to punish them for no reason other than to watch them suffer. It took
the threats and slaps given them by the women who they were there to
serve for the group to finally begin moving in the right direction and
after five or ten minutes almost all of the sissy candidates and their
owners were situated in one of the four classrooms.
I let Daisy bake in the Texas sun for an hour before returning to where I
had left her on the back deck earlier, finding her standing exactly where
she was supposed to be and maintaining her Perch Position to the best of
her abilities.
"I'm very, very proud of you Daisy," I said as I walked around her,
inspecting her body once more for its potential.
"Hymp-myse," she said, trying to thank me with the penis gag still locked
firmly in place. Taking her by the leash I jerked it once, indicating we
were about to move and then led her back inside and back down the hall to
my bedroom where I had laid out some more things for her.
"You've been such a good girl I think you deserve a reward," I told her
as I picked up a pair of pink panties with white lace and stepped toward
her. Holding them open for her I told her to step into her lovely
panties and she did so with just a faint moan of pleasure escaping her
lips.
"Good girl," I said praising her acceptance of her panties as I picked up
the matching training bra and held it out in front of her so she could
slip her arms inside it which she did without a fight. I quickly hooked
it in the back and also attached a small lock so she could not remove it
without my help.
"The locks are simply another training tool, Daisy," I told her as I
rummaged in my drawer for a camisole that would match her pink bra and
pantie set. "They help you remember you are to do nothing without my
giving you orders, and my orders are to be obeyed immediately and without
hesitation. Is that clear, Daisy my sissy girl?"
"Umph-Mmph," she said through her cock gag as she nodded her head up and
down to indicate she understood.
"Arms straight up," I instructed her and when she had her arms up I
slipped the pink and white camisole over her head and helped her push her
arms up through the spaghetti straps that held it up.
She is already so whipped and complacent, I thought looking at her. I
will have her emasculated so completely she will no longer even remember
her former attempts at manhood and she will be an obedient servant who
devotes herself entirely to my pleasure and making me happy. She was
meant to serve, and she seems to have little willingness to struggle or
resist me even a little which points to being able to take her much
deeper into subjugation and submission much faster than I had planned.
Her aunt and her daughters must have done a good job emasculating the
poor sissy before sending her to me.
"Now sit on the bed and slip your heels off for me, Daisy," I told her as
I got a pair of thigh-high white lace stockings from my drawer and
brought them over to the bed where Daisy had dutifully sat as instructed.
"Point your toe forward," I instructed as I slipped the first stocking on
her, pulling it up past her knee and to her thigh where its elastic top
held it firm against her thigh. A few minutes later had both her legs in
stockings and since she had seemed to manage reasonably well with the
two-inch heels earlier I replaced them with a pair of three-inch, open
toe heels with a locking strap so she could be locked in them when I
wished. But before I had her slip into her new, taller heels I removed
the light pink maid's uniform from the closet and unzipped the back
before I told her to once more raise her hands for me.
I slipped her arms through the arm-holes and her head through the top
before allowing the uniform to fall down around her, telling her to slip
into her new heels and then stand up next to the bed and to stay there
until I was finished accenting her new uniform. As she stood I quickly
locked both her heels in place and then also locked the straps at the
back of the uniform that allowed the sissy to be locked in place.
"Stand up straight, Daisy," I ordered her, lifting her leash up to
indicate she should straighten up, before laying it down and stepping
back to look at my new creation. She was incredibly sexy in the pink
maid's uniform which was trimmed in white lace to accentuate it was a
sissy's uniform and not one a normal household maid would be required to
wear. The uniform was cut short so it came down to just over the sissy's
knees and so any movement on her part would clearly show off her
stockings and even panties if she moved in a certain way.
It was clearly the uniform she was meant to wear, and I smiled as I took
her leash and led her out to the den where I had her stand in the middle
of the floor and assume the Perch Position for me. Although her hair was
still very much a boy's and she was not yet wearing make-up or nail
polish, she clearly presented as feminine and I had no doubt that if I
allowed it she would have little trouble passing herself off as a real
woman in time, but I preferred my sissy maids to be readily identifiable
as sissies and not women. It humiliated them much more when seen as
sissies by others and in fact the act of exhibiting them to others was so
emasculating and shameful for them that it was an integral part of their
training and conditioning regimen.
"Time to practice your sissy habits and skills, Daisy," I told her as we
began a whole new round of training for her.
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