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Teaching the Sissy Maid Workshop at the MVP, Chapter Six:
Another Sissy for Ms. Rebecca's Household?
After the workshop ends on day one, Ms. Rebecca stays to speak with some
of the women attending the class and gets an unexpected offer that offers
her some incredible rewards if she can take ownership of another young
male submissive who is displaying sissy tendencies.
After the workshop ended for the day, I stayed for a while to give me a
chance to speak with some of the women attending the workshop as well as
some graduates of previous workshops who had come to wish the new class
good luck and promote the feelings of community and sisterhood among our
new members -- one of the core values upon which the Maternal Values Group
had been formed nearly twenty years ago. Almost all of the women were
excited and enthusiastic at the prospect of creating their very own sissy
maid and cuckold, and previous graduates shared how happy they had been
since undertaking the same journey in a previous session of the workshop.
Most of the women were enthusiastic and embraced the sense of community
and support that the MVG fostered among its members and within the last
five years we had doubled our membership and many of those members were
powerful women within business, government, and academia and that
foretold a bright future for the MVG and our goal to support the
mainstream adoption of female supremacy and the need for males to embrace
and accept a subservient role in this female-driven future.
Near the back of the room I recognized our out-going chairwoman, Roxanne
Kavanaugh, working the room and going the extra mile to ensure that the
influx of new members didn't result in some of the women being ignored.
These women had come to the MVG because here they found other women who
believed in female supremacy as they did, women who simply refused to
accept a life relegated to raising children and doing a man's laundry,
and Roxanne was one of the MVG's earliest members, sponsored by none
other than Kathleen Wilson herself. (Kathleen Wilson was one of three
women who founded the MVG, created its set of core values and beliefs,
and helped grow the women's organization into the thriving community of
nearly four hundred full members and nearly two hundred associate members
that it is today.)
"I wanted to tell you how impressed I am with the workshop so far," a
woman in her mid-thirties with a young, submissive male she had leashed
kneeling at her feet said, offering me her hand by way of introduction.
"Thank you so much," I told her as I took her hand. "My name is
Rebecca."
"And I am Tabitha Twain," she responded. "This quivering panty waist is
my new male, Missy, who is less than eager to be transformed into my
sissy maid and cuckold."
"That is common, at first," I reassured her. "Especially in younger
males like yours."
"Yes, he is only sixteen," she told me. "A gift from Sharron Harrington,
my sponsor. He was her nephew, and his mother was having issues with
rebellion and other typical male behavior."
"Ah, I know Sharon well," I said. "And she did the right thing in
helping her sister, and in the process provided you with the submissive
boi you needed so you can create your sissy maid and cuckold yourself.
The process of transforming a submissive boi like this one can be so
rewarding. I'm sure you will find the experience transformative for you
as well."
"I already see that," she agreed enthusiastically. "I feel so powerful
and, well, more than a little excited."
"Oh, that is one of many, many benefits of the process," I told her.
"And two feelings that never really go away either."
The poor boi kneeling at his owner's feet look so afraid and vulnerable,
especially since he had been denuded and locked in a small, pink CB-3000
chastity cage. The sight of him fueled my own excitement and I thought
briefly of how much I was going to enjoy using Daisy the moment I got
home.
"And feelings you have the right to enjoy," added an older woman who was
followed by a fully feminized sissy maid and was obviously her property.
"My name is Loretta Fisher," she continued as she offered first me and
then Tabitha her hand to shake.
"Oh, yes Ms. Fisher," I said as we shook hands. "It is an honor to
finally meet you, Ma'am." Loretta Fisher was among the very early
members of the MVG and had very nearly been elected the Governor of Texas
after spending sixteen years representing the state as one of its
Senators. Rumor had it that she was planning another run and this time
she was seen as the favorite by a wide margin. By tradition at the MVG,
women were all referred to using the title 'Ms' since the members pledged
to keep the identity of MVG members and their personal lives secret above
all else, and so I used the title 'Ms' instead of 'Senator' when
addressing the legendary woman.
"And for me as well," she said kindly while turning to shake Tabitha's
outstretched hand. "Ms. James has done a truly amazing job leading and
teaching this workshop for the MVG. Truly amazing!"
"You are too kind, Ma'am," I answered, still aware of the woman's place
of leadership and privilege.
"Please, call me Loretta," she said warmly. "And I will call you
Rebecca."
"Yes, it truly has been amazing so far," Tabitha added. "And it's only
been one day!"
"You will find the rest equally rewarding," Loretta told the young woman
while smiling at me.
"I hope to make that the case," I said with a sense of humility I rarely
felt.
"My sissy was already feminized when Rebecca started these classes," she
said, gesturing toward the sissy maid holding the Perch Position without
moving. "Most of us transformed our former husbands way back then, and
so I did with this one, however I am considering adding a new submissive
male to my household and perhaps I can bring him to one of your
workshops."
"It would be an honor," I said smiling, as another woman approached our
small group just as Tabitha gave her excuses and led her leashed boi away
from us.
"Ah, Jennifer," Loretta said, recognizing the woman who was also in her
mid-fifties and dressed in a designer business suit accented by a pair of
Manolo Blahnik open-toed pumps. "This is the woman I was telling you
about, Ms. Jennifer meet Ms. Rebecca James."
Jennifer was a strikingly beautiful woman with dark brown hair, deep blue
eyes, and the figure of a 1950s movie star. Her large breasts pushed
against the jacket of her designer suit and her legs were something out
of an erotic short story. I was immediately taken with her and glad
Loretta had introduced us.
"It's so nice to finally meet you," Jennifer said, extending her hand.
"And nice to meet you as well," I offered, taking her hand in mine and
gently caressing it a moment before shaking it a few times and allowing
her hand to leave mine.
"Loretta has told me such wonderful things about you," Jennifer said
smiling.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Yes, I did, Rebecca," Loretta said. "Jennifer needs some help and I
believe you are the perfect woman to help her."
"Am I?" I asked, genuinely pleased at being selected by a woman as
renowned as Loretta to be the one to help her friend while obviously
curious about what kind of help it was Jennifer needed. "And what kind
of help might I offer?"
"Do you think the three of us could go to Duffy's for a drink while we
talk Jennifer's problem over among the three of us?" Loretta asked,
taking my hand in hers as she stared deeply into my eyes.
"Of course," I said, genuinely curious now. "I have no plans for the
rest of the afternoon and am honored to be considered someone who might
help a friend of Loretta's."
Loretta smiled and kissed my hand in thanks.
"Jennifer is with me," Loretta added. "So, we'll meet you there."
"Sounds like a plan," I responded. "I will need a few final minutes here
to wrap up some workshop business but as soon as I am finished I will
meet you both at Duffy's."
"Do hurry," Loretta said, her smile almost beginning to form into a
snarl. "It is a most urgent matter and there is little time to waist."
I smiled, knowing Loretta was not a woman used to hearing anything other
than a full-throated yes to her every request and that she meant nothing
with her show of disdain.
"I will," I said as the two of them walked toward the front of the multi-
purpose room and the exit. Waiting for them both to leave, I searched
the room for Susan, dying to tell someone about what had just happened.
Finally, I found her in a corner laughing and having a conversation with
Roxanne Kavanaugh and made my way over to where they were standing.
"Another excellent beginning," Roxanne said to me as I approached,
clapping her hands in praise.
"Yes, indeed!" Susan added, clapping her hands as well.
"Well, this one should get the credit," I said, pointing at Susan.
"You are both too humble for your own good," Roxanne said, laughing at
us.
"Rebecca is TOO humble?" Susan asked, laughing at me.
"Well perhaps not humble," Roxanne corrected herself. "But it is true
this latest session of the Sissy Workshop has begun precipitously. And
we have the two of you to thank."
"Thank you, sincerely, Roxanne," I said. "It has been a true honor to
teach this workshop, and a true joy to have been able to watch it grow
and expand its reach."
"Speaking of honors," Roxanne began, glancing in my direction. "Was that
Loretta Fisher and Jennifer Madison you were speaking with a moment ago?"
"Yes, Ms. Fisher introduced me to her friend Jennifer, although I didn't
catch her last name," I admitted, eager to learn more about the two women
and what they might possibly want from me.
"You're moving up in the world, it seems," Roxanne noted with a smile.
"Oh, I doubt that," I responded with feigned humility.
"She deserves it, too" Susan added, ever my champion.
"Might I ask what the two of them wanted from you, Rebecca?" Loretta
asked casually.
"Loretta only said that her friend Jennifer needed help of some kind and
that I was in a unique position to help her with her problem, although
she didn't go into any detail," I told them both. "I'm to meet them for
drinks at Duffy's in just a few minutes, but truthfully I wanted to find
Susan and find out what she thought before I left to join them for a
drink."
"Jennifer Fisher is about to be nominated as the state attorney general,
according to my sources in Austin," Roxanne said with a grin. "And of
course, Loretta Fisher is likely to make another run for governor in the
next election, and with the attorney general for the sitting governor her
very own mole inside the enemy's headquarters."
"Oh, I didn't know that," I said honestly.
"Please keep my gossiping to yourself if you will girls," Loretta said
conspiratorially. "I was raised better, but since you seemed to be in a
serious discussion with the two women I thought you might need some
information of your own."
"And it's gratefully appreciated," I said, looking back and forth between
her and Susan.
"One more thing, my friend," Loretta said as she reached out to hold my
hand. "Loretta Fisher is an amazing woman and played a large part in
growing the MVG to its current size, and she did that while maintaining
an unblemished record for integrity and honesty. No small accomplishment
when you consider all the barriers and battles she must have faced,
especially in the early years."
"I have heard nothing but good about her," I added, squeezing Loretta's
hand in mine.
"However, Jennifer Madison is new to Texas and only moved to Dallas a few
years ago," Loretta said continuing. "She has only recently been
nominated to become an associate member of the MVG, and so we do not know
her as well as we might like, given her political power and newcomer
status. Still, Loretta is as solid a member of the MVG as there is and
she will not knowingly steer you wrong."
"That is comforting to know," I said as Loretta squeezed my hand once and
then let go as she began to walk toward the front doors and the exit,
likely letting Susan and I have a few minutes to talk alone before I had
to leave for my meeting with the two powerful women at the bar across
from the MVG.
"You two take care," she said as she walked away.
"Wow," Susan said after a moment. "I mean Wow!"
"I know," I said, smiling at the good fortune this meeting might bring
me. "Loretta Fisher wants me to help her good friend with a problem, a
problem I am uniquely suited to be of help to her friend, a friend I now
learn may be as politically connected as Loretta herself."
"This is going to be so good for you," Susan said optimistically. "But
you best not keep those two waiting and get going."
I agreed with her and asked her to wish me luck as I left the multi-
purpose room and walked across the small MVG campus to the back parking
lot where I had left my car. Duffy's bar was only a half-mile or so down
the closest main street to the MVG so it only took me a few minutes to
make the short drive and find myself standing outside of the bar and
wondering what favor two such powerful, successful women might want from
me.
Taking a deep breath, I walked into Duffy's and was immediately more at
ease, the bar a favorite gathering place for many MVG members and I had
always enjoyed myself on such occasions. Recognizing me the bartender
waived to me and whispered something to a young hostess who immediately
came up and told me Mrs. Fisher had reserved the private dining room and
was expecting me.
The two women were seated at one of four tables and had already been
served drinks when I was shown to my seat. Smiling and saying hello both
women stood as I sat at their table, welcoming me and thanking me once
again for meeting with them at such short notice.
"Would you like a drink, dear?" Loretta asked me, and I ordered a white
wine from the young waitress. We made small talk and all waited for her
to leave the private room before beginning our real conversation, the one
that would explain what they wanted from me and why, I hoped.
"So, you must be curious as to why we are asking for your help?" Loretta
asked me directly.
"Well, I will admit to some healthy curiosity, yes," I answered with a
smile.
"Well, the issue is with Jennifer's nephew, her sister's only boy,"
Loretta began. "After the death of her sister, Jennifer was awarded
custody of the boy who was only twelve when he lost his mother."
"He was her only child and she doted on him constantly," Jennifer added,
obviously not happy with her sister's efforts at motherhood. "She
indulged his more, well more feminine behaviors, but I suppose he was
always a bit effeminate for a boy."
"Yes, and lately Jennifer has caught him stealing her panties as well as
her daughter's panties and nighties from the wash. Jennifer is a single
mother with a lovely, intelligent daughter and while she supports our
philosophy, she is not yet in a position to acquire a sissy of her own,"
Loretta explained just as the waitress returned to the private dining
room with my white wine.
"I see," I said as I sipped my wine and we all waited for the waitress to
leave the private room once more.
"Her nephew is undoubtedly a sissy, or at least is very likely a sissy,"
Loretta said, continuing her narration. "But Jennifer is about to be
thrust into the public spotlight when she begins actively campaigning for
our party's candidates in the upcoming election, and she cannot have any
hint of scandal or indication of her belief in our rather progressive
social policy positions."
"I am simply not in a position to give him the kind of attention and time
he will need if he is to learn how to become an obedient sissy," Jennifer
told me honestly. "And if word got out that I had a pansy for a nephew
that would not help my budding political career in the least."
"Agreed," Loretta said authoritatively. "So I was hoping we might call
on you for some help with the boy, and ask if you might consider taking
ownership of him and training him to be a good sissy, and one day perhaps
offer him to the kind of woman who recognizes the value and use of such
boys."
"Ah, well, as you know I just took ownership of a submissive boi from
Helen Reynolds who has only been in training for a few weeks," I answered
carefully as I thought about what the two women were asking and
considered the possibilities it would open for me personally. To take on
responsibility for training and conditioning another submissive boy would
be a good deal of work, of course, but there were a good many benefits
the addition of another sissy to my household would make possible as
well. The possibilities for the use of two sissy maids and cuckolds was
incredibly exciting and a fantasy of mine for a number of years now.
"Yes, I was aware of that," Loretta said. "And we are also aware of how
valuable your time is and what this kind of commitment would mean for you
personally, however, I think you might be able to judge the situation
better if you were to learn what resources we would make available to
support taking on such an important responsibility."
"Yes, I know your time is valuable and would not think of asking you to
do such a large favor for me if I was not sure you would be well
compensated and set-up to enjoy the benefits taking ownership of my
nephew might open up for you, and for your household," Jennifer added,
not nearly as skillful a politician as Loretta yet, but with obvious
potential if given the kind of coaching and education in realpolitik a
woman like Loretta Fisher could give her.
"Well, it would be a great help to me when I am considering your offer
that I be free from worry regarding the financial commitment such a
responsibility would require on my part," I added, wanting to insure that
both women understood I would be expecting a substantial financial
incentive to agree to their offer.
"I am sure we can work that out to everyone's satisfaction," Loretta
said, stopping the discussion of money for the moment, but allowing that
there would be a substantial financial benefit to me for taking their
offer and that the details of that compensation would be dealt with at a
later date. "Now, about the boy himself, we need to talk about how
things might work, if, of course, we are all agreeable and decide to move
forward with the transfer of ownership and custody."
"Yes, that is sometimes a delicate undertaking," I offered, "but there
are some basic commonalities to training and conditioning a submissive
male and his transformation into a sissy maid and cuckold of value."
"Yes, if you might share some of your experiences in this type of
situation I would feel much better about moving forward," Jennifer said
honestly.
"Of course, that is perfectly normal, to be unsure of the unknown," I
said. "In most cases the submissive boy in question is already showing a
predilection for feminine clothing and is typically more effeminate than
other boys his age. He has been sexualized, typically without any
recognizable triggering event, to associate femininity with sexual
excitement."
"And it happens for no reason?" Loretta asked, trying to help.
"It seems that way for some of these boys," I answered. "But, when we
can identify a submissive boy as a sissy early enough, we can do a great
deal to insure he is trained and conditioned properly and his
transformation into an obedient, thoughtful, compliant sissy maid and
cuckold will typically go much smoother and so in the long run your
nephew will be much better off because of your intervention."
"Well, that does make me feel better about doing this for him," Jennifer
said, seeming to relax a little.
"Oh, rest assured that this is in his best interest," I said to reassure
her, and I noticed Loretta smiling approvingly at me as I comforted her
friend and political protege. "It is the loving and kind thing to do."
"Yes, I believe Rebecca was a wise choice for us," Loretta said, smiling
at me as she complimented me.
"What we will need to do is the night before you bring him to my house
you will tell him that you are going out of town for a few weeks and that
I will be babysitting him while you are gone," I said, giving the women a
rough idea of how we would handle the transition. "Then early the next
morning you drop him off at my house and I get to work on his transition.
A few weeks later you can drop by with the legal paperwork to have his
name changed and custody transferred to me, and that will be all you have
to do."
"Can you arrange to get some help during the initial period of training?"
asked Loretta wisely. This was a woman familiar with the process!
"Yes, I am sure Susan, you know Susan from the MVG I'm sure, she will be
with me the first few weeks so we can insure he always has supervision
until he has been reduced to the helpless, panty waist sissy we know him
to be," I told them.
"Good," Loretta said, standing to indicate the meeting was over. "I will
have my girl get in touch by Friday, and the two of us can meet to
discuss financing."
I stood and reached out my hand to Loretta who shook my hand and smiled
at me, handing me a business card as she did. Jennifer also rose and
shook my hand, thanking me for my time.
"I look forward to hearing from you," I said to Loretta and walked out of
the bar smiling from ear to ear. I would soon have a new sissy and one
that came with a dowry.
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