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Becoming a Maid for Mark and Rebecca, Part Ten -
Ms. Rebecca Gets Help Preparing Daisy for Her Master
Ms. Stephanie brings her sissy Prissy to Ms. Rebecca's home and they
contribute to the preparation of Daisy to meet her Master that later that
night. While Prissy is left to complete some of the necessary
preparation, Ms. Rebecca and Ms. Stephanie retire to Ms. Rebecca's bed
from some fun.
"Prissy, introduce yourself to your new sister sissy, Daisy," the woman
with Ms. Rebecca said to her sissy. Her name, I would later learn, was
Ms. Stephanie and she was an incredibly sexy, and very sexual woman of
about thirty-five with long dirty-blond hair and deep blue eyes. In her
heels, Ms. Stephanie was about 5'10", a few inches taller than her sissy
maid who stood nervously next to her Mistress with her head down, her
hands folded in front of her and her heels together.
"Hello Daisy," Prissy said, raising her head for only a moment to look in
my direction before immediately returning to her more humble position.
"H-h-hello Prissy," I said from my kneeling position in the tub where I
was holding my first enema, and as I realized I was been shown, as the
sissy I was becoming, to strangers I felt a level of humiliation I had
never before experienced. My shame and weakness was being displayed
without my having had any say in what was happening to me, and that
triggered a level of fear that was as new as the overwhelming humiliation
being seen had triggered.
"Would you have Prissy lead Daisy into the bathroom so she can release
her enema and we can get her started on the next one," Ms. Rebecca asked
Ms. Stephanie who smiled and took Ms. Rebecca's hand in hers as she
reached up to kiss my future owner on the check playfully.
"Oh, of course, Sexy," Ms. Stephanie replied. "I will do anything to
make you happy."
"You are entirely transparent and will not distract me from my mission to
have Daisy ready to present to Master when he returns home this evening,"
Ms. Rebecca said smiling. She kissed Ms. Stephanie on the cheek and
smiled warmly at her. "Now to work!"
"Yes Ma'am," Ms. Stephanie said laughing. "Prissy, go and help Daisy to
the toilet."
"Yes Ma'am," Prissy said as she executed a nearly perfect curtsy.
Ms. Rebecca walked over to the tub and sat on the edge as Prissy
approached us. The warm water scented with fragrant oils and bath soaps
was turning cold as I knelt in place, the large inflatable enema still
violating my rectum and insuring I could not release the enema solution
that was now causing me some real discomfort. I could feel myself
blushing as Ms. Rebecca told me to spread my legs wide and my cocklette
was becoming erect once again, betraying me as it clearly showed anyone
who saw me that being treated like a panty waist weakling, like a sissy,
excited me beyond belief.
"Be a good little bitch and I can have this out of you in just a sec,"
Ms. Rebecca said as she began to manipulate the nozzle and I whimpered as
the movement stretched my aching rectum a little more.
"Y-yes Ma'am," I managed to reply as my whole world began to fall apart
and the gravity and seriousness of my situation began to sink in to the
small part of my brain that was still functioning. I had only fantasized
about serving a dominant couple like Mark and Rebecca in the four years
since they had moved away, but I had never even dreamed they would want
to go this far and now -- before I really even understood what she was
asking of me -- I am too weak and afraid and cowed by her strength and
power to object.
"Now pay attention, Slut," Ms. Rebecca said, slapping me hard on my
bottom and making me jump and whimper at the unexpected nature of being
corrected when I really had done nothing wrong. It was to be a theme in
my life as a sissy maid and cuckold -- being punished, disciplined,
corrected or abused for not knowing or doing something that I had no way
of knowing it was wanted. Or, the punishment or correction might come
from something Ms. Rebecca or Master Mark thought that I was feeling such
as being paddled for "staring at Master's cock too long" when he was
getting undressed after work and once for "being such a pathetic sissy
and panty waist" when one of Ms. Rebecca's friends was visiting and
somewhat shocked a man "would ever let someone do this to him."
"Yes Ma'am," I answered.
"When this nozzle comes out you are going to feel pressure from the enema
solution to push it out of you, but you are not to do that under any
circumstances," she said as I felt the nozzle start to slowly deflate
inside me. "You must hold your enema until you reach the toilet and you
hear me give you the command to release. If you fail to hold it until I
give you permission to release it you will be punished severely and have
to repeat the enema but with an extra cup or two of solution to hold,"
she told me as she continued to deflate the nozzle.
"You have the inflatable nozzle for enemas?" Ms. Stephanie asked from
somewhere behind my line of sight, obviously interested in what Ms.
Rebecca had done to me.
"Yes," Ms. Rebecca said as she started to pull the nozzle from inside me.
"I found a great little girl at a toy store in Fort Worth who was a real
help with getting ready for today. Mark is a real stickler for having
the right tools and equipment and so we did quite a bit of shopping at
this girl's adult store over a two or three month period."
"The great thing about those is that you can really add to the quantity
of solution you make the sissy receive and retain because the nozzle
keeps the solution from leaking until you are ready to allow it," Ms.
Stephanie added.
"Okay Slut, get ready to hold it in because I am about to pull the nozzle
all the way out," Ms. Rebecca warned me seconds before she pulled the
nozzle from my sore rectum and because of the enema, the soreness from
having to take something as big as the nozzle inside me, or maybe just
because of all the extreme emotions and feelings I had experienced today,
I could not be sure if I was holding the water or not, but Ms. Rebecca
told me I was doing good as she took my hand and helped me to my feet.
When I stepped out of the bathtub, Ms. Rebecca gave my hand to Prissy who
held it up in the air as if we were at a formal dance, but it was of
course to make us both look even more feminine and pathetic and I would
later learn that Ms. Stephanie had taught her "wife" a whole series of
movements and behaviors that were designed to make Prissy look like a
simpering sissy whenever she moved about, including a requirement that
Ms. Rebecca would find "good for me" that when a sissy walks she swishes
her bottom from side to side like movie stars did back when women still
had curves and looked less like preteen boys.
Prissy simpered and minced as she walked, another rule for sissy decorum
and behavior that Ms. Rebecca adopted into her lengthy Word document:
"Rules for Behavior and Decorum for Sissy Daisy." Most amazing, however,
was how the pressure to release the enema solution was really making me
cramp and I had to walk slightly bent over to ease the pain somewhat and
keep from having an accident on Ms. Rebecca's bathroom floor, but despite
the immediacy and intensity of needing to empty the enema I was still
hyper-aware of how emasculate Prissy seemed to me and how it humiliated
me to even walk with her into the bathroom and only got worse when I
realized that soon I would be just like her.
Finally we made it to the toilet and I sat down immediately and when I
went to shut the door Prissy stopped me and quietly shook her head back-
and-forth to signal shutting the door would be a problem. Fortunately,
Ms. Rebecca must have been keeping her eye on us because she called out
to Prissy that I could shut the door and Prissy could remain outside
while I emptied myself. Equally fortunate was I somehow managed to
remember to wait for Ms. Rebecca's command that would allow me permission
to empty my bowels, but when it didn't come quickly I began to beg Ms.
Rebecca for permission from within the small toilet closet and I could
hear the two ladies laughing at how easily I accepted being powerless and
dependent upon my owners for decision-making.
Finally, Ms. Rebecca granted me permission to empty the enema and I
actually moaned slightly with the pleasure of having it leave my body.
"Make sure and push down so you empty it all from you," Ms. Rebecca
offered as the two ladies enjoyed my predicament.
I did as she instructed and after five minutes or so I called out that I
believed I was completely empty, flushing the toilet one more time to
eliminate the disgusting solution from the bowl. Ms. Rebecca finally
called for me to return to them and at the door there was Prissy holding
up her hand so she could hold mine as we returned to the tub and the two
women who controlled us.
The return walk with Prissy holding my hand up in the air was as
thoroughly humiliating as the walk to the toilet had been, but on this
trip I was much more aware of what was happening to me and not as
overwhelmed by the cramping that holding the enema for so long had
caused. Our walk was feminine and meant to show us as sissies and it
eschewed masculinity.
"Don't they look cute," Ms. Stephanie commented as we returned to the
place where I had stepped out of the tub a few minutes earlier.
"Oh, they do, they do," Ms. Rebecca agreed while she began refilling the
large, Jacuzzi bathtub with hot water, apparently having drained it while
I was releasing the first enema in the closeted toilet. Once the water
began filling the tub, Ms. Rebecca once more added bath oils and soaps to
the water as the force of the water flowing out of the two faucets that
serviced the tub stirred the bath aids to bubble.
"Help Daisy back into the bathtub, Prissy," Ms. Rebecca instructed the
visiting sissy who did her best to perform a curtsy while still holding
my hand, and the sissy obediently led me up next to the tub and kept her
hand out so I could hold it and steady myself as I got back into the tub.
"Daisy, back in the tub now please," Ms. Rebecca instructed me as she
removed one of the enema bags from where it hung on the enema rack and
dunked it into the bath, filling the enema bag with the bath solution of
bath oils and soaps and hot water she had created in the tub. Once she
thought it reasonably full, she returned the enema bag to its place
hanging by a hook at the top of the enema rack, and then began to replace
the tubing ending with the now familiar inflatable nozzle at the end.
"Hands and knees, Daisy. You know what is expected and once you have
experience accepting another part of being a sissy I expect you to show
me your eager embrace of what I want to do to you. Do you understand me,
Daisy?"
"Oh yes Ma'am," I answered as I knelt in the tub, the water almost at the
top of my thighs. Ms. Rebecca waited for the water level to reach a
little higher than the tops of my legs and then turned off both faucets.
"Oh, might I make a suggestion before you begin?" Ms. Stephanie asked
with a giggle as she stepped up next to Ms. Rebecca and held her body
next to Ms. Rebecca's body as she smiled.
"Of course," Ms. Rebecca said happily, reaching up to outline the tops of
Ms. Stephanie's breasts with a finger.
"Have Prissy lubricate Daisy using her finger," Ms. Stephanie said and
smiled at our reaction to her suggestion. I shuddered and Prissy
swallowed and accepted her lot in life and Ms. Stephanie never let-up,
never let Prissy forget he had been 'de-maled' for lack of a better term.
"Oh, that is deviously delicious," Ms. Rebecca said, her voice filled
with lust at the thought of making Prissy lube my rectum with her finger.
"Prissy, be a good girl and lube Daisy's rectum for the enema nozzle,
please."
"Yes Ms. Rebecca," Prissy answered obediently with the required curtsy
following her answer immediately, and walked closer to where I was on my
hands and knees, kneeling in the warm, soapy bath salts and oils that Ms.
Rebecca had used when mixing my bath. I could not have been more ashamed
and humiliated than I was as I realized that another sissy male, a sissy
but still one who was once like me, was about to finger my rectum so she
and my two superiors could watch me accept my second enema of the
afternoon. And as humiliated and shamed as I felt, I could feel my small
erection and an excitement unlike anything I had ever experienced.
Prissy pushed two fingers into the lubricant and then began by pushing
one deep inside me and eliciting an involuntary moan from me despite my
efforts to hide how excited this was all making me. Perhaps I was just
what Ms. Rebecca and Mark wanted to make of me -- an obedient sissy maid
and cuckold!
"Oh how cute," Ms. Stephanie said as she clung to Ms. Rebecca's side.
"Having a fellow sissy lube her and prepare her for the enema is exciting
the slut!"
"Yummm," moaned Ms. Rebecca and while I could not see the two women from
my kneeling position I could hear them begin to kiss and caress each
other, excited by their humiliation of both Prissy and me I assumed.
"Yesss," responded Ms. Stephanie. "It's exciting to control them so
completely, isn't it baby?"
"Oh yesss," Ms. Rebecca responded. "I love how helpless and pathetic
they both are and how unmanly they are because of us."
Prissy's second finger caught me by surprise and this time instead of
moaning I whimpered as her fingers lubed and stretched open my rectum at
the same time. I didn't know it at the time but in the days to come I
would feel something similar to what Prissy was feeling as she fingered
me with two fingers, knowing I was not nearly well trained enough for it
not to hurt and she liked making me whimper. I deserved it for being
such a panty waist and weakling, she believed to her core. Her feelings
were simply the response of a sissy to the daily and relentless
humiliation and emasculation she was subjected to because her owner
wished to driver her ever deeper into submission and dependence. She had
been so thoroughly trained and conditioned as a sissy maid and cuckold
she had begun to believe that the way sissies were treated was because it
was how we deserved to be treated. She no longer had any illusions of
being anything but what she was: the property of her owner who had made
her into a simpering sissy maid and cuckold.
In time, I would feel the same.
"Oh, poor sissy," Ms. Rebecca said laughing. "Is your little bottom
still too tight? Do we need to work on loosening you up, slut?!"
"Thank you, Ms. Rebecca," was all I could think of to say because I
surely didn't want to be "loosened" whatever that might mean. I moaned
softly to show my happiness and sexual excitement because of being
fingered by Prissy because despite the shame it made me feel I was afraid
of being "loosened" more than I was humiliated by admitting my sexuality
and excitement at being dominated by another sissy maid.
Both women laughed at my answer and I could tell they were still making
out while Prissy removed her fingers for more lubricant and in seconds
returned them to my rectum as she lubed my insides in preparation for my
next enema.
"Prissy knows how to administer an enema," I heard Ms. Stephanie whisper
to Ms. Rebecca as they continued to kiss and fondle each other. "Why
don't we go lay down on your wonderful bed and let Prissy finish giving
Daisy the enema? We can enjoy ourselves and know our sissies are being
humiliated and emasculated even more than if we were the ones to
administer the enema."
"Oh, that is a wonderful idea," I heard Ms. Rebecca reply. "Prissy, do a
good job and get Daisy nice and full."
"Yes Ma'am, right away Ma'am," Prissy said, leaving her fingers in me as
I felt her attempt to curtsy.
"Good girl," Ms. Stephanie said, rewarding her obedience with the most
coveted praise a sissy can hear. "When Daisy is full you may come and
inform us, Prissy."
"Yes Ma'am," Prissy answered as she once more added a second finger to
her violation of my rectum and once more I whimpered as my tight hole
stretched to accommodate her additional finger.
I heard Ms. Rebecca and Ms. Stephanie leave the bathroom and close the
two French doors behind them, leaving me alone with my sister sissy,
Prissy who I had begun to fear as much as I feared the two dominant
women. I heard her breathing hard as she slowly began to finger my
opening and as she did the pain I had first experienced began to fade,
replaced with pleasure that had me inadvertently push my bottom back to
meet her slow thrusts. That made Prissy giggle, and I noticed and I
couldn't help but admit her feminine giggle excited me all that much more
as her slow, methodical thrusts inside me made me mad with desire. I
admit that all I wanted was her to finger-fuck me even harder.
After a few minutes of entertaining herself with my humiliating response
to being finger-fucked, Prissy must have sensed she had allowed herself
all the time she might reasonably have for her own amusements and decided
it was time to begin complying with the instructions she had for my
enema. I heard her moving around the enema stand and after a moment she
withdrew her fingers only to replace them with the larger enema nozzle
which she forced in with one long push. This time, however, instead of
giving me nothing but pain I felt some pleasure mixed with the burning of
my rectum being stretched even further and this time I openly moaned
instead of whimpering which made Prissy giggle once more.
She began to rhythmically fuck my bottom with the nozzle and soon I was
pushing my ass back and moaning like the slut I was being trained to
become which Prissy seemed to enjoy. Unlike me she had been fucked
frequently and knew the pleasure I was feeling as she fucked me with the
enema nozzle, and this time I realized the humiliation I felt at being
fucked by another sissy and moaning in response made me feel even more
excited.
The humiliation was beginning to excite me, something I would learn is
true with all sissy maids and cuckolds. We all begin to associate
humiliation and our continued emasculation as being sexually exciting and
over time we begin to crave those feelings of being shamed and
embarrassed. After giving me intense pleasure by fucking my ass hard she
finally slowed her rhythm and must have attached the tubes to the plug
while continuing to fuck me because a minute later the pleasure was
replaced with the feeling of the bladder being inflated inside me. At
first it was oddly pleasurable as well but slowly the pleasure was
replaced as the inflatable bladder grew ever larger inside me until
finally it was full and Prissy stopped pumping it.
Soon I felt the enema solution once more filling me up and the warm enema
felt nice and not nearly as threatening. As it emptied into me I began
to fill full and then I could feel my stomach start to expand from the
constant flow of added water to my insides. As I tried to get used to
the feeling, Prissy whispered that I was almost full and had nearly
accepted the whole bag.
"Thank you," I whispered back to her, and as soon as I did I felt her
slip one of her hands down between my legs and she cupped my small balls
in her hand and then began gently rubbing them between her delicate
fingers as she giggled but softly so she would not be heard. I almost
squealed in pleasure and moaned and pushed my tiny cocklette back to her,
hoping for more.
"Shhhh," Prissy whispered. "If they catch us we'll suffer, but I know
how hard this first day is and wanted you to have a moment of pleasure
before they continue with your training. Just remember, do what they say
immediately, never disagree and agree with everything they tell you."
"Um, yes, okay," I whispered back.
"Now it's time to alert them you are full," she said as she suddenly
removed her hand from its position caressing my scrotum and jumped up to
her feet. A few minutes later I heard her open the French doors to the
master bathroom and heard her steps as she walked toward the bed where
our owners were enjoying each other.
"Daisy has accepted the enema, Ms. Rebecca," Prissy stated and even new
to being a sissy I knew she must have curtseyed as she informed them of
my status.
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