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Graceful Submission by Kittynor Chapter 1 My name is Grace. It used to be Graham but I will come back to that a little later. My parents, Luke & Jennifer, are in what one would call an FLR. It's short for Female led relationship. Before you jump to any conclusions, this is what both of my parents desired. They have had time to sort of perfect their roles over the past twenty plus years. You can see that in the way they read each other's needs without even needing to voice them. I love them to bits and sincerely hope that I would have something like that once I am married. Despite their relationship dynamic, I had a very good childhood. My parents never ever let their internal arrangement affect my life. My dad, while certainly not the man of the house, would still spend time with me doing dad things. My Mother was the stern one of the duo. She made sure I followed all the rules and generally kept an eye on my actions.. Both of them worked in their own fields. They were clearly independent individuals and confident in their own self. Despite this independence, it was clear to me that Mother took the decisions in our house. Mother was strict but fair. Even Dad deferred to her when a final decision had to be made. I guess it is true that children learn from their parents. I certainly learned from my father to defer to my Mother. Life was good. My grades were better than average. I had started helping Dad in the household wherever I could. Things were going smooth without the need to define anything with labels. It was after my sixteenth birthday that Dad sat me down and explained how his relationship with Mother worked. I wasn't exactly surprised at the explanation. I had come to similar conclusions of my own by then. I assured Dad that I did not mind what he did with Mother. It was their life and I was happy doing my thing so long as they were happy doing theirs. The actual shock came when Mother joined him. She took my hand in hers and explained her proposal to me. It was quite simple. After my eighteenth birthday, I would have to make an important decision. If I wanted to continue to live with them, I would have to live by the same rules as my father did. I would have to accept my Mother as the Head of the House and defer to her decisions in all aspects of my life. The alternative for me was to move out. Mother made it crystal clear that they weren't cutting me off. I would still have their full support financial or otherwise. She explained that they only wanted a bit more privacy and freedom to live their life as they wished after I achieved my majority. It was clear that I was taken aback by Mother's explanations and Dad calmed me down. He assured me that I had two years to make my decision and plan for things. Mother also expressed confidence in me that I would take a decision only after considering all things. The next two years were years of self-discovery for me. I thought on their words and researched extensively on the FLR. I was fairly confident in my ability to survive on my own as my parents had not denied me their support. The core question for me was to understand what I really wanted to do. My eighteenth birthday was round the corner when I made my decision. I loved my parents as they loved me. I was never pressured to defer to my Mother, it is just something that I learned to do from my father. I knew by now that I was naturally a submissive guy and it would be no big deal for me to slip in the role officially. Thus, I conveyed my decision about accepting my role in the FLR lifestyle one day before my eighteenth birthday. My parents were happy and they hugged me with all their love. My life changed a little from that day onwards. It was strangely liberating to not have to make the final decisions. Mother asked me to come up with my preferred universities and courses to attend. We sat down to triage my choices based on the overall expenses and our own budget. The university in our town had subsidized courses for local students. Mother approved my choice to attend a Business Administration course at the local university. Life settled into a routine. If I was not in college or studying, I would help in the house with Dad. There were always chores to be done in the house and neither myself or Dad were spared any leniency in them. Now that I had become an adult and accepted to become a part of the Female Led lifestyle, my parents became more free in the implementation of the dynamic. My father started openly wearing a collar while at home. He would serve at my Mother's feet while I was at home. Initially I was embarrassed at this open display of their D/s dynamic. Slowly though, it stopped being weird. I realized how much of their dynamic they must have hidden during my childhood years. I overcame my embarrassment and encouraged them to freely express their dynamic. It was also a discovery phase for me. I was also trying to figure out where I stood and what my kinks were. I knew I was clearly a submissive. I just wasn't sure what type of submissive I was. Mother took my acceptance of their dynamic as a positive sign. She decided to introduce me to her Femdom group. It was a close-knit group of ladies who were of a dominant nature just like my Mother. I was introduced when they held their first meeting at our house since I attained majority. There were different type of couples who attended the gathering. Some were into pet-play while some were into tease & denial. They were all involved in the lifestyle in varying degrees. Some mature couples even brought their adult children who had become a part of the lifestyle like me. This was where I got to meet Darcy for the first time. Darcy was the daughter of one of Mother's close friends in the group, Veronica. She was attending her final year in the same college where I studied. Mother was very insistent that I show Darcy around and I meekly accepted the charge. It was the first time I had been in the company of a fine woman like Darcy. Darcy was beautiful and I couldn't help but steal glances at her as I escorted her through our house. Darcy finally had enough of my furtive glances. She confronted me when I led her into my room. She turned towards me and stood with a miffed expression. "What do you think you are doing, Graham?" Darcy asked. I swallowed and shook my head trying to feign ignorance. "I have seen you looking at me when you think I am not noticing. Nothing misses a woman's eye, Graham. You should know that by now," Darcy said, her tone taking on an unpleasant edge. "I am sorry if that was inappropriate of me," I managed to stammer back. "It is inappropriate if you do it without prior permission. Did you ask for my permission?" Darcy asked in a stern voice. "No, Miss Darcy. I am sorry. Please forgive me," I said. My heart was racing but I also felt a faint stirring in my cock as I became aroused. "Miss Darcy, I like the ring of it. You will always address me this way from now on. Do I make myself clear?" Darcy said. I could only nod at her command. "Good boy. I think I like you. You are so modest and submissive," Darcy said and seemed to come to a decision. She moved back a pace and dropped her pants on the floor. I was left to goggle at her smooth and bare thighs. My cock was straining against my pants now. Darcy quickly removed her panties and held them in front of my face. "Come on, I know you want to sniff them. You have clearly demonstrated that you like what you see," Darcy said, pointing to my erection which was visible even through my pants. Unable to control myself, I inched forward and sniffed her pungent sent through the panties. It was the first time I had been this close to a woman and the scent was intoxicating. I was brought out of my reverie as Darcy pulled my hand forward. She placed the panties in my palm and closed my fingers over them. "I want you to wear them for me," Darcy said. I was shocked at the absurd request. "Consider it a small tribute for me. I know you are interested in me. Do this and I might grant you permission to look at me whenever you like," Darcy said, inching closer to me. I was paralysed as her breasts touched my chest and her left leg slid sensually over my right. I moaned involuntarily. I knew at that moment that I would do anything for Darcy. I meekly nodded my acceptance. "That seals it then. I want to see you tomorrow and show me that you are wearing them. Don't disappoint me," Darcy said, stepping away immediately. I tried to move forward involuntarily but she stopped me with a palm on my chest. "Tomorrow, Graham," Darcy said with a smirk. She bent down and pulled up her pants. "Escort me back to the meetup, sissy boy. I am your guest after all," Darcy said playfully. I don't know why I felt a thrill in my gut as she called me a sissy boy. I stuffed her panties in my pocket and led her back to the living room where the meeting was almost wrapping up. "Took you long enough to show my daughter around. I hope you did not do anything inappropriate with her," Darcy's mother said, sternly. "Mother, Graham was the epitome of a good host," Darcy said in a sing song voice. I turned beet red as I saw my Mother trying to hide her smirk. I was spared further shame as the meeting quickly wrapped up after that. As she was leaving, I noticed Darcy wink at me from besides her mother. I did not know whether to hope or despair at the attention. Chapter 2 That first meeting with Darcy was the turning point of my life. Darcy stormed into my life after that and changed it forever. From that point onwards, I became a sort of pet project for her. She would come in unannounced at our house and I would be spending all my time around her on my tiptoes. It was clear to anybody with eyes that she had me wrapped around her fingers. At first, she only made me wear her panties occasionally. I would go to college wearing her panties under my male clothing. She would make me take selfies wearing her panties and send them to her as proof. The mixture of fear and excitement at following her orders brought me a pleasure that was simply indescribable. Her playfulness went up a level when she gifted me my first bra. As I stood in my room holding her gift in my hands, I had turned fully red with embarrassment. I did not know what to make of this gift. I had become used to wearing her panties every now and then. Yet, this was a whole new upgrade for me. She must have seen the apprehension on my face as her expression softened. "I want you to understand something, Graham. I like to see you wear feminine items of clothing because it turns me on. I don't know why but something about the act of dressing a guy up makes me feel powerful and in control. However, I won't force my kink onto you. If this is becoming too uncomfortable for you, just say so," Darcy said, firmly. Ever since I accepted my submissive role in the household, I had never been asked for my opinion. Mother accepted my inputs from time to time. However, her decision was always the final one. I knew Darcy was talking to me as an equal partner right then. It helped me understand the true measure of the woman that Darcy really was. She was quite similar to my Mother. I have never seen Mother disrespect my father. Even if the final decision was hers, my father always had a say in the matter. And I have witnessed many occasions where my Mother had changed her mind because my father was able to convince her otherwise. This similarity made me respect Darcy even more. "Thank you, Miss Darcy. It will be my pleasure to be able to please you. Would you like to see me wear it?" I asked, a bit shyly. "Of course. What are you waiting for?" Darcy said, her smile adding a glow to her face. I quickly stripped down to the lace panties I was wearing. I noticed that the bra had some padding to give it a nice shape. She saw me struggle with the bra straps at the back and helped me put the bra on. We stood in front of the mirror. She was fully dressed in her green top and jeans while I was besides her with only the red bra and panties covering me. She gently wrapped her arms around my bare waist and pulled me closer to her. I melted in her embrace as she possessively held me. There is something in the moment when a strong person takes a vulnerable person into their embrace. Our eyes met in the mirror and I saw the authority as well as the affection in her eyes. I blushed and looked away. Her musical laugh echoed in the silence. There was a knock on the door and I suddenly whirled around. "Guys, dinner is ready. What are you doing in there for such a long time?" Mother's voice echoed from the other side. I scrambled to get the clothes on when Darcy stopped me with a pull on my arm. She looked me in the eye. Her expression was serious. "This is your moment, Graham. I can keep giving you gifts for you to hide under your male clothes. However, that will never give our relationship any sense of reality. I want it to be real between us. That means we must come clean to your Mother. She is the Head of this House. She deserves to know the truth about our relationship," Darcy said, calmly. I was stuck like a deer in the headlights. Darcy's calm demeanour helped me keep a calm head. "You want me to go to my Mother like this? What if she disapproves? What if she is ashamed of me?" I asked, clearly bewildered. "Does she seem like the person who would freak out after seeing her own son in girly underwear? Is that what you think of her? What about us then? Do we continue hiding and lying about what is between us?" Darcy asked. I knew then what Darcy was trying to say. She did not deserve the consequences of my indecision any more than my Mother deserved to be kept from the truth. I made a quick decision and turned to open the door. To her credit, my Mother did not even twitch when she saw me in the girly underwear. "Mother, I think we need to talk," I said humbly. "Of course, whatever you need," Mother said and entered my room. She sat on the bed and patted the side for Darcy to sit. I was left standing unable to make my mouth work. Mother helped me a bit. "How long has this been going on and how serious is it?" Mother asked. "From the time I first met Darcy and I think it is pretty serious," I said looking questioningly towards Darcy. Darcy did not seem angry that I missed her title. There were more important things at stake now. Darcy nodded her head, accepting the seriousness of our relationship. Mother nodded her head as if I had confirmed some of her suspicions. "Does Veronica know?" Mother asked, about Darcy's mother. "Not yet. I wanted to know if you are okay with this before I came clean to my Mother, Ma'am," Darcy said. "Why would I be against it? All of us live an unconventional lifestyle. Also, I never held Graham back from anything he aspired to do. If he wants this and if he wants you, I am more than happy to support both of you," Mother said. I almost sagged in relief. "Are you not ashamed of me for wearing girl's clothes? Wouldn't this make me less of a man in your eyes?" I asked, still unsure. "My dear, you are more of a man than any of the men out there. You respect women as is proper. You follow my lead like a good son. You support your father like a good son. And now, it seems you are following this young lady's lead as well. This reflects on the success of your upbringing. I am proud of you. Don't ever think you should feel ashamed of anything in front of me," Mother said and hugged me. I was surprised at the intimate gesture. At her words, all my worries slipped away. "I think we should get some appropriate clothes for him, though," Mother said to Darcy in a light tone. "That would be awesome, Ma'am. I have been sneaking in small items to him and I am so tired of doing it," Darcy said in mock anger. All of us laughed as the atmosphere lightened. Soon I was back in my male clothes with the girly undergarments underneath. I helped Dad in serving Mother and Darcy and then joined them. It was good to see that Mother already accepted Darcy. Dad also seemed to pick up the change in the atmosphere and made Darcy feel at home. What surprised me most was how quickly Mother had come to accept my feminine side. Mother informed me that she has authorized Darcy to shop for appropriate feminine items for me and to ship them to our house. She made it clear that the money was coming from her account and she was looking forward to seeing me in clothing that was appropriately feminine. As the shipments started arriving, I was made responsible to collect the packages and store them properly in my room. Mother spent a few hours with me to pack unnecessary male clothing into boxes and store them in the attic. Mother surmised that Darcy was now on a mission to completely overhaul my wardrobe and I would be needing all the space that was available in the closet. I knew Mother was right when I saw the items that Darcy had selected for me. She started with undergarments from padded full coverage bras to strapless bras. Panties of different materials and matching colours were included in them. She even shipped in some nightwear for me to wear while sleeping. It was quite an education when Mother explained to me what each item was for. She spent time with me to show how each item must be stored and cleaned. It was not surprising that Mother expected me to take care of my laundry properly. The next stop was makeup accessories and wigs. Darcy selected two blonde wigs of differing lengths for me. One was shorter and the fake hair reached my neck. The other was longer and fuller and ended behind my shoulder. When the makeup kit arrived, I was bewildered by the range of items and what to do with them. Mother came to my rescue as she saw my incomprehension. Mother became a strict taskmaster as she sat behind me for an hour everyday to make sure I mastered every aspect of the makeup. I learned everything from the appropriate foundations to apply to selecting the right shade of lipstick to match the foundation under her watchful eyes. One afternoon, Mother had me put on the makeup and complete my look with one of the wigs. When I saw the completed effect, it was like my face had been transformed into a girl's. Sure, there was no way to hide some of my manly features but the overall look turned out to be more on the androgynous side. It was a big boost of confidence for me. While I was learning makeup, Mother informed me that it was time to go dress shopping. I immediately dreaded the public excursion and said so to her. She calmed me down and informed that for the time being we would be ordering online. She got out the measuring tape and started jotting down rough measurements about my body. Mother sat me besides her and spent a lot of time surfing on the web. She shortlisted the items that she felt were appropriate and matching my rough measurements. First were a few sets of full sleeved and half sleeved blouses. Next she shopped for skirts of different styles for different occasions. Mother chose a pair of everything from business skirts to casual skirts. My mind just boggled at the amount of like to like fashion that every segment sported. She even decided to purchase a couple of modest yet good looking dresses for special occasions. Final line item was footwear and Mother again decided on a pair of modest heeled sandals and a pair of flats. In the entire process, Mother hadn't asked my choice or opinion. I was obviously worst person to ask for an opinion. Though, I did feel she could have asked for my choice. The fact that she didn't made it clear that she already had a wardrobe style in mind for me. I could see that my attire was more on the conservative side. When all of the items were delivered and appropriately stored in the closet, Mother turned to face me. "Graham, we have been accepting of both of you. However, just as you asked my permission, it is equally important that Darcy's Mother officially permit this relationship. Only after her acknowledgement can we discuss further steps. I have let Darcy know about my thoughts on the matter as well. You can expect a call from her informing about the next steps." "As you wish, Mother," I replied. The reality of my situation was slowly setting in. I knew Mother had let me know out of courtesy. She had obviously discussed with Darcy and a plan was put in place. I felt my stomach flutter as I waited anxiously to know what was in store for me next. That same evening, I received a call from Darcy. After the initial chit- chat, Darcy got down to business. "Graham, we need to get permission from my Mother before proceeding further with our relationship. To that end, I have cleared out some time tomorrow evening for you to meet my parents at my house," Darcy informed me. "Just tell me the time and I will be at your house, Miss Darcy," I said, trying to sound positive. "No. I will be picking you up from your house. I want you to be dressed in the most feminine of your dresses and wait for me. I will be picking you up and driving you to our house," Darcy said. My brain froze for a moment as it processed Darcy's words. "You want me to go out dressed as a woman?" I said, my voice pitched high due to fear. "No silly. I want you to come dressed as the sissy you are. Also, it will only be a ten minute drive where you will be out in 'public'. You can decide to disobey me and I will consider that as our breakup," Darcy said, her voice stern. "Please, Miss Darcy. I haven't ever been outside dressed en-femme. Can you not convince your Mother otherwise?" I pleaded shamelessly. "You will have to go through with this if you value our relationship. Our household has a strict policy of no men's clothing allowed inside the house. Why do you think I have been dressing you up? My father is always en-femme when at home just as you will be. Tomorrow I want to find my sissy waiting for me," Darcy said and cut the call. I was left staring at the phone as my anxiety shot up. Desperate for some way out, I tried a final attempt to plead with Mother to see if she would change Darcy's decision. "Graham, you need to understand what your life is leading up to. If your relationship with Darcy matures to the level of marriage, she will be your Head of the Household. You must prepare yourself to follow her lead from now itself. Also, just like our household, Darcy's household works within a set of rules. If you are to meet her parents there, you must follow those rules. I wouldn't have it otherwise," Mother said, ending the discussion. I returned to my room with my mind jumping between fear and anticipation constantly. I liked Darcy and wanted to be in her life. At the same time, Darcy pushed me in so many ways that I was left to walk around her on tiptoes. I kept trying to think if there was another way to do this without exposing my sissy side to the whole world. Chapter 3 The following evening, way before Darcy was due to arrive, I started my preparations. I hadn't slept well the previous night. I kept going over Darcy's and Mother's words repeatedly. I knew my attraction for Darcy was only increasing day by day. Her easy confidence and dominant nature fit well with my submissive nature. I had also accepted Darcy as the dominant partner in our relationship. I knew if I wanted to be a part of Darcy's life, I would have to comply with her command. Thus, I shut down my concerns and decided to follow Darcy's instructions to the letter. I bathed with scented soap and gave my face as clean a shave as I could muster. Once I was sure that my face was smooth, I jumped into my room to take a look at the attire I had chosen for the evening. It was one of the modest dresses that Mother had picked up for me. I knew I had to make a good first impression. Besides the dress were the inner garments. I moved on from admiring the dress to putting it on. Firstly, I sat on the table to put on the makeup. I started with a light foundation. I applied a light mascara to bring out my eyes and the lipstick with a sombre shade. I did not look at the end result yet. I moved to the bed to put on the bra and panties. The bra I had chosen was the one with an extra layer of padding. It gave a nice curve to my otherwise flat chest. I added a garter belt which was followed by sheer stockings. I couldn't help but revel in the smoothness of the fabric as it rolled over my legs. Clipping the stockings to the garter belt, I moved to the dress. With some difficulty, I was able to get into the dress. The dress was zipped at the back and after a few tries I was able to zip it completely. Finally I applied the wig and secured it over my head. I fluffed the hair a bit and then looked towards the full length mirror. I was satisfied as my transformation had given me a nice feminine look. Not perfect by any standard yet not bad as well. The black dress hugged my body and made me feel a little tingling in my cock. It ended just above the knees while the sleeves reached my elbows ending in frills. The design was formal yet demure and lent to the occasion. I put on the flats Mother had ordered and exited the room with a small handbag nestled in the curve of my left elbow. Mother, who was dressed casually this evening, greeted me with a light kiss on each cheek. "You look wonderful, dear," Mother said. Dad had just entered from the kitchen and stood there starstruck. I giggled slightly at the expression and he laughed out loud. "If I wasn't married to your Mother, I sure would have been conflicted at this moment," he said, smiling. "Oh Dad! Thanks for the compliment. However, I know I am never going to match Mother's level and replace her," I said, hugging my dad firmly. The doorbell rang at that moment. My heart missed a beat and Mother smiled at my nervousness. "It is never a good idea to keep your Mistress waiting, Graham," Mother said. Her reference to Darcy as my Mistress made my cock twitch in excitement and I blushed. I moved towards the door and with a deep breath opened the door. Darcy stood in the doorway wearing a flannel shirt and deep blue trousers. She looked her casual best and I fell for her some more. Her gaze took me from top to bottom and she stepped into my personal space. Her face was inches from mine and my lips parted in anticipation. "You are a vision of beauty, sissy. I am glad you respected my word," Darcy said. "Anything for you, Miss Darcy," I said, in a whisper. Darcy wormed her arm around my waist and turned me around to face my parents. Dad had an awestruck expression on his face while Mother's expression was more controlled. "Miss Jennifer, do I have your permission to escort my sissy to meet with my Mother?" Darcy said, aloud. My cheeks reddened as Darcy possessively called me her sissy. My cock stirred a little more in arousal at this show of ownership. "You have my permission as well as my blessings," Mother said. "Thank you, Miss Jennifer. Come on then, sissy. Time to go," Darcy said. I was whirled around by her strong grip at my waist as she led me towards the car. I became self-conscious as I thought all the neighbourhood's eyes were on me. It was a relief when the door was shut and the car started. I remained silent as we made the short journey to Darcy's house. It was a much older construction and was twice as big as our house. Darcy parked in the driveway and got out. Like a true gentlewoman, she opened the door on my side and offered her hand for me to take. Hand in hand, we made our way towards the porch and waited after she rung the doorbell. I was surprised when the door was opened by a maid. She was wearing a formal French maid's uniform. She curtseyed towards Darcy and indicated for us to enter. "Heather, this is my sissy, Graham. Sissy, this is my father Frank currently en-femme as Heather," Darcy said. I goggled at Heather as I noticed the small hints of male features. If Darcy hadn't introduced Heather as her father, I wouldn't have suspected otherwise. I was unsure of how to respond to the sissy standing in front of me. I did not know whether to accord respect to Darcy's father or to cordially say hello to a fellow sissy. The choice was taken from me when Heather replied to the introduction. "Pleased to meet your sissy, Mistress Darcy. Does the sissy have a feminine name to go by?" Heather asked. I blushed as Heather addressed me as the sissy. It was deeply humiliating and arousing at the same time. "She needs a new name. She does looks graceful to me in her modest attire so from now onwards her name will be sissy Grace," Darcy said. I turned the name over in my mind. Darcy had so easily taken one more bit of me and made it her own. I wanted to melt then and there. "Welcome to the residence, sissy Grace. Mistress Veronica is waiting for you in the living room," Heather said. Darcy led me to the living room, her arm still possessively wrapped around my waist. Darcy's mother, Veronica, was standing in the living room her eyes following me. She was dressed in her best formal dress. Her expression was guarded as we came close to her. Darcy's arm left my waist as she came to attention before Veronica. I immediately missed Darcy's reassuring presence around me. "Mother, this is my prospective partner, sissy Grace," Darcy said, formally. I copied the curtsey I had seen Heather give Darcy earlier and said, "I am honoured to meet you, Miss Veronica." Veronica's lips lifted in a smile as she accepted my greeting. "Please have a seat. Heather, be ready with refreshments for our guest," Veronica ordered, her eyes never leaving mine. Heather immediately left our side to realize Veronica's order. Once all of us were seated, Veronica asked, "What brings you here, Grace?" I knew that Veronica was well aware of the agenda for the evening. Still, she wanted to hear it from me in my own words. "Miss Veronica, I have come to like and respect your daughter. I want to further explore my bond with Miss Darcy so that I can better serve her in the future. I have come to seek your permission as well as blessings to let me continue the relationship with Miss Darcy," I said, my voice a little unsteady. "Nice choice of words. I wonder whether you truly understand the expectations that I and this house has from you as a prospective partner of my daughter. Darcy, have you explained the way things work in our house to sissy Grace?" Veronica asked Darcy. "No, Mother. I felt it was your domain as the Head of the House," Darcy said. Veronica nodded in approval to her daughter. Inside, I was squirming under the intensity of Veronica's gaze. The intensity of Veronica's gaze conveyed the seriousness of the conversation we were currently having. "In our house we prefer our men to be sissies. They are always expected to be dressed appropriately in the best feminine fashion. The sissies are also expected to be subservient to all women, whether within the family or outside. Darcy's father accepts this fact. That is why you see him living as Heather. If you wish to continue courting my daughter, you will have to live by the same rules as Heather does," Veronica said. I knew the import of Veronica's words. If I wanted my relationship with Darcy to continue, I would have to court her as Grace and not as Graham. I nodded my understanding. "Excellent. So long as you behave in accordance with your role and status as the sissy in the relationship, I accept you as my daughter's partner. Darcy, it will be your responsibility to make sure that your sissy always respects the traditions and the rules of this house," Veronica said. "Mother, I promise to make sure that Grace never lets you down," Darcy said, sealing the pact. Darcy's acceptance of her responsibility sent shivers through my body. Veronica clapped her hands and Heather arrived with a tray of refreshments. Heather served Veronica and then Darcy. I was given whatever was left in the tray. I accepted with slight mumble of thanks. Heather remained hovering around Veronica and I had a brief glimpse of what my future might look like. It was both intimidating and arousing at the same time. "Grace, I will be in touch with your Mother, Jennifer. I may pass along further commands via Darcy or your Mother. You must follow the commands to the letter. I am expecting total obedience from your side," Veronica said. "I will strive to please you, Miss Veronica," I said, dutifully. Veronica smiled with happiness as she stood up. She moved towards me hugged me gently. "Welcome to our family, Grace," Veronica said, softly. I felt Darcy's hand on my back and gazed lovingly at her. She mouthed thank you to me and I nestled in her arms basking in her affection. Veronica invited me for a light dinner. The conversation was lighter during the dinner as Heather served us all. Once the dinner was finished, Veronica and Heather excused themselves. Darcy took my hand and led me to her car. She drove me back to my house. The ride was spent in companionable silence. As my house loomed in front of me, I did not want to leave Darcy. "Your Mother must be anxiously waiting for the verdict," Darcy said. I snorted. "I have never seen her anxious about anything in my entire life," I said. "That doesn't mean she isn't worried about things related to you. She is your Mother after all. Go on, don't keep her waiting any more. That is an order," Darcy said, playfully. "As you wish, Mistress," I replied, seriously. Darcy's lips parted in delight as she looked at me. "What did you call me?" Darcy asked, her voice quavering. "With the official acceptance of our relationship from both sides, I think you have graduated from Miss to Mistress. Thank you for having me in your life, Mistress," I said sincerely. I was feeling unusually submissive just at the moment. I felt Darcy's finger under my chin. She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I shuddered as she moved back. "Go now. I won't be able to stop myself otherwise," Darcy's said in a husky voice. I visibly controlled myself and exited her car. My cock was hardening as I tried to keep my arousal in check. My gaze lingered over hers as I reached the door and rang the bell. The opening door forced me to break my gaze and I heard the car start back up. I met Dad's questioning eyes and smiled. His shoulders relaxed and he let me enter the house. Mother was nowhere to be seen. "She is in the study," Dad helped me out. I knocked on the door of the study and waited for permission. I entered when she replied in affirmative. Mother was sitting in a cosy chair reading a book. Her bespectacled eyes looked at me patiently. "What is the verdict?" Mother asked. "Miss Veronica agreed to let us continue our courtship. She said she would be in touch with you if she needs to send a message for me or something," I said. Mother smiled at my words. "I expect nothing less from her. Go and rest for now. You have had a long day," Mother said, her voice softening a touch. I nodded silently and withdrew from the study. I slowly made my way to my room and sat down on my bed. I replayed the entire evening in my mind again and again until I fell asleep dressed en-femme. Chapter 4 I was surprised when early next morning Darcy arrived at our house. I had slept in later than usual and had not had a chance to freshen up yet. Darcy knocked on my door and then poked her head in. She took in my dishevelled appearance and made a disapproving noise. "We have a lot to discuss, Grace. Go get freshened up. I will be waiting downstairs for you. Also, I expect you to be presentable and appropriately dressed whenever I am around. Get going, sissy," Darcy said and she left my room. I flushed slightly but got myself moving. A quick visit to the bathroom was followed by an even quicker dressing up session. I selected a floral printed blouse and a brown skirt to go with flats. The longer length wig gave me a girly look. I touched up my face with some foundation and added a lighter shade lipstick. Satisfied in my relatively feminine look, I climbed downstairs. Mother and Darcy were sitting at the table. Dad was presumably in the kitchen when I entered. Mother held up a palm as I made my way to my usual seat at the dining table. "Make sure your Mistress is settled first. Also, you must learn to ask for permission before doing anything while your Mistress is around. Darcy tells me that her household follows a much stricter protocol than we do here. You wouldn't do anything to cause shame to me or my name in front of your future in-laws, would you?" Mother asked. Mother's words stopped me in my tracks. I looked at her expression and it was dead serious. I ducked my head to cover my embarrassment before replying. "I am sorry, Mother. I was not thinking properly." I turned towards Darcy and gave her a quick curtsey. "Good morning, Mistress. I am sorry you had to see me in an improper situation upstairs. Would you like anything before you start the discussion?" I asked, politely. Darcy smiled at my demure behaviour. "You are really adorable when you are behave with utmost modesty, sissy. As to my needs, I am more concerned about the future than the breakfast. Miss Jennifer, would it be okay if I discuss my points before we start the breakfast?" Darcy asked Mother. "Please go ahead," Mother said. I waited patiently for Darcy to form her thoughts. "Grace, I know you are as serious about this relationship as I am. Barring any future mishaps, I think our relationship will make a good foundation for our marriage. However, I don't want you to hold any illusions about our life post marriage. I think it is important that you have a clear picture of what will be expected of you and what will happen if you don't fulfil those expectations. Are you with me so far?" Darcy asked. "Yes Mistress," I said, obediently. "Good. Our household follows a high protocol Femdom lifestyle. What this means is that the behaviour of the sissy is strictly governed in our house at all times. As such, you will be expected to live according to the rules that Mother has decreed every sissy must follow. If you stray from these rules, Mother will enact appropriate punishment to correct errant behaviour. Mother enforces a strict punishment dynamic in our household," Darcy said. I was intimidated at the officialness of the lifestyle Darcy was describing. Mother also pitched in to give her inputs. "I have to agree with your Mistress here. I have been friends with Veronica for a long time and I have seen her in her dominant role. She doesn't take any prisoners if you get my meaning. Darcy, an example would help make things clear for Grace," Mother said. "You are right, thank you Miss Jennifer," Darcy said, nodding in acknowledgement towards Mother. "The most recent example would be the time Heather broke the curfew. Mother has set a curfew time for Heather and she must return home before that time. Mother is lenient if the delay happens due to office work but Heather had missed the curfew because she went to have a drink with her office colleague. Mother was furious when Heather explained her reason. As a punishment, Mother decreed that Heather would receive 50 strokes by the cane. Heather only lasted 35 before she fainted. Do you get the point I am trying to make?" Darcy asked. Darcy's recounting of events had created a vivid picture in my mind. After meeting Veronica the previous night, I had no doubt that the recounting was true. "I understand Mistress. You are concerned that I might be unprepared by the time our marriage comes around and then it will be too late for me to learn all the rules. You fear I may have to pace rigorous punishment for every failure from my side," I said, showing my understanding of Darcy's words. "Exactly. I don't want what you just described to happen. That is the main reason for my visit. Miss Jennifer, I would be really grateful for your help in this matter," Darcy said, clearly looking out of ideas. "Don't worry Darcy. We will discuss in depth on what could be done to ease your concerns and better prepare Grace for life after marriage. However, first we need to have breakfast to give us the energy to do the thinking. Grace, help your Dad serve the breakfast," Mother said. I nodded in agreement and went towards the kitchen. Dad was already setting up the plates on a tray. He turned to me and smiled. "You look gorgeous, Grace," Dad said sincerely. I was really touched by the way he had accepted my feminine side. I gave him a quick hug. "Mother is expecting breakfast. Shall I take the tray?" I asked. Dad nodded to give me permission. Very carefully I picked up the tray and made my way back to the dining table. I served Mother as the Head of the House first and then Darcy as my Mistress. I copied Heather from last night and stood at attention nearby. Darcy and Mother proceeded to ignore me as they chatted about mundane things. I made one more trip to the kitchen to fetch the jug of juice with glasses for both the ladies. I poured the juice carefully in each glass and waited for further requests. When Mother was finished, she indicated for me to clear away her plate. "Grace, you can serve your Dad and have your breakfast as well after your Mistress is done. Darcy, please join me in the study when you are finished," Mother said. I nodded and pulled the chair out for Mother. Darcy ate the rest of the breakfast silently. It was clear that she had a lot on her mind and I let her continue in silence. I cleared her plate as well when she was finished. When I returned I had expected Darcy to have left. Instead, she was waiting for me. She came to stand in front of me and took my hand in hers. "I am sorry I am not my chirpy self this morning. I have seen that it is causing you quite a bit of concern," Darcy said, squeezing my hand. I squeezed her hand back and gave her a tentative smile. "I have complete faith in you, Mistress. I will follow your lead wherever it might take me," I said, with complete sincerity. Darcy's face brightened a bit at my show of support. My heart lifted to see some of her concerns vanish at my words. Darcy nodded once and then left to join Mother in the study. I turned to see Dad standing in the corridor leading to the kitchen. "That woman is worth it, isn't she?" Dad asked, nonchalantly. "Yes Dad. She is worth everything to me," I said. He seemed to understand the feeling quite well. I have seen the devotion he has for my Mother. It is not easy for a man as independent as my father to submit to a headstrong woman like Mother. Yet, I have seen him do that since my birth. I shook my head. "Let us have our breakfast before it gets cold. Sit your ass down while I will get the remains," I said, playfully. I heard Dad's laugh as I passed him. It was a running joke between us that once Mother was done with her meals, we were left to eat the 'remains' of the meal. We had a much more relaxed breakfast while the ladies shut themselves in the study to discuss Darcy's concerns. I busied myself in the chores while I waited to be summoned after Mother's discussion with Darcy was done. Close to an hour after they had shut themselves in, Darcy called me to attend to Mother in the study. My nervousness returned as I came to stand attentively while Darcy sat in a chair besides Mother. Even through my high vantage point, I could feel the intensity of the women's gaze. "Grace, I have had a fruitful discussion with Darcy about her concerns. Her concerns are quite legitimate just as you concurred earlier. Since our discussion and the resulting recommendations directly affect you, I thought it is best that you listen to them and explicitly consent to them. Are you ready to hear the recommendations?" Mother asked. I nodded meekly. "The core concern that your Mistress has is your lack of understanding about the rules and protocols of her household. While she may be able to enlighten you on some of them, I think you would be better helped if you got directions from someone who was actually living under those rules. I am proposing that you start visiting your Mistress's house every weekend for a few hours to learn under Heather. I will arrange things with Veronica. Do you have any concerns with this idea?" Mother asked. I thought over the idea and found it to be sound. Heather was the best source to learn things from. She certainly would have better grasp and understanding of the protocols and rules than Darcy. "I consent to this idea, Mother," I said. "Great, that is a big hurdle crossed. The second thing is that while you will certainly embrace your feminine side when in the presence of your Mistress or when visiting her house, it would be quite disrupting changing between the two personas of Grace and Graham constantly. To ease your burdens, I am proposing that from now onwards you live as sissy Grace at all times when you are at home. Graham can come out when it is time to attend college. However, he will have to go back when you return home and let Grace take over. This might be tough for you initially but I think it is for the best. What do you think?" Mother asked, her expression neutral. Once again I thought over Mother's idea. I could find no holes in her logic that would allow me to deny implementing the idea. I reluctantly agreed to the second idea as well. "I agree to this idea as well, Mother," I said. Mother smiled at me and asked Darcy, "Does that ease your concerns, Darcy? Do you have anything else to add over this?" Darcy also looked relieved at my acceptance. However, there was still a something on her mind. "Do you have something on your mind?" Mother asked, reading her expression. "Not really. It was just a desire. I am glad Grace has accepted our ideas. I don't want to put undue stress on her by adding my desire to the list of things she must do," Darcy said. "You are Grace's Mistress, Darcy. And a submissive is always ready to fulfil every desire of their Mistress. Let it out. Grace can let us know if it would be too difficult for her to do," Mother said. At Mother's words, Darcy smiled. "I wanted Grace to extend her understanding of our house's protocols and rules to her life here as well. If she were to live by the same rules while under your care, it would be good practice for her. Then I thought about all the burdens already on her shoulders with her college work and household chores and decided not to pursue it. The ball is in your court, sissy. Decide carefully and let me know if you are comfortable with this," Darcy said. Mother remained silent. I knew whatever I decided the consequences would be on me completely. I was stuck in a catch-22 situation. If I agreed then I would have to follow the rules and protocols of Darcy's house to a T while in my own house. On the other hand, if I disagreed, it would disappoint Darcy. While she wasn't forcing me, this was the first thing she had asked of me as my Mistress. I knew that there was only one correct answer to her question. I lowered my gaze and said, "Your heart's desire is my command, Mistress. Should Mother permit, I would do my best to incorporate the same rules and protocols in my life here as the ones in your household." I waited in dread at my Mother's answer even though I had a good idea what it would be. "Why, Grace, you are the very example of devotion to your Mistress. Darcy, thank you for being frank about your desire. I have no issues with Grace living her life as per the rules of your household. There will be one difference, though. I won't be able to provide the punishment necessary if Grace breaks any rules or protocols. This is simply because I have my own house to manage and I can't be expected to know all the rules of your house as well. Do you want to move ahead with this caveat in place?" Mother asked Darcy. "One can't have everything in life, Miss Jennifer. While certainly not ideal, I think this is better than nothing. Grace will have her fair share of punishments if she fails in following the rules after marriage. It would be in her best interests that she tries to live strictly by the rules and perfect her behaviour while she has the time. Whatever shortcomings she might carry over after marriage will be swiftly and harshly corrected," Darcy said to my Mother in a matter of fact tone. I shivered at Darcy's words. I knew the words were for my benefit as much as they were a part of the conversation between the two ladies. I knew that the threat of future punishment wasn't an idle one. "If that is all, I think we can retire to our work. You can return to Grace's room if you wish to remain here for some more time," Mother said to Darcy. Darcy stood up. "I will take my leave as well. Mother would be expecting me at the house. Thank you for all of your help, Miss Jennifer. I couldn't have found a better solution without your help," Darcy said. Mother nodded with a smile. "Come, sissy. Escort me to the door," Darcy said, sweeping out of the study. I was left to meekly hurry in her wake as she made her way to my room. Chapter 5 Next day, Darcy arrived in the evening to collect me for the proposed daily session with Heather. Since this was a more informal occasion I chose to dress in feminine jeans and a plain top over the standard ladies undergarments. The wig and makeup completed my look. Darcy drove me once again to her house. She parked the car in the designated spot and got out. I did not wait for her this time as it wasn't a formal occasion and stepped out as well. Darcy took a different route to enter the house this time. We went to the side where there was a plain wooden door. Darcy knocked on the door and it was opened by Heather who was dressed in her maid's uniform once again. Heather gave Darcy a curtsey and then nodded towards me. "I will come fetch you in an hour or two. Be a good student for Heather," Darcy said to me and left the way we had come. I was left to stand awkwardly in front of the door. "Don't be shy now. Come in," Heather's said in a soft voice. Heather's invitation helped me get back in motion. "I am not sure how I should behave. Do I call you Miss or some other title? We never got a chance to speak the last time I was here," I said. "You can call me Heather. Sissies don't get any honorifics in this house. As to the last time you were here, it was obviously a big moment for you. I can understand that you had other things on your mind at that time. Please follow me. Mistress has allowed the use of the spare servants room for our meetings," Heather said and moved inside the house. Her heels clicked on the floor as we made the way towards the designated room. As I walked behind Heather, I noticed the uniform's skirt was short enough to reveal her white petticoats and pink panties underneath. I blushed at this intimate vision and focused my eyes in front of me. The room we entered was sparsely furnished with just a single bed, a cupboard and a dressing table. There was an attached bathroom which I assumed was barely decorated as well. Heather fluffed her skirt and gracefully seated herself on the bed. She patted the side for me. I got settled as requested. This was the first time I got a close look at Heather. Her uniform did not hide the generous breast forms on her chest nor did the short skirt hide much of her panties or petticoats. The uniform's sleeves covered her arms till the elbows and her hands were covered by white gloves. Heather's makeup was nuanced and accentuated her facial features. A brunette wig graced her head and was covered with a maid's cap on top of her head. Her legs were covered in black stockings which ended in at least four inch heeled sandals. Heather waited patiently as I processed her attire. When our eyes met, I saw the amusement there and immediately blushed. "I am sorry. That was inappropriate of me," I said, hastily. "Not at all, dear. You must become used to this vision because soon you will be finding yourself in a similar one," Heather said. At my alarmed look, Heather explained further. "This is the default attire for a sissy in this house. When your Mistress has explicitly not picked up an attire for you, you are expected to default to that of the sissy maid." I was appalled as Heather's word registered. Her words had huge import for me as I had to replicate the rules of this house at my home. "You become used to it after some time. Plus, there is a logic to this rule if you think from your Mistress's perspective. Is it appropriate that the Mistress should worry about the everyday attire of her sissy when she has bigger concerns? No, right? Mistress Veronica made this the default attire to remove the need to choose an attire for me every single day. Now she only has to think about the special occasions where I might be required to dress in a different attire. You will follow the same rule unless Mistress Darcy changes it for you," Heather said. I accepted it as part of the rules of the house. I did not think Darcy would go so far as to change her Mother's rules just yet. "Since we have started with that rule, I think it is appropriate that you dress in fitting fashion," Heather said. Heather got up and opened the small cupboard at the side of the room. Inside were a pair of maid's uniforms hanging on the hooks. They were of a similar design as Heather's. She retrieved one and placed it on the bed. "Let us not waste any more time. Strip down to your undergarments," Heather said. I numbly complied. Heather collected my top and skirt and handed me one of the petticoats. "A sissy maid must always wears two petticoats under her uniform. One of the more specific rules made by Mistress," Heather said. I put both petticoats on one after the other. The hem of the petticoat flared as it reached the end creating a tent-like shape. Heather held the uniform and helped pull it over my head. She straightened the creases and zipped the uniform in the back. She handed me a pair of black stockings just like hers and helped me roll them up my legs. The silky fabric of the stockings sent shivers up my skin. I pulled up the gloves that she had handed me while she fixed the maid's cap on my head. The final item were a pair of black sandals with a two-inch heel. I stepped in the sandals and Heather asked me to walk around a bit to get used to them. There was no mirror in the servant's rooms so I could only imagine that the uniform looked good on me. I would have loved to see myself in the mirror. "You look appropriate for a sissy maid of this house, dear," Heather said, praising my look. I blushed slightly and felt a slight hardening of my cock under my panties. "Let's move to the next important part, a sissy's curtsey," Heather said. Heather took a seat on the bed and gestured for me to stand in front of her. "When you first came to our house, you curtseyed to Mistress as you had seen me do. It shows that you are a quick learner. However, there is a proper way to curtsey and you need to learn that. Mistress tolerated your ignorant attempt at curtsey last time. Next time, she won't be that lenient. I will show you the proper way and then you will spend some time trying to get it right," Heather said. I saw as Heather stood up and showed the way. Heather moved her right leg a little behind her left leg and bent it. The left leg bent in its place. She bowed slightly at her waist and her hands grabbed the edge of her uniform. Her eyes were downcast and her gaze at the floor. She finished the curtsey by coming back to stand at attention. Heather asked me to emulate her. My clumsy first attempt elicited a sigh from her. I spent a gruelling half hour under Heather's instruction trying to perfect the curtsey. I had to repeat the flow again and again as I missed something here and there. Heather was a strict teacher and only allowed me a single two minute break in between the exercise. She explained the reason she was pushing me hard during the short break. "You will be coming to our house frequently now, Grace. What happens if Mistress asks for you or you stumble in her presence? You would have to curtsey to her, right? If you fail, she will have every right to punish you. And you don't want to be punished by her. Trust me on this. I have become used to her punishments and even I collapse before she is done with me. You will have no hope against her. So, push yourself to perfect your curtsey as if your life depends on it." Heather's words put a sense of urgency in my mind. First Darcy and now Heather, both were warning me against falling in the bad graces of Veronica. I applied myself diligently for the next fifteen minutes. Heather called for a stop when she was relatively satisfied by my attempts. I sat heavily on the bed from the exertion. "Try to practice at home whenever you have some time. It will help you master the art of curtsey faster," Heather said. At that moment, Darcy's voice floated towards us. "Heather, please bring Grace to me," Darcy said. Heather got up and helped me steady myself. Heather exited the room and I followed close behind. I felt a sense of thrill to see how Darcy would react to my transformation. Darcy was waiting near the servants entrance. Her face glowed with joy when she saw me arrive behind Heather. Heather gave me a look and I dropped into the curtsey she had just taught me. Darcy squealed in delight as I curtseyed towards her. She wanted to hug me but stopped herself as she realized where and who she was. "Good job, Heather. My sissy's curtsey is much better than what it was a few hours ago. I can see that these sessions with you will be most fruitful for my sissy," Darcy said, giving heavy emphasis to the word sissy. I blushed and turned my gaze downwards. "Mistress Darcy, you called us for a reason?" Heather asked, politely. "Oh yes. Since today was the first of her sessions, I thought Grace deserved an early release. I am here to take her back home," Darcy said. "Very well, Mistress Darcy. Give me a minute while I will fetch your sissy's clothes," Heather said. "Mistress, may I change back to my normal clothes?" I said, clearly uncomfortable to step out in the maid's uniform. "I thought you liked your uniform so much that you were okay with accompanying me with your uniform on," Darcy said, with a hint of smile. At the look of shook and dread on my face, she hastily amended herself. "Clearly, you don't think you are ready for that. Very well, go back with Heather and you can change to your normal clothes. I do hope that you have not forgotten your agreement to continue following the rules and protocols you learn here at your house. You will carry your uniforms back home and wear them while you are at home. I will check with your Mother to find out if you have obeyed or not," Darcy said, in commanding tone. "Yes Mistress. I haven't forgotten and you will not be disappointed," I said. At Darcy's nod, I followed Heather back to the spare servant's room. With her help, I quickly changed back to my plain top and jeans. Heather showed me how to store the uniform in a special sheath provided for the same. I carried the two uniforms in their respective sheaths with me back to where Darcy was waiting patiently. Her expression was forlorn as if she missed seeing me in the uniform. "Grace, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow," Heather said in farewell. "Likewise, Heather," I said with a smile. Darcy chose the moment to step out of the house and I followed her. At her instructions, I placed the uniform sheaths in the back seat of the car and joined her in the front seat. The short ride back home went past as Darcy quizzed me about what I had learned today. "Was the session overwhelming for you? I know you have agreed to come for these sessions with Heather as well as incorporate these rules in your daily life at home. You must tell me or your Mother if things are becoming too much. I am very happy that you agreed to this but I don't want this to overburden you," Darcy said. "Thank you for your concern, Mistress. I will let you or Mother know if things are becoming too much. However, you must understand that it is important for me and my submission to you that I get used to the rules and protocols of your house as soon as possible. I don't want to fail you and shame your name by not performing as per Mistress Veronica's exact standards," I said, sincerely. Darcy was thoughtful after my response. Soon, we were parked in front of my house and I had no chance to question what was on her mind. Darcy gave me a light goodbye kiss on my cheek and let me go. I collected the uniforms and waited for Darcy to back the car out of the small driveway of our house. I approached the door and rang the bell. Dad opened the door and I smiled at him reassuringly. I was happy to notice his shoulder relax a bit. I hurried to my room and closed the door behind me. Even though Darcy had shown concern over my burden, I really wanted to please her by successfully living as per the rules and protocols of her house. There was also the spectre of severe punishment for failure to perform as per the rules over my head. I stored one of the uniform sheaths in the closet and laid the other one on the bed. I stripped out of the plain top and jeans and tossed them in the laundry basket. I reverently opened the sheath and pulled the uniform out. I spent some time caressing the fabric and admiring it. I followed the same order Heather had followed when she had dressed me. First went the two petticoats which were followed by the stockings. I was more careful as I slipped into the uniform and struggled a bit to zip it properly at the back. After a few minutes of struggle, I was successful and I put on the white gloves and maid's cap. I stepped into the two-inch heeled sandals and admired myself in the mirror. While I was a long way away from passing as a female, I felt more connected to my sissy side in the uniform. There was just something about the maid's uniform that reinforced my sissiness. I could feel my cock hardening and I decided to stop my own admiration. I slowly made my way downstairs. I wasn't sure how Mother and Dad were going to react to seeing me as a sissy maid. In the end, it was a better reaction than I expected. I had dreaded Dad's reaction the most. He had always been a masculine man and never showed a trace of feminine leanings. He embraced me to show his acceptance of my sissy side. It was a big relief that I hadn't expected I needed. Mother was more reserved in her reaction. "You are dressed quite appropriately for the way it is expected in your Mistress's house. I hope that the uniform will spur you to be more eager in doing your assigned chores and more," she said. I curtseyed as Heather had taught me. "I am at your disposal, Mother," I said, submissively. Mother simply smiled and nodded for me to get to work. I nodded once towards Dad and he led the way to the kitchen. Dinner time was fast approaching and Dad was soon directing me around the kitchen. It was a sense of domestic bliss that washed over me as I carried the utensils to set the table for Mother. I poured her a glass of wine at Dad's request and waited by the side for her to take her seat as the Head of the House. I served her dinner to the best of my abilities and waited on her to make sure she had everything she needed. When she was finished, she appreciated the special meal that Dad had cooked up. "Good work, Grace. There are a lot of areas of improvements but you have only taken your first step today. I hope to see you do better work in future," Mother said before retiring to her room. Dad started setting the plates for the both of us and I stopped him. "Dad, let me serve you," I said. "Not today, Grace. Today, I want to have a nice dinner with my daughter. From tomorrow, if you wish, you can wait on me as well," he said. I felt my throat catch as he called me his daughter. I gave him a quick hug and then carefully took a seat besides him. I had to make sure that the hem of the dress and the petticoats did not come under me as I sat. We had an intimate dinner as Dad also asked me how my meeting with Heather went. He was happy with how I had carried myself in front of Mother and praised me a lot of time during the dinner. "Do you want me to help you with the dishes?" Dad asked. "No, you take a day off today," I said. Dad smiled at me and strode off towards the room he shared with Mother. I cleared the plates and spent the next twenty minutes thoroughly cleaning the dishes. By the time I was done, I had a new appreciation for Dad's work after dinner. I imagined even Heather would be doing something similar now. I felt bad for her because she was the only one in the house who would be doing the dishes. A thought came unbidden to me. I blushed as I realized that soon I would be joining her to take some of the load off of her. The erection that I felt then was straining against my panties for release. I smothered the arousal as I still had work to do. I made one round of the house to close all the windows and check all the locks. When I was satisfied, I killed the lights and retreated to my room. Changing out of the uniform was much easier than putting it on. I replaced the uniform with a nightie over my bra and panties. I resolved to ask Heather about the special cleaning instructions for the uniform during our next session. As I drifted off to sleep, my mind was occupied by warm thoughts about Darcy and my life as her sissy maid. Chapter 6 Life settled into a routine for me after that day. During the working days, I would attend college from early morning to late afternoon. On some occasions, I would spend extra time until the evening in the college library attending to my coursework. After returning home, I would freshen up and get dressed in the maid's uniform. Mother was cognizant of the fact that it would be exhausting for me to do all the chores on working days. Thus she divided the chores equally between me and Dad. After completing my share of chores, I would retire to my room to strip out of the maid's uniform and get dressed in a comfortable nightie or a female pyjama suit. I tried to give additional one hour before sleep to my college work whenever possible. I had assumed that weekends would be packed with a lot of activities and study time would be limited on the weekends. My assumptions were proved correct when the weekend sessions with Heather started after lunch and ended just an hour before dinner. The sessions were very enlightening as Heather explained in detail the rules and protocols of her house. Not only did she explain the rules & duties but she paid special attention to practical lessons I needed to know as a sissy maid. She would make sure that I had achieved relative perfection before she moved onto the next lesson. These practical lessons included everything from setting up the table for Mistress and her guests to serving food and drinks. Others included lessons in massage over various body parts which Darcy seemed to really enjoy as I practised upon her. Darcy also became a student when Heather explained to her the various submissive positions expected of a sissy. While Darcy learned what went into each position and what the position was called, I had to endure the hard work of perfecting the position. In the process, I spent a lot of time in various positions including being on my hands and knees. One positive effect of the training sessions with Heather was that it increased my submissiveness towards Darcy. I had not realized it but working with Darcy on position training or giving her a massage had helped firm her place as my Mistress in my mind. I was sure that Darcy felt the same as she was starting to confidently assert her dominance and ownership of me. It was during one of these sessions that Heather came to another important aspect of my life as a sissy in Darcy's house. "I am very happy with the progress sissy Grace has made so far in her assimilation of our rules and protocols. Mistress Darcy, do you have any points on which you would like sissy Grace to improve upon?" Heather asked as she and Darcy sat on the bed of the spare servant's room. I stood in front of them dressed in my maid's uniform my gaze lowered submissively. "No, sissy Grace has done well. I think she must work now on maintaining and deepening her submission to me and this house. I am thankful for the bonding opportunities these sessions have provided me and Grace. I think both of us have progressed further in our roles as Mistress and sissy with your help. I thank you for that, Heather," Darcy said, her sincerity evident from her tone. Heather stood up and curtseyed in answer. "I am happy to have been of service, Mistress Darcy. I am now ready to expand on another crucial and difficult aspect of the life of a sissy in this household. This one is more intimate and will be the test of ultimate commitment for both you as the Mistress and Grace as your sissy," Heather said. Heather's words indicated something of big import that she was going to reveal. I looked attentively at Heather as she made sure she had both of our attention. She carefully bent forward and lifted her uniform skirt and the petticoats underneath to reveal her pink panties. I blushed at the sight and averted my gaze towards Darcy. Darcy's expression was more controlled as if she knew where this was going. I turned to look back towards Heather as she slipped her panties down to reveal the steel contraption wrapped around her cock and balls. Heather looked up at my gasp and saw the understanding dawning on my face. "This is a chastity belt, Grace. The steel tube holds my sissy clit in a permanently curved position preventing any erections. The round steel band around the base of my cock and under my balls is attached to the tube to prevent it from slipping out and freeing my clit. The entire thing is locked by a sophisticated locking mechanism with only one key to open it. The key is held by my Mistress as the mark of her ownership of me," Heather finished her explanation. I could see Heather's bulging balls hanging around the small steel cage. I looked wide eyed towards Darcy and found her looking back at me. Her expression was reserved and unreadable. I had a lot of questions in my mind but couldn't voice any of them. "Don't be so alarmed, Grace. It was a consensual decision between me and my Mistress. Mistress did not force me to incorporate chastity in our lifestyle. There was a part of me that was fascinated by chastity even before I met Mistress. When I approached her with the idea of trying it, she said yes. We dabbled in it on and off during the first year of our marriage. Around that time, Darcy was born. After that, Mistress took an active interest in my chastity and asked me if I was open to trying long term chastity. I agreed readily and we have never looked back after that," Heather explained her side and reasons for choosing chastity. I turned my gaze towards Darcy. She had been silent the whole time Heather was explaining her reasons to me. "Does Mistress Veronica also expects me to incorporate chastity in my relationship with you?" I asked, tentatively. Darcy shook her head. "No. Mother has left the final decision to me. She wants me to take the call on this aspect of your life as your Mistress. And I am leaving the decision to you. I would like my sissy wife to be locked in chastity just like Heather is. Just the thought of being in control of your orgasms and pleasure makes me wet. However, none of that is going to happen unless you consent to it. I want you to be completely on board with the idea before we go ahead with it," Darcy said, her tone steady and soft. I felt the pressure on my chest release at Darcy's words. I felt weak in my knees and knelt slowly near Darcy's feet. Her face turned serious with concern. "Hey, it's okay. Nobody is forcing you to accept chastity. Our relationship will continue to grow stronger irrespective of what you decide to do. Think over it and be ready with an answer by the end of this month," Darcy said. I looked up at the mention of the specific date and became instantly suspicious. "What is happening at the end of the month?" I asked. Darcy's eyes twinkled a little and she looked at Heather. Heather took over once again. "Grace, your Mother and my Mistress think that you have had enough time to court each other. They want you to become officially engaged by the end of this month. It will coincide with your semester break and allow you time for preparations as well," Heather explained, a smile on her lips. I felt a slight trembling in my heart at the news. I looked towards Darcy and her eyes were a bit moist as well. "Mother wants you to decide whether you are okay with chastity by then or not. If you are consenting to chastity then we would be getting a brand new chastity belt custom made for you. Instead of an engagement ring, I would be putting you in chastity to indicate that our courtship is over. We will be entering a new phase of our relationship which will culminate in marriage," Darcy said. I imagined the scene as Darcy locked my cock in the chastity belt and immediately felt my cock harden. I lowered my gaze to hide my blush at this unexpectedly intimate image. "What if my answer is no, Mistress?" I asked, unable to meet Darcy's eyes. "Then we will have to change our plans. We may go back to exchanging rings or something else to symbolize the engagement. Whatever your decision might be, we are getting engaged. I will not let you escape that," Darcy said, playfully. I knew I belonged to Darcy then. I looked at her with complete adoration. "I am really lucky to have found you, Mistress. I wouldn't want to miss out on the engagement any more than you do," I said. That turned out to be the end of our session that day. It was clear that I had a big decision to make and Darcy escorted me back to my house. She did not broach the subject of chastity again on that day or any day after that. I grateful to Darcy that she left me alone to take the decision without any external pressure. During the month before the engagement I was quite confused about my stand regarding chastity. With each passing day, the spectre of chastity loomed larger in my mind. The thought of giving Darcy complete authority over my orgasms and pleasure was highly arousing and equally intimidating at the same time. I tried to divert my attention by concentrating on the household chores and my college studies. Even then my mind would always return to the thoughts about chastity and my impending decision. After two weeks of indecision, I approached Mother in order to understand Darcy's interest in chastity from a Mistress's point of view. "Mother, do you have some time for me?" I asked, diffidently. She was sitting in the study perusing some documents. She looked up at my question and her eyes took in my distress. She cleared the documents immediately and gave me her full attention. "Yes Grace. For you I will always have time. Tell me, what's on your mind?" she asked. "Mother, why do Mistresses like putting their subs into chastity? What is their interest in it?" I asked, blushing. Mother only raised her eyebrows. She knew that I had not provided any context but tried to answer anyway. "Well, I for one don't have any strong opinions about chastity. And your father never showed any interest in the same. Yet, there are many in my circle of dominatrix friends who incorporate chastity play in their life. I can only guess that chastity provides them another avenue to control their subs and exert their dominance. Controlling a man's orgasms is a sure way of obtaining his obedience. Many men prefer to give up control over their own pleasure as well. To them, it is a form of deeper submission and trust in their Mistress," Mother explained her views. I carefully chose my next words. "Mistress Darcy has expressed her desire to lock my cock in a chastity belt. She wants to know whether I am consenting to be locked or not," I said, unable to meet Mother's gaze. "I see. Since you asked me why a Mistress would find chastity appealing, I gather you are interested in it on some level at least. If you were totally against it then you wouldn't be having conflicted feelings about it. What is holding you back from committing to chastity, Grace?" Mother asked. Mother's question gave me a pause. It really was that simple, wasn't it? If chastity wasn't my thing, I should have expressed my denial of consent to Darcy by now. I knew I was delaying. "Let me ask you a different question. If your Mistress had mandated chastity instead of giving you a choice, what would you have done?" Mother asked. I thought over her words. Darcy had given me a choice when she did not have to. If there had been no choice, what would have been my response? Was I brave enough to put my relationship to test to fight Darcy's command? I knew the answer in my heart and that seemed to calm my mind. "Based on your expression, I think you know the answer to your question now," Mother said, knowingly. I nodded my head. "Had I not been given a choice, I would have had no option but to comply. By giving me a choice in this matter, Mistress has indicated that she trusts my choice. That trust is very precious to me. I will submit to her desire because she deserves nothing less from me. Thank you, Mother. You have really helped me get through a difficult decision," I said and curtseyed to her. Mother smiled her approval to me. I exited the study with my mind made up. Mother's words had cleared the cobwebs of indecision in my mind. I was able to concentrate on the household chores and my studies at night. I waited eagerly for the next day. I waited eagerly for Darcy to arrive to take me to the weekend session with Heather. Chapter 7 I stood in the centre of the spare servant's room after having just changed into the maid's uniform. I curtseyed to Darcy and stood in position for her inspection. The position required me to spread my legs hip width apart and place my palms over each other behind my head. My gaze was rooted to the far wall as I waited for Darcy to make the next move. Heather was waiting in one corner watching the scene unfold. Darcy got up and made a slow round around me. She lifted my skirt and checked the seams of my stockings. She inspected my makeup and the positioning of the maid's cap over my head. "Looks good. Nice work, sissy maid Grace," Darcy intoned in an official tone. I curtseyed again before returning to attention. Darcy also sat back in her seat. "Mistress, I have made my decision regarding incorporating chastity in our relationship," I said, my gaze fixed on Darcy. "What is your decision?" Darcy asked, eagerly. "First of all, thank you for asking my consent, Mistress. Had you simply commanded me to accept chastity, I wouldn't have had the power or will to deny or rebel against you," I said. "It was the humane thing to do, Grace. I will never get pleasure in something that leaves you entirely miserable," Darcy said. I nodded as Darcy's words resonated in my own heart. "Mistress, it would please me greatly if you took complete control of my orgasms and future pleasure. I am consenting to surrender my cock to your control," I said and lowered my gaze submissively. Darcy watched me in silence for a few moments. "Thank you, Grace. Your submission towards me makes me feel like the luckiest woman in the whole world," Darcy said. I smiled as I felt Darcy's love wash over. "Heather, inform Mother about the decision taken by Grace. We will need to get the appropriate measurements done and place the order for a custom chastity belt for Grace," Darcy said. Heather gave a silent curtsey and retreated from the room. I saw the joy on her face as she had taken in the news of my consent. "Grace, kneel by my side," Darcy said. I followed her instructions. Once I was in position facing her, she continued. "How are you feeling? Are you overwhelmed? I can talk to Mother and ease a few things for you," Darcy said. "I feeling better now, Mistress. This decision had pushed me to my mental capacity. Now that it is done, I feel relieved," I said, truthfully. "Oh, my sissy. There are some burdens that you must carry to ease my conscience. One of those is your consent. I would really be a bad Mistress if I did not seek your consent before imposing difficult rules and protocols on you," Darcy said. "I know, Mistress. And that is why I respect and adore you," I said. Darcy leaned forward and kissed me full on my lips. Heather returned just at that moment. She curtseyed towards Darcy again. "Mistress Darcy, your Mother is happy with sissy Grace's consent. She will schedule a measurement session tomorrow," Heather said. I shuddered in anticipation and fear at Heather's words. The idea that a stranger was going to measure my cock so that they could design a prison for it was wildly embarrassing. Yet, there was nothing to be done about it. I had consented and the decision was out of my hand now. The rest of the day was spent working alongside Heather on various chores. Before dinner time, I had changed into the normal feminine clothing and Darcy dropped me home. She kissed me deeply before saying her farewell. I waited in anxiety for the measurement session the following day. Veronica was true to her word and the following day two people arrived at Darcy's house to take my measurements. The man was of slight build while the woman was built like an amazon. I blushed slightly when the man asked me to pull up the skirt and petticoats of the maid's uniform. Without further ado, he pulled my panties down to my legs. He took the measuring tape and started recording measurements around my cock and balls. One of the measurement was of the base of my cock from under the balls for the cock ring. The next was for the girth of my cock. Final measurement was the length of my cock while it was limp. I was deeply embarrassed as he fiddled around my cock with the measuring tape. Heather had lowered her gaze while Darcy was watching the process avidly. The amazon woman's gaze met mine and I saw the wolfish smile on her face. I averted my gaze to the far wall after that. Only Veronica's stern presence kept me standing without twitching and let the measurements be taken successfully. I was led away after the measurements were done and I could hear snatches of conversations between Veronica and the lady amazon. Heather's directed me to concentrate on the chores of the house and that helped distract my mind from the impending chastity sentence. "You need to learn to divert your energies to looking after the needs of your Mistress. That is the best way to positively deal with the frustrations of being in chastity," Heather said to me as she cleaned the table. I was standing besides her cleaning the glasses. "Is that why you are always so eager to serve Mistress Veronica and Mistress Darcy?" I asked. Heather smiled at my understanding. "It is either that or I would go insane due to constant horniness. The custom chastity belt is made to fit your genitals like a glove. There is no give or slack to sneak even a bit of pleasure. On a positive note, because I can't get any pleasure myself, I am more focused at deriving pleasure from other sources. That means serving my Mistress competently and seeking passive pleasure from her pleasure. You will understand once you are fitted with your own chastity belt," Heather said. I nodded even though I did not fully understand Heather's words at that time. It all sounded so intimidating. I had to visibly steel myself and concentrate on the chores at hand. The rest of the month went by in anticipation. One day before the engagement was scheduled to take place, Darcy arrived at my house to hand over some packages. I looked at her questioningly as I placed the packages on the bed. I was standing in my room dressed in the now normal maid's uniform. Darcy was seated on the bed besides the packages looking as nervous as I felt inside. "That is the attire I have chosen for you to wear during our engagement ceremony. I will not accept any changes at the last minute. You will wear this attire or stand naked during the ceremony. Is that understood?" Darcy asked, her tone authoritative. I felt a thrill course through my body at Darcy's show of dominance. I lowered my gaze and mumbled agreement. "I did not hear you," Darcy said, this time her louder tone made me jump. "I understand, Mistress. You will find me dressed in your desired attire," I said. I shivered at the intensity of her gaze. Darcy got up and nodded towards me. She gave me a chaste kiss on my lips and left me alone with the packages. I was still reeling at her show of dominance and felt my cock harden just thinking about submitting to Darcy's will. I diverted my attention to the packages laid down on the bed. By the time all of the packages were opened, my cheeks were burning in embarrassment and my cock hard with arousal. Darcy had chosen the most revealing outfit till date for me. The first thing was a pink maid's uniform. It was covered in frills and I knew looking at its size that it would barely cover my body. The second item was a pink choker. The word 'sissy' was sewn in the front of the choker denoting my status in the relationship. The third item was a pair of breast forms. The size label indicated they were B size. The final item were a pair of pink pumps with three inch heel leaving no doubt in anybody's mind about the kind of sissy I was. All in all, it was the most slutty outfit I had worn until now and I could feel my cock leaking precum in my panties. On the day of the engagement I rose up bright and early. Even if it was a special day for me, I wasn't allowed any slack in the chores around the house. I dressed up in my regular maid's outfit and got to work. I was involved in everything. Right from decorating the living room to preparing the food items for the invited guests. I was given leave two hours before the scheduled time of the ceremony to freshen up and change. I shaved all over my body to smooth every inch of my skin below my eyes. I powdered myself with scented talcum powder before I proceeded with putting on pink panties to match the pink attire selected for me. I tore open the glue that had been shipped with the breast forms and applied a generous amount on my chest. The label on the glue mentioned that it would wear off in a few hours. I felt very feminine as the breast forms stuck in place. The lacy pink bra which covered them enhanced the feeling. Without wasting further time, I put on white stockings as they went well with the pink uniform. As I put on the uniform, I realized the extent of its shortness. The skirt of the uniform barely covered my buttocks and left the bulge of my cock in the front and my ass completely open to view. The neckline was another issue as it plunged to reveal the upper corners of the breast forms. I had just applied my longer wig when Mother knocked on the door and entered. She had changed into a formal gown for herself. "I came to help you get changed. Will you let me help you?" Mother asked, formally. I was surprised as Mother asked for my confirmation. I nodded silently. Mother entered and bade me to sit on the dressing table. She pulled open the makeup kit and started applying my makeup. She also styled the hair of the wig a bit before she allowed me to look myself in the mirror. Compared to my clumsy attempts at makeup, Mother's application was flawless. I stood besides Mother and looked at myself in the full length mirror. "You look great, Grace. I admire Darcy's ingenuity. She has made sure that no one will be mistaken for who you are and to whom you will belong for the rest of the evening," Mother said. I lowered my gaze in embarrassment but Mother noticed the erection under my panties. "Oh dear, go to the bathroom and take care of that erection. It is your last chance to relieve yourself uninterrupted. After today, you will be at the mercy of your Mistress for your release," Mother said. I hurried into the bathroom to save myself from further embarrassment. I masturbated with a renewed vigour. Mother's words about this being my last release sent a shiver through my body and I erupted. I took some time to calm my breathing and fix the dress up. When I returned, Mother was waiting for me with an amused smile. She escorted me to the living room. Mother had invited her group of dominatrix friends along with their slaves for the ceremony. After months of being around feminine things, I was able to pick out other sissies and cross-dressers in the mix of the crowd. I was made to stand in the middle of the room dolled up in the attire Darcy had chosen for me. I knew I was clearly the centre of everyone's attention. People all around were checking me out. Some were snickering at my obvious sissiness while others looked on in envy at the blatant display of my femininity. I tried to ignore the crowd in general. I fixed my eyes to the door where I expected Darcy to enter from. Dad was dressed in a dapper suit attending to the guests while Mother was chatting with few of her friends. All of my thoughts fled when the doorbell rang. Dad opened the door and I saw Darcy along with Veronica and Heather standing by her side. My breath caught as I saw Darcy's attire. She was dressed to impress with a flowing black dress that accentuated her curves and flowed around her feet. She made a grand entry followed by Veronica and Heather. To my surprise, Heather was dressed in a pink latex crotchless catsuit. Her chastity belt was visible for all to see. I blushed at the blatant display of Heather's locked genitalia. Darcy swept in and hugged Mother. Mother greeted Veronica warmly and ignored Heather completely. Dad maintained his distance and silently waited. Mother held up her hands and called for silence. She waited for the murmurs to die down. "Thank you all for your presence this evening. It is always a big occasion when our children take a big step towards matrimony. My son, Graham, as sissy Grace is present here to become engaged to his Mistress Darcy and take one step closer to the ultimate destination of marriage," Mother said. There was a cheer from the crowd at this announcement. I tuned it out as my eyes met Darcy's and she winked at me. "Sissy Grace has shown real commitment to my daughter and her Mistress Darcy. She has been volunteering to learn the rules and protocols of our house in preparation for her imminent arrival in our house. I am glad that Darcy has chosen sissy Grace as her partner in her journey towards marital bliss," Veronica completed the introductions. After another round of applause, Mother picked up. "To officially complete the engagement, we will be doing something different. Instead of exchanging rings, Darcy will be locking Grace into her first chastity belt while Grace will be entrusting the keys to her freedom to her rightful Mistress," Veronica said and produced an intricately designed box. A hushed silence fell. From inside the box, Veronica retrieved the shining metal chastity belt and there was a ripple of appreciation from the crowd at the sight. Darcy took hold of the chastity belt and approached me. She got on one knee in front of me and looked me in the eye. "Sissy Grace, will you marry me and accept me as your Mistress for the rest of your life?" Darcy said, holding the chastity belt in front of her. I was overwhelmed by the reality and for a moment my throat caught. I recovered quickly and nodded my head. "I accept your proposal and agree submit to you as my Mistress for the rest of my life," I said, my voice cracking a bit. Mother was by my side now and she pulled up the short skirt and slipped my panties down. My freshly shaven crotch was visible to all. Thankfully my cock remained still after twitching a bit. I watched as Darcy slipped the ring over my cock and pushed my balls through it with some effort. I felt the alien coldness of the metal ring as it settled around the base of my cock. Darcy retrieved the small steel tube and slowly fed my cock through it. It seemed smaller to me than the one worn by Heather. I felt the cold embrace of the steel tube around my cock and knew that Heather's words were true. The size of the tube was exactly matching my limp cock. There was going to be no room or slack for it to become erect effectively ruining my erection. Darcy aligned the holes properly and slipped the padlock through the holes. She felt the shivers running through my body and looked up into my eyes. The click of the lock was loud in the hushed silence. I drew in a deep breath as the prison around my cock was secured. My cock took that moment to try and expand and I experienced my first thwarted erection. It was painful first experience and the grimace was visible on my face. Darcy stood up and faced me expectantly. Mother looked at me and said, "Hand the key to your chastity belt to complete the exchange, Grace." I took the key from Mother and sank to my knees. I moved my gaze up to meet Darcy's glittering eyes and held up the only key to my chastity belt in my palm. Darcy plucked the key and wove it into the chain around her neck for all to see. My eyes stayed rooted on her chain for a couple of moments. She helped me get back to my feet and gave me a deep kiss. My pent up emotions caught up with me and I fell into her embrace. All around there was applause and cheers. Yet, the two of us were in a different world ourselves. We separated for a quick breath and Darcy's face lit up with a happy smile. I was still coming to terms with the weight hanging around my cock but I was also caught up in her happiness. She twirled me around for all to see and laughed with pure joy. I knew I had done the right thing by accepting chastity at that moment. After a round of drinks, Darcy got everybody's attention. "Thank you to all of you for being a part of this occasion with us. Your presence gave this ceremony an additional meaning. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart," Darcy said and cheers erupted anew. It was an overwhelming feeling to belong to a strong woman like Darcy. Dad must have noticed my expression because both he and Heather took me aside to give me some breathing space. "How are you holding up, kiddo?" Dad asked. "Fine, actually. There is a weird weight around my balls and my cock seems severely constricted but otherwise all's good," I said, truthfully. "You will get used to it with time," Heather said, sympathetically. "What's up with your attire? It is so revealing," I said, with similar sympathy. "Mistress chose it for me. She felt you would like to have someone similarly locked in chastity around for some support. I agreed with her logic," Heather said, frankly. I sucked in a breath at her revelation. I hugged her tightly and I was glad she hugged me back. Not wanting Dad to feel left out, I hugged him as well. Having the express support of Heather and Dad helped me navigate the rest of the evening with relative ease. Chapter 8 By the time the last of the guests had left, only the members of Darcy's family and mine remained. Veronica got our attention by holding her glass up. "With the engagement ceremony wrapped up, both Darcy and Grace are one step closer to becoming a married couple. It is time for us to plan for the future." Veronica's words got my attention. Darcy squeezed my hand indicating her excitement as well. "This is Darcy's last semester. After graduation, she will be joining her father's male persona Frank to learn how to handle our business. I was thinking of holding the ceremony right after Darcy's graduation. If Darcy or Jennifer have any other suggestions, please let me know now itself," Veronica said. Darcy let Mother take the lead as the senior person. "If Grace doesn't have any issues with the proposed timeline then I think it is a good time to get the wedding done. It will give us a good amount of time to plan things such as the guest list, etc," Mother said and looked towards me. "I don't have any problem with the date," I said, squeezing Darcy's hand to indicate my excitement as well. "Excellent. Darcy, your thoughts?" Veronica asked. "I am fine with the date as well. It will allow me to complete my studies before the big event," Darcy said. "Then it is decided. The marriage will happen as a collaring ceremony for Grace. By accepting Darcy's collar, Grace will bind herself to Darcy for the rest of her life as her sissy wife and submissive. Any questions or concerns from anybody?" Veronica asked. No more concerns were raised. Darcy stood up with her parents as the evening drew to a close. She embraced me and gave me a quick kiss. I longed for her embrace as she left along with her parents. I waited in the doorway until their car had completely backed out of our little driveway and closed the door. It surprised me that I was no longer concerned what others would think of me if they saw me dressed in my pink sissy outfit. I drew strength from my submission towards Darcy as I closed the door and embraced my new reality. Over the course of the following days, I found out how big of a change the introduction of the chastity belt was going to be in my life. The most immediate thing I noticed was that I couldn't pee standing up any longer. I had to sit down like a woman to even pee. Every time I sat down to pee, I was reminded of my new status as Darcy's sissy wife to be. The presence of the chastity belt in itself was a constant reminder of Darcy's dominance over me. I understood now the psychological pull of chastity belt for some dominant women and submissive men. Even when Darcy was not around me, the rigid embrace of the chastity belt reminded me who I truly belonged to. It was a psychological play that kept reinforcing my identity as Darcy's sissy and kept me grounded in submission to her. The second affect that the chastity had on my life was that I was now constantly horny and desperate for release from my steel prison. My frustration at not being able to pleasure myself only increased day by day. Only after being locked in a chastity belt did I realize the freedom I had lost. Before I used to masturbate whenever I felt the urge to. Now, I couldn't even find a small gap to touch my cock to relieve my frustrations. I talked to Heather about it during one of my weekend sessions with her at Darcy's house. "I am on the edge of my endurance, Heather. My cock is so sensitive that even a single erotic thought or act causes a ruined erection. Just now, as I was sliding the stockings up my legs, my cock decided to try and harden in this cursed steel prison," I panted slightly. I was expecting some sympathy from Heather but got none. "I told you earlier. It was always going to be difficult. You will have to learn to channel your energies away from your frustrations. Unless your Mistress decides it is time to let you cum, you must endure," Heather said. I was crestfallen at Heather's response. I had hoped she would have a solution to my problems. Heather seemed to take pity on my expression. "I can't give you what you so desperately desire, Grace. You are barking up the wrong tree for that. My only suggestion is to talk to your Mistress for some concession from her side," Heather said, truthfully. I did not think Darcy was eager to let me out anytime soon. I had seen her ignore my longing looks whenever she was around me. "Um ... Thank you for the suggestion, Heather. I will think on it," I said, still extremely frustrated. We both busied ourselves in the chores to prevent any further discussions on the topic. All the day, even while doing something as mundane as cleaning, I was tortured by the ruined erections happening at random moments. Even when I returned back home, Heather's suggestion was at the back of my mind. Over the course of the week, my constantly horny state convinced me to take the plunge in an effort to achieve any semblance of relief. On the next weekend session, I requested a meeting with Darcy. She was busy studying that day and took some time out to meet me. "Tell me, Grace. What did you want to discuss?" Darcy asked when she came to the spare servant's room. Heather was standing in the corner waiting attentively. I had though Heather would make herself scarce when Darcy came in but that was not to be the case. I formulated my thoughts and launched with my plea. "Mistress. I have just been so horny and frustrated that I am not even thinking clearly. I am desperate for release. The cold grip of the chastity belt is akin to a torture for me. Please have pity on your sissy and help me relieve the pressure," I pleaded. I had hung my head in shame. I knew how bad my begging made me look. I couldn't keep my eye contact with Darcy. "Look at me, Grace," Darcy ordered. I looked at her. She looked at me gently. "Every sub who endures the frustrations of chastity does so for their Master's or Mistress's pleasure. Ask Heather if you want a living example of that dedication and devotion. I want you to take all of your frustration at not being able to cum and put it towards pleasing me. My pleasure must become your pleasure. I might reward you for your good behaviour or I might not. Your submission to me means that you accept either possibility and still show complete dedication and devotion to me. Is that too much for me to ask of you?" Darcy asked, softly. I could see that Darcy was firm in her belief about making me focus on her pleasure before letting me even have the possibility of any. I knew I was dangerously close to calling her out and visibly controlled myself. Doing so would only have made the situation even worse. "I will do my best to please you, Mistress. Thank you for your words of guidance," I said, a touch emotionally. "That is all I am asking of you, Grace," Darcy said and stood up. The meeting was over and Darcy left the room. Heather helped me get back to my feet. She had a guilty expression on her face. "I am sorry your Mistress was not in a giving mood today," she said. "Hey, at least your suggestion helped me understand where she stood with regards to my release. The only way I am getting to cum is by pleasing her thoroughly," I said. Heather nodded her understanding of my words. As I returned home still horny and frustrated, I thought on Darcy's words. The true extent of her control over me was becoming slowly evident to me. I was so desperate for release, I could have done anything that she would have asked me to do. While I was struggling with my frustrations, another area of concern came to the forefront. I realized that my studies were getting affected due to the effects chastity was having on my mind. My constantly horny and frustrated state of mind was interfering with my concentration and in turn affecting my studies. I had started lagging behind in my coursework with alarming regularity. And when the midterms came, I wasn't able to prepare myself well enough. I knew as soon as the last test was done that I was going to fail. I spent a few days in tense anticipation for the midterm results to be declared. When the results were declared, I saw that my fears had turned out to be true. I had indeed received a failing grade for my midterms. I dreaded the moment as I walked to the study and held my result for Mother to see. To say that she was furious was an understatement. Her disappointment and anger simmered just under the surface as she took in the results. She took her time, letting the silence lengthen and become uncomfortable. When she looked up finally, I was able to see the disappointment clear as day in her eyes. "Care to explain the reason behind this dismal performance?" Mother asked. "Mother, I have not had any release from chastity since it was locked on. Because of that I am constantly horny and find it difficult to concentrate properly on my studies," I said and lowered my gaze in shame. Mother took in my response and glared at me. "Is that the best reason you could come up with?" Mother asked, incredulous. "It is the truth, Mother," I said, not meeting her eyes. "Go outside and try to concentrate on your chores at least. I will call you when I have thought of what to do with you," Mother said. I curtseyed and hurried out of the study. As she had instructed, I got busy doing my chores. Mother's disappointment in me really hurt. About half an hour later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Darcy standing in the doorway. She was dressed in casual jeans and t-shirt. I let her enter and closed the door behind her. She waited while I curtseyed to her. "What brings you here, Mistress?" I asked. "Your Mother called. She said something important has come up," Darcy said. I paled as I realized what Mother had done. Darcy did not wait for me to reply and strode towards the study. I waited in dread as the ladies discussed about my result. I was trembling when they called me in the study finally. Mother was sitting serenely in her chair. Darcy was pacing back and forth, her expression grim. I was immediately worried by the way Darcy's gaze pierced me as I entered. I made a clumsy curtsey. "Grace, after careful discussions, we have arrived at an understanding of your problem. I am of the view that your failures are not because of your chastity belt. I think you are facing some mental blocks which are preventing you from concentrating on your studies. I say this because Heather is a living example of what one can achieve despite being in chastity. Heather handles a big business while also performing her duties as a sissy maid in the house. That makes your argument against your chastity belt sound really weak," Mother said. I felt my heart drop at the cold hard logic of Mother's argument. I looked towards Darcy and saw that she was shaking her head. I felt my hopes rise a bit. "While I can't fault your Mother's logic, it is possible that I overestimated your ability to endure chastity for a longer time. And I feel guilty for that. I should have considered all possible avenues before I asked you to consent to chastity. Thus, I am of the view that you should be released from your chastity. It will allow you to concentrate on your studies without any distractions," Darcy said. Both ladies waited as I processed their understanding of my problems. I couldn't tolerate the guilt on Darcy's face. While she might be my Mistress, I couldn't let her take the full blame for the consequences of putting me in chastity. "I am sorry Mistress but I think you are wrong. I was asked for my consent. It is equally my responsibility to think through all the possibilities before giving consent. Please give me another chance to prove that I can endure and clear my semester exams with at least passing grade," I said. Darcy seemed conflicted about my request. Mother came to my support. "I agree with Grace in this instance. It might have been a rare failure for her. Now that she knows what is needed of her, I have full confidence in her," Mother said. Darcy considered for a moment. "Fair enough. If Miss Jennifer is endorsing you, I will not go against her word. However, if you fail this time as well, it will prove that it was a bad decision on my end. I will release you from chastity until I can be sure that you will be able to handle it long term," Darcy said. I nodded to her. "Thank you, Darcy. Grace, please escort your Mistress. I am sure she has a busy day ahead of her," Mother said. I curtseyed towards Mother and waited for Darcy to say her farewells as well. I led the way in silence and opened the door for her. She stopped in the doorway and turned to face me. "Grace, I recognized your attempt to take the blame away from me back in the study. Please don't do that ever again. As your Mistress, I need and want to be held accountable of your well being. Don't hesitate to let me know if you can't make the semester in your chastity belt. I would rather accept a bad decision on my part than live with a guilty conscience," Darcy said, softly. I felt my throat catch at her words. I nodded my head and lowered my gaze. Darcy gave a quick kiss on my cheek and led herself out. I felt an immense sense of love for Darcy at that moment. It was good to know that she really wanted what was best for me. I knew I had to give my best to keep her faith in me intact. Chapter 9 I gave my best in the time before the semester exams. I requested Heather to cut down on my weekend sessions so that I could get more study time. Mother also supported me by reducing some of my household chores. Even with all the help from Heather and Mother, my struggles with chastity continued. I was still miserably horny all the time. My mind would easily get distracted. By the time the semester exams were done, I was a nervous mess. I waited in dreadful anticipation at what the result would contain. I smiled the day the results finally arrived. It was a bittersweet smile. The efforts I had to put to get the bare passing grade had been enormous. Dad was ecstatic regardless of the grade. He was just happy that I had passed and my year in college was not lost. Mother was more subdued in her celebrations but she did congratulate me for getting over my mental blocks. Before I could tell Darcy about the results, she called me herself. "So, what is it? You passed, right?" Darcy asked, without a hi or hello. I laughed and she squealed in delight. "Yes, Mistress. I have passed. My score is just the passing grade, hardly deserving of this celebration from you," I said, modestly. "You are wrong, my sissy. You were facing untold difficulties during this time. The weight of this passing grade is increased just because of that. I am so happy. Now both of us can concentrate on the collaring ceremony without any worries. Aren't you excited for that?" Darcy asked, coyly. I shuddered. My cock took this moment to distract me by trying to get hard in its metal cage. I heard Darcy's laugh and knew she had imagined my squirming. The embarrassment sent another shiver of arousal in my locked cock. "I can only imagine that my sissy's clit is failing miserably to achieve a hard-on. It is only right, though. That sissy clit is mine and it will only be free when I desire it. Isn't that right, sissy?" Darcy said, hoarsely. I had to get my throat working before I could reply. "Yes, Mistress. My clit is yours to do as you wish. I only exist to bask in your pleasure," I said, my voice equally husky. "Enough of that for now. We will be in touch. See you soon, my sissy," Darcy said. I regretted when Darcy cut the call. Yet, the arousal of her erotic words caused me numerous ruined erections for the rest of the day. The weeks before the collaring ceremony were spent in a whirlwind. There was always some chore to do or some arrangement to make. I did not have a moment to spare to fantasize about the upcoming ceremony. The attire for the ceremony was delivered one week before the ceremony. Darcy had chosen a white skin-tight mini dress for my main outfit. Judging by the shortness, I knew it would barely cover my buttocks. The white sandals with three inch heels matched the outfit perfectly. What surprised me were the kinky items delivered with the attire. I read the handwritten note Darcy had slipped in between the packages. I started reading her note, "I know you might be surprised after looking at the additional items I supplied with your attire. Please know that I am not making any of the items mandatory for you. You have complete freedom to reject a few or even all of them. You are the most important part of our relationship. The extra items only add meaning to your submission to me." I felt in my heart the trust that Darcy was showing in me. I continued reading the note. "The first item is a white latex hood. I am adding it in lieu of the traditional wedding veil. Your beautiful face will be hidden from all except me. The second item is a gag which you must wear under the hood. By wearing the gag, you agree to let me always have the final word in our relationship. You agree to silently follow my lead without any objections." I had to take a deep breath as my locked clit hardened in arousal only to be thwarted in its quest for release. Darcy had taken to call my cock as my clit and I had to accept the new terminology. I continued reading ahead, "The next items are wrist and leg cuffs. The restraints are there to show that you would let me restrain you anytime and anywhere I desire. It is to let me know that you feel safe enough to be vulnerable for me." As I read the letter, my clit kept dripping incessantly into my panties. I was so frustrated that I couldn't reach inside and do something to push myself over the edge. I was desperately waiting for the release I knew was within my grasp. I had reached near the end of the letter. I continued reading, "The final item is a small butt plug. There is no additional meaning to it except what you understand. Wear it if you desire to lose your sissy virginity to me." I nearly orgasmed as the letter finished. I had to bend over to get myself under control. I looked at the items waiting on the bed. I also knew that I was going to put all of them for Darcy. I couldn't wait to see her expression as she saw my complete submission to her during the collaring ceremony. On the day of the ceremony, we arrived early at Darcy's residence. Since the ceremony was to take place in the main hall, Veronica had cleared a couple of rooms on the ground floor for us to use. I had carried the packages containing the attire for the ceremony with me. I had chosen a simple top and a pair of jeans to make the trip to Darcy's house. Mother and a couple of her close female friends ushered me into one of the rooms to get me ready. I blushed furiously as I was made to strip down in front of them. There were appreciative murmurs as they saw my clit locked inside the chastity belt. One of them even commented on the way my balls were bulging behind the chastity belt. "Don't blush so much. It is not the first time we have seen a male or a sissy naked," one of Mother's friends teased me. Her words only served to inflame my cheeks further. Mother got things in order and we started the dressing in earnest. I had already shaved all over my body early in the morning in preparation for the ceremony. She handed me the breast forms to attach them to my chest. A pair of white lace bra and panties followed. Mother pulled out a matching white corset and I looked at her pleadingly. Mother was not having any of that. With the help of her friends, she had the corset wrapped around my waist in no time. What followed was a gruelling fifteen of corset tightening. By the time they were done, I could barely draw in a lungful of breath. Mother handed me the white skin tight mini dress. As the dress slid downwards on my body, I appreciated the presence of the corset. The corset gave my torso a nice shape and the dress fitted perfectly. I immediately noticed that the tightness of the dress left the outline and the bulge of the chastity belt clear for everyone to see. The ladies had me sit on the dressing table and started with applying makeup on my face. I let them fuss over me as I couldn't have stopped them anyway. Once the makeup was applied, Mother indicated that she needed a private moment with me. They nodded and left us alone in the room. "Darcy informed me that she has shipped additional items with the attire. She gave me a gist of them with express instructions that all were optional. So, it is time to decide whether you want to go with the additional items or not. If you want to go with them then which items you want to opt out of," Mother said. I swallowed a little before telling her my decision. "I want to apply all of them," I said. Mother nodded as if she had expected my answer. She produced a big water bottle. I looked at her questioningly. "You will need to drink up, dear. Once the gag and hood are applied, you will find your throat drying soon. It is a precautionary measure," Mother said. I drank the entire bottle in a couple of minutes. The corset prevented me from drinking it all in one go. I nodded for Mother to start with the additional items. Mother had me bend over and asked me to pull my panties down. She pulled a pair of latex gloves and put her hands into the gloves. She then got the tube of lubricant supplied with the butt plug and applied a generous amount on her finger. I tensed as Mother slowly started circling around my ass. Mother was slow and steady as she gently slipped her finger in my tight ass. It was an alien experience having someone penetrate my anal opening. Mother took her time and soon I was panting as the sensations generated pleasure. Mother's finger had entered well inside now so she pulled out and I moaned in frustration. That got me a tight slap on my ass and I yelped. My cheeks burned in shame. Mother applied another dollop of lube on the plug and started pushing the plug inside my anus. I tightened my anus reflexively. I had to deliberately relax myself as Mother slapped my ass again. Mother was patient in her work and slowly she pushed and pushed until I felt the bulk of the plug slide inside my ass. My ass wrapped around the shape of the plug and I felt full in my ass. Mother removed the gloves and discarded them into a nearby bin. "On your feet. Look at the mess your dripping cock has made," Mother admonished me. It was indeed a mess. My clit had started dripping continuously and the precum had slid down my legs onto the chair. Mother handed me a couple of tissue papers and I hastily dried myself and the chair as well. I pulled the panties up and slid the dress back over my thighs. Mother held up the cuffs next. I took the leg cuffs and applied them to each of my ankles. The cuffs were made of leather and were also white in colour. I similarly took wrist cuffs and applied them to each of my wrists. I nodded for the final and most difficult part of the getup. Mother placed the ball of the red ball gag near my lips and I reluctantly opened my mouth. The ball gag sat just behind my teeth and forced me to keep my mouth open. As the straps tightened behind my head, the ball was forced deeper in my mouth resulting in garbled speech. The final item was the white hood. It only had openings for the eyes and nostrils. As the latex wrapped around my head, it conformed to my facial features. The shape of the ball gag was clearly visible if I concentrated on my face. I could see the faint outline of my lips as they made an O around the gag. Mother zipped the hood from behind. Mother helped me slide into the white sandals to complete my outfit. "Ready for your big day, Grace?" Mother asked. I took a deep breath and nodded. Mother took my left arm and led me towards where my Mistress was waiting for me. Chapter 10 I could hear the faint murmur of the guests as Mother led me to the main hallway. I ignored the crowd as my eyes searched for Darcy. I found her at the centre of the hall standing alongside Veronica. Darcy was dressed in a formal white pant-suit. She looked dashing in her attire. Her hair was tied behind her head in a bun and her makeup was kept light to give her a gentlewoman look. I saw as her eyes tracked over my attire and lit up. The happiness in her eyes at my choice to accept all of the additional items she had sent sent a thrill of satisfaction in my mind. I felt a sense of submission at having pleased my Mistress. Standing alongside Darcy and Veronica was another middle aged woman. Darcy had once told me about her godmother, Francis. She was also another dominatrix like most of the women present for the ceremony. Her only differentiation was that she was an out an out lesbian. Her eyes took me in impassively. I couldn't hold her gaze and lowered my eyes as I came to stand in front of Darcy. Francis clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Thank you all for attending this intimate collaring ceremony for my god-daughter's sissy slave. Today, Darcy and sissy Grace are going to complete their brief courtship and engagement into a lifetime of matrimony. By accepting Darcy's collar, sissy Grace will be accepting her rightful place as Darcy's sissy wife. By collaring Grace, Darcy will be accepting the weight of responsibilities that fall on a Mistress who has a dependent slave. Let us begin," Francis intoned. "Sissy Grace, kneel in front of your Mistress," Francis said, loudly. With Mother's support, I sank to my knees. As I did so, the dress rode up slightly to reveal the chastity belt around my clit. If I had not been wearing the hood, everybody would have seen the blush on my face. "Darcy, take position in front of your sissy," Francis said. Darcy stood in front of me. Automatically my gaze lifted to her face. "Is Grace gagged under the hood?" Francis whispered to Darcy. Darcy looked at Mother who nodded in reply. "Yes. She is gagged," Darcy said. "In a show of ultimate submission, sissy Grace has decided to gag herself thereby giving implicit agreement to all her vows this evening. I will affirm the vows as I say them with Grace's automatic approval," Francis intoned. There were a few gasps but I couldn't see who had made the noise. "Sissy Grace agrees to submit to her Mistress completely in all aspects of her life until her Mistress decides to release her from her submission or either of them depart the world," Francis said the first vow. "Sissy Grace agrees to uphold the honour of this house as a sissy daughter-in-law and a sissy wife. She agrees to live by all the present and future rules and protocols of this house with complete obedience and humility," Francis intoned the second vow. "Finally, sissy bows in front of her Mistress and begs her Mistress to accept her vows and her service. She promises to submit unconditionally and to accept Darcy's absolute command over her mind, body and soul," Francis said the final vow. I had the sense to actually bow forward and touch my hooded forehead to Darcy's feet. There were murmurs of appreciation at this display of submission. "Darcy, as the Mistress in this marriage, do you accept all the vows sissy Grace has agreed to honour from this day onwards?" Francis asked Darcy. "I do," Darcy said. "Then lock this collar around your sissy's neck and take ownership of Grace as your sissy wife cum slave," Francis said, finally. I felt a touch on my shoulders and sat back on my knees. I gazed up at Darcy in adoration. In her hands was a metal collar which had a small tag hanging in the front. The tag said, 'Darcy's sissy wife, Grace.'. I felt the hardness of the metal as it wrapped around my neck. The click of the lock being secured caused a wave of submission flow over my body. I had tears of joy in my eyes and I looked up to see them mirrored in Darcy's face. Darcy pulled me to my feet and kissed me over my hood. I could hear the cheers as Darcy embraced me. At last, I finally and truly belonged to her. I spent the rest of the evening by Darcy's side as the guests came in to give their blessings and well wishes. Darcy's arm was possessively wrapped around my waist as if she feared I would slip away. I received many compliments for my attire, my show of submission during the ceremony and also for the chastity belt that was visibly dangling between my legs. Darcy had commanded me to pull up the short skirt of the dress and make it visible for the world to see. I had let her as her actions had reinforced that she now owned me. I was in a blissful submissive state and cared only to be possessed by her. As the evening drew to a close, the guests drifted away one by one until only both our families and Francis remained. I noticed for the first time the woman who trailed Francis. She was naked except for the collar around her neck. A leash was attached to the collar and held by Francis. At a single glance, the woman lowered her gaze and sank to her knees. My sissy clit dripped and twitched in the chastity belt at this display of submission. "Darcy, I wanted to once again give you my blessings for a happily married life. To Grace, I would give a warning to not do anything that hurts Darcy or her prestige and honour. You will face harsh consequences from me if that happens," Francis said. I bowed my head in acceptance of her words. Veronica led us all to a table that was set in one corner. I saw Dad and Heather working together to do the final setup. All the ladies took seat. All their subs including myself stood a little behind them as they had their dinner. The ladies ignored us all and we basked in their ignorance. After the women finished the dinner, Francis said her farewells as well. She hugged Darcy once again and then hugged Veronica as well. She led her slave by the leash out of the door without a glance to see if her slave liked it or not. "They have been together for twenty years now. That sort of submission makes you forget about the rest of the world," Darcy said. I knew she was also thinking the same thing as I was. It was an ideal that we were looking at. She wanted that ideal for ourselves as well. "Mother, it is time we retired for the night. Can you send something upstairs for Grace to eat when you are done here?" Darcy asked. Veronica agreed and left with Heather to arrange the meal for me. I looked longingly towards my parents. Both their eyes were moist. I knew that I did not belong to them any more. I was leaving their loving home and entering a new phase of my life with Darcy. I moved towards them and they met me midway to give me a fierce hug. I couldn't hold myself and found my tears streaming down the latex hood. "My beautiful Grace. You were a joy to have and I am so proud of where you have reached," Mother said. Her words made me even more emotional. Dad was relatively better. He too cried but did not say more than he needed to. "Do well, Grace. I will always have your back no matter what," Dad said. It was a bittersweet moment as they finally left. I felt Darcy's hand in mine as I watched their backs disappear around the curve. "Come, Grace. It is time that we consummated our marriage," Darcy said, huskily. I turned to meet her gaze and felt my knees go weak. The hunger and want in those eyes consumed me. I let her lead the way over the stairs to her bedroom. My clit was straining inside the chastity belt and I was maddeningly close to an orgasm. In that moment, my eyes were focused only on my Mistress and the rest of the world fell away. THE END